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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 217
Katara was changing clothes when Zuko called her name. Her head hurt, her heart hurt, her body and mind felt heavy. She didn’t sleep well or much the previous nights; all she wanted to do was lie down and close her eyes. She was without, shoes, socks or pants when she padded over to him.
“Thank you, I never would have gotten to read this without you,” Zuko said as pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “How did you know to do that?”
“Fire Lord Ozai told me that your maternal grandmother was not happy once she saw the pictures your mother drew of his demise and how she responded to his affections. She forced Princess Ursa to reply to his letters and would monitor what she had written to ensure they contained the proper respect for a prince. Your mother coded and phrased them so when folded they revealed her true feelings for him. It was something he was certain she had taught to the two of you,” Katara explained as she laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
“He carries the letter in which she first confessed to love him in a pocket over his heart,” She said reaching beneath his shirt to make began lazy circles on his lower back as he started to knead her calves, thighs, back, buttocks, neck and arms.
Several minutes later his lips brushed against hers. Relaxed and thinking this was one of the times the prince only wanted affection, Katara responded to his advances. The hand between her legs undoing the knot of her underwraps and fingers probing her entrance brought an abrupt end to her complacency. She jerked but after being bitten so many times last night she wasn’t sure if that was the reason she felt the teeth gently nibbling at her neck break skin.
Katara attempted to pull away, inadvertently giving him the space necessary to push his fingers completely inside her.
“You’re wet,” the prince moaned against her neck as his other hand reached between them and began undoing the closures on his pants.
“Zuko, wait, stop,” she protested as he withdrew his fingers to make room to put another part of his anatomy inside her. “Zuko, wait. Please wait.”
“Can’t,” He mumbled against her mouth. One hand fisted the back of her hair holding her head in place as he used his lips to muffle her sounds while his tongue slipped into her mouth to garble her words.
She bit down harder than she intended as he pushed the full length of his penis inside her vagina. Her teeth caught both their lips but Zuko wasn’t discouraged; without pause he began thrusting. He continued to kiss her even as their mouths filled with the coppery taste of their shared blood. His fingers dug into her skin finding the gaps in the fabric girding her hips as he used them to guide her movements against him.
Katara’s nails dug into his shoulder and scalp vainly to get her mouth away long enough to take a breath. She opened her eyes and quickly shuttered them to avoid seeing more of him.
Her mouth emptied and the pressure against it decreased as Zuko’s oral assault relented just enough for him rasp, “Look at me.”
Like a fool she obeyed.
Katara saw just what each scrape of teeth against lips, nails sinking into skin, and shift of her hips did to him. There was so much heat and passion in his eyes she felt herself getting lost in its intensity. She closed her eyes but it was too late to regain her senses, to stop what was happening but that did not stop her from trying. She brought her hands to his shoulders and raked her nails down his chest leaving four parallel claw marks in their wake as she renewed her struggles to get away.
She snapped at his lips again and this time he let go, allowing his head to drop to her chest. His mouth latched onto the upper portion of her left breast and he began enlarging the mark he’d left the night before. She bit his forehead then clamped down on the shell of his right ear making him push faster and deeper inside her.
She screamed.
Her fingers found a different portion of sweaty skin, pinching as they scrabbled for purchase. Her back arched as his mouth nibbled bit and sucked its way back to hers. She headbutted him and he growled. His fingers dug into her shoulders and he began slamming her down into his lap as he thrust upwards. His mouth crashed into hers roughly and she came again.
Zuko’s hands slid down her shoulders scratching her back as she moaned and writhed on top on him. Her feet curled against his knees and her thighs tightened around his torso as her whole body drew in on itself, tensing as she gave into the orgasm. The arch of her back pushed her breasts into his face. He took the opportunity to yank off her shirt and partially expose them by pushing down her bindings. Once a suitable portion was revealed he squeezed them together and sucked both her nipples. She relaxed completely then tensed more strongly around him.
Without letting go of her breast Zuko lifted his head to look up at her. Her neck was exposed, her head and shoulders were tossed back, her hands were on his shoulders giving her arms the appearance of the upper portion of wings, while her knees formed the lower. Katara, his perfect phoenix was dying. She was coming and so fucking tight around him.
This time Zuko let go and allowing himself to take the pleasurable death with her. He moaned her name as their mutual journey into spirit world cleared his thoughts of all but her. He slowly drifted back to reality as her final tremors milked the last drops of his semen from him. Katara was crying as he whispered reassurances, caressed her cheek and turned her face toward him.
He spoke to her in between gentle kisses, “You are mine, Katara. My beloved beautiful Katara you are mine. Nothing can break our bond. You are the woman chosen by Agni and put on this earth for me as I am the man put on this earth for you. I am the only man who will breathe life into your dying phoenix and you are the only woman who will give life to my sleeping dragon. You are mine. You belong to me as I belong to you. I swear before Agni I will die before I let go of you.”

Katara couldn’t tell if Zuko was speaking in Fire Nation or the common language. His accent became thicker and more heavily pronounced when he was sleepy or aroused. The only words she understood were mine and Agni which he repeated with a forcefulness that scared her. She did not resist when Zuko lifted her and carried her to the bed. He completely undid her wrappings and breast bindings then laid her on her stomach. She was expecting him to force her again not to feel the odd distribution of weight as he lay on top of her and placed his head between her shoulders. Zuko slid his arms beneath her body and held her until she stopped crying.
Carefully, he raised himself off of her then retrieved the letter he’d left on the couch. He sat on the bed next to her, read it twice more then began kissing her reddened shoulder blades. His fingers skimmed her back, arms, neck and thighs as his mouth moved gently over her skin, adding to the love marks he’d given her and extending them until they truly looked like wings.
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