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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
- 2
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(A/N: Ok, here we go, part 3 of this. Still can't believe it ended up being so long that it hd to be broken into 4 parts when it was meant to be a none-shot, but it ended up having a lot of internal dialogue and psychological aspects. Speaking of which, based how last chapter ended, you can probably tell what this chapter will involve, but I think that's what you're here for, so enjoy.)
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Part 3
Zuko turned and carried Katara across the room, heading straight for the bed. Her heart immediately began racing extra hard on her chest. This was actually happening. He was taking her to bed to make love to her. In just a few minutes, she would be a full-on adulteress. She had known it was coming, and she and Zuko had done so much already, but now that the main event was here, she didn’t feel ready.
She told herself to remember why she was doing this. She was not cheating on Aang because she wanted to, she was not sleeping with Zuko because she wanted to, and she certainly wasn’t doing this for the pleasure of it. Her attraction to Zuko and her reaction to her body’s stimulation were completely irrelevant. She was doing this to complete the ritual and purge her and Zuko of the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit and for no other reason; everything else was inconsequential and just part of the requirements. What more, this wasn’t even an emotional affair. She loved Aang, this was purely a physical thing, not an emotional betrayal, and any love she knew she would feel for Zuko was actually just the Painted Lady’s love for her mate. She wasn’t even cheating emotionally.
Her thought process halted as, upon reaching the bed, Zuko, or was it the Blue Spirit, probably the latter, unceremoniously tossed her onto the center of the bed. Katara bounced on it and the Painted Lady immediately sat her up and looked at her mate. With the look of a predator closing in on its prey, the Fire Lord slowly climbed up on the bed, and the Painted Lady took the liberty of scooting Katara further back until she reached the pillows.
Trying to calm her racing heart, Katara watched him watch her, and Zuko licked his lips as his eyes trailed over her hungrily. “You truly ended up in the perfect body, my love, just as I have.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” the Painted Lady said, rather presumptuously in Katara’s opinion. “We couldn’t have been bonded to more compatible people.”
Katara disagreed with that, as it should have been her husband who she was the most compatible with, and she refused to believe that these spirits had some form of enlightenment that would allow them to know better. She didn’t argue the point though, deciding to let things continue to progress rather than ruin the mood.
Suddenly, Zuko reached out and grabbed Katara’s ankle. He gave it a yank, pulling her closer, and she felt a thrill go through her as her head hit the mattress. He then lifted her legs so her knees were up and spread them, completely exposing her to his gaze, then he looked up to catch her eyes, causing her whole face to turn bright red.
“I want to taste you in this body,” he told her, and after a moment’s hesitation, he added, “We want to taste you.”
Ok, that was definitely the Blue Spirit, and he seemed to have no issue voicing Zuko’s desires, whether the Fire Lord wanted him to or not. In fact, it seemed that both spirits were taking a more proactive role, as the Painted Lady immediately responded for her.
“Oh, spirits, please, yes!” she cried in Katara’s voice.
“No!” Katara objected to her, closing her legs. “That’s going too far. We don’t need to do that to complete the ritual!”
“Then what of you taking him into your mouth not so long ago?” the Painted Lady pointed out. Katara had no response to that, and so the spirit continued. “Please. I desire it. You desire it; you know you do. Even if you won’t admit it, I can sense that you do. You’re still holding onto loyalty to your husband. It’s admirable, truly it is, but it’s something you must let go of for now. Cast him from your thoughts. It’s all about enjoying your current partner right now.”
She was right, damn her; always right. Katara was still holding back. If it had been Aang who wanted to go down on her, she wouldn’t have hesitated to let him. And yes, she desperately wanted to feel Zuko’s mouth on her. The only reason she was resisting was out of spousal loyalty. And so, with a resigned internal sigh, she allowed her head to drop down and let her legs fall open as she prepared herself for Zuko’s oral skills.
Sensing her consent, the Painted Lady spoke. “Do it, my love. Taste us. Pleasure us with your mouth.”
Katara’s initial plan was to keep her eyes on the ceiling, but the Painted Lady had other ideas as she instead lifted her head to watch. Katara knew she could have taken control herself and either close her eyes or look away, but she did not, and instead watched as Zuko slowly lowered his mouth to her, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. Katara’s stomach clenched tightly with anticipation as she braced herself for what was to come.
“La!” she practically shouted at the first touch of Zuko’s tongue on her wet center, her head flopping back down. His next lick had her completely arching off the bed. “Holy Tui!”
