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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: Alright, here we go. We had the anticipation of the first chapter and the foreplay of the second. Now it's time to take things to the next level. Zuko made Katara a pretty big promise of what he's going to do to her, and so far, it looks like he's delivering. Let's see how things go when things are taken up a notch. As the name of this chapter indicates, things are about to get really hot.)
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Chapter 3: Heat And Fire
Katara didn’t know how long her orgasm lasted, or how long she clung to Zuko afterwards, too afraid that her legs wouldn’t support her if she tried to put her weight on them. It was Zuko who was holding her up, keeping her body pressed close to his.
She kept her face buried in his chest, unable to move and unwilling to. Her orgasm had been intense. She’d climaxed before when she touched herself, but it was never anything like that. And that had just been with his fingers alone. He’d said that he still planned to make her cum with his mouth before he actually took her, during which he claimed he would make her cum again. And if his fingers had felt that good, then what would his mouth feel like, or his…?
Her cheeks heated in embarrassment. Not just at the knowledge of what was to come, but at what had already happened. As pleasurable as it had been, she also felt ashamed. She couldn’t believe how… wantonly she had behaved. Agreeing to sleep with him and even participate were one thing, but to enjoy herself so extensively, she couldn’t believe herself, and she couldn’t bring herself to show her face to Zuko.
She was aware that she was still leaning against him, and that he was still practically holding her up. Testing out her legs to see if they had regained their strength, she put some weight on them. They wobbled slightly, but she was at least able to stand. She still didn’t raise her head though, and her arms went from simply holding onto him to wrapping around him, allowing her to bury her face even deeper into his chest.
Zuko shifted, bending down, and the next thing Katara knew, she was being scooped up into his arms. Her own automatically went around his neck to prevent her from falling, but there was no fear of that as Zuko held her securely in his hold. He carried her bridal style as Katara tightened her hold on him and kept her face hidden. She couldn’t see where he was bringing her, but she didn’t need to; she knew where they were headed. And her suspicions proved to be accurate when she felt him gently set her down on his bed.
She unhooked her arms from around him as he pulled away and sat with her shoulders slumped, her hair obscuring her face as she hung her head. She was still trying to process what had happened, even as her body still tingled with pleasure. She was aware of Zuko standing in front of her, but she couldn’t bring herself to raise her head to meet his eyes.
“Katara,” he said gently, and she saw him kneel down before her through her curtain of hair. “Katara. Hey, look at me.”
He reached out, brushing her hair aside and cupping her heated cheeks, coaxing her to look at him. Slowly, she raised her head, reaching up to push her hair out of her face. A few moments later, she met his eyes, and he gave her a smile. He gently stroked her cheek as his other hand came up to push away some strands of hair that were still sticking to her face.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he told her. “That was beautiful. You are beautiful. I loved watching you climax.”
She blushed at his words. “You shouldn’t say such things,” she whispered shyly.
A light chuckle escaped him. “I’m not going to hide the truth. I told you, we Fire Nation aren’t as reserved about sex as the Water Tribes, and we love seeing our women experience pleasure.” He smirked. “And I haven’t even begun to pleasure you yet.”
Katara gave him a look of disbelief, and he leaned in and kissed her. A brief sound of protest began to escape Katara before it died in her throat and she returned the kiss. A few moments later, she felt Zuko’s hand on her thigh before it slowly slid up her body, going over her stomach and up to her breast. He cupped it in his hand for a few seconds before heading up higher and grasping her shoulder. He applied light pressure to her, encouraging her to lay back, and Katara slowly did so.
Zuko’s lips remained attached to hers as she moved to lay down, and he lay next to her. He hovered over her, their lips still moving against each other as they kissed. Katara felt her arousal start to stir up again as he rekindled the fire in her, drowning out the embarrassment and shame she had felt from her wanton behavior. A feeling of disbelief shot through her at having become so aroused again so soon after cumming already. She hadn’t even known that that was possible.
Zuko pulled away, breaking the kiss, and Katara’s head rose off the bed, as if to follow his lips. She realized what she had done and her eyes flew open. Zuko smirked down at her as he noted her reaction, and her cheeks colored as she dropped her head back down on the mattress and turned her head away, averting her eyes.
Zuko’s smile widened and he leaned down, moving to the side of her head. Thinking he was going for the sensitive spot of her neck again, she angled her head to give him better access, but instead he brought his lips right up to her ear and whispered to her. “You’ve felt my hand, now you will feel my mouth.”
She shivered in response, right before she felt his teeth lightly nibble on her earlobe, making her hiss. He teased her ear for a few moments before placing a kiss behind it, and then traveled down her neck and to her front. His kisses continued downward, over her right breast and to her nipple before trailing back the way he came and repeating the same path on her left breast, and back again.
