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The Spirit Lovers' Ritual	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
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(A/N: Well, hello again. So, you're back for more. Guess that means the themes of this story haven't completely turned you off. Or you're simply curious to see how it's going to play out. Honestly, I'm not sure how it's going to play out with the subject matter being something I'm in opposition to, but it wouldn't be the first time I've pushed my boundaries in such a way to improve my writing. On that note, I do hope you're not thinking too badly of Katara and Zuko. They're not doing this because they want to, but because they have to, even if they both also secretly desire each other, that's inconsequential. Well, sort of. Like I said the real point of this story is how you would deal with temptation when you HAVE to give into it, and how it will affect you. It's a psychological theme. And on that note, while you may be able to excuse Zuko and Katara's actions as something they have to do, don't think too badly about the Blue Spirit and Painted Lady from what happens with them either. Technically, they're not pushing Zuko and Katara into an affair, they're just as stuck as they are, and they literally need to push them into action in order to fix the problem, and that action just so happens to involve adultery, which, in turn just so happens to force Zuko and Katara to give into their own secret desires for each other. Such a complicated web, eh? So, let's see how it goes for them.)
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Part 2
Zuko stared at her for several long moments before nodding, and Katara slowly lowered her finger, bringing her hand down to rest it on his chest. He once again cupped her face, and this time he slowly closed the distance between them. Butterflies fluttered in Katara’s stomach and her lips tingled in anticipation as his face got closer, but he paused just a breath away from kissing her, his lips hovering just out of reach.
“Are you sure?” he asked in a near whisper.
Katara swallowed. No, she wasn’t sure, but they had to, and she couldn’t deny the desperate need she felt to feel his lips against hers, even if that was coming from the Painted Lady.
“Kiss him,” the spirit in question encouraged. “It’s not just me, you want to too. I know you do, beyond my desire to kiss my mate, I can feel it.”
Katara ignored her as she told Zuko, “Don’t hold back. Do as you wish.”
She couldn’t believe she was saying this to someone other than her husband, but then Zuko finally closed the distance and pressed his lips to hers, and all thought ceased. It wasn’t a quick smooch like what she had given him, but a much realer kiss. He was slow and gently about it, but there was more force behind it as he molded his lips to hers.
Katara was completely unprepared for the way his kiss would feel. While her quick peck had sent a jolt racing through her, this felt like an entire wave of electricity lighting up her entire body. With hardly a thought, she instinctively kissed him back, pressing her lips to his in return, and she felt her whole body surge to life, from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. At the feel of her returning his kiss, he kissed her even harder, his hand going from cupping her face to gripping it.
As if his kiss hadn’t caught her off guard enough, she felt the Painted Lady’s reaction as well. She felt the spirit’s response to kissing her mate through Zuko, felt it as keenly as if she were the Painted Lady being kissed by the Blue Spirit. It greatly amplified the kiss, doubling the pleasure, essentially giving her twice the experience for the price of one, and her entire body responded to it.
It was still just the pressing of lips though, but then Zuko began moving his against hers. She responded in kind, melding her lips to his. Her hand took a handful of his robe, and her other hand came up as well, also grabbing the material. Their lips moved together, their kiss becoming more open-mouthed, and Katara began to feel light-headed and dizzy. She found that she couldn’t stop though, and a hunger began to build up in her that had her kiss him all the more.
And then she felt his tongue slip past her lips and into her mouth. The sensation shocked her and took her breath away all at once. And when it brushed against hers, she felt a fire roar to life in her stomach. She didn’t pull back though and instead curled her tongue against his, and their two pink muscles began rubbing against each other. Having been married for over a year, she was no stranger to deep kissing, but she had never felt anything like this before, not from just a kiss.
They continued kissing until the need for air pulled them apart, and they pulled back, both of them breathing heavily. They stared at each other with wide eyes, both of them clearly surprised at their own reaction to the kiss. Katara brought a hand up to her mouth and backed away, almost staring at Zuko in horror. The Fire Lord stared right back, though his expression was less horror and more shock, and they continued to stare at each other until Katara couldn’t take it anymore and turned her back to him.
She had been completely unprepared to have such a reaction to him. That kiss, she’d never experienced anything like it. It had been so intense, so consuming, she’d nearly lost herself in it. Never had she had that reaction before. It was scary, and she tried to rationalize it in her head.
That hadn’t been her, that had been the Painted Lady. Yes, she was feeling what the Painted Lady felt. She’d known she would, even if she had been up prepared for how intense it would be. The spirit’s love and desire for her mate was undeniable, and she could feel how great it was.
That wasn’t the part that scared her though. She felt what her bonded spirit felt, yes, and if that had been all, then she could deal with it, telling herself that those feelings weren’t her own, but that wasn’t all she felt. While she did share what the Painted Lady felt, she could still distinguish what the spirit felt and what she herself personally felt. And she had felt her own response to Zuko beyond what the Painted Lady had made her feel.
She had felt her own response to Zuko’s kiss, and it had been greater than any kiss she had shared with Aang, triggering a much greater response from her. That was what had horrified her, her own personal reaction to him. And with the thought of what else was to come, she feared what her own reaction would be beyond what she felt from the Painted Lady. She knew this because she felt the Painted Lady pick up and feel her own desires, and she felt them reflected right back at her. The Painted Lady had felt them, and so Katara had felt what she felt in turn in a never-ending circle, leaving her unable to deny or dismiss them.
“Oh, spirits, no,” she whispered into her hand before lowering it and grasping a handful of her robe over her heart; she could feel it racing in her chest.
She knew she would feel things from the Painted Lady. She’d thought she could deal with that, be able to write off anything she felt as secondhand experience from the spirit. But her own reaction, her own desires, that she hadn’t been prepared to face. Yet now she was being forced to face them. How could she feel such desires for anyone other than her husband, for someone other than the man she loved?
“Do not deny your own desires, Katara,” the Painted Lady consoled her. “Human desire is something you all share. Did you think yourself above feeling such things? It is choosing to act on those desires or not that matters. This, however, is a special circumstance. Do not run from your desires simply because you do not want them. You must not if you wish to succeed in completing the ritual and being rid of us.”
And that’s what really scared her. She could resist acting on her desires, yes. As she had reluctantly acknowledged, she did indeed find Zuko to be very attractive, but she was able to resist acting on her attraction, just like anyone else could. But now she wouldn’t be able to, she had to act on it. And that, more than anything, was making her feel like an adulteress.
A small whimper of dismay escaped her as, perhaps, the true reality of the situation hit her for the first time. Completing the ritual, it was one thing to theoretically think about it and rationalize that it was necessary and didn’t mean anything, but now that the moment was here, now that she actually had to go through with it, that she was going through with it, the situation was hitting her differently. It wasn’t just talk now, it was real, and it wouldn’t be entirely unwanted.
Her eyes went back to the mirror and she stared at her reflection. Zuko was standing behind her, but she barely registered him. She took in her appearance, and for some reason felt like this would be the last time she would be able to see herself like this. After tonight, she would be an adulteress. Regardless of what she had told Zuko and Aang, or what the circumstances were, this thought was now ringing true in her head, and she felt that she would never be able to look at herself in the mirror the same way again.
The sight of Zuko moving in the mirror drew her attention and she stiffened as he approached her. He came up directly behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. She shivered under his touch, but otherwise remained still. From the look on Zuko’s face, he seemed uncertain of how to proceed, but it was also clear that he was trying to hold himself back. Katara could relate, as she felt conflicting feelings of wanting him to touch her, but also knowing she shouldn’t.
“His respect for you is great,” the Painted Lady told her. “You may need to coax him further into action. If you show any hesitation, he will not act.”
And she needed him to act, Katara didn’t need the spirit to tell her that. She shouldn’t have turned her back on him after he kissed her; it would send him the wrong message, and he would hold back. She couldn’t have that. If she ended up faltering, she needed him to push her further, to make sure they kept going. She would have to be wary of her actions, cast aside all hesitation and restraint she felt and embrace this fully. Words alone wouldn’t be enough; she would actually have to do what she had said to Zuko and not consider herself a married woman, otherwise they wouldn’t complete the ritual even if they did have sex. In which case, they would need to do it again, which was the last thing they needed.
