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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: Ok, so it seems like this story has gained some attention. I didn't know if it would since it's a multi-lemon story that's basically going to be Katara going through and dealing with different stages of temptation in regards to the deal she made with Zuko. So there will be quite a bit of focusing on her inner conflict as she goes through a sexual awakening and experiences things for the first time as she comes to terms with her desires and, shall we say, reaps the benefits of her deal with Zuko. In short, lots of internal struggles and steamy action to come. If that's what you're here for, enjoy.)
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Chapter 2: One Night For One Avatar
Katara’s heart was racing, anxiety making her feel nauseous. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. Part of her still expected her to wake up and find that this was all just a dream. But several self-inflicted pinches told her that this was not a dream, it was all very real.
Never in a million years did she think that she would find herself in this position. She was actually about to sleep with Prince Zuko in exchange for the release of herself and the others. No, not just sleep with him, but actually give him her virginity. It wasn’t exactly how she envisioned losing her maidenhead, but as she had told him when she placed the deal on the table, she would do anything to save the world.
She ignored the small voice in the back of her head telling her that she shouldn’t whore herself out like this, but as she had also told Zuko when he questioned her self-respect, that’s not what she was doing. She was playing whatever cards she had left, making a necessary sacrifice for the greater good. And if it saved the world, no sacrifice was too great. If she could see to it that Aang would be able to save the world, then one night with Zuko was a small price to pay. At least that’s what she told herself.
But at the same time, something else had changed. When she had made her offer to Zuko, it had been a desperate, spur of the moment, last-ditch attempt to have Aang released, nothing more; just something she had hoped to get over with quickly. But after that heated kiss that she and Zuko had shared…
She shivered at the memory. If that kiss was just the tip of the iceberg of what she could expect tonight, then this wasn’t going to be quite the chore she thought it was going to be when she made the deal. For it wasn’t just anxiety that was twisting her stomach into knots now, it was anticipation, a lustful need to feel Zuko’s lips on hers again, to experience what else he could make her feel.
She shook her head, pushing those thoughts aside. That wasn’t what this was about. This was her last resort to save Aang. Her body’s reaction to Zuko had been an unexpected and unwelcome turn of events, but physical pleasure was not the purpose of this… transaction, and she would not allow it to be. After all, it’s not like she was doing this because she wanted to.
Still though, she couldn’t help but wonder where Zuko learned to kiss like that. Having chased Aang all around all this time, and having been blindly searching for him for years prior to that, she imagined that it would probably be hard to find time for kissing practice. And while she had heard that the Fire Nation people had passionate natures, and so made for the best lovers, the knee-weakening, undergarment wetting, heart-stopping, explosive kiss he had given her had been more than she had ever imagined. Just the thought of it made her stomach coil and send waves of arousal through her. No one had ever triggered such a reaction from her before.
“Stop it,” she quietly scolded herself irritably, annoyed at the direction her thoughts had taken and her body’s reaction to them. “So Zuko’s a good kisser. So what? You’re doing this to save Aang, that’s it.”
Which was true, but at the same time, if Zuko kissed like that, she couldn’t help but wonder what he would be like as a lover. But then, she wouldn’t have to wonder about that for long. Soon she would know exactly what Zuko was like in bed. And that would be a secret that she would take with her to the grave. Never would she let it be known that she traded her body away to anyone, not even Aang, Sokka, or her father; especially them, even though she trusted them above all others. Especially since Zuko had been right, the water Tribe was a lot more reserved when it came to sex, and in their culture, a woman’s virtue was something that was meant to be preserved until marriage.
This actually left her with a bit of a dilemma. Since she would be giving up her virginity, she would need to come up with an explanation for her lack of a maidenhead for when she got married. Fortunately, she had already found an excuse for that. Maidenheads were known to occasionally tear if a woman was very physically active. And being a Waterbender fighting in a war would probably pass for a feasible reason as to why hers was gone, so at least she wouldn’t have to worry about that. And on the bright side, it also meant that she wouldn’t need to worry about feeling any pain on her wedding night, plus she would have some idea of what to expect since she wouldn’t be inexperienced anymore.