When his lips reached the valley of her breasts at the top of her chest, his tongue came out and grazed her skin. He moved down the length of her body, trailing his tongue between her breasts, down her stomach, pausing briefly to circle around her bellybutton as one of his hands took hold of her breast and began massaging it gently. Katara was trembling at the contact, her body jerking slightly and her stomach muscles tightening the lower he went.
She grasped the bedsheets in her hands as she stared up at the ceiling, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Her legs hung over the side of the bed with Zuko crouched down in front of them as he moved further down her body to her center. He placed a hand on her leg, and Katara tensed up, closing them tightly. He brought his other hand down on her other leg and gently tried to open them, but Katara fought him, keeping her legs clenched together, not allowing him access, and he looked up at her.
“Spread your legs, Katara,” he told her.
He’d said the words gently enough, but Katara didn’t obey, afraid of what would happen if she did, afraid of what she would feel, of how much more she would feel, not knowing how she would react to whatever he had planned. And perhaps, most of all, afraid of just how much she wanted him to do whatever he intended to do.
But Zuko was patient, lightly stroking her smooth calf with gentle caresses. “Open for me. I want to taste you.”
A small whimper escaped her and she covered her face as it burned with embarrassment. Ever so slowly though, her legs began to separate. She felt Zuko spread her further and her face grew hotter than ever. Being naked in front of him and letting him touch her had been embarrassing enough, but to know that he was right there, staring directly at her most private parts, she felt she could die. That was meant to be sight only for her husband. Or at the very least her lover. But then she remembered that that was what she had agreed to allow Zuko to become, if he wasn’t considered her lover already.
He was so close, she could feel Zuko’s breath against her wet, heated skin, and when he blew on her, a shiver ran through her body before she heard him say, “So pretty.”
“Don’t say that,” she muttered, her voice slightly muffled from behind her hands.
He looked up at her again. “But it’s true, Katara. This is the center of your pleasure, the core part of you that any man would desire access to. The part of you that opens up a world of pleasure for us both. What could be a more beautiful sight than that? Look at me, Katara.”
He waited until she slowly removed her hands from her face and looked down the length of her body at him. She saw his head between her legs, mere inches from her center. The sight alone made her stomach flip with arousal and anticipation. Zuko’s eyes were on hers, making sure she was watching before he began to lower his mouth down to her.
Katara bit her bottom lip nervously as she waited for the contact, but nothing could have prepared her for the feel of Zuko giving her slit a leisurely lick. She gasped out loud, her head instantly falling back and her back arching off the bed as she grabbed at the bedsheets and yanked at them.
“Oh, gods, what was tha-aat!?” she exclaimed, her question giving way to another cry as he licked her again.
She didn’t know why she had asked; she knew exactly what it had been. It was utterly embarrassing to know that he was licking her, tasting her, but when he did it again, all form of thought left her as her body jumped in response.
Zuko chuckled. “You’re so sensitive, Katara. So responsive.”
He resumed running his tongue over her, causing her to jerk again. Reaching up, with his right hand, laying his arm down over her body to hold her down, he caressed her stomach and chest. His other hand came up and spread her open with his thumb and middle finger. His index finger began flicking over her exposed clit as he trailed his tongue up and down her nether-lips.
Katara was in heaven, there was no other way to describe it. She had thought that his fingers had felt good, but his mouth, oh, La, his mouth, his tongue, were amazing. It felt as if her nether region was on fire. She twisted and yanked the sheets in her grip as her back arched higher and higher off the bed. Lost in sensation, she was barely aware of the stream of moans that escaped her as her head turned side to side.
“Oh, La, what are you doing to me!?” she gasped out through her moans.
Zuko paused with his oral ministrations, but continued rubbing her with his finger. “I’m pleasuring you, Katara. Enjoy what I’m doing.”
“Sh-Shouldn’t be… be doing… this…” she muttered breathlessly through her moans. “Shouldn’t be… enjoy… enjoying this…”
“We had a deal, Katara,” he reminded her. “There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing, and there’s no shame in pleasure. You said I could do whatever I wanted to you, and I want to make you feel good.”
He then latched his mouth onto her and began sucking on her clit. Katara practically screamed as her free hand shot down and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into her, seemingly without even realizing what she was doing. Zuko sucked and rolled his tongue over her clit as she shifted around on the bed, whimpering at what he was doing. She pushed his face into her even more, and he shifted closer.
Releasing her clit, he placed his mouth over her entrance and stuck his tongue inside her. Katara jolted, her legs rising up from where they had been hanging over the bed. They came down over his shoulders, and she pressed her heels into his back as her hand gripped his hair. When Zuko’s tongue began swirling around inside her, she arched so far off the bed that she rose to a sit up.
Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed his tongue, but then he removed his mouth from her. “Look at me, Katara.”
Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes and looked down at him with hooded lids. His eyes found hers and he returned his mouth to her as he returned to what he had been doing. Keeping one hand in his hair, she balanced on her other arm to keep herself upright as she kept a tight grip on the sheets.