“Katara…” Zuko said hesitantly.
She didn’t answer. Instead, she took a deep breath and reached up to take one of his hands. She kept her eyes locked on his as she moved his hand down to her chest and made him cup her breast over the silky material of her robe. She felt him stiffen behind her as she pressed her hand over his until he gently gripped her breast. The Painted Lady whispered words of encouragement in her head, but Katara ignored her as she tried to focus on the situation and not think about anything else.
Slowly, she turned her head until she was looking up at Zuko. Then she pressed a light kiss to his lips before looking directly into her eyes. “Don’t stop. No matter what, don’t stop. We’ll get through this together. It’s just us, you and me as we are. No titles, no ties. Treat me as you would a real lover, no different from a normal woman.”
She saw the conflict in his eyes. Even so, she also saw his gaze become heated, and the way he was looking at her sent hot flashes through her body. Slowly though, she felt his hand covering her begin to knead her breast. Her eyes fluttered slightly and she slowly returned her gaze to the mirror, where she watched as he massaged her breast through her robe, and she let her hand drop. The Painted Lady made a comment of how good the two of them looked together, which Katara assumed had been meant to help her get more in the mood, but it only served to increase her guilt, mostly because she reluctantly agreed with what the Painted Lady was saying.
For several long seconds, Zuko just continued to massage her, but then he moved his hand towards the crease of her robe. He went slowly, giving her plenty of time to stop him, keeping his eyes on her in the mirror the entire time. As his hand slipped inside, Katara’s breath hitched, and her own hands clenched into fists as his hand now covered her bare breast. She bit her bottom lip as he kneaded her, and she felt her nipples harden against his palm as goose-bumps broke out over her skin, despite how hot she was feeling.
Zuko continue to watch her, the look on his face almost questioning, as if he was asking if this was ok. She gave him a nod, and he began massaging her more firmly. Katara’s breathing began to grow heavier as heat pooled between her legs. The Painted Lady was silent, but Katara felt her pleasure to Zuko’s touch in addition to her own, heightening the sensation. She then watched as Zuko dipped his head and began placing kisses along her neck. Katara’s hands began clenching and unclenching at her sides, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
Her eyelids fluttered and she took long, deep breaths as Zuko trailed kisses over her pulse point. She was tense, she knew that, and she forced herself to relax and just focus on the delightful sensations he was giving to her; his lips on her neck, his hand massaging her breast, his other hand gently stroking her hip; when had he placed his hand there? She almost felt like a virgin on her wedding night again with how nervous she was, albeit for a different reason, as she was no stranger to sex.
She was, however, a stranger to sex with anyone other than her husband, as well as to having a spirit inside her during the act, including how heightened the experience was as a result of her housing the Painted Lady. There was no denying that Zuko’s touch felt good, too good actually, better than it should, and her married mind wanted to resist it. She did her best to not think about it though and simply enjoy the experience.
Suddenly, she felt it. Something hard poked into her backside. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was. She was responding to Zuko’s touch after all, it was only natural that he would respond to touching her. She felt the Painted Lady’s desire to press back against him, making her feel that desire as well. But beyond that, she couldn’t help have her own personally curiosity piqued, and she felt herself blush in response, seeing her own cheeks color in the mirror.
She told herself this was natural though. Zuko was an attractive man who was intimately touching her. Anyone would respond to such stimuli. It just happened to be accompanied with a large side of guilt. That’s what was making this so difficult. Acknowledging her desires was one thing. So was going through with the sex since she could rationalize that she was only going through with it to rid her and Zuko of their bonded spirits. But feeling guilty over enjoying the experience, that was proving to be the real dilemma. It would be so much easier if she could just turn off her conscience. How could she enjoy the experience to the fullest if she was feeling guilty for enjoying it?
“You must, Katara,” the Painted Lady unnecessarily reminded her. “You won’t complete the ritual if you don’t. Cast aside all else. Put all thought aside and just feel. I’m truly sorry you must go through with this, but you must all the same. Give in to the pleasure and fully embrace the experience.”
“Easier said than done,” Katara snapped back, irritated at how simple the spirit made it sound. “I can go through the motions, I can even give in to my desires, but how do I not feel guilty enough to truly give in? How do I willingly act on my desires while also wanting to hold onto my marriage vows?”
There was a long period of silence before the Painted Lady spoke again. “I suppose my mate and the Fire Lord will have to distract you enough with their skills to make you forget your guilt until later.”
That, Katara just didn’t see happening. As pleasant as Zuko’s touch was, she didn’t think he would be able to distract her enough to drown out her conscience. How could she reach the required state of nirvana and connect to Zuko on the necessary level while being burdened with guilt for what she was doing?
In the back of her mind, she could feel the Painted Lady contemplating, but despite their connection, she was unable to hear the spirits thoughts until they were voiced. “I had intended to make this easier for you by letting you initially take control and go at your own pace until you were comfortable with the situation before I joined in, but if it will ease your guilt, would you prefer if I took full control for now?”
Katara considered this. Yes, perhaps that would work for the best. By handing the reins over to the Painted Lady, so to speak, she would just be going along for the ride. It would feel less like cheating if she enjoyed the experience by simply going along for the ride rather than participated herself.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
However, she felt the Painted Lady give a remorseful sigh. “If that is what you want. But know this, Katara, this is only to get you started. You cannot simply go along for the ride, as you were thinking. I can initially take charge, but the ritual will require your participation, your full participation, and enjoyment in order to be completed. Remember, it is about the experience, not the act. You must reach the right level of intimacy with the Fire Lord in order to–”
“I know,” Katara responded harshly, then closed her eyes and said in a calmer tone, “I know. Just… get me started.”
Opening her eyes, she relinquished all control over to the Painted Lady, letting her do as she willed. She felt the spirit’s desire to want to turn in Zuko’s arms and strip them both bare and fall into a passionate tryst. She held back though, going slow, gently pushing Katara’s comfort zone. She started by pressing back against Zuko’s hardness, pushing her rear into him. Katara inhaled, her eyes flying open to look at her reflection once more, and she watched her cheeks color once more.
Zuko’s attention was still focused on her neck, but she felt him tense up as she pressed against him. She wondered if he was going through something similar and was allowing the Blue Spirit to have complete control of his own body. Knowing him though, she doubted it, as Zuko would most likely want to maintain control so he would know how much and how hard he was pushing her so he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want or wasn’t ready for. That’s just the type of person he was, wanting to respect her and her body as much as possible until she was fully invested in this.
Her hands suddenly moved at the Painted Lady’s command, reaching back to grasp Zuko’s hips and pull him more fully into her. His erection rubbed against her backside through their robes, and she bit her bottom lip at the way it sent sparks of delight through her and caused her to tingle between her legs.
She felt Zuko pause and lift his head to look at her in the mirror, as if to gauge her reaction. She said nothing, silently conveying for him to keep going. She felt her hips start swaying as she pressed back against him, and he once again dipped his head into the curve of her neck. Only this time he latched his mouth onto her pulse point, causing a gasp to escape her. The Painted Lady just gripped Zuko’s hips even harder and pushed her bottom even more firmly against him, now practically grinding against his erection. And gradually, Zuko began grinding against her as well.
Katara’s breathing sped up as she continued to take long, deep intakes of air. She proceeded to gnaw on her lower lip as the feel of Zuko’s hardness rubbing against her and his hand on her breast stimulated her further, and she subconsciously began rubbing her legs together. She hadn’t even realized she had been doing it until she noticed it in the mirror, but she knew that the action was hers, not the Painted Lady’s.
Her hands left Zuko’s hips to move to her front though; that was the Painted Lady. Katara’s heart was already racing, but it sped up all the more as she watched her hands go to the tie of her robe. Even Zuko had taken notice, and he watched as she took hold of the tie and began to undo it.