But she was getting ahead of herself. Before she could worry about having any kind of romantic relationships in the future, let alone marriage, she had to make it through this war. And seeing to it that Aang got out of here, finished mastering the elements, and took down the Fire Lord was what she needed to do to make that happen.
And hopefully this whole getting captured episode would be the wake-up call Aang needed to grow up and take his duties as the Avatar more seriously. For as much as she loved his carefree innocence and child-like side, he really needed to stop acting like a little kid and focus on learning the elements instead of fooling around all the time. And as for her brother, as much as she loved his corkiness, hopefully this would teach him to put a little more thought into things and stop acting like such a buffoon all the time.
But none of that mattered right now. Currently, she was in the heart of the beast, so to speak, confined to Zuko’s private chambers. She had been escorted here by his soldiers under the pretense that he was going to interrogate the prisoners, starting with her. She had questioned his reasoning, asking why he would need to interrogate her or her brother if he already had Aang.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he had asked. “You and your brother are the children of the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe. Not to mention you’ve been traveling all over the place with the Avatar. Who knows what allies you may have gained and what plans you might have been made with them? An interrogation would make sense.”
She supposed he had a point there. But still, while she hoped this didn’t start any rumors of what his “interrogating” would include, she was at least grateful to Zuko that he wasn’t making it known that he was taking her to his bed.
Which she was currently sitting on by the way. And what a bed it was; definitely fit for royalty. The thing was enormous, with red silk sheets and the most comfortable mattress she had ever felt. Zuko had locked her in here and told her that she could freshen up in the attached bathroom while he finished taking care of some business he still needed to attend to.
Katara had done just that, taking full advantage of Zuko’s facilities. She was even ecstatic to find that Zuko had a shower, an actual shower. That was something very few people had, except for the rich elites. Which, made sense considering that Zuko was royalty, even if he was banished. Still, it was a nice upgrade from the lakes and streams she and the others had often found themselves bathing in.
She hadn’t bothered to get dressed after that, figuring that there was little point. Instead, she had neatly folded her clothes into a pile beside her boots, her mother’s necklace resting on top of the pile. She was currently dressed in a red, silk robe that had been provided for her, which, she admitted, contrasted very nicely with her dark skin. Her hair was free of its braid and her hair loops, as her brother called them, and hung loose and free down her back.
Zuko had entered the room shortly after she had finished in the bathroom, going inside himself to presumably to freshen up as well, giving Katara more time to mentally prepare herself for what was to come.
She had to admit, she had considered making an escape attempt. She’d had access to water in the bathroom, she could have used it to fight Zuko or tried to take him hostage or something to demand Aang and Sokka’s release, but she had quickly dismissed that idea. She had already tried fighting her way through the ship after she had been discovered, and there had been an entire ocean at her disposal then. But there were just too many soldiers on board for one lone Waterbender to handle. She’d never be able to make her way through the ship, find where Aang and Sokka were, break them out, get to the cargo hold to free Appa and Momo, and then escape.
No, something like that would require stealth, not brute force, and she had already blown that by getting discovered. What more, such an attempt would no doubt cause the deal she had made with Zuko to be off, where if she stuck to it, she had a guarantee from him that they would be freed. No, she would just have to go through with this and hope that the Fire Prince kept his word. Which she believed here would; whatever honor he believed he still had left demanded it of him. And so she sat here on Zuko’s bed, waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom so he could come and claim her. After that, she and the others would be out of here, hopefully to never get caught again; they couldn’t afford to be.
Upon hearing the shower turn off, she practically jumped out of her skin. Her heart started beating rapidly in her chest, and she did her best to calm herself, taking in deep breaths and letting them out. And once she got her anxiety under control, she spent the rest of her time staring at the bathroom door, wondering when Zuko would come out of it.