She stared down at Zuko as he pleasured her, his nose buried in her curls. He was watching her as well, and doing nothing to hide the desire in his gaze. Katara couldn’t hide the desire in hers either as she was lost in sensation. Words were no longer an option for her; the closest things she could emit were her pleasured moans. She began humping against his mouth, and as Zuko started rocking his head forward and back without removing his mouth from her, her hand at the back of his head pushed against him in time with his movements.
They kept their eyes locked on each other. Katara’s pants grew louder and her moans shifted more to strained grunts. She was getting close again, and she needed him to get her there or else she was going to lose her mind. She pushed herself up more so she was practically leaning over him, her legs crossing behind his back as her other hand joined the first in his hair. She shifted to the edge of the bed, pulling his head into her even harder. Zuko’s arms went around her to grip her bottom and pull her forward aggressively as he licked her insides.
Panting heavily, Katara’s grip in his hair tightened to the point where she wouldn’t be surprised if she ripped it out, but she couldn’t focus on that; forming a coherent thought right now was practically impossible. Her eyes drifted shut as she found herself unable to keep them open, just as she was unable to keep quiet as the sounds she emitted practically morphed into individual screams as she got closer and closer to the edge.
And then she was there, and she came even harder than before. Her whole body began shaking as she saw a flash of white light behind her eyelids. Zuko didn’t let up, even as her fluids rushed into his mouth, and Katara’s legs around him squeezed tightly. She continued to convulse, unable to remain upright as she wailed. She slowly fell back, collapsing onto the bed, keeping a tight grip on his hair.
Her legs rose into the air, bending at the knees, her limbs shaking and her toes curling. She began gasping, trying practically in vain to suck down air around her cries. This orgasm had been even more intense than the other one; she didn’t think that was possible, but there it was. It took longer for her to come down as well, but eventually she did, and her grip on his hair loosened.
Zuko continued to lap at her, even when her juices stopped flowing. When he finally stopped, he unhooked her legs from his shoulders and rose up. Sliding onto the bed, he laid down next to her, keeping himself propped up. He placed a hand on her stomach and began gently rubbing circles over it. Katara felt the motion, but kept her eyes closed as she took long, slow breaths. She could feel him watching her, and when she managed to find the strength, cracked her eyes open and looked up at him.
He smiled when he caught her eye and leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. The hand on her stomach shifted lower, and she whimpered against his lips as his fingers dipped inside her, feeling a little too sensitive from overstimulation. He only kept his hand down there for a few seconds though before bringing it up. Katara’s gaze went to his hand, and she saw his fingers coated with her wetness. He glanced at her and then brought one of his fingers to his mouth and sucked off her juices, and she flushed at the sight.
Keeping his eyes on her, he pulled his now clean finger from his mouth. “Agni, you taste divine, Katara.”
Her stomach flipped at that and she looked away. She heard him chuckle and he shifted closer. Turning back to him, she watched as he brought his fingers to her own mouth.
“Taste yourself, Katara,” he told her. “Taste how sweet you are.”
Her eyes widened and went to his wet fingers. He wanted her to… No, she couldn’t do that. It was dirty, wasn’t it? But at the same time, she found herself wanting to taste what he had done to her. And as he brought his fingers closer to her lips, her mouth just barely opened for him. He pressed his finger against her lips, and she opened some more, allowing him to slide his digit inside. She closed her mouth and began leisurely sucking on his finger, tasting her own essence as she sucked his finger clean.
Zuko moved his finger in and out of her mouth a few times before pulling it free, and Katara’s face instantly turned red. Not just from her own tangy taste, but also because of what she just did. She couldn’t believe herself. What was he doing to her to make her react this way, to make her behave this way? It was going beyond simple participation. With just a touch, he sent a wave of arousal flowing through her. With just a kiss, he made her go weak at the knees. With a single word, he made her tremble with desire and want to do things she never really thought of before.
How did he make her want him like this? And yes, she could admit it now, she did want him, badly. She had denied her attraction to him because he was the enemy, but she just couldn’t do it anymore, not when he had her quivering with desire like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen; she wasn’t supposed to react like this when she made him her offer. Damn him for making her feel this way.
“What are you doing to me?” she repeated her question from earlier in little more than a whisper.
It had been a rhetorical question, one meant more for herself than him, but he answered all the same. “I told you, Katara. First I was going to make you cum with my hands, then I was going to make you cum with my mouth. Now I’m going to make you cum with my body.” He shifted next to her. “Slide further up the bed.”
Katara’s heart immediately started racing. He’d done what he said, he’d made her cum with his hands and mouth. Now he was finally going to take her. Her stomach knotted with nervousness and anticipation, but she wasn’t sure which of the two was greater. She suspected, she feared, the latter, and immediately chastised herself. She couldn’t feel this way about sleeping with the enemy. She could acknowledge that she wanted him, she just didn’t want to want him.