Katara felt heat fill her face as she watched the knot come undone. She had given control over to the Painted Lady to get them started, but had been unprepared for such a big step so soon. She did nothing to stop it though as the tie pulled free of its knot and her robe began to part. Her eye briefly caught Zuko’s and they both watched as her robe slowly opened, exposing a good portion of her front. Her breasts remained partially covered, but the triangle of brown curls between her legs was on full display. Katara’s face turned redder as she resisted the urge to cover up. Only her husband had ever seen this much of her before.
Her thoughts were distracted from Aang as she felt Zuko nibble on her ear, eliciting a breathy gasp from her. Then she felt Zuko’s hand slide up to her shoulders, his fingers curling around the outline of her robe. Her heart kicked into overdrive as he slowly peeled it back and released it. The silk material fell down her back and dropped to the floor at their feet. Katara’s face heated even further as she now stood completely exposed, as bare as the day she was born.
“Beautiful,” Zuko whispered in her ear. At least she thought it had been Zuko; it could have been the Blue Spirit, but she didn’t think it was.
It took all her self-control not to start fidgeting as the Fire Lord looked at her in all her naked glory. She felt shy under his gaze, like a blushing virgin on her wedding night. She could actually feel the heat of his gaze as it moved over her, feeling her skin warm in the places where his eyes traveled over her, would have felt it even if she had closed her own eyes. Zuko’s hands remained on her shoulders as he looked at her. But then they slowly began to explore her, now with nothing to get in the way, causing her to shiver at his touch.
His hands continued to trail over her body, standing out against her darker complexion. They settled on her breasts, and he filled his palms with them and began rolling them around and kneading them. All the while, he continued to grind his hardness into her now naked backside as his lips teased her neck. Katara felt the Painted Lady reach back to grasp Zuko’s hip once more as her other hand came up and tangled in his hair, keeping his face pressed into the crook of her neck. Another shiver ran through her as he suddenly licked a trail from the base of her throat up to her ear before licking around the shell of it and lightly biting down on her earlobe, causing her toes to curl.
“I want to see all the ways you will react to my touch in this body,” he whispered hotly in her ear.
That had definitely been the Blue Spirit speaking through Zuko. All the same, she felt her body respond to his seductive words in addition to the Painted Lady’s reaction. Her stomach suddenly flip-flopped though as one of his hands left her breasts and began traveling downward. Katara knew where his destination was and felt a rush of anticipation. She was ashamed to realize that it wasn’t just the Painted Lady who had felt it though.
“And I’m not the only one who wishes to know,” the Blue Spirit added as his fingers grazed the top of her pubic hairs.
She watched as Zuko’s cheeks colored and a look of embarrassment and shame crossed his face. Katara realized that the Blue Spirit had taken the liberty of voicing Zuko’s own desires, hence the reason for his reaction. The thought sent a warm and fuzzy feeling through her at the thought that Zuko found her desirable.
“Of course he does; is it not obvious?” the Painted Lady assured her. “You’re a beautiful woman, Katara. He finds you just as attractive as you find him.”
“No,” Katara objected. “I’m a married woman. I shouldn’t find anyone other than my husband desirable, and he shouldn’t find me desirable either.”
The Painted Lady sighed. “Katara, you cannot hide what you feel from me while we are bonded. There is nothing wrong with what you feel. Do not mix up romantic love with attraction or desire. One cannot help who they are attracted to. To admit your attraction is not a betrayal of your love, nor is it a betrayal of his loyalty. Attraction is a natural thing, and it is but an initial interest that draws one to a potential mate while love comes later. It is not sinful or dishonorable to acknowledge one’s attraction even if you have a mate as long as you do not act on that attraction.”
“But I am acting on that– Oh, La!”
Her silent conversation gave way to a vocal exclamation as Zuko finally touched her. His fingers had trailed through her brown curls before cupping her mound, triggering her loud cry. His finger began running over her slit, spreading the wetness that had gathered there, and her cheeks flamed at the knowledge that he would know not only that he had made her wet, but just how wet he had made her…
“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered to her, as if reading her thoughts.
It’s just a normal, bodily reaction she told herself, a perfectly natural response to the correct stimulation. Deep down though, she knew that wasn’t true. She had started to grow wet before Zuko had even touched her. Bonded to her as she was, the Painted Lady had to know this too, but she mercifully didn’t point it out. Probably so as not to ruin the moment, as she was getting swept away by Zuko’s touch.
His middle finger proceeded to stroke across her slit, and she sucked her lips into her mouth to try and silence the sounds that wanted to escape her. The Painted Lady had other ideas though as she turned her head, and Zuko captured her lips in a searing kiss. Katara’s breath was stolen from her and she whimpered into his mouth. His tongue slipped past her lips and rubbed against hers, and without thinking, she entangled hers with his, kissing him back.
The action was hers alone, but it took her several long seconds to realize that she was acting of her own accord, and she instantly stopped. The Painted Lady immediately took over though, continuing to slide her tongue against Zuko’s as they kissed.
“That was good progress, Katara,” the Painted Lady told her. “I know you gave me control, but don’t just rely on me. Let your actions be your own. Give in to your desires. Let them guide you. Don’t hold back. Enjoy and take part in this. Don’t fight or resist.”
Katara whimpered slightly. Though she didn’t give in to what she wanted, to what her body was craving, she didn’t resist either, and let the Painted Lady act for her. She knew the Painted Lady was a benevolent spirit, and so the irony was not lost on her that she was encouraging her to cheat on her husband. The circumstances were unique though, and she knew that the spirit was trying to make this easier for her, but she also felt the Painted Lady’s guilt of encouraging this. That, at least, prevented her from getting angry with the spirit, knowing that she would otherwise be against this sort of thing.
But then all thought ceased as she felt Zuko slip a finger inside her. She tore her lips from his as a loud cry escaped her and she threw her head back onto the Fire Lord’s shoulder. His finger began moving in and out of her, probing and exploring, causing more of her juices to flow. She felt his finger curl inside her, hooking and unhooking, running along her inner walls, and her knees grew wetter under his touch.
She couldn’t keep still, it was impossible. She began undulating under his touch. He spread her wider with his index and pinky finger, then inserted another into her, causing her to arch against him. He moved his fingers in and out of her, and her hips moved along with his movements. Her hand in his hair clenched tightly around a handful of his black locks as her eyes slid closed and her mouth fell open.
Breathy sounds escaped her almost in time with his finger movements. His hand still palming her breast released its hold, but only to pinch her protruding nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing, twisting, and pulling just enough before it would have become painful. The feeling only served to turn her on even more, as did the sound of his heavy breathing in her ear.
Throughout the pleasure, she became aware of her hand on his hip leaving its place and shifting between their bodies. She was dimly aware that the Painted Lady was responsible for the action before it suddenly registered to her where her hand was going. It slipped between the crevice of his robe and brushed against his erection. Instinct nearly caused her to pull her hand back, but the Painted Lady prevented her from doing so. And so Katara felt her hand open and take hold of Zuko’s cock.
She sucked in a large mouthful if air as she gripped his hard, smooth length, so hot it nearly burned her. It was her first time feeling it skin-to-skin. Though she had felt it against her backside, it definitely felt bigger in her hand. Much bigger, she reluctantly and guiltily admitted, than even her husband’s. The mere fact that she had this thought brought on a wave of shame, and she couldn’t believe the Painted Lady had just gone for it.
“This was what you wanted as well,” the Painted Lady told her. “You may deny it, but you were curious and wanted to know. The thought of it aroused you. I merely did what you could not bring yourself to do and what you pretended you had no interest in.”
“Lie,” Katara thought at her defensively.
“No, Katara. It is no lie. I cannot lie to you while we are bonded; you would be able to tell if I was speaking falsely. You sense what I speak is the truth, even if you deny it to yourself or wish it to not be so. You’ve been denying your desire for the Fire Lord for a long time out of loyalty to your husband. While that is admirable, remember, your desires are not wrong, and you have been given a pass not to be bound by your marriage vows to act on them. You must do so.”
