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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Katara closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. She didn’t want to be looking in his eyes as he pushed into her. There were times she could stomach it and pretend it wasn’t rape but after all she seen today wouldn’t be one of them.
She shifted as Zuko’s hands slid around her thighs down to her ankles which he hooked behind his back. His calluses sent unwanted tingles up her spine as he slid them back up and pulled her closer, not up onto his erection just closer so they were sitting sex to sex. After several minutes Katara angled her head to look at him. He was hard and she couldn’t deny being wet but he was making no effort to penetrate her.
Zuko spoke as though he were reading her thoughts, “I won’t unless you give me permission. I want to give myself to you but I want you to want it as much as I do. As long as you’re not hurting I’m happy holding you just like this.”
She hated when he did that; acted as though he was sincere about the words he was speaking. She laid her head on his shoulder. How could she say yes to that? She was about to close her eyes when her gaze landed on a hair thin scab on his neck. Chu-hua had cut him just as she had cut her. The cut on Zuko’s neck was shorter than the one she had given her but it was a sword cut just the same. She had thought he was lying when he said Chu-hua was the one person he could not protect her from. If Chu-hua was willing to do that to her own cousin and the crown prince of her nation, Katara knew she would make good on her promise to hurt Sokka and Aang. Their safety depended on his happiness; his happiness depended on whether or not she fucked him. She caressed the side of his cheek to turn his head towards her so he would see her nodding.
Zuko brought his hand up to cradle hers against his cheek and turned to kiss her palm. His other hand lifted her head so she was fully facing him. He kissed her lips and said something she couldn’t understand in Fire Nation but still made no move towards actual penetration.
Zuko allowed his forehead and lips to rest against hers inhaling as she exhaled so they were sharing each other’s breath. He bit his lip until he tasted blood then gave her a kiss. As he pulled back he took her lip into his and bit it. Katara jumped making his teeth go deeper than he intended but he simply pulled it back into his mouth and sucked it. She put her left hand against his chest to push him away but his hand closed over hers and positioned it over his heart as he deepened the kiss.
Zuko’s hand was impossibly warm as it skimmed along her aside and came to rest over her breast. Katara thought he was merely feeling her up then she realized his hand was over her left breast; over her heart. She looked up at him and he lifted her left hand to his mouth.
“Your hand will be the only one feeds me and my hand will always provide for you. I will be the only man to know your flesh just as you will be the only woman to know mine. I will be the only man breach your body. You will be the only woman to breach my heart. My tongue will be the only one to taste your phoenix and your name will be the only one to cross my lips. You are mine; I will protect you with my strength, my honor and my fire. You are mine to comfort mentally, physically and emotionally just as you comfort me. You are and forever will be my everything; I vow give my all to you in return. I belong to you as you belong to me,” Zuko rasped huskily before taking the finger next to her pinky into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around the ring on her finger then hooked his tongue behind it to wriggle it back and forth. She didn’t miss the symbolism of the movement. Zuko slowly withdrew her finger from his mouth drying his spit with his breath before placing it back on his chest. Zuko’s lips brushed against hers as he asked, “Can I love you my princess?”
He waited until Katara’s lips were no longer sliding vertically against his in silent permission to reach between their bodies and press the tip of his penis against her opening, “Are you sure?”
Katara nodded again. She laid her head on his shoulder and gasped as he breached her. Zuko wrapped his arms around her body. He placed his hands over her reddened shoulder blades and held her tightly as he panted against her neck. He was inside of her but he wasn’t moving. Katara raised her head to look at him again and he said something in Fire Nation before pressing his lips against hers.
In between brief gentle kisses he would repeat the same phrase. As the kisses grew longer and deeper the prince continued to whisper, speaking those words into her mouth before once again stealing her breath. Katara closed her eyes as she worked her tongue against his. She could do this, she could kiss him, she could fuck him, but she could not bear to look at him.
Normally when he was on top of her his eyes were filled with lust and passion; this gaze was equally heated but filled with tenderness and something she was afraid to acknowledge. He often looked at her like that when they were just talking and she’d blush in spite of herself while feeling her insides getting warm. She couldn’t feel that way while he was inside of her especially after what he just did. She’d be a fool to delude herself into thinking she was actually cared for by the prince of the Fire Nation.
Zuko continued to nuzzle Katara’s face with his; he could tell she didn’t want him inside her even thought her tight phoenix was dripping wet. As much as he wanted to have her, he knew he couldn’t, not yet. He continued to breathe slowly and deeply as the wings of her phoenix fluttered around his dragon. His tongue circled the shell of her ear and he whispered in Fire Nation against it before taking the lobe between his teeth.
After reddening her ear he bit his own lip before moving down to her neck, making the love bite he’d given her larger and darker. He broke her skin mixing their blood as he sucked it. He lowered his lips to her breast and took turns sucking and tweaking each nipple as Katara wound her fingers in his hair as she slowly began to move on top of him. He added more suction and pressure as she arched her back forcing her caramel mounds deeper into his mouth and pressing her nails into his scalp. He could feel her tightening around him so he flicked his tongue across the plumped raisin in his mouth while twisting the other. They both swore as she came apart.
