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Desire	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 41748 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Desire

Chapter 3

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Katara honestly had not expected him to give her any pleasure, she mused as she was forced onto her feet. She felt as if she might fall down, for she felt rather weak-kneed and wobbly. But his grip on her arm remained firm, and she started to close up her robe with her free hand, holding onto whatever modesty and dignity that she could.

"All I wish� is to feel the warmth of your body. And you will give it to me, Waterbender. I will make it feel good for you, like I did before� if you be a good girl. Can you do that?"

"But why me? You do not even know me�" Katara replied hesitantly, "I thought that the Water Tribe was... inferior to you."

"You are beautiful... I wish to have you�" he purred as he pulled her closer, nuzzling against her neck. She paused at his words, looking at him with a little fear, but more confusion at his gentle words and actions. Why wasn�t he knocking her around for her defiance, violating her as she heard he liked to do?
With his free hand, he jerked her robe open, frowning at her slightly for her small act of defiance.

"You will hide nothing from me." he growled, before he lowered his head, to suck at her neck and shoulder. She gave out a low groan, feeling his heated breath on his flesh, and his grip on her other shoulder to keep her from pulling back.
Usually, he just saw women as conquests, something to stick his manhood in for relief. But this one� she had such a nice scent, without the perfume, and he loved the color of her skin, so warm and inviting, instead of the pale and cold skin of Fire Nation courtesans. Her eyes, such a lovely shade of blue, and her plump nether lips demanded that he play with them. He would, later. Right now, his manhood throbbed needily, and he would have his satisfaction.
Keeping a firm grip on her, his head lowered again, to kiss the top of her breasts as he pressed his face against them. She stared down at him, shivering a little as he showed obvious pleasure in what he was doing. How could he be so gruff and brutal one moment, and gentle the next?
Without warning, she found herself suddenly scooped up in his arms. He was so strong, and she could feel the hard muscles on his chest and arms. If anything, she seemed to weight naught but a feather to him, and she was still for several moments, slightly dazed by the entire turn of events as he carried her to the large and inviting bed.
He dumped her onto it, and she was shocked at how comfortable the bed was. The thick mattress was soft, but not overly so, with a firmness underneath it that provided strength to the softness, and comfort to the sleeper. The thick comforter was satin, red satin with gold threading, and pillows of various sizes covered with exotic materials adorned the head of the bed. What a far cry this was, from the simple cot, with its single linen-clad pillow and sheets, with a thin red cotton blanket on top, that she had been sleeping in for over a year.
As his arms slid from her body, he went about on sliding her robe off her body, and she snapped to, trying to pull it back from him. She knew what he would do next, and had no desire to be taken by the Lord of the Fire Nation, a man who did not care about the dignity or sanctity of her body. But his motions were hard and rough in response to her defiance, and her robe was cast aside soon enough, tossed aside onto the carpet.

"Please!" she cried out softly as his eyes moved along her body. She covered herself the best she could, with one arm across her breasts and her other hand at her womanhood, "It would be shameful for me to give myself to the man who destroyed my people..."

"Sozin destroyed the Air Nomads. I conquered your people. Be grateful that you�re alive."

"Not if I have to serve you!" she spat out. His eyes narrowed, and she yelped as a firm smack was given to the outside of her thigh, and she jerked away.

"I am your Lord now. You will do as I say. You will submit to me. You are my subject, and slave to my every whim." Fire Lord Zhao whispered, trailing his fingers along her thigh, where he had slapped her.
She shuddered as his fingers trailed up to her nether lips, and a tear slid down her cheek. She felt ashamed, and wished she would die on the spot, regardless of the fact that his gentle touch felt good. That one fact made her feel even more ashamed.
Zhao smirked as he noted her reaction, and he ran a finger along her plump nether lips. She was so lovely. It was a good thing he had not decided to exterminate the entire population. He was not stupid, and knew that Waterbending was valuable and necessary, Katara�s healing abilities were proof of that She was a rare treasure, and he intended on making good use of her. He parted her legs a few inches more for a better view and she whimpered, looking away.

"Please, let me keep my dignity." she asked, making one final plea. He ignored this for a moment, spreading her further.

"Be a good girl, and you will like it." the Fire Lord replied with a growl. He was well endowed, but she was very wet as he had not cleaned her up from her orgasm. It would help both of them, but if she did not relax, it would hurt, lubrication or not.
She started to shiver almost violently as he started to disrobe from his formal robes. He was imposing enough in them, but even without the regal attire, he still had a presence. The silk slid off his body one by one � his formal robes, his under robe, his boots, his pants... which showed a sizeable bulge, then his fundoshi and, then�
She blushed and looked away again, before he removed his underwear. He slipped it off, and slapped her thigh again.