She didn’t want to admit it, but it was true, every word, including about the Painted Lady being unable to lie to her. A truth from her was as certain as if she had spoken one herself. It was just shameful to admit that she was not only curious, but turned on by what Zuko had in his pants. Just as it was shameful to admit that she liked the way he felt in her hand.
But she didn’t just hold it. Oh no. She, or rather, the Painted Lady, pulled it from the confines of her robe and began stroking his length. She moved her hand up and down, pumping it behind her, hearing him groan in her ear in response. Free from her robe as she was, she now felt it against her backside, searing hot against her own heated flesh. She was only vaguely aware of her actions though, as most of her focus was going on with what he was doing between her legs.
She wasn’t sure how long they masturbated each other for, but he eventually and suddenly removed his fingers from her. An involuntary whimper escaped her and she opened hooded eyes to stare at their reflections. Her gaze landed on his hand, shiny with her wetness, and she watched in astonishment as he brought his hand up to his face. He stared at his wet fingers for a short while before he brought them to his mouth. Katara’s eyes widened as he slid one inside and his lips closed around his wet finger.
The sight alone caused more wetness to gather between her legs as she watched him suck her juices off his finger, savoring the taste of her. He completely sucked his finger clean before sliding it out of his mouth with a soft, wet pop. Then his eyes opened and locked with hers, and she felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. No one but her husband should know what she tasted like, but no matter how shameful or as embarrassing as it was, the sight was also a major turn on.
“You taste amazing, Katara,” he told her, and she knew it was Zuko talking and not the Blue Spirit since he had addressed her by name. And then, to her absolute astonishment, he brought his fingers to her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Katara’s stomach did a flip. Aang had never asked her to do anything like this. And while she had tasted herself on his lips after he’d gone down on her in the past, she never actively tried to taste herself before. And yet when Zuko said it, she found that this desire did not come from the Painted Lady, as it would not be the spirit whose excitement they would be tasting.
“Do it,” the spirit in question told her. “Taste what he’s done to you. I wish to feel your fulfilment in this.”
It was the first time the Painted Lady made a request for herself. She supposed it made sense. Just as she felt everything the Painted Lady felt, the reverse was true as well. The Painted Lady was sensing Katara’s own desires as her own and wanting them fulfilled. Those desires were reflected right back at Katara again, and then at the Painted Lady once more in a never-ending, escalating circle.
It was more than Katara could resist, and she opened her mouth to accept Zuko’s finger. He did not give it to her though and simply held it in front of her. She took the initiative herself and moved her head forward, only for his fingers to retreat. She tried again and he did it once more, not letting her have the taste she didn’t realize until just now how much she wanted.
She caught his eye and saw the teasing, playful look in them, and she was tempted to grab his hand and bring it to her mouth herself. But then he moved his fingers higher over her so they were just out of reach above her. However, a bead of her wetness had gathered at the end of his finger, just on the verge of dripping Katara’s mouth opened once more and her tongue stuck out, waiting in anticipation. Her eyes remained fixated on the drop until it finally fell and splashed on her tongue, causing a groan to escape her at her own tangy taste.
He finally gave her what she wanted, lowering his hand and pressing his finger to the top of her tongue. She curled the small, pink muscle around his digit, seeking out more of her own taste. He slowly guided his finger and her tongue into her mouth, and her lips closed over it. A small moan escaped her as she sucked on his finger, swirling her tongue over the digit. But then she felt his other finger press against her mouth, the one that had been in his own, and found herself automatically opening once more to take that one inside as well.
She sucked gently at his fingers as he moved them in and out of her mouth, even when her taste was gone. She reluctantly released them though when he extracted them from her mouth, but then gripped her lower jaw and turned her head, capturing her lips with his. Katara didn’t hesitate and fully engaged with the kiss, their tongues taking turns of whose mouth they dueled in.
When oxygen was needed, they came apart, but their mouths remained close enough to breathe each other’s air. Katara honestly didn’t think she’d ever been more aroused in her entire life, and as she stared into his heated gaze, seeing the want and desire in them, she felt as if she might melt into a puddle of liquid.
She knew that her own want was reflecting in her own eyes, but as they continued to stare at each other, the realization that the eyes she was starting at were a golden yellow rather than the light gray she was used to seeing during intimacy slowly broke through the fog that had filled her mind. And as that realization settled in, she was awash with guilt.
She couldn’t believe it, but from the moment she had sought to taste herself on his fingers, Aang and the fact that she was married hadn’t once entered her mind. She had been completely lost in the moment, giving in and acting on her desires. It hadn’t been the Painted Lady who had sucked his finger clean or engaged in the kiss that had followed, it had been all her. The spirit had given her back full control and let her act as she willed.
“You had made progress,” the Painted Lady explained. “That was good. You had given yourself over to your desires and your partner. That is the state of mind you will be required to be in if you want to complete the ritual, focusing only on yourself and your lover. Give in to what you feel, what you desire. Give in to him and allow all else to be swept away.”
Her words only served to make Katara feel guilty. As temporary as it had been, she hadn’t thought she would be able to reach such a point where she actually forgot about everything completely. It was scary to think that she could be so affected. As the Painted Lady said, it may have been the state of mind she needed to get in to focus entirely on and connect completely with Zuko, but still, it was scary.
“Katara?” Zuko asked, seemingly picking up on her hesitance.
She returned her gaze to his, letting her hand trail down from his hair to cup his cheek. “Don’t stop.”
And she meant it too. And not, much to her shame, to complete the ritual. Her body was on fire, screaming for release after having been aroused to the point of losing all control. She didn’t want to admit it, but she did desire Zuko. She’d remained loyal to Aang, both before and after their wedding, but there weas no denying the attraction, the chemistry, she felt towards him. She’d always pushed it aside and pretended that it wasn’t there though.
But as the Painted Lady had pointed out, attraction was normal and had nothing to do with love, nor was there anything wrong with it as long as one did not act on it when they shouldn’t. Katara, however, was being offered an opportunity, where the circumstances not only allowed her to act on her attraction, but demanded it.
And therein, perhaps, lied the biggest problem. Normal bodily reactions aside, her attraction to Zuko was a real thing and had been so for as long as she could remember. She’d ignored it all this time though, first because he was the enemy, then later because she was with Aang, but the attraction was always there. And now she was being forced to not only acknowledge her attraction, but act upon it. That was what made her feel the most guilty.
But maybe there was a silver lining to all this. Maybe doing this with Zuko would allow her to get it out of her system and put their chemistry to rest so her mouth wouldn’t water at the sight of him anymore. Not to mention she would no longer have to wonder or fantasize how good he was in bed since she would soon know firsthand.
She would just have to deal with whatever post-coitus guilt she felt later. For now, she would let herself enjoy this. And since she had to do this, she could still say that she never willingly betrayed her wedding vows since she never would have done this otherwise. And maybe once he was out of her system, she wouldn’t find herself thinking about him during her sexual fantasies, and maybe he would stop popping up in her sex dreams.
Or he would appear more often. Spirits, she hoped not.
Suddenly, she was pulled out of her thoughts as she once again felt Zuko touch her most intimate area, apparently following her instructions not to stop. She was so wet that his fingers easily slipped back inside her and began exploring, once again reducing her to a series of whimpers. Her inner walls contracted around his fingers as more of her juices flowed, and she felt him feeling around, not just to pleasure her, but actively seeking.
“I can feel you tightening around my fingers,” he told her in a low, husky voice. “But what I really want is to find where you are.”
In her dizzy, lustful state, she wasn’t sure what he meant, and wondered if, perhaps, that it was the Blue Spirit, not Zuko, who was speaking in reference to his mate. But that didn’t make sense. The Painted Lady was currently attached to her soul, not inside her in a sense where he could actively feel her out, and certainly not in there.
But then a flash of white-hot pleasure shot through her as he brushed against a certain spot inside her. Stars flashed before her eyes and her knees buckled as it felt like her blood had been replaced with liquid fire. Zuko clearly took notice of her reaction and sought out the place he had touched her to trigger such a response, and he quickly found it again, causing another hot flash of pleasure to roll over her.