But she had made a deal with him, and no matter how out of control things had gotten, she had to fulfill her end of the bargain; their freedom depended on it. Yet as she slid further up onto the bed until her head reached the pillows, she couldn’t help but wonder how much of this was her fulfilling their deal and how much was her own desires being acted out.
Once she was settled, Zuko came up by her feet. He picked up her leg and began placing kisses along it, starting at her ankle and working his way up. Once he reached her calf, he set her leg back down, but continued his trail of kisses up her body, eventually reaching her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth as his hand caressed and kneaded her other breast, and Katara quickly found herself fully aroused once more.
He was laying on top of her now, and Katara could feel his hardness pressed up against her leg. The knowledge that it would soon be inside her made her start shaking in both nervousness and arousal, but once again, she wasn’t sure which was greater.
Zuko took notice of her shaking and raised his head to look at her. He crawled further up her body, blanketing her form with his so the full length of their bodies pressed against each other and stroked her cheek. “You’re trembling.”
Swallowing, she licked her lips a few times as she tried to find her voice. “I’m… I’m…”
He brushed her bangs off her damp forehead from where they were stuck to her. “I meant what I said before, Katara, I don’t plan on forcing you. I find no pleasure at the thought of taking a woman against her will. I’ve never done such a thing, and I never intend to. So this is your last chance to back out.”
She said nothing. She believed him when he said that she could call off their deal, but she had come too far to turn back now. And, truth be told, she didn’t think she could, not even if she wanted to, not with how worked up she was. But she couldn’t say that, she could never say that, no one could ever know just how much she wanted this, wanted him, even though she knew she shouldn’t.
Zuko waited for a response, one she could not give, afraid that if she told him to proceed that it would reveal her desire for him. So she remained unresponsive. Zuko stared at her for several long moments, then leaned down and kissed her tenderly before pulling back and stroking her hair.
“Open up, Katara,” he told her gently. “I promise I’ll be as gently as I can.”
Katara appreciated that, knowing that a lesser man would just take her with no concern for the pain she would feel when he tore through her maidenhead. He shifted above her, pushing his knee between her legs to separate them, and she slowly spread them until he was nestled between them, his crotch pressed against hers. She could feel his cock and balls resting against her groin, and it caused her heart to beat a mile a minute. Her body continued to tremble in anticipation, knowing that in a few moments, he would be inside her.
Lifting himself up, Zuko reached down and took hold of himself. Getting into position, he lined himself up with her entrance. Unable to resist, Katara looked down as he pointed his cock at her opening. It was a sight as arousing as it was intimidating, his long, hard cock posed like a serpent ready to strike, a bead of clear liquid dripping from its head.
She felt herself grow impossibly wetter, and when she felt his tip make contact with her, she jerked slightly, one of her hands grabbing at the arm he was using to hold himself up with while her other one grasped the sheets. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and focused on keeping still, waiting for him to take her.
He didn’t enter her right away though, and instead rubbed the head and underside of his shaft up and down her slit, coating it with her wetness. The feel of him rubbing against her sent thrill of delight through her. He did this several times, teasing her, making her shiver, and a part of her mind wanted to scream for him to just do it already, to end her torment and complete her.
Complete her? That was an interesting way of putting it that she hadn’t considered before. But she felt like it was true. Some primitive, instinctual part of herself knew that this would make her feel complete, like the missing piece of a puzzle sliding into place, and her grip on his arm and the bedsheets tightened when he ceased his rubbing.
“Open your eyes, Katara,” he told her. “Look at me. I’m going to enter now. I want to look into your eyes as I take you.”
She didn’t respond, not knowing what to say, but did as he said, opening her eyes and locking them with his own lust-filled gaze, and waited. Ever so slightly, he began to push forward, keeping his eyes on hers, and Katara inhaled deeply as she felt her nether-lips spread to take him in, as if welcoming him into her body.
He went slow, only inserting the head, and Katara held her breath as he entered her centimeter by centimeter. Then he released himself, placing his hand back down on the bed, and pushed his hips closer to hers. It was a little uncomfortable, his invasion, but it didn’t hurt, not yet anyway.
She tensed up when she felt him make contact with her virgin barrier, and squeezed her eyes shut again. Zuko paused when he felt it as well, not progressing any further. She could hear his heavy breathing, as if he were struggling to hold himself back from simply slamming into her.
“Katara,” he said to her. “Katara, breathe.”
She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. After taking in a few more lungfuls of air, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He stroked her face a few times as if to reassure her, and didn’t progress any further.
“You’re so tense,” he told her, his voice laced with desire, and she could tell by his tone how much he was trying to hold himself back. “I’ll make it quick, but you have to relax. I can’t do anything about the pain, but it will hurt less if you do.”