Finally, he did. The door opened, and the Fire Prince emerged. Katara found herself immediately hopping to her feet as he did so, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. He was out of the standard clothes and armor he typically wore, wearing only a similar red silk robe like she was. His hair was not put up either, and instead hung loose around his face. Katara swallowed as her eyes took him in, her heart once again racing out of control.
As Zuko turned to her, they stared at each other for several long moments before he began making his way over to her. He stopped when he was just a few feet away, his eyes running up and down her body with only the robe to cover her. Katara felt herself blush under his gaze, both from the hungry way he was looking at her and also because she knew that she had just been ogling him as well.
What was she thinking, eyeing him up like that? She was just meant to perform; participate in the act and do what Zuko asked of her. Not enjoy herself, not drink him in and go weak in the knees, not eagerly wait for him to take her, not anticipate his touch, his kiss. So why was she looking at him like he was a cup of cold water and she was dying of thirst on a hot day? Why were her lips tingling, as if begging to be kissed? Why did she feel the urge to reach out and touch his bare skin, to see if his muscles felt as good as they looked?
She needed to get her head in the game. Zuko wasn’t her boyfriend, nor was he some passionate fling. This was a means to an end, she had to keep that in mind. Even if he did look drop-dead gorgeous with his damp hair down and wearing nothing but a robe.
“You look good in red,” he told her suddenly. “And your hair looks really nice down.”
Her face burned brightly. She hadn’t expected compliments. “I prefer blue. And my braid,” she replied, though she made note about the having her hair down remark if she ever needed to sneak into the Fire Nation and wear a disguise to blend in with its people.
Zuko chuckled. “It’s still a good look for you.”
He moved closer, slower than before, until he was almost right in front of her. It was the closest they had been since their kiss in his office earlier. Katara was as stiff as a board, staring up at Zuko without so much as blinking. He was studying her face as if he were searching for something, and his lips curved downward in a small frown.
“You don’t have to do this, Katara,” he told her. “I would never take a woman against her will. If you want to back out of our deal, I’ll understand.”
His words surprised her. Even now, when they were alone in his room, both of them in nothing more than mere robes, he was willing to let her back out if she chose to. That was very… considerate of him, and she appreciated that he was putting her feelings first in that regard.
“Will you still let Aang go if I do?” she asked, already knowing his answer. And she watched as his frown deepened and he shook his head. “Then I do have to do this. But as long as you uphold your end of the bargain, I won’t regret it. Go ahead, Zuko, do what you want with me.”
He didn’t say anything as he continued studying her, as if to make sure she really was certain of her decision. Then his eyes drifted lower to her breasts, concealed by her robe. Katara expected him to simply grab her and start groping, but instead, he slowly reached up and traced the crease of her robe, slipping the tip of his index finger inside the silken folds.
Katara’s breathing grew heavier and heavier the further down he went. He trailed his finger lower and lower, until he reached the knot in the tie at her waist. Then he took the tie between his middle and index fingers, slipping them down its length until he reached the end. His thumb then grasped the end of the tie as well, and he began lightly tugging on it.
The tie slowly pulled more and more out of the knot until it finally came undone, and Katara sucked in a deep breath of air through her nose. With nothing to hold the robe closed, it began to slip open, slowly revealing her dark skin underneath. Katara’s hands clenched at her sides as she allowed the robe to open, exposing her to Zuko’s gaze. Then his hands slowly came up to her shoulders and gently pushed the robe open and off. She felt it fall away, not taking her eyes off him, and the robe fell to the floor by her feet, leaving her completely bare and open for his viewing.
Zuko’s breathing hitched as he stepped back to look at her, and Katara felt her cheeks fill with heat as she stood completely naked in front of him. There was nothing to hide here from Zuko’s eyes, and she couldn’t practically feel them as they roamed over her, as if his gaze alone was heating her flesh wherever it traveled. She felt it as his eyes went from her firm breasts, down her toned, flat stomach, to the triangle of brown curls between her legs, and her nails dug into her palms as she struggled not to move. She was overcome with the urge to cover up, but she kept her arms at her sides. Zuko would be doing a lot more than just looking at her soon.