"Look upon me." Zhao growled lowly. When she did not, he growled more firmly, "Your Lord wishes it to be so. Look upon me, upon your master."
Katara started to shake her head a little. Why was it so important she look? And even now, she held onto a bit of her defiance. Let him take her. At least she wouldn�t subject herself to the sight of what would violate her.
He took note of this. He had no desire to slap her, or cuff her into looking at him, as he might have done to other women. Reaching out with a firm hand, he cupped her chin and tilted her face, turning it to him.

"Open your eyes. Now." His voice was so commanding, that she did as she asked, her blue eyes falling upon his face, broad shoulders, and well muscled chest. He was without a doubt, a very good-looking man, with a broad chest and shoulders, and his biceps bulged. She blushed hard and swallowed when she saw what he wanted her to see. It was so... big and fierce looking, emerging from a thick thatch of dark gray hair. She was immensely afraid of it, her fear increasing as she saw how thick and engorged it looked. On reflex, she looked away again.

"Eyes on me. Now." Zhao ordered. Tremblingly, she obeyed. He saw the fear and apprehension in her eyes, and smirked. He wanted her, and everyone else to have some fear of him. But too much fear at this moment, would only cause her to be tense, and not pliant to his attentions.
His hands slid along her arms before he lifted them over her head with one hand and pinned her wrists down, in case she tried to hit him when he penetrated her. The hand not occupied with restraining her slid down her arm, along her face, to her throat and then to her breasts, where he squeezed one firmly. She whimpered in fear when she felt his erection nudge against her slit.
Zhao narrowed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and she wiggled, feeling his sideburns graze her shoulder. He was heavy, so there was no way she could push him off, even if her hands were free, and her heart pounded in terror. Anything but this, anything!
Her deflowering had been supposed to be on her wedding night, or at least with someone she cared for very deeply.

"Please don�t hurt me�" she whimpered, trying to tug her wrists free.

"Be a good girl. And relax. Stop struggling." Zhao growled against her throat before pressing his face against the dark flesh, running his lips along her pulse. He lowered his hips, his hand sliding down lower to her nether regions, fingering her labia as he spread them open. A fresh surge of pleasure ran through him as he felt her vagina and how wet and plump it was.
She tensed, trying to shut his voice, touch and presence out. Perhaps she could imagine he was someone else. The Avatar. Haru. Even Jet. Damnit. It wasn�t working; for his body was like fire against hers, and she whined out, arching in an attempt to push him off.

"Hush..." Zhao whispered as he slid the head of his thick manhood in, feeling her clench in a attempt to expel him. She was so tight around him, even he was surprised at how tight she was able to clench. How lovely that would feel, when he was fully sheathed within her.
Her eyes were wide with fear, and she found herself unable to look away from him, from his dark amber gaze as he smirked down at her. She could feel the swollen head of his organ inside of her, and she hated the feeling. He was so big, too big! His smirk was that of triumph, and she still was unable to look away. His hated gaze held her and riveted her to the spot, but it provided her a small distraction when, in one hard and fast thrust, he speared her completely.
She let out a shriek when she felt the searing pain that emanated from her nether regions, and buckled against him involuntarily, in a frantic attempt to get him off, and out of her.

"Stop screaming." Zhao uttered with a soft growl. She obeyed, breaking down into a soft whimper, as she felt the throbbing pain. She would have clawed his eyes out, but her hands were pinned down, and she moaned, squirming around as the pain subsided slightly.
Katara exhaled slowly, for she had been holding her breath, and she felt his hot breath against her neck. His breath did not stink, but it was so hot. Like fire. Everything about him was like fire. She writhed, crying out again when he began to thrust, which only brought about fresh surges of pain.

"No! Stop this! Go away!"

"No, I will not stop this, and I will not go away. You belong to me. I am Lord. I shall do as I please."
The Waterbender closed her eyes tightly, feeling tears sting them as he continued his violation, shuddering with each painful thrust.

"Do not cry. Relax." Zhao murmured as he looked down at her, seeing the pain she was in. His own pleasure was more important to him, but she was so tense and stiff. He wanted her to be pliant.

"It hurts...I-it hurts, Lord..."