A chuckle escaped him, and he licked her again, causing Katara’s face to scrunch up in ecstasy. He gave her a few more experimental licks, causing her to jerk about, and then he truly began. Katara’s mouth dropped open in a loud gasp and her arms flew out, grabbing handfuls of the bedsheets, needing to anchor herself to something, lest she get swept away. And as Zuko’s tongue began sweeping up, down, and over her weeping slit, a series of gasps and moans began escaping her.
“Great spirits!” the Painted Lady shouted in Katara’s head. “Sweet Raava!”
Katara was letting out her own series of sounds as Zuko worked his magic with his tongue. She slapped her hand over her mouth to silence herself and squeezed her eyes shut. A few moments later though, the delightful feelings between her legs stopped and she felt Zuko grip her arm and pull her hand away from her mouth.
“You will not silence yourself or my beloved in my presence,” the Blue Spirit told her. “I… no, we wish to hear you.”
The lustful look he gave her was almost one of challenge, but then Katara saw his gaze soften, followed shortly by color filling his cheeks before Zuko averted his eyes, looking embarrassed.
“Sorry,” he muttered bashfully. “He’s really holding himself back already, and he’s growing impatient.”
A giggle from the Painted Lady echoed in Katara’s mind, causing her to blush as well. “I-It’s ok. I kind of know what it’s like with her too,” she reassured him, as she too felt her spirit’s eagerness, though the Painted Lady clearly had more patience with easing her and Zuko into this.
Still looking embarrassed, Zuko returned his gaze to her. “Can I… continue?”
More heat filled Katara’s face, but after a few moments, she nodded. She then proceeded to watch as Zuko once again lowered his mouth to her center, and then the pleasure resumed. With a whimper, Katara’s head once again fell back, and she reflexively covered her mouth as a moan escaped her. A quick reminder from the Painted Lady though had her removing her hand and grasping the bedsheets once more.
Zuko continued to kiss and lick along her nether-lips, causing her to arch and twist her back as she squeezed handfuls of the sheets, her toes curling tightly. And as Zuko flicked his tongue over her clit, her eyes flew open and she gasped loudly. Looking up at the roof of his bed, she noticed for the first time that there was actually a mirror there. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of herself writhing around with Zuko’s head between her legs. The sight of it sent another wave of arousal through her that impossibly turned her on even more as she watched herself enjoy what was being done to her.
And that’s when Zuko upped the ante by actually penetrating her with his tongue. Katara practically wailed and released the blankets with her one hand. Rather than covering her mouth though, she grabbed the back of Zuko’s head, grasping a handful of his hair as she shoved his face into her crotch. Beads of sweat ran down her already glistening skin as she raised and lowered her head, going back and forth between watching him devour her and staring up at the erotic image above the bed.
Zuko showed no mercy as he devoured her, probing her with his tongue. He completely sealed his mouth over her, swirling his tongue around inside her as he held her legs open. Loud moans continued to pour from her lips, along with the cry of different spirits’ names. As she got lost in the pleasure, she felt herself fall into sync with the Painted Lady once more, and the pleasure amplified as the sensations fed off each other.
Minutes went by as Zuko continued to show off his oral skills. It was more pleasure than Katara could ever remember experiencing, and not just because of the effects of the ritual, and she felt another orgasm incoming. Either Zuko or the Blue Spirit, Katara suspected the latter, seemed to pick up on it when he briefly ceased to speak to her.
“I can tell you’re close,” he told her. “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste it.”
He then went back to feasting on her, only now, rather than holding her legs open as he had been, he began probing her with a finger as he licked along her labia and sucked on her clit. Katara’s eyes practically rolled up into her head as her remaining hand that was still twisting the sheets joined her other one, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into her as she shoved her hips into his face. She bit her bottom lip to the point where it nearly bled as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“So close,” she gasped out. “So damn close.”
She swore. She so rarely swore. Or maybe that had been the Painted Lady who swore. She honestly didn’t know at this point; they had blended together so much that it was practically impossible to tell them apart, if she could at all. And with her orgasm so close, it was becoming even more impossible. Regardless, she and the Painted Lady were on the verge of the most powerful orgasm of their life, and her grip on Zuko’s hair grew so tight she felt some strands get ripped out. Zuko simply responded by latching his mouth over her slit again and swirling his tongue around inside her.
“Oh, spirits, we’re gonna cum!” she and the Painted Lady cried together. And a moment later, they ceased to be two beings entirely and truly became one. “I’m cumming!”