“There you are,” he whispered to her. “I found you.”
Holy Yue. It hadn’t been the Blue Spirit referring to looking for his mate inside her, it had been Zuko seeking out her G-spot. And he had found it. Oh, spirits, had he found it. And now that he had, he attacked it mercilessly. Katara was unable to keep still as she squirmed in his arms, once again fisting his hair and squeezing his length so tightly he groaned.
“Oh, Tui,” she gasped out as her eyes rolled up into her head. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
“I won’t,” Zuko told her. “We won’t.”
“Oh, yes!” the Painted Lady exclaimed in Katara’s head in reference to her mate making it clear that he was involved in this too. “Spirits, yes! Pleasure us! Pleasure us!”
Under different circumstances, Katara would have been embarrassed to point of fainting to know that the Painted Lady was feeling her pleasure, but right now, she was too caught up in ecstasy to feel anything other than pure, joyful bliss. She rode Zuko’s hand as he worked his magic on her. Her hand that had been holding his cock released it and came around to her front, grabbing his hand and pressing it more firmly against her. She could hear the wet, squelching sounds from between her legs as he rapidly thrusted his fingers in and out of her.
Spirits, she was so close. She was right on the edge of an explosive climax, so close she could taste it, and it was going to be a big one Any thoughts to the wrongness that it wasn’t her husband about to give her this mind-blowing orgasm were lost as she stood on the precipice, ready to take the plunge.
“I’m so close!” she gasped out. “So close!”
“Yes,” Zuko practically growled in her ear. “Do it. Cum for me. Cum for us.”
She was going to. The bubble inside her was about to burst. “Yes! Please! Make me cum! Make me cum! I need it! I need to feel it! Oh… We’re cummiiiiiing!”
And she did, the dam bursting and a tidal wave of ecstasy washing over her as she spasmed in his arms. A rush of her fluids bathed his hand as he furiously flicked his finger over her clit. Her mind felt like a broken mess as both her and the Painted Lady had their sanity shattered until they didn’t know which way was up.
And then something completely different happened. Katara suddenly felt as if she and the Painted Lady had been two different fireworks that had been shot off into the sky, only to collide together in the air in a mighty explosion before their fiery remains fell back down as glowing embers mixing together.
Several long moments passed, and eventually, so did her and the Painted Lady’s shared orgasm. Slowly, Katara began to pick up the pieces of her broken mind, and it took some time to separate those pieces from the spirit within her. It was as if they had been two individual china dolls that had been stuck together, only for them to topple over and shatter into a million pieces, making it impossible to distinguish which piece belonged to which china doll, but was able to be properly put back together as they recovered their senses.
“We fell in sync,” the Painted Lady told her, sounding breathless even in her head. “It briefly became impossible for us to tell which of us was which as we truly became one. That’s good, it’s how the ritual is meant to work. With the more progress we make, the more we’ll sync up. This is a good sign that we’re on the right track to completing it.”
Well, that was good, Katara supposed. But still, it had been incredibly intense, a great addition to the already overwhelming sensation of her orgasm. Never had foreplay felt so amazing, and no, it wasn’t due to her bond with the Painted Lady. While she had felt the spirit’s pleasure as her own, she had also been able to distinguish what she herself felt from what the Painted Lady felt. She was aware of what she alone was feeling, but also aware of what the Painted Lady was feeling, and vice versa.
If she had to put it into words, it was akin to dipping one hand in hot water and one hand in cold water. She felt both at the same time, but could also feel the difference between the two temperatures on both hands. That is, until at some point during her orgasm where she and the Painted Lady had truly merged. Following the same analogy, it was the equivalent of the hot and cold water mixing together to become warm water, allowing her to feel both sensations together, like tasting a salty and sweet treat at the same time for a single explosion of flavor.
It was only amplified further by the cycle of shared pleasure bouncing between them, rising it to higher and higher heights until it reached levels beyond comprehension or what the human senses could register, and then taken further due to the Painted Lady’s spiritual senses. And when it finally came to an end and she and the Painted Lady became distinguishable from each other again despite still sharing the same body, the pleasure still remained, leaving her disorientated and drunk on ecstasy until she became coherent enough to pick up the pieces of herself.
For the first time, she thought she understood the true purpose of the Spirit Lover’s Ritual. It was emotional enough to be intimate with your lover and have them bring you pleasure and for you to give them pleasure in return. But to have them bring you to this level of pleasure due to the shared experience with the spirit you were bonded with, it was beyond words. What more, feeling what a spirit felt, being aware of all the things and feeling all the feelings beyond the comprehension of a mortal, only brought forth a whole new, mind-blowing experience Katara had never thought possible.
And this was only the beginning. She and the Painted Lady had only started to sync up. What would it be like when the two of them truly and completely synced up and became one throughout the intimacy? What would it be like when she and Zuko weren’t just intimately touching, but actually making love? What more, what would it be like when she and the Painted Lady synced up with Zuko and the Blue Spirit? Not to mention when they reached the point where the ritual was completed and their souls became one and left an imprint on each other? Katara couldn’t even fathom what it would be like.
Somewhere in the midst of the glow of pleasurable joy, she felt a wave of sadness. This was what Aang had wanted to share with her. Or a taste of it anyway. And now not only would they never be able to share this with each other, she was experiencing it without him, and with another man. The thought brought forth a world of guilt that really put a damper on the euphoria she was feeling.
“I understand your guilt, Katara,” the Painted Lady comforted her sadly, “and you and your husband have my sympathies. It is indeed unfortunate that you find yourself in this predicament, but you must not let your laments interfere with the ritual, or else it will undo all the progress we have made.”
Yes, Katara was aware of that, but what could she do? It’s not like she could turn off her feelings. She was trying not to think of Aang, but she couldn’t help him creeping up into her head during certain moments. Even if she could dismiss her guilt since this was something she had to do, she couldn’t prevent him from popping in her head.
“If it eases your mind,” the spirit continued, “look at it this way. I’m sure you do not wish to betray your husband more than you have to. So if you wish to honor your husband, then see to it that the ritual is completed as quickly as possible so that you may return to him and lay with the Fire Lord as few times as possible. This will, however, mean giving yourself over to him completely and fully enjoying and getting the most out of the experience.”
Katara was dumbfounded by the suggestion. She hadn’t thought about it that way before. She thought that by giving in to the pleasure that she would be dishonoring Aang. Feeling guilty was going to be a given, she knew that, but by letting her guilt hold her back, she would only be prolonging the affair. If the faster she gave in and the more she allowed herself to enjoy things, then the faster she and Zuko could get the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit out of themselves and go back to normal. In a really warped way, it made sense.
So she was going to commit to enjoying cheating on her husband for his own sake? What kind of backwards thinking mental gymnastics was that? It sounded more like she was doing logic loops to justify her actions. Only her actions wouldn’t be ones she would be doing under any other circumstances, and even though the logic sounded ridiculous, she had to admit that the Painted Lady made a point. She had to fully commit to this in order to get her life back in order. And the faster and more sufficiently she did that, the better. She wanted to stay loyal to Aang, and the best way to do that was to be disloyal. By La, what an ironic paradox.
“Do not think about it too much,” the Painted Lady told her. “Just focus on this moment and feel.”
Oh, Katara was feeling alright. Feeling like putty that is, and completely blissed out from her orgasm. It had been so intense that it had caused her to break out in beads of sweat that ran down her body and left her feeling completely drained. But then the moment she thought that, she suddenly felt a surge of energy fill her. She sensed immediately that this energy came from the Painted Lady; the spirit had completely rejuvenated her.
“But of course,” the Painted Lady said, answering her unspoken question. “We’ve got to keep you and the Fire Lord energized. It is another benefit of housing a spirit. We can allow you to go on far longer than you would be able to normally, and with very little sleep. And it will be necessary for the two of you since you are not a couple, as the ritual will likely take much longer than usual to complete.”