Instead, she focused on his face. Raw desire was written all over it as his eyes drank her in. Just the way he was looking at her made her stomach coil, and for some reason, she both liked and didn’t like the way he was looking at her. On the one hand, she was happy that he found her desirable. On the other, it was what had led to this situation in the first place. But then she remembered why she was here, and that she was using his desire for her against him.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” Zuko said in a low voice. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Katara blushed further. She could tell he meant every word. Even if she couldn’t hear the honesty in his voice, there was no need to flatter her to get her into his bed since she had already agreed to be there, meaning he was simply speaking the truth. His words made butterflies appear in her stomach, and she felt a little less nervous.
That nervousness returned in full-force however when he reached for the ties of his own robe. She swallowed as he began to pull on them, but then he paused and looked at her thoughtfully. After a few moments, he reached out and took her wrist, bringing her hand up and placing the tie in her hand.
“Here, you do it,” he told her.
Katara’s stomach flipped as she looked down at the tie, then up at him. “Why me?”
“You’re so nervous,” he replied gently. “Perhaps you’ll feel less anxious if you’re more in control.”
She blinked at him, not expecting such an answer. He really was being as considerate of her as possible and doing his best to make her comfortable. It was… sweet, she supposed. It also sent another thrill through her to take such an initiative, almost making her feel as if she were seducing him. Which, she also supposed, she kind of kind of had when she had placed this offer on the table. An offer that had included her active participation in this.
She looked back down at the tie in her hand and swallowed. Slowly, she pulled on it until the knot came free. As it did and his robe began to part, she caught sight of his erection as it began to poke out of the cloth. She quickly averted her eyes, looking up at his face instead. And as his robe opened, he shrugged out of it himself. The robe fell away to join hers on the floor as he joined her in his birthday suit.
Katara was certain that her heart was going to burst right out of her chest with how hard it was beating. She was very aware of the fact that the only thing that separated the two of them was air and about two feet of space. Her eyes remained fixated on his face, refusing to allow them to drift any lower. Zuko kept his eyes on her face as well, his eyes boring into hers as he seemed to be patiently waiting. For what, Katara wasn’t sure.
Slowly, almost against her will, Katara found her gaze beginning to drift lower. She caught herself a few times and returned her eyes to his face. Eventually though, she allowed her gaze to fall lower and lower, her eyes settling on his chest.
She took in his chiseled chest and strong arms, admiring his muscles, unable to stop her hungry gaze from drinking in his form. The Fire Prince was in excellent shape, and her breathing grew heavier, the sight of him making her body feel hot and her mouth water. Soon enough, her eyes shifted downward, and she saw that part of him.
His cock stood tall and fully erect, sticking out from beneath his patch of black curls. Aside from young children and babies, it was her first time seeing a male’s genitalia, and the sight of it sent a wave of both fear and excitement racing through her. It twitched slightly with each beat of his heart, and almost seemed to be pointing up at her. Was it supposed to be that big? Was that really supposed to fit inside her?
Realizing that she was staring, Katara blushed harder than she ever had in her life and tore her eyes away, looking up at Zuko’s face again. She saw his lips curls upward in the ghost of a smile, and she somehow blushed even more. But this seemed to be some sort of unspoken signal that Zuko had been waiting for, as he slowly began to close the distance between them. His movement caused Katara to freeze, and she remained rooted to the spot. All the while, the words, “We’re going to have sex. We’re going to have sex.” started running through her head on repeat.
Zuko stopped when he was directly in front of her, the tips of his toes just barely grazing hers. Only a few inches separated them now, and Katara anxiously waited to see what he would do. Her eyes had remained locked on his as he approached, stubbornly refusing to look away. But with him standing right in front of her like this, she soon lowered them, focusing on his neck and nowhere else.
“Katara,” he said in a heated whisper.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at him and kept staring at his neck. But then his hand came up and gently cupped her heated cheek, his thumb lightly stroking her. She felt the smallest bit of pressure on her cheek as he tried to get her to look at him again, but she was too nervous and embarrassed.