She took a few more deep breaths, trying to calm herself, and then nodded to let him know that she was ready. But he didn’t resume pushing as she thought he would. Instead, he lowered himself more fully onto her and kissed her. She felt his tongue press against her lips, and she opened up for him, letting him deepen the kiss.
As their lips leisurely moved together, one of his hands began caressing her body. She slowly began to relax under his touch, and her arms came up to wrap around him. And once she was significantly distracted by his kisses and caresses, he suddenly slammed his hips into hers, tearing through the thin, fleshy membrane, her inner channel stretching to accommodate him.
It hurt, no matter how prepared her body had been, and she screamed into Zuko’s mouth, her whole body jerking. Zuko kept his lips pressed to hers, swallowing her scream as he kept her pinned flat to the bed with his body, his hips pressed against hers. And just like that, her virginity was gone. She had given it away. No longer was she a maiden, there was no going back. She was a woman now.
Small pained whimpers escaped her as Katara attempted to tear her mouth away from Zuko’s. He wouldn’t let her though and continued kissing her as he kept up his caresses, trying to comfort and distract her. His hips remained pressed to hers, not moving as he waited for her to get used to him. His kisses and caresses helped, distracting her from the pain, but nothing could have truly distracted her from it fully.
They remained like that for several long moments, and the pain slowly began to lessen. As the tension began to leave her body, Zuko broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes a mix of lust and concern. Katara took a few calming breaths. Her arms had fallen to the bed when he fully entered her to tightly grab the sheets, and she slowly loosened her grip on them as she stared up at Zuko.
“Are you ok?” he asked her.
She heard genuine concern in his voice and managed to nod. Raising her head, she looked over his shoulder and down the length of his body to his hips pressed against hers, her legs on either side of him, cradling him. He was inside her, he was actually inside her. She could feel it, she could feel him, and it provided her a strange mix of pleasure and pain. But as the seconds ticked by, the pain was slowly fading more and more, and her head dropped back down as she reached up to run her hand over her damp face.
“Katara?”
She looked up at him, realizing that she hadn’t answered his question. “Yes, I’m ok. It hurt, but the pain is going away.” She hesitated before adding, “Thank you for making it fast, and for being careful.”
He nodded. “Tell me when I can continue. Take your time, there’s no rush.”
Even now, while he was inside her, he was still thinking of her comfort. She was touched by that. And, in a way, thought that despite the situation, she should consider herself lucky. He may be the enemy, and the circumstances may not be ideal, but she was fortunate to have someone who was so considerate and giving to be her first lover.
Oh, gods, she had a lover. She couldn’t believe it. And it was Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation of all people. It seemed so surreal. Never would she have imagined this, any of this. But then again, she never would have imagined anything that had happened since she and Sokka had found Aang in that iceberg.
Time passed where neither moved, and Katara began to feel things. She felt Zuko hot and hard so deep inside her, stretching her walls and filling her up. She could feel his cock twitch slightly with every beat of his heart, and she licked and nibbled at her lip in response. The pain had become reduced to a dull ache, and the feel of being filled began to take precipice.
He filled every inch of her, stretching her to the brim. She could feel him pulse with each beat of his heart, the tip of his head rubbing against the entrance of her womb. The ribs of her inner walls gripped and massaged his length, the slightest of movements sending waves of sensation through her. And he was hot, so hot inside, almost making her feel as if she would burn up from the inside out, and do so gladly.
Never did she think anything could feel like this. She felt so incredibly full, and began shifting underneath him as the need for him to begin moving began to take hold. And although there was still some discomfort, the need continued to grow, like an itch that just needed to be scratched.
“I…” she began, then licked her lips again and swallowed, “I think I’m ok. You…” she blushed, “you can try moving now.”
He gave her a concerned look. “You sure?”
Blushing harder, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. Zuko studied her for a few moments, as if to make sure she really was ready, then slowly began to pull his hips back. Katara inhaled as she felt him start moving inside her. He pulled back until he was almost all the way out of her, then paused for a few moments before slowly pushing back in. Katara breathed out hard through her nose as he filled her once more, feeling a slight bit of pain, but there was also another feeling that caused her toes to curl in delight.
Zuko’s hips met hers once more, and he paused for a few moments before pulling back again. This process was repeated several more time, and the lingering pain faded more and more into the background until she barely noticed it any longer. In its place, a feeling of pleasure began to rise, and Katara’s breathing began to grow ragged.
After a few minutes of this, Zuko paused. “You ok?”
She nodded. “Yes,” she answered quietly. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Please don’t stop.”
She couldn’t believe she had just said that. She was only meant to participate, not enjoy this. But the words had escaped her before her brain had fully processed them, and Zuko simply nodded in response and kept moving, a little faster now. He closed his eyes in concentration, as if to hold himself back as he set a steady pace with his thrusts.