Spirits, the implications behind what that meant almost frightened her. She’d heard gossip that Firebenders were not only fierce lovers, but due to all the breathing exercises they did, their stamina, endurance, and recovery time in bed were much greater than that of other men. And if the Blue Spirit could energize Zuko and increase those things even more, then she was going to be in for a very long night. And with the Painted Lady fueling her, she would be right there with him, matching him as a lover.
Suddenly, Katara felt concern grip her. Aang had requested that she and Zuko complete the ritual by morning. While it wasn’t exactly something she had control over, she at least wanted to grant him that courtesy. But the Painted Lady was telling her that the completing ritual would take longer since she and Zuko were not a couple. If that was the case, then she really needed to step things up with him. It was time she stopped holding back. This wasn’t a real affair after all; she wasn’t acting with the intention to cheat, just to complete the ritual. This was all to get back to her husband. Her attraction to Zuko and her enjoyment of what they were doing was irrelevant.
With a new determination, she rose to her full height, having been resting slack in Zuko’s hold until now. Her legs still felt weak, but she managed to turn in his arms. He was watching her with a look of concern, making her wonder just how long she had been slumped over as she had gathered her thoughts and been listening to the spirit inside her.
“Katara, are you ok?” he asked worriedly.
Yes, she reluctantly admitted to herself, she felt utterly fantastic, better than she had ever felt in her entire life in fact. There was guilt, yes, but she pushed it aside as she reminded herself why she was doing this. To complete the ritual, to get back to her husband. And she needed to fully give into her desires for Zuko to do that. Intense arousal and want filled her and had set her body ablaze, and damn it, she was going to give in to it, because that was what was required of her. Nothing else mattered, she would deal with everything else later.
Without a word, she yanked on the tie of his robe to undo it and then reached up and pushed it off his shoulders. His robe fell back and joined hers on the floor, leaving him just as bare as she was. His eyes widened in surprise at her forwardness, but then darkened with desire as he stared at her hungrily. Spirits, the way he was looking at her made her feel like she might combust.
“I’m fine,” she said with heated determination. Then she reached up and grasped the back of his head. “Kiss me.”
She didn’t give him the chance to respond as she took the initiative, pulling him in and mashing their lips together They had barely made contact for a second before Zuko was kissing her back just as fiercely. His hands came up, grasping her cheeks, and they exchanged heated, open-mouth kisses as their tongues explored each other’s wet caverns.
The Painted Lady took some initiative as well, wrapping her arms around Zuko and pressing her up against him, and Katara moaned as her breasts flattened against his hard chest. Zuko let out a growl in her mouth and wrapped his own arms around her, bringing her even closer so she was flush against him, one of his hands settling on her lower back and the other between her shoulder blades. The feel of their naked bodies rubbing against each other made Katara feel drunk and delirious, and she pushed herself even closer so every part of her was in contact with every part of him.
She felt him hot and hard against her stomach, his length trapped between them, and her core throbbed with need. Lifting a leg, she hooked it around his calf so he was pressing up against her quivering center. Zuko briefly broke the kiss with a hiss before capturing her lips again, and his hand on her lower back moved further down to cup her rear, and he began grinding their nether regions together. The Painted Lady was silent within her, but she felt the spirit enjoying this as much as she did.
It seemed that once she had started kissing and touching Zuko that she couldn’t stop. Her hands had begun running all over his body, feeling muscles she’d secretly itched to touch as she devoured his mouth, emitting hungry whimpers as she did so. Her leg around his calf ran up and down his thigh as she attempted to rub herself against him where she was aching and wet. Zuko’s hand on her rear moved to take hold of her leg and hiked it up higher. He then adjusted his hips and briefly pulled her upward, allowing his length to push between the juncture of her legs and press against her weeping nether-lips.
Katara’s lips pulled away from his to let out a gasp, but quickly reattached to his once more. She could feel his hardness rubbing against her slit, and she ground against him, seeking the delicious friction. She felt the Painted Lady briefly take charge of her body, wrapping her arms around Zuko’s neck and unhooking her leg from Zuko’s waist. This kept his length trapped between her legs, the back of his cock pressing against her entrance.
They broke the kiss, panting against each other’s mouths as they rested their foreheads together. At the same time, they looked down between them at their groins pressed up against each other, her brown curls entangled with his black ones. Zuko’s hands shifted to her lower back, and he began moving his hips forward and back. A breathy moan escaped Katara as his cock slid against her slit. She began mimicking his hip movements, rubbing herself against him as well. Each time the head of his cock grazed her slit, it sent a shiver through her. She was so wet, so turned on, she knew that he would be able to easily slide into her.
They kept their foreheads pressed together as they panted loudly, their eyes repeatedly darting up to catch the other’s gaze before dropping back down to watch their hip movements. Katara’s arms rested on his shoulders as she grasped his hair in the back, using her hold on him for leverage as she thrusted her hips at him while Zuko’s own hands remained on her lower back, helping to push and pull her against him. She could feel the start of another orgasm beginning to build, and couldn’t help but wonder if this was how good things were between them now, then how amazing would it feel to actually have him inside her?
“This is so wrong,” Zuko grunted out, even as he proceeded to thrust against her. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you, but, oh, Agni, I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she urged breathlessly, unwilling to backtrack on the progress they had made. “Don’t think about anything else. Just think about me. You feel so good, Zuko.”
At the sound of her saying his name, he let out a growl, and increased the speed of his thrusts. Hissing sounds escaped him as he thrusted harder and faster. He began emitting grunts with every thrust, each one sounding more frustrated than the last, and Katara began letting out soft cries each time their groins slammed together.
Suddenly, Zuko released her and pulled back, and the next thing she knew, Katara was being spun around and was once again facing her reflection. Zuko’s arms immediately wrapped around her, aggressively pulling her more firmly against him. One of his hands came up to roughly grasp her chin as he rested his own on her shoulder and practically growled in her ear.
“It seems your Fire Lord friend needs some more incentive to stop holding back,” he practically snarled, making it very clear that this was the Blue Spirit talking. “Spread your legs.”
“Oh, spirits, do it!” the Painted Lady practically begged in Katara’s head at her mate’s command.
She obeyed. Even without the Painted Lady’s request, it hadn’t even crossed her mind to not do so. Guilt prickled at her conscience, but she shoved it away as she focused on what she was feeling and parted her legs. Zuko took hold of himself and once again inserted his cock between them, then took hold of her hips.
“Now, close your legs,” he commanded. “Squeeze them.”
Katara did as she was told, tightly squeezing her legs together around Zuko’s length as it remained trapped against her slit. Looking at herself in the mirror like this, it almost made it look like she was the one with a cock with the way it poked out between her legs just beneath her triangle of curls.
Then he began moving, pulling his hips back and bringing them forward, just like before, only now from behind her and much more aggressively. Waves of pleasure began sweeping over Katara as he neatly slid against her, and she proceeded to coax his length with her wetness. He kept his hands on her hips, using his hold to move her and thrust more fully against her, and she reached back to grasp his rear as she began moving right along with him, using her hold on him to help pull him against her.
“Oh, my love!” the Painted Lady cried out loud, using Katara’s voice.
Zuko turned his head and spoke directly into her ear. Or, rather, the Blue Spirit did. “It won’t be long, my sweet. Soon I’ll be inside you where I’m meant to be. Just a little longer.”
“Great spirits, please hurry!” his mate responded.
Katara had taken no part in that conversation, but her thoughts echoed that of the spirit’s. She needed to feel Zuko inside her soon, otherwise she was going to go crazy. That was awful for her, a married woman, to want, but she needed it, craved it, as desperately as her next breath. She told herself that this was nothing though. As pleasurable as it was, that wasn’t why she and Zuko were doing this. This was all to complete the ritual and get the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit out of them. The fact that it felt so good was completely irrelevant.
“This young pup is still holding back,” the Blue Spirit practically snarled as Zuko’s hips slapped against her backside. “He needs more encouragement to take what he desires. He’s still clings to his honor, despite what’s required of him.”