She came right in Zuko’s mouth as her climax crashed into her. She and the Painted Lady took off and then exploded together, in an orgasm more powerful than any Katara had ever experienced, and that was from her side alone. With the Painted Lady’s thrown in the mix as well, and then them merging, Katara truly had no words for it. They went up together and experienced complete euphoria, and then came back down as two souls that settled in her body once more.
It took some time for her to return back to reality, but Katara slowly became aware of her surroundings once more. The sound of her rapid heartbeat in her ears and her heavy panting were the first things she became aware of. And when she opened her eyes and things came back into focus, she saw Zuko looming over her.
Her vision began to blur as tears filled her eyes. She just couldn’t help it. He’d brought such joy to her body, made her feel so wonderous, that the only thing she could do was cry. Or at least tear up. Zuko frowned in concern at the sight of her tears and reached up to tenderly wiped away one that slipped out and began running down her cheeks.
Emotions Katara couldn’t even register at the moment hit her and she grabbed hold of him, pulling him down to her in a tight embrace. And yes, that action had been hers, not the Painted Lady’s. Her lips found his as she kissed him with all the passion she had, tasting herself on his lips as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Zuko kissed her back with equal fervor, cupping her face between his hands as her own ran all over his body, trying to touch him everywhere.
Katara didn’t know how long they made out for. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop kissing him with an insatiable hunger. But slowly, through their passionate make out session, reality and awareness began to set back in. Her and Zuko’s kisses became less hungry and more tender, lingering longer and becoming more gentle. At some point, they stopped, and the two of them just stared at each other, breathing heavily.
She slowly became aware of their positions, and couldn’t help but to glance down at their bodies. They were completely entangled with each other, her arms wrapped around him, her legs coiled around his, their torsos in full contact. His chest rested against hers, her breasts erotically pressing into him with every breath. And trapped between them, burning hotly against her stomach, was his hardened length. She felt it, and she knew Zuko knew she felt it as her eyes returned to his, and both their cheeks colored. She’d both seen and felt what she would be working with, had had it in her mouth, down her throat even, and so she knew that when Zuko entered her that he would be stretching her further than she’d ever been stretched before.
In her head, the Painted Lady spoke. “It’s time, Katara. We’ve put it off for long enough. Any longer and the two of you will just be stalling. I understand your reserves, but stalling will only make completing the ritual more difficult. Just give in and let this wonderful man make beautiful love to you. Consummate your bond, complete the ritual, and things will be able to go back to normal at the end of it.”
Or as normal as they could be after this, Katara couldn’t help thinking. But she was right, it was time to end this, no more stalling. And once it was over, she would then work on making it up to her husband however she could.
Apparently, the Fire Lord was either having similar thoughts or the Blue Spirit was encouraging him as well, as he cleared his throat and attempted to shyly look all business. “Um, Katara…”
She bashfully bit her lips. “Zuko…”
He briefly averted his eyes. “I, uh, guess we should… well, you know…”
She hesitated before giving him a nod. “Y-Yeah, I guess we should… finish this…”
And just like that, she was all nerves. She’d known this moment was coming, but now it was finally here, now it was real. She and Zuko were about to have sex. In a matter of moments, they would join together and become one. The thought filled her with anticipation and nervousness, causing her heart to pound so hard she was certain it would leave bruises on her ribcage.
It had to be done, she told herself, and any desire she felt and pleasure they shared were just irrelevant side effects to what they were required to do and were not related to why they were doing it. And any feelings she was having for him were really just what the Painted Lady felt for her mate. It was that simple, nothing more complicated than that. Aside from the fact that she was committing adultery, what she and Zuko were doing really shouldn’t be a big deal, as there were many people who casually slept around, some even did it as a profession. So she could do this and not have it be a big deal. She could do this. She could do this!
She focused on that thought and kept repeating it in her head like a mantra as Zuko shifted above her, untangling their legs as he moved to lay more fully on top of her. Katara shifted beneath him as well as he blanketed her with his body and spread her legs, cradling him between her thighs. His hardened length rested against her opening, and she felt her inner walls contract against nothing, desperate to be filled, her whole-body tingling with anticipation.
She told herself that that was just a natural bodily reaction, and her attraction to Zuko was normal and something she couldn’t control as well. None of this meant anything. She was only human; her desires were all normal and nothing to make a big deal over. She would take him into her body, enjoy the ride, and then it would be over. Nothing to worry about, just meaningless sex, just as Toph said… that would apparently have a profound impact on her, but she would be able to ignore it and go back to her husband, and they would pretend this whole thing never happened.