It wasn’t just the feel of him moving inside her that stirred up the pleasure. It was his weight on top of her, his hard chest pressing against her breasts, his hands caressing her heated skin, his breath ticking her face, his warm body sliding over hers. All of it was a compilation of pleasing sensations she had never felt before accumulating in a way that sent waves of delight flowing through her entire being, causing her heart to race and her breathing to increase.
Katara’s breath hitched as the feeling of pleasure grew, the last traces of pain now almost nonexistent and practically forgotten. Her arousal grew as her body responded to the stimulations he was giving her, and she felt herself wanting more.
When a pleasured gasp escaped her, Zuko opened his eyes and looked down at her, though this time he kept moving. “How do you feel?”
Katara blinked as she looked up at him, not sure how to answer the question. “I don’t know, but it… it feels… good…”
She could have kicked herself for admitting that, but it was true. In fact, good was an understatement for the feeling building up inside her. Amazing was more like it. Heavenly even. All traces of pain her gone, and all that was left was the growing pleasure. Her hips had instinctually begun moving to meet Zuko’s when he brought his down to meet hers, the feeling sending tingles of delight through every nerve in her body, heightening her senses.
Leaning down, Zuko kissed her, then whispered against her lips, “Move with me.”
She blushed again. “I don’t really– Oh! I don’t really know what to do.”
She felt him smile against her lips before he kissed her again. “You’re already doing it, Katara. Look, your hips are moving to meet mine. Match your pace with mine. I’ll help guide you.”
Heart pounding, Katara attempted to match the pace he had set, bringing her hips up to meet his when he pushed in, and bringing them down when he pulled back. The pleasing sensation grew with her participation and matching pace as he guided her into a rhythm. Her breathing grew heavier, and she began to gasp every time their hips met.
Gods, she was actually doing it, she was having sex with Zuko. It almost felt like a dream, a naughty dream she shouldn’t be having. But it felt too good to be a dream. This was… it felt incredible, rapturous even. She quite literally had no words to describe it, and it only felt better the more they did it.
Zuko began grunting in time with his thrusts, his own pleasured sounds mixing in time with the moans Katara had begun to emit. “That’s good, Katara. Now, try squeezing your inner muscles.”
It took a few moments for his words to penetrate the fog that had begun to fill her mind. “W-What?” she asked breathlessly.
He took a few deep breaths before responding. “Your inner muscles. When I pull out, squeeze them so you clench around me, then relax them when I push back in.”
He kept thrusting, and Katara concentrated on her inner muscles like he said. She squeezed when he pulled out, and then released when he lowered his hips again, and was surprised by the result. It increased the pleasure even more, making her see stars, and she continued to clench and unclench her muscles in time with his thrusts.
A loud grunt escaped Zuko. “Yes, that’s good, Katara. Just like that.”
He kissed her then, and Katara opened up to him the moment their lips met. They kissed for a time before Zuko pulled away to take a breath. He then let out a groan as he rose up onto his arms, and Katara’s fell away from around him, her hands grabbing the sheets. His hips kept moving as he held himself up, his thrusts now moving at an upward angle inside her. Katara moaned in response and looked down between them.
The sight she saw would forever be burned into her memory, of his hips meeting hers, his cock coated in her wetness and virgin blood as it disappeared into her all the way down to the root before reappearing as he pulled back, his black curls meeting her brown ones each time they came together. It was an incredible feeling of fulfillment.
Resting her head back, Katara continued to emit sounds of pleasure. She still couldn’t believe that this was happening, but no longer for the same reasons as before; she had come to accept where she was. No, what she no longer believed was how this was making her feel. It felt good, too good. Better than his fingers, better than his mouth. She didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, that the brain could register this level of pleasure. It was otherworldly. Pleasure wasn’t even close enough of a word to do what she felt justice. Those women who said that the didn’t enjoy sex clearly weren’t doing it right. That or they had some really lousy and selfish partners who had no idea what they were doing, or simply didn’t know how to or care to pleasure their partner.
Zuko clearly did though, making sure she enjoyed every second of it. And it was glorious! She could feel him throughout her entire body. It felt as if he were in her very soul, the two of them becoming one being spiritually as well as physically. And she found that she didn’t care, not when she felt this good, no matter how wrong it should have felt. The feel of him on her, in her, moving with her, it was indescribable, and the heat she felt inside her almost made her think she would combust.
“By the gods, Katara,” he groaned out as he thrusted into her. “You feel incredible. Better than I ever imagined.”
So did he. Greatly exceeding any expectations she ever had when it came to sex. And amongst the pleasure, she suddenly became aware of the sounds escaping her. Her pants, her gasps, her moans, her whimpers, random exclamations of delight. She hadn’t noticed amongst the onslaught of sensation to her senses, but they were embarrassing, and she covered her mouth to silence herself from making them, finding it impossible to keep silent.