“Be patient with them, beloved,” the Painted Lady replied breathlessly. “The situation is complicated. We cannot expect them to embrace it the way actual couples do.”
While this conversation was clearly taking place between the two spirits, Katara was still party to it. But the Blue Spirit’s words suddenly had a profound impact on Katara that brought forth a new bout of guilt as she realized that she had been very inconsiderate of Zuko’s feelings. She had been feeling sorry for Aang for having to allow his wife have sex with another man. She had felt sorry for herself for having to break her marriage vows and guilty for hurting her husband, not to mention having no choice but to enjoy doing it. However, she had given little thought to how Zuko must be feeling in all this.
How must it feel for him to have no choice but to have sex with his best friend’s wife? She knew he desired her, his actions and his words, not to mention the way he looked at her and touched her, were evidence enough for that. But she knew how important honor and being respectful were to him. Despite his attraction to her, she knew he would never do something as dishonorable as to make a move on his best friend’s wife; he respected her and Aang too much for that. So to have no choice but to betray his morals, that must be tearing him up inside. And he must have felt extra guilty, because he did desire her, which likely made him feel like he was dishonorable in acting on his desires, whether he wanted to or not.
How had she not considered any of that? Because she had been too busy feeling sorry for herself and Aang, that’s why. But if anything, Zuko was the biggest victim in this. It had been Aang’s idea to do this ritual, and it had been her who had agreed to go along with it, despite her reservations. That the ritual had gone wrong was indeed unfortunate for them, but they had been willing participants, and so should be held responsible. Zuko, however, had not agreed to any of this. He had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now he was faced with the shame of having no choice but to give in to his desires, no matter how dishonorable he found them to be.
It wasn’t fair, not to any of them, but especially for him, who had played no part in any of this, but still had to feel like he was doing something shameful and have the guilt hang over him. And for some reason, Katara felt the need to, for lack of a better way of putting it, make it worth his while. If he was going to feel like he was doing something dishonorable as sleeping with his best friend’s wife, then she should at least make sure he got as much out of it as possible. Did that make sense, or were these just more of her mental gymnastics?
“You speak the truth,” the Painted Lady told her. “If he is meant to suffer for something he was pulled into, then at least make it worth it for him. Does he not deserve something for having to carry this guilt?”
Katara got the distinct feeling that this was more cajoling from the spirit after having picked up on her thought process and then ran with it. But that didn’t make it any less true. If Zuko was going to be made to feel guilty, then it should be for something to actually feel guilty for. And feeling guilty or not, he too needed to be just as into this as she was in order for the ritual to be completed. This wasn’t just a one-way thing, he had to give himself over to this as much as she did.
Turning her head to him, she made to kiss his cheek, but instead, for reasons she couldn’t explain, and perhaps had even been the Painted Lady’s desire, she licked it instead, tasting the saltiness of his perspiring skin. She had clearly taken him by surprise, as he gave her, rather than her reflection, a wide-eyes look, but then his eyelids fluttered as she crossed her legs, tightening their grip on his cock as it moved in and out of her closed thighs.
“Don’t hold back,” she panted, repeating the same words she had said just before their first kiss. “Do with me what you will. Give me everything. I want you to.”
A look that could only be described as tortured crossed his face. “Damn it, Katara!”
He then rested his forehead on her back and began thrusting against her even more furiously. Katara gasped loudly, her back arching and her head falling back as his cock slipped and slid over her slit. Her fingers dug into his hips as she pulled him into her with every thrust, and his did the same to hers as he pulled her back into him. Her mouth went back and forth between hanging open and clenching her teeth, and she heard Zuko groan against her back as she squeezed her legs around him.
One of his hands suddenly released her hip and roughly grabbed her breast so tightly it was almost painful. He swore colorfully against her back, and she felt a thrill run through her; apparently, she liked it when she made him swear. But the profanity barely registered to her. She was already edging, and only needed a little more of a push to get there.
“Yes!” she cried out. “That’s it! Make! Me! Cum! AHHHH!!!”
Her legs once again gave out, and this time she did crumble to the floor. Zuko’s hold on her kept her from completely toppling over, and she rested on her knees as she leaned back against his legs, her whole body shuddering. Her head fell back to rest on his thigh as her eyes rolled up into her head as she and the Painted Lady’s very beings came together and then shattered apart once more. It lasted longer this time, the two of them sharing and amplifying each other’s orgasm as a single being before coming apart once more as they came back down to Earth.
And as they came back down, awareness of her surroundings settled back in. She became aware that she was resting against his legs, her head flung back against his thighs. And as her eyes flickered open and the stars faded from her vision, she was greeted by the sight of Zuko’s cock just a short distance above her. It protruded over her like a mighty dragon, powerful and throbbing, and Katara felt her cheeks heat at the sight of it.
Not counting children, the only naked man she had ever seen was her husband… and the few times she had accidentally walked in on her brother while he was changing since he didn’t seem to know how to lock a door. That is, until now. And now she found herself unable to look away. She kept her eyes on it as she shifted on her knees and turned around so she was kneeing before him. Somehow, she managed to tear her eyes away from his cock and began running them over the rest of his body.
She had seen him without his shirt before, and she had caught glimpses of his nudity when she had removed his robe, but she hadn’t really gotten time to truly appreciate him in all his naked glory. She was doing it now though, and he was beautiful, the sight of him making her mouth water. Lean but muscular, pale skin glistening with perspiration, his toned and hairless chest. Yes, he was truly a feast for the eyes.
As she looked at him, she couldn’t help but think back to the times she’d seen him training in the past. She’d always thought he looked good, even when he’d been the enemy, even when she had still been angry at him for his betrayal after he had joined their group. And in the darkest part of her mind, she even reluctantly admitted that he was even better looking than her husband.
Her visual exploration paused at the starburst shaped scar on his chest. He’d gotten that for her after having taken the lightning bolt his psychotic sister had fired at her. The sight of the mark where he had been struck sent a wave of affection through her, and before Katara knew what she was doing, she had risen up onto her knees, leaned forward, and placed a kiss to the center of the scar.
She heard him inhale and it brought a smile to her face as she turned her head and nuzzled him, rubbing her cheek affectionately against his scar. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, watching him watch her, and she gave him a smile. This scar wasn’t ugly or unappealing, but a mark of bravery. Just like the one on his face was actually one of honor for standing up for his people and his respect for his father, no matter what Ozai had said about it. But this one that he carried on his chest, it was a permanent reminder of how he had sacrificed himself to save her.
But as wholesome as the moment was, she was soon brought back to the matter at hand as she felt the head of his cock bump against her chest. Pulling back, her gaze returned to it as it stuck out right in front of her face. And as she took in the sight of it, she noted that what she had felt earlier was true, he was definitely bigger than her husband, longer, thicker. Her cheeks filled with heat at the sight of it, knowing that it would soon be inside her, claiming her in a way only one other had. It would be wrong, it would be sinful, and there would be no escaping it.
She should feel ashamed, and she did, but there was a hunger there as well, and her mouth watered as she stared at Zuko’s cock, and she was suddenly overcome with the desire to take him in her mouth. She resisted that desire though, feeling as if it may be pushing a boundary. The Spirit Lover’s Ritual required her to make love to Zuko, but giving him oral pleasure was not a requirement.
“But you desire it,” the Painted Lady told her. “If you do not give into your desires, all of them, then you’re still holding yourself back. Indulge yourself, Katara, completely, find true fulfillment.”
Katara almost wanted to groan. “Isn’t this your desire I’m feeling though?”
“And yours as well, Katara. That is why you need to do it.”
She resisted the urge to sigh. So even in this she was being meant to betray Aang. And damn it, why did the act, not the betrayal, but the act, feel so appealing?
“Can you do it for me?” she asked. If she allowed the Painted Lady to take over, then she could enjoy the experience but still say that she herself didn’t do it. It was a technicality, and it would still qualify as her holding back, but she felt like it would be a small win for her loyalty to Aang.
She felt the Painted Lady contemplate before she answered. “I think it would be better if you do it, Katara. You’ve been doing so well letting go and giving in, don’t backtrack now. Take what you desire.”