“Look at me, Katara,” he said gently. It wasn’t an order, it was a request, and Katara slowly lifted her head to look at him, and he gave her a reassuring smile. “I meant what I said, you’re so beautiful.”
His words and tone made her shiver, and then he was leaning in. Katara realized he was going to kiss her, and her eyes drifted shut, and, almost subconsciously, she tilted her head to receive his kiss.
When their lips met, a feeling of electricity sparked between them, causing her fists to clench tightly and her toes to curl. It wasn’t like the last two kisses they had shared. Not the hesitant and platonic one she had given him, or the hot and passionate one he had given her. This one was soft and gently, and even, dare she say it, romantic. It felt intimate and sensual, and the feeling was somehow both calming and exciting at the same time.
Zuko slowly pulled back, breaking the kiss. Katara’s eyes remained closed with her lips slightly parted. She felt breathless; Zuko had actually taken her breath away with that kiss, leaving her speechless, her mind completely blank and devoid of thought. She wasn’t sure what she thought about that, when her brain started working again that is. And as her eyes fluttered open, all she could so was stare.
Stroking her cheek with his thumb, Zuko gave her a smile. “You were right, Katara, I do desire you. I have for a long time now, but never thought that I would be able to get you in my bed. But now that I have you, I’m going to make this a night that neither of us will ever forget. A night that will make all others pale in comparison. I promise you this.”
Once again, his words made her shiver. But she reminded herself that she wasn’t here for some epic night of passion, but to secure Aang’s release, and she stubbornly set her face in stone. “Just get it over with.”
That made him chuckle. “No, Katara, I’m not going to make this some quick little romp. I don’t know how things are done in the Water Tribe, but in the Fire Nation, we make sure our women are completely satisfied. We take pleasure in their pleasure, and I intend to do the same to you.” He stroked her lips with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I promise to be gentle.”
Though she would never tell him, Katara was grateful for that. She had heard stories from some women whose first time wasn’t all that great, even unpleasant, where their partner would take them hard and fast, with no thought of the woman’s discomfort or pleasure, and with no regard to the pain caused from losing their virginity. And while part of her wished that Zuko would be like that so this could end quickly, another part of her was glad that he intended to see to her comfort and enjoyment.
And still another deeper part of herself actually wanted to throw caution and morality to the wind and have him to bring her to the heights of passion. For while she had heard of unpleasant and disappointing experiences from some women for their first times, she had heard of stories of great enjoyment from others, the kind of heat and passion she had gotten a taste of when he had kissed her earlier.
But then she quickly reminded herself once more that this was Zuko, the enemy, and that she was only doing this to save Aang. She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this; she shouldn’t, it would be wrong to. What kind of immoral person would it make her to enjoy lying with the enemy?
As if he had read her mind, he said, “I don’t make a habit of bedding women who don’t want me, Katara, so I’m going to make you want me. Just relax and trust me. I’ll make you feel good.”
The hand that was cupping her cheek was suddenly on the move, slowly tracing its way lower, past her chin and down her throat. She set her face in a look of determination, which Zuko seemed to find amusing as he let out a chuckle. Lower and lower his hand went, reaching the top of her chest, and goose-bumps broke out across Katara’s skin, even though she was far from cold. If anything, it was way too hot in here already, and it seemed to be getting hotter; not to mention Zuko’s touch was setting her aflame.
His fingers trailed over the swell of her breast, getting closer to her tip, and as his fingers reached her chocolate-colored areola, her look of determination broke as she let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. His fingers then began circling her nipple, and she felt it pebble under his touch. Both her nipples grew hard, even though he wasn’t even touching her other breast. And when his hand actually grasped her breast and began gently caressing her, her eyes drifted shut as she began biting down on her lower lip.
“Your skin is so soft and smooth, Katara,” he complimented her. “It feels like silk.”