Zuko continued to play with her breasts letting her completely ride out her orgasm before whimpering, “Can I love you my princess? My sweet beautiful princess, can I give you my everything?”
It was only after she said yes did she feel the cock buried deep inside her begin moving. Katara cried out in pleasure, confusion and self-hatred as she realized Zuko had been completely still until that moment. The orgasm she just had was solely because she had ridden him. She came on his whale rib without any assistance; because it was large and hard and filled her in a way her fingers or water would never be able to.

Zuko’s hands settled on Katara’s hips, guiding her to him as he slowly rocked forward, keeping her in place and taking her with him as he retreated making sure their bodies never lost contact. His pace was more leisurely than the one she had set as he wanted to take his time and enjoy her. He paused remembering what she had said earlier about the worse part of being raped was after it was over and she was left with an unwanted man’s less wanted semen inside of her. He opened his eyes to gauge her expression vowing to stop and use his hand to finish himself if he saw tears.
He didn’t. Katara’s eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted and she appeared to be at peace but he decided to ask and be sure, “Katara, my love, am I hurting you?”
She shook her head, her eyes never opened and the rhythmic undulations she was making never ceased.
Zuko’s voice trembled with dread and emotion making the “My love, do you want me to stop?” sound more like a warble than a question.
“Uh-uhm,” she moaned opening her eyes shaking her head once more.
Zuko almost came when he saw the need in her expression. He caressed her cheek and kissed her while looking deeply inside them. Agni himself would never be able to comprehend how much he loved this woman. He slid his right hand across her back to hold her left hip while his right slid down to her left shoulder blade as Katara’s arms wrapped around his body so each hand was holding the opposite shoulder.
He pulled her lower lip into his mouth and sucked while she did the same to his upper. They let go simultaneously and laid their head on the others shoulders. He bit down on her neck and dug his nails into her hips when he once again felt her walls constricting around him as he tried to delay his own orgasm. It was for naught as her teeth clamped down on his neck and her nails clawed his shoulders in the same moment. He felt impossibly hot as the sensation of her teeth and nails sinking into his flesh sent lightning racing to his groin. His hips jerked and Katara bit down harder causing him to do the same as he lost himself inside of her.
Zuko continued to hold Katara once again whispering sincere words of devotion long after the quivering of her phoenix’s wings had thoroughly milked his dragon. His heart pounded and in between ragged vows he struggled to catch his breath. Katara had to be his fated woman; they had just performed the union of dragon and phoenix in perfect unison and she wasn’t even Fire Nation.
There was no way for her to know the traditional Fire Nation wedding ritual that mimicked the mating of Agni’s most perfect creations including the biting and scratching of the fanged and clawed creatures. There was no way she could have known to bite and scratch him at the moment they peaked as he did the same to her. It was rare the two of them even came together and it happened the first time he performed the most high wife on her. That too was once part of the wedding ritual.
Last night when he woke to find her riding him he could see the constellation of Ursa Major through the open window behind them. Today was his mother’s birthday. Tonight was the first time Katara had accepted his everything and allowed him to truly make love to her. This had to be a sign from her that he had been praying for. Katara’s eyes were closed, she was not crying; her arms and legs were still around him and her head rested peacefully on his shoulder.
He brought his lips to her ears and asked the spirits to bless their union then muttered the blessings all men said over their new wives before once again repeating the traditional marriage vow to her. Her lips turned upwards and she smiled slightly as she shifted in his lap but made no move to get up. He didn’t for one moment think his mother approved of the things he had done to her but maybe it was proof that like his father she too was willing to accept her as a daughter.

Katara was confused. She didn’t want Zuko or his pollutants inside of her but she also didn’t want to get up. For the first time since the battle she felt safe even though she had just been raped and was still in the arms of her rapist. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly mentally chastising herself. She couldn’t call him her rapist or what he did to her as rape. She told him she wouldn’t fight in exchange for protection for Aang and Sokka. She had given him her permission twice before he breached and again before he started to move inside her.
He was her patron and she his whore but that still didn’t explain why it felt so damn good having his whale rib inside her. She looked upwards to the sky to ask the moon for guidance but her back was to the window. She sat up a little straighter shifting to get a better look at Zuko. There were no torches lit in the room but his pale skin seemed to glow. Even though she couldn’t be seen Yue had given her the answer.
She smiled after deciding to blame Mu. His interference was the reason the slow roll of Zuko’s hips brought her to the brink of pleasure and kept her there for longer than she thought was possible before repeatedly sending her tumbling over. She hadn’t eaten much today; she was still under the horny weed’s influence. She fell asleep before she could think of a logical reason she was contentedly sitting in Zuko’s lap instead of running to remove all traces he had ever touched her.
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