Above her, Zuko scowled at the hand covering her mouth. Balancing himself on one arm, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from her mouth. “Don’t silence yourself, Katara. Any man would love to hear the sounds of pleasure from their partner. I want to hear you. Be as loud as you want, no one else can hear us.”
When he released her hand, she once again grasped the bedsheets. “B-But…”
Her eyes shot to the door. Zuko followed her gaze as he continued moving inside her, and seemed to immediately realize what she was thinking. “Don’t worry, there’s no guards nearby. I told them to keep away while I ‘interrogated’ you. And even if they did hear us, they would never say anything. Now, stop holding back, I want to hear your cries. Let me hear them.”
He gave an extra hard thrust, and Katara practically screamed as her back arched. She tore at the bedsheets, yanking them into the air as she writhed beneath him. She gave into his request, letting him hear just how much she enjoyed what he was doing to her body as she worked to give him the same pleasure in return. And from the strained look on his face and his own sounds he was making, he seemed to be enjoying her just as much as she was enjoying him.
He wasn’t just thinking about his own pleasure, he was very conscious of her own, and was clearly determine that she enjoyed the experience to the fullest. From the way he touched her to the moves he used on her. He didn’t just thrust his hips, he rocked into her, he stirred around in circular motions, he rolled his hips. Shallow thrusts, deep thrusts, fast, slow. And his hands were ever active, sometimes simply holding her, sometimes caressing her all over. His lips were at work too, either releasing pants or groans in her ear, kissing her passionately, or tasting her heated skin as he latched onto the sensitive part of her neck. It was impossible not to take pleasure in what he was doing.
Through hooded eyes, Katara watched as Zuko moved over her. Scar aside, he really was incredibly handsome, and the look of ecstasy on his face that she knew matched her own made Katara’s insides go funny in a way that had nothing to do with the feel of him inside her. He looked so… sexy as he took pleasure in their coupling. There was simply no other word to describe how he looked, and it gave her no small amount of satisfaction to know that she had done this to him, put him in such a state of rapture.
His mouth was slightly open, his teeth clenching and unclenching as he grunted and panted, his cheeks flushed, his eyes burning with desire for her, drops of sweat pouring down his head and chest and dripping onto her. And perhaps it was her Waterbender instincts guiding her, but she made to reach up and stroke his damp face, only to pause before touching him and dropping her hand back down to grasp the sheets again.
“You can touch me, Katara,” he told her. “I want you to. You’re supposed to touch your partner. Feel free to explore me wherever and however you wish. My body is yours to take pleasure in.”
That wasn’t it. She wanted to touch him. Gods, she did, but she needed to hold onto something. She already felt like she was getting swept away and needed to anchor herself somehow, and so gripped the bedsheets even tighter. Her incoming orgasm was building, stronger than ever, so much so that the intensity of it scared her. She didn’t know how long it had been since he first entered her. Several minutes? Hours? Possibly days? It felt like an eternity, and it was all coming to one explosive finish.
As Zuko continued to thrust into her, her back arched higher and higher off the bed. She shut her eyes as her body jerked in time with Zuko’s movements. Her cries grew louder and louder as she fell out of sync with their rhythm, turning her head side to side as she twisted the sheets in her grasp. She was so close, so damn close she could taste it. Zuko seemed to realize it as well and doubled his efforts, and the knot in her stomach twisted more and more.
Suddenly, it was as of an explosion of pleasure had gone off inside her. Katara shouted in ecstasy, her back arching even higher and her toes curling. The sheets in her grasp were suddenly not enough, and she released them as she reached for Zuko. Her arms hooked underneath his, her hands latching onto his shoulders, and she pulled him to her as she buried her chin into the crook of his neck. She practically crawled up his body as she rose off the bed to cling to him. One of Zuko’s hands went around her and pressed against her back, helping to hold her to him as she jerked against his body, her mouth forming an ‘O’ shape and her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
He had stopped his thrusting, but Katara’s own hips continued to push up into her, the motions seemingly out of control, but Katara wasn’t even aware of any of this. Her orgasm had completely taken over her senses, easily topping both of her previous ones, and she couldn’t focus on anything else. It continued to overwhelm her, and Katara feared that she might actually pass out as she all but began hyperventilating and whimpering incoherently, feeling it from the very hair follicles on her head to the ends of her fingers and toes.
The pleasure didn’t seem like it would ever end, but then, at long last, it began to die down. Katara continued to cling to Zuko though, her body jerking every few seconds from the aftershocks, her breathing still heavy. She could feel her heart beating faster than she could ever remember it beating, and she was hotter than she could ever recall being, but none of that mattered amongst the sheer bliss she felt. No, not bliss, it was more than that; bliss was merely the closest thing to describe what she felt.
Through the haze, she became aware of Zuko lowering her back down to the bed. She continued to hold onto him, taking only a few seconds to pull her arms out from under his so she could wrap them around his neck, holding him even closer. She relished the feel of his weight on top of her, having no desire for him to move.