Katara wanted to groan, but reluctantly admitted that she was right. And if this was something she wanted to do, if she made the Painted Lady do it for her, wouldn’t she just need to do it herself again later to fulfill her desire? Part of the ritual was about finding complete satisfaction and fulfillment, right?
Don’t think about it, she told herself. Don’t think at all. She just had to act natural, take what she wanted and enjoy it. Just take the plunge and dive right in. Find gratification.
Taking a deep breath, she brought her hand up and took hold of him. It was so hot it almost felt as if it burned her hand. She felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment although she didn’t know why since she had already held it. Well, technically that had been the Painted Lady, but he had already made her cum with it by rubbing it against her slit, so simply touching it with her hand shouldn’t make her feel so shy, and it wasn’t like she was a stranger to this action.
Cheeks still burning, she began pumping his cock. Her juices still coated it, making her hold slicker and her motions smoother. Zuko let out a groan as her hand ran from the base to his head and back again, and he closed his eyes in delight.
As she continued to pump him, a clear bead of liquid gathered at the tip of his cock, and Katara’s eyes became fixated on it. More liquid gathered as she continued to jerk him, and she caught herself lightly licking her lips as she wondered about his taste. The thought of it felt… fulfilling. Her eyes darted up to Zuko’s closed ones before returning to his cock, and she once again told herself to not think so much and just go for what she wanted.
Slipping out her tongue, she gave the tip of his cock a small lick, lapping up the gathered pre-cum. His salty taste exploded on her tongue, and she heard him let out a surprised gasp. She looked back up at him and saw that his eyes were now open as he stared at her in astonishment. Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated her doing something like this. Heat filled her cheeks and she gave him a shy smile before returning her attention to his cock once more and slowly parted her lips.
“Katara, wait,” he said quickly, grabbing her head to stop her, and she looked back up at him questioningly. “You don’t have to do that.” Then a look crossed his face that suggested that he was listening to someone, followed by a look of annoyance. “No, not if she doesn’t want to…” He fell silent for a moment, then looked even more annoyed as he lowered his voice to a near-whisper. “I don’t care, I’m not going to make her do anything she’s uncomfortable with; it's bad enough she has to do this ritual already.”
He was arguing with the Blue Spirit, she realized. Even now he was thinking more about her. The thought sent a wave of affection for him through her, and, strangely, it only made her want to do this even more.
Keeping her eyes on him, she didn’t hesitate any further. Gripping the base of his cock, she leaned in and closed her lips over his head. Zuko swore, throwing back his head and hissing at the ceiling. She began sucking on his cock head, tasting a combination of him and the traces of her wetness still coating his length. She ran her tongue over and around him, swirling it around his head, keeping her eyes on him as she did so, watching as he breathed heavily up at the ceiling, and then took him in deeper.
Zuko groaned as she took in as much of him as she could before pulling back. Her lips glided smoothly over his length until they reached his head, and then she took him in once more. Her saliva replaced her wetness on his length as she bobbed her head, sucking and running her tongue along it as she did so. Zuko’s hands remained on her head as she worked him, gently massaging her scalp. Her hand gripping his base began sliding over the portion her lips weren’t gliding over.
She was enjoying this more than she should, she knew that, but she pushed the thought aside before the Painted Lady felt the need to remind her that she should be enjoying this. But as she continued to orally pleasure him, what the spirit did do was take control of her other hand and bring it between her legs. There, she inserted her fingers into herself, pleasuring her as she pleasured Zuko. Her eyes slid closed and she moaned around his cock, listening to the delighted sounds he was making.
After a minute or two of this, the Painted Lady ceased what she was doing, Katara wanted to whimper at the lack of stimulation she was receiving, but sensed that the Painted Lady wanted her to do it on her own. Katara didn’t resist and began sliding her fingers in and out of herself without the spirit’s assistance. She let out another moan around Zuko’s cock and attempted to take in more of him, swallowing down his length until she felt him hitting the back of her throat every time she took him in.
“Agni, Katara!” Zuko cried out, and gripped her head. Katara just mumbled around him in response and sucked even harder. His fingers tangled in her hair as much as they could with her hair in her braid as he assisted her movements, pushing and pulling on her head. Katara felt that he was struggling to maintain control of himself, and the thought sent her arousal spiking. She very much found the idea of making him lose control to be very appealing.
She didn’t know how long she orally pleasured him, but it was long enough for her jaw to begin to get soar. She found that she didn’t want to stop though and attempted to take in even more of him. She swallowed down more of his length, and felt him begin to work his way down into her throat, and she had to resist her body’s reflex to gag. She’d never taken in this much with her husband; Aang was by no means small, but he had nothing on Zuko.
Bringing up her arms, she practically hugged his waist as she took handfuls of his ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. Somehow, she managed to swallow him down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and her lips were closed around the base of his cock. There she held herself, sucking furiously at his length while swallowing what was in her throat.
Zuko groaned, almost squeezing her head as her throat muscles contracted around him. She held it as long as she could until the need for air became too great, and then she pulled off him. A few deep breaths later though, and she was gulping him down to the root once more. This became her new method of orally pleasuring him, and she repeated the process again and again until she felt his fingers dig into her scalp.
“K-Katara…” he grumbled. “I’m about to…”
He almost sounded weak as he spoke, and the thought that she had made Zuko weak sent an erotic thrill through her. Despite his warning, she gulped him down as far as physically possible, burying her face into his crotch and squeezing his ass cheeks, sucking for all she was worth and humming in the back of her throat.
A coughing, gasping sound escaped Zuko that was accompanied by a small shower of embers that flew from his mouth. He gripped her head almost violently and shoved her face into his crotch even more while thrusting forward. And suddenly, she felt it. His sac seemed to shrink against her chin as his balls emptied themselves, and she felt his shaft start to pulse in her mouth. A moment later, she felt his molten hot, velvety seed splash against the inside of her throat as he shot his load straight down her esophagus.
By the time the last traces of his seed escaped him, Katara was practically starved for oxygen. And when he began to grown soft and he finally released her, she pulled all the way off him and began gasping for air. Zuko fell bent over, hands on his knees as he too breathed heavily, albeit for a different reason. And once Katara took several mouthfuls of air, she looked up at him, still huffing and puffing. Zuko’s eyes were closed, but as if he sensed her gaze, they slid open and looked at her.
The hunger she saw in them was somehow even greater than before, and he looked as if he was on the verge of devouring her. That look sent Katara’s arousal soaring to new heights, both at the knowledge of how she had reduced him to such a state with her oral skills and his blatant desire for her. If she were honest, the look he was giving her was so intense it almost frightened her.
Then, out of her peripheral vision, she caught a movement with her eyes. Her gaze dropped down to between his legs to his semi-flaccid cock, and she saw it immediately become hard once more. He hadn’t fully even grown soft before it had grown back to its full length. Her eyes returned to Zuko, and she saw confusion in his gaze as well. Then she suddenly remembered what the Painted Lady had said about them being able to rejuvenate their stamina and speed up their recovery. She couldn’t believe it, but the Blue Spirit had immediately restored Zuko’s hardness before he had even completely softened.
The momentary confusion in his eyes only lasted a moment though before they grew dark with desire once more. The next thing Katara knew, he reached down and scooped her up bridal style with little to no effort. Katara let out a startled cry and her arms reflexively went around his neck to hold on. After her initial surprise though, she found his actions to be rather exciting.
“I can’t wait any longer, my love,” Zuko, or rather, the Blue Spirit growled out, based on his use of the term ‘my love’. “I need you right now.”

(A/N: So, good for them? Bad for them? They're making progress in completing the ritual, but in doing so are feeling really bad about it. Quite the dilemma. And now the foreplay is over and it's time to get to the main event. And if foreplay has been this intense, what is the act itself going to be like. If you're still eager for more, I'll have the next update next week. And yes, it WILL be on Wednesday. This chapter was just a day late because FFN was having problems for some people, and I was one of the ones who couldn't get onto the site.)
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