With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see him, but she felt him move closer. Then he leaned in, and she felt his lips on her neck. Her mouth dropped open in a loud gasp as Zuko began kissing along her throat, and Katara felt all her defenses begin to fall as she got lost in the sensation. Her head tilted of its own accord, giving him better access that he took full advantage of as his hand continued caressing and kneading her breast.
As Zuko’s hands and lips worked their magic on her, Katara grew less tense and anxious under his ministrations as she began to give herself over to the delightful sensations he was causing. She was tempted to touch him as well, her hands itching to feel his hard muscles, but she stubbornly kept them at her sides. And as Zuko began sucking on her pulse point, she had to struggle to hold back the whimpers that wanted to escape her as she rubbed her legs together to try and relieve the tingling feeling between them.
Zuko’s mouth began making its way lower, down her neck to her collarbone. His tongue lightly trailed over her skin, and he occasionally placed a kiss to her heated flesh. He moved down her chest, and Katara bit down on her bottom lip to keep from whimpering as he began pressing kisses over her right breast while he continued to knead her left. He kissed around her nipple, avoiding the beaded bud, but then he gave it a light lick before he began to slowly twirl his tongue around it. Katara released her bottom lip as her mouth opened slightly and her breathing grew heavier.
A loud gasp escaped her when Zuko’s mouth finally closed over her nipple. He sucked on the bud, lightly taking it between his teeth and pulling on it slightly before releasing it. He flicked his tongue over it before taking it in his mouth again as his hand played with her other breast, lightly tweaking her nipple and giving it light tugs.
Katara continued to take loud, deep breaths as her head fell back. Her hands finally came up from her sides and found place at the back of his head, pulling him closer. She wasn’t even aware she was doing this until she suddenly realized that her hands were tangled in his hair. She couldn’t resist though and kept her hands where they were, holding him there. And as Zuko continued to suckle and tease her breasts, she slowly leaned further and further back until Zuko’s free hand came around her to prevent her from falling back.
Releasing her nipple from his mouth, Zuko rose to his full height, letting his lips trail over her skin as he pulled her to stand upright. The hand that had circled around to support her suddenly pulled her forward, and Katara let out a loud gasp as their bodies met skin-to-skin. Her chest pressed up against his, her nipples poking into him. But she was most aware of the feel of his erection against her stomach as its length was trapped between them. It was hard and hot, practically burning her flesh where it touched her.
His other hand came around her as well, holding her to him, but before she could have time to form a coherent thought, his lips found hers in a searing kiss. His lips and tongue coaxed her into opening up for him, and when she obliged, he slipped his tongue inside to deepen the kiss.
Katara whimpered into his mouth. This kiss had more fire to it than the one he had given to her a few minutes ago, but not at the level of the first time he had kissed her. It was a kiss meant to seduce, to drive her wild with lust and leave her wanting more, and damn if it wasn’t working. The erotic feeling of his body pressed against hers heightened the experience exponentially, and Katara was lost. Her hands, which had risen up beside her when he pulled her to him, came down to settle on his shoulders, and they slowly wrapped around his neck so they were embracing in the nude as she kissed him back.
She took greater participation in this kiss than the others, going by what felt good and by what he had done to her. She rubbed and curled her tongue against his, and even followed it into his mouth when he retreated, where she began her own exploration. In the back of her mind, a part of her demanded to know what she was doing, and she answered it by telling herself that she was putting on a good act since that was what was required of her, ignoring the other little voice in her head telling her that that wasn’t completely true, that she was very much enjoying this. She pushed all those thoughts aside as she allowed herself to get lost in their kiss.
Zuko’s hands moved up and down Katara’s back as their lips continued to move against each other. They briefly broke apart to take quick gulps of air before their mouths sealed together again. Of its own accord, one of Katara’s legs rose slightly to wrap around his. She needed some relief in her throbbing core, and so sought out some kind of friction without fully comprehending what she was doing. Zuko seemed to know what she needed though and shifted slightly, pressing his knee against her center, one of his hands moving down to her lower back as he pulled her more fully against him.