"Relax. Shh. I don't want it to hurt..." Zhao whispered, continuing his slow thrusting. Spirits above, she was so tight! Still wary that she might try to claw at him, he continued holding her hands down, his hips moving firmly as he savored her body, and her scent as he buried his face against her throat again.
Soon enough, her walls loosened around him a bit as she relaxed, and her crying ceased. He smirked to himself, and thrust a little manhood thrust into her, the pain subsiding bit by bit, only to be replaced by another sensation. Pleasure? Although she would never admit that, her body admitted it where her voice would not. His thrusts were firm but slow, rather than violent as she had expected.
It seemed that he was taking his time to savor her tightness. Now that she was more relaxed and not so wired, she was able to turn her face away, shuddering a bit as his thrusts grew firmer. His movements were not violent per se, but they became rougher as his ardor increased, and he started to make very soft grunting noises. She had long since given up trying to free her hands, so she kept her eyes closed, her body relaxed. She noticed that by relaxing, it hurt a lot less, and her body swayed up and down with each penetration he made.
Each jab into her flesh was deep. He wasted no opportunity to feel her flesh around his and would pull out so that only the head of his erection remained, before sheathing himself completely with a firm thrust. She was relaxed, her body more pliant. Deciding to chance it, he lifted his hand away from her wrists, for he would need both hands to become truly fierce. Her arms moved slightly, her hands coming closer to her head, but she did not claw at him.
Placing his hands on the bed, his fingers digging into the thick comforter, his thrusts became firmer. Her lovely breasts jiggled, and he watched the dark nipples dance as she groaned softly, her face still averted.

"Look at me." he rumbled softly, punctuating his statement with a hard thrust. She squeaked a bit, and did as he asked, opening her eyes and looking up at him. He smirked down at her knowingly, as he noted the blush on her face. Not too long ago, her body had started moving against his. The gyration of her hips had been slight at first, and he had not noticed it.
It gave him no small amount of satisfaction that she was now responding to him. He had conquered her, and she would know it soon, if she had not already. A soft growl escaped his lips as he pumped more firmly, his heavy sac making soft smacking noises against her perineum as he felt her tight walls clench around him.
His growls only added to his strength, so it seemed, as she was plunged into over and over. She felt her body being thrust into the bed, her breasts jiggling wildly under his animalistic thrusts as he plunged into her. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be sore the next day, and she dreaded seeing what was between her legs when she would clean herself up. It had hurt so much at first that she was certain she had bled. His eyes blazed almost demonically, his teeth bared as his thrusts became violent. Yet, she could not help but respond, her hips moving against his, his sizeable erection providing delicious friction against a inner spot of pleasure deep within.
She was trying to deny it, trying so hard to ignore the ripples of pleasure that passed through her lithe frame under his firm treatment. Why should his attentions make her feel good? She hated him!
A loud snarl jarred her out of her thoughts. He was being rough now, thrusting into her in what could only be described as a fierce or brutal manner. And she could not help but move against him � half in an attempt to flee, and half in an attempt to bring relief from the pressure between her legs. Thrusting against him felt good, and she noticed that he seemed rather pleased about it. She was too lost in her own pleasure to be angry about it. He was his element personified � fierce, all consuming.
His need was primal and heated, and when he hit his release, she cried out. His seed felt almost like fire, coating her insides liberally as he continued thrusting within her. Baring his teeth in a snarl, he lowered his head without warning, clamping his teeth down on her shoulder.
She screamed and clawed at his back, trying to get him off. He seemed to not notice, and continued his fierce motions, releasing a few more spurts of his essence into her. A bit of it leaked out from his continued thrusting, and he growled at her.

"Come for me." he hissed as he lightly bit the bottom of her ear. When she did not respond, one of his hands moved down to between her legs. It took but a few rubs with the pad of his thumb, heated slightly, for her to have her own orgasm. She arched against him and he smirked as he felt her body writhe against his, her lovely thighs pressing against his hips. He continued thrusting as waves of pleasure rolled over her, and she heard his victorious chuckle.
Usually, he didn�t care whether his conquests came or not. They were there for his pleasure, not their own. But there was something about the way that Katara responded to pleasure, that made him think. He liked the way she cried out, the way her body would arch or tremble under his attentions despite her attempts at resistance. Oh, this woman was delightful. He intended to keep her and use her more than once. She satisfied him in a way that the previous slaves and concubines had not. Her lips were slightly parted, and looked so soft.
The Water Tribe woman calmed down, wiggling a bit, cheeks red from the heat of her orgasm and his attentions. One of his rough hands caressed her cheek. When he leaned down for a kiss, she turned her face away, not wishing to share this bit of intimacy with this loathed man.
But he would not be pushed aside like that. He took her chin in his hand and forced her head back into place, sealing his lips over hers in a bruising kiss.