As her body calmed down further, she felt him still hard and throbbing inside her and realized that they weren’t done. Zuko lifted his head and looked down at her, but didn’t say anything, and instead kissed her. Katara kissed him back, expressing all her gratitude for the joy he had given to her body. For a few moments, she forgot who he was, that they were enemies, that they were at war, and that he had spent years hunting down her, Sokka, and Aang. Right now, they were just two lovers locked in a passionate embrace as they expressed their desire for each other.
Breaking the kiss, Zuko looked down at her, reaching up to move aside a strand of hair that was stuck to her face. “That was truly beautiful, Katara. You were beautiful.”
She didn’t respond, feeling herself blush. They continued to stare at each other, holding the other close for several long moments. Then Katara felt him start to raise his hips again as he once more set a pace, and Katara was soon moving in time with him again.
She kept her arms wrapped around him this time, and began exploring his body, just as he said she should, just as she desired, running her hands up and down his back and sides, admiring his hard muscles. They were flush against each other, her breasts pressed against his hard chest, her nipples poking into him as they rubbed against each other, aided by the layer of sweat that damped their skin. Whimpers began escaping her once more as she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
One of Zuko’s hands moved down, hooking onto her leg to pull it around his waist as he whispered in her ear. “Wrap your legs around me, Katara.”
With a blush, she complied, and both her legs went around him. It allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and a cry of “La!” escaped her as he thrusted into her again. She could actually feel him pressing against her womb, the tip of his cock pushing up against her cervix, and it sent an additional primal thrill through her to know that he had filled her so thoroughly.
With her legs wrapped around his waist, they resumed their lovemaking, Katara using her heels to help pull him into her each time he thrusted, every part of him in contact with every part of her. It truly felt as if they had become one single being, and as they moved together, Katara was once again lost to pleasure.
Once more, time lost all meaning as she gave herself over to pure sensation. But it felt like her lapse in time lasted much longer this time than when they first started having sex. All she was aware of was Zuko and what he was doing to her body. Somehow, through the sea of pleasure drowning her, she found herself wondering how he could last so long. But it seemed she had actually asked this question out loud without meaning to when she heard him chuckle before answering.
“We Firebenders have… great endurance…” he grunted out between pants, his voice strained as he seemed to have trouble speaking. “Firebending… requires a lot of… of breath control… It does wonders for… our stamina… We can last… last much longer… than others…”
Katara knew she would have blushed at his words if her cheeks weren’t already filled with heat from their activities. Despite his claim though, it seemed that Zuko was reaching his limits after their lengthy session. His movements were becoming faster, harder, more aggressive, and Katara delighted in it. His rougher treatment caused her excitement to spike, and she conveyed this the best as she could through her touch and moans, moans that continued to grow louder.
He seemed determined to get her there before him. Even though she had already reached orgasm several minutes ago, or perhaps it had been hours ago since she had lost all concept of time, it was clear that he wanted her to climax again. And all Katara could do was allow herself to get swept away by the tide. Her feet locked behind him and her nails dug into his back and shoulders so deep they would surely leave marks.
Zuko seemed to relish in the feel of her nails scratching at him as he grunted in response. Lifting his head from her shoulder, he slammed his lips over hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and Katara’s immediately engaged with it. With this kiss, it now felt as if they were connected in as many ways as possible, as intimately as possible. Zuko thrusted faster and harder into her, causing her a whimper to escape Katara each time, whimpers that he swallowed as he refused to separate his lips from hers. She was getting so close again, teetering on the edge, and she clawed at his back as her orgasm approached.
And then she was there, her orgasm somehow even more powerful than the last one. She screamed into Zuko’s mouth as her whole body shook, Zuko’s weight doing nothing to keep her still. The need for air made her tear her mouth from his, but her continuous cry prevented her from sucking down the oxygen she needed. Her nails dug deeply into Zuko’s back as her legs and arms squeezed him tightly, feeling as if she might faint from the intensity of her orgasm. Zuko continued to thrust before giving one final hard thrust and buried himself inside her as deeply as possible.
A pleasured cry of his own escaped Zuko, and Katara felt him erupt inside her. She could feel his cock pulse as it released his seed, feeling it spray against her inner walls, hot and searing. She felt her walls milk his length as he continued to spurt into her, the sensation skyrocketing her orgasm to even greater heights as they came together, their pleasured cries echoing throughout the room.

(A/N: Well, there's your lemon everyone. The two of them finally sealed the deal. Was it everything you expected? Seems like it was that and more for Katara. All joking aside, these two really would have some hot sex together. Oh, but we're not done yet, this is just the start. There is a lot more to come. This story will involve Katara going through, shall we say, different phases of intimacy as she experiences a sexual awakening, and this was just the start. So yeah, if you like this, be sure to stay tuned for the aftermath and more steamy action to come.)
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