Katara gasped at the contact, tearing her lips away from his. Zuko held her close though, pushing his knee more firmly against her, and Katara’s fingers dug into his back. She took deep panting breaths as Zuko rubbed against her, and she could feel his own hot breath against her face as well. She felt him rest his forehead against hers, and her eyes fluttered open, looking into his own hooded gaze. She could see that his eyes were darkened and glazed over with desire. Despite the circumstances, she felt no shortage of excitement that she had stirred this kind of reaction from him, that he desired her so fiercely.
“Katara…” he panted.
“Zuko…” she whispered back breathlessly. “I feel… I need… I need…”
She didn’t have the words, not really sure what to say. Sexual frustration was no foreign feeling to her. Like anyone else, she too had grown curious about her body over the years and began exploring the recesses of her physical pleasure. She’d brought herself to climax with her own hand during times of privacy, but this felt different. Nothing had ever felt like this before, or been this strong. She knew that this wasn’t something she could take care of herself, but didn’t know how to convey what she needed, nor did she know if she should if she somehow managed to find the words. Instead, all she could do was grind against his leg.
But it seemed that words were not needed as he said to her in a hushed voice, “I know what you need.”
Keeping his forehead pressed to hers, he brought one of his hands up and slid his middle and index fingers into mouth. They were wet when he removed them, and her eyes followed his hand down until it was out of her range of vision as he brought his hand down. She felt his knee move away from her as he allowed some space between their bodies, and she realized what he was about to do.
“W-Wait,” she stammered, needing a moment to mentally prepare herself.
But there was no waiting, and there were no further words from her as she felt him cup her. A loud gasp escaped her as his hand passed through her damp curls and pressed against her center. Her breath got caught in her throat and she jolted at the contact, her arms tightening around him. Her toes curled and uncurled as Zuko began rubbing her, his fingers grazing over her slit.
She was so wet she was practically dripping, and she knew Zuko could feel just how wet she was; he had to have felt it when he pressed his knee against her. It was embarrassing, but she was too aroused to care, just as she was too aroused to care that it was Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation who had made her so wet.
“Spirits, you’re soaked,” he whispered, lust dripping from his voice. “So damn wet.”
She was perfectly aware of that, and her cheeks burned in response to his words as he confirmed her thoughts. It almost made her feel dirty, like she was some kind of floozy who would get turned on by anyone who touched her, even the enemy. She shoved that thought aside though, knowing it wasn’t true, and told herself that she was only reacting this way because it was Zuko specifically who was touching her so intimately. But then she registered what she had just thought and realized that that wasn’t a good thing.
Zuko’s fingers rubbed her, and Katara’s hips began moving in time with them. Her mouth hung open as she panted. Even though her eyes had closed again, she knew that Zuko was watching her. She could feel his eyes on her face, taking in the look of pleasure she knew she had there. But all she could focus on, all she cared about right now, was the feel of Zuko stroking her.
Then she felt his fingers part her, opening her up to him with his ring and index finger, and his middle finger rubbed against her labia. He stroked along the edges of her slit a few times, causing little whimpers to escape her, before finally inserting his finger inside her. Katara cried out, throwing her head back in response. She leaned back so far that only Zuko’s hand on her lower back and her hands clinging to his neck prevented her from falling.
Zuko moved his finger in and out of her, rubbing her inner walls and curling his digit. Katara panted loudly, her eyes closed and face turned up to the ceiling. She could feel his finger moving around inside her, as if searching for something, and all the while, his thumb began playing with her clit, causing her to go back and forth between open mouth panting and biting down on her lower lip.
And then his finger brushed against a certain spot inside her that caused her eyes to fly open as a shocked, pleasured cry escaped her. She rose up onto her toes as a shiver ran through her body. She wondered what had happened, but then he brushed against that same spot again, and stars danced in front of her eyes as another shiver ran through her again.
“There it is,” she heard Zuko say, and could tell by his tone that he was smiling, and arrogantly so.
Before she had time to process what he meant, he yanked her upright and pulled her against him. She went without a thought, her arms once more going around him as he continued rubbing her inner walls, focusing specifically on that one spot inside her that triggered those shivering reaction that made her think she was going to go crazy.