"Mine." he growled against her lips.

"No�" she moaned back as he continued kissing her, sucking on her lips and crushing his own against hers. When he broke the kiss, she whispered in a clear voice, her eyes filled with defiance.

"I hate you."
He merely smirked at this, and caressed her cheek with his thumb. So spirited, all it had taken was some attention to rouse it out of this quiet little nurse who had not caused any trouble since she had come here. She narrowed her eyes when she saw his smirk and looked away again, clearly fuming as she jerked her head away from his caress.
It was horrible. She hated him, hated this new life. She would end hers the moment she could, if only to escape his touch. She had contemplated death many times, but something inside of her had always stopped her.
When he rolled off, she started to climb off the bed, but he pulled her back. Usually, when he was done, he kicked his conquests out of bed, but he wanted this one to stay. Usually, women were brought to his bed for pleasure, and nothing but � he had no desire to listen to snoring, whimpering, or otherwise. He was surprised at the urge that he wanted her to stay.
But then, taking her had felt good. He had enjoyed playing with her tight little snatch, and kneading these soft breasts of hers. Sometimes in the morning, he would wake up horny. It would be nice to have her right there, for him to roll on top of and take should he wake up with an erection.
Then, he would send her back to the infirmary. And he would just have her brought back when the day was done, simple as that, should he need release again.

"Let me go!" she cried out as she remained pinned under him. He made no move to pull out, even though he had gone flaccid.

"No. You are mine, lovely one, and you will learn to accept this; learn to like it�" he growled against her ear, biting down on the lobe gently.

"You have already taken me, defiled my body." Katara replied, staring at him icily. He was not deterred by that cold stare, and smirked right back, which only seemed to infuriate her more.

"You will be mine." he growled. She whimpered in frustration, looking away.

"You already took me. What use have you for me?" she asked. She had heard that he used and discarded women easily. What she had seen and heard in the past was evidence that these stories were more than mere rumors. She could try to erase him and his touch out of her memory. Working in the infirmary kept her busy, and she rarely if ever saw Zhao.

"You can guess." he hissed in a seductive way, his breath tickling her ear.

"I heard that you... discard women after using them once."

"Those women did not please me. You please me a great deal..."
Damnit. That was her worst fear, that he might want her again. She groaned softly and tried to wiggle away, but he pinned her down.

"You�re not flattered that I am so pleased by you?" the Fire Lord asked with a triumphant smirk. She refused to dignify that with an answer, to look up at him.

"Be a good girl." he added, as if he truly were admonishing a child. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at the condescension in his tone, but she held back a biting remark as he slid out of her. She felt a bit of his essence leaking out of her.
He pushed her firmly to one side so that he could pull down the comforter. Pulling just as firmly as he had pushed before, he deposited her down on the silken sheets with little effort. Again, she tried to move out of the bed despite the comfort of it.

"You will stay in the bed, and be a good girl." His voice had no playfulness this time. She looked down at the red silk silently, making no move. Seeming satisfied with this small gesture of surrender, he settled into the bed, using a flick of his wrist to extinguish.
Draping a arm across his conquest, he lay next to her in what could almost be called spooning. She stiffened, but he still held her close. He liked having her in his bed to cuddle. Azula had not wanted to touch at all, and other women, he simply kicked out of bed. But Katara was quiet as he pulled the blanket up.
Katara lay there quietly, hoping she would not rouse Azula's wrath by sleeping with her husband. They slept in separate apartments so she would not be seen, but soon enough, word would get out that she was sleeping with the Fire Lord, if he decided to give her more of his attentions.

"I'm scared." Katara whispered. Of him, of Azula, of the Fire Nation, of what the future would hold.

"Shh...Don't be." he whispered, kissing the back of her neck. Such a warm and pleasing scent. He found it oddly comforting. She did not reply to his soft statement, and he shrugged to himself. He was warm and sated, at least for now. He had several weapons, but they were behind locked doors or hidden away from her reach, and the door to the bedchamber was locked. She couldn�t leave, not unless he said so.
"Aren�t you going to wish your lord a good night and sleep?" Zhao asked, goading her, reminding her of her position. He had no desire to harm her, but she needed to remember her position. Too often a master allowed his concubine too much freedom or was too lax with her, and there were consequences.

"Good night, my lord. May your sleep be pleasant and restful." Katara replied in a quiet voice, clearly parroting what she was taught. But his reminder served its purpose, and he smirked as he closed his eyes.
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