He added a second finger, and Katara’s back arched, pressing her breasts against his chest. His two fingers explored her insides as his thumb rolled across her clit, working her up more and more. His other hand pulled her closer, and he once again rested his forehead against hers. Katara’s eyes fluttered open to stare into his heated gaze, their lips mere inches apart.
“The first time you cum,” he whispered to her, “it will be with my hands. The second time will be with my mouth. And the third time will be with my body.”
His words caused her to shiver again, this time in anticipation, and her heart went into overdrive. She didn’t know how to respond to that, but even if she could, she wouldn’t have been able to as Zuko’s lips claimed hers. She reflexively opened up to him, and his tongue invaded her mouth, probing and exploring, much like his fingers were. He swallowed the moans that escaped her as he continued to stimulate her, causing her to perspire as her body temperature rose.
She vaguely became aware of the fact that her hips had begun moving on their own, riding his hand. She didn’t stop though, and only moved her hips all the more at the exquisite feeling it gave her. She wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but having Zuko’s hands being the ones that pleasured her felt far better than her own.
Something was coming. She could feel it. An orgasm was building up, one far more powerful than any she had felt before. She tore her lips from Zuko’s and began sucking in large lungfuls of air and letting them out in a rush. Zuko was panting heavily as well, the two of them practically exchanging breaths. His eyes bore into hers expectantly, and Katara stared back almost pleadingly as the pleasure started to reach its breaking point.
“You’re close,” he told her. “I can feel it. Let yourself go. Cum, Katara. I want you to. Cum for me.”
She wanted to, so badly, but also felt like it would be wrong. No, it would be wrong. He was the enemy. The plan had been to let him have his way with her, to let him take his pleasure with her body, and to help him get there through participation. But she hadn’t expected to be pleasured back, at least not this extensively. This was far more than she ever would have thought herself capable of feeling.
But Zuko seemed adamant that she share in the pleasure. No, not just share in it, but get there first. And not just get there first, but feel it even more than him. He truly did seem to enjoy making her feel good, so she supposed that what he said was true about the Fire Nation making sure their women were satisfied.
And speaking of fire, Katara felt like her whole body was burning. Beads of sweat were running down her body, making her hair stick to her and causing her skin to glisten. Zuko had begun to perspire as well, and their shared body heat from them being so close together only made them hotter. Almost feeling as if she were in a sauna, Katara briefly feared that she would pass out from the heat as her mind got fuzzier and fuzzier, but then she realized that that was from the building pleasure he was giving her.
It felt like a massive wave growing bigger and bigger, about to come down on her at any moment. She could feel it coming up from the tips of her toes, and all she could do was hold onto Zuko and let it crash over her. She became aware of the moans escaping her, and how they grew in volume and frequency, but she couldn’t stop them from spilling from her lips. And then she felt his own lips close over the sensitive part of her neck and suck on her pulse point, and she lost control of her body.
A scream tore its way out of her mouth as the wave broke, and a tsunami flowed over her. She came in a rush on Zuko’s hand, and she clung to him desperately. Her knees gave out as her legs trembled uncontrollably, but Zuko caught her, keeping her upright and holding her close. She buried her face into his chest as she held onto him, her whole body shaking and jerking. Stars danced behind her eyes as her mind went completely blank, her orgasm taking over all her sense, and for a time, nothing else mattered expect this moment.

(A/N: And there's the second chapter. Now things are really starting to heat up. And this is just a taste of what's to come. This is turning out to be very different from what Katara had anticipated. Not only is she enjoying it more than she thought she ever would, Zuko seems to be determined to make sure she receives just as much pleasure as him, or even more so. And we haven't even gotten to the main event yet. Anticipation can be an enjoyable part of the experience, so hang in there for some more steamy action next time. Don't worry, there will be plenty of it, as this story will mostly be one lemon leading into another. I don't want to call it a PWP, but, yeah, it kind of is. Stay tuned to see what happens next.)
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