Zuko held himself over her as she gripped his shoulders, both of them with their eyes on their most intimate regions. Zuko rubbed his hardness over her wet opening, and Katara felt jolts of pleasure as it ran through her nether-lips, once again coating him with her excitement. Her stomach flipped each time his head dipped down and parted her labia, thinking he was about to enter, but he never did. Her anticipation continued to build and her excitement increased, and she wished he would just put them both out of their misery, both because she wanted to get this over with and because she didn’t think she could take it any longer. She desperately needed him right now.
But then he stopped, letting out a heavy sigh as he hung his head. Katara looked up at him in concern, noting the distress on his face. His eyes were closed and he looked absolutely miserable, making her worried that she had done something wrong.
“Will you shut up!” he whispered, and Katara realized he had spoken to the Blue Spirit. Apparently, he wasn’t as good at non-verbally communicating with his spirit as she was.
“Zuko?” she asked in concern.
Opening his eyes, he gave her a sorrowful look. “I can’t do it, Katara. I’m sorry. I know we need to, but I just can’t. We’ve done so much already, and that’s been bad enough. But this… it’s wrong. I can’t betray Aang like this any more than I already have, nor can I dishonor you, or myself.”
This really was tearing him up inside. She supposed she couldn’t blame him. It was destroying her to betray her husband this way, and it may be even worse for him, since he not only felt like he was bringing shame to himself, but also that he was dishonoring her and Aang. And from the sound of it, the Blue Spirit wasn’t as patient or as supportive as the Painted Lady was with her.
“Comfort him,” the Painted Lady encouraged. “If he holds back, then it doesn’t matter if you get into this. It’s a mutual experience for both parties, he must give in fully as well or else the ritual won’t be completed.”
Katara sighed internally, but knew the spirit was right. Still, it wasn’t enough for her to do this, she now had to encourage Zuko to do it as well? She really couldn’t catch a break. For once, she wished Zuko wouldn’t worry about honor so much.
Letting go of his shoulder, she gently cupped his face. “Zuko, I told you, you’re not dishonoring anyone. And you’re not betraying Aang. This is our fault, his and mine. We decided to perform the ritual, you just got caught in the middle. But if we stop now, then it will make everything we’ve done so far in vain. Aang knows that’s what we’re doing, and he knows it’s necessary, not a choice, so you’re not betraying him or going behind his back. And you’re not dishonoring me or yourself. This is just something we have to do. If anything, I’m the one dishonoring you by making you do this when I know you don’t want to.”
She hoped her words would bring him comfort, and she thought she saw some of the guilt leave him. But then his face fell and he looked ashamed once more, averting his eyes.
“But that’s just it,” he told her in resignation, looking both embarrassed and ashamed. “I… part of me does want this. You’re a beautiful woman, Katara; I’ve always thought so. I’ve… I’ve actually wanted you for a long time, since even before I joined your group during the war. I never acted on it, because at first we were enemies, and then later because I was with Mai, and I would never cheat on my partner. But even after she and I broke up, you were with Aang, and I’d never interfere in someone else’s relationship, let alone my friends’. So to have to act on my attraction to you now, even though I must, it still feels like a betrayal.”
Katara’s stomach was doing flipflops inside her. Zuko had desired her all this time? From the sound of it, he had been attracted to her just as long as she had been attracted to him. But as she had discussed with the Painted Lady, attraction was different from love. Attraction was just a natural human experience one could not control and didn’t need to act on. Still, she could relate, for she too felt guilty of having to act on her attraction, even if she had never intended to. So she could understand how he felt.
“Don’t feel guilty,” the Painted Lady told her. “And don’t let him feel guilty either. It will ruin the experience. This is just something you have to do that coincides with a desire you both coincidentally have. Those are not things to feel bad about. Make sure he knows that.”
That was easier said than done since she was wrestling with the very same problem. But she could work out her own issues in her own way. Right now, she needed to focus on Zuko. It wouldn’t matter if she did what she needed to do if he didn’t do the same.
“Hey,” she said quietly, turning his head to look back at her again. “It’s ok. I told you, you’re not betraying anyone. I know under normal circumstances that you would never dishonor anyone.” She gave him a stern look. “But you know this is something we have to do. Any attraction we feel or pleasure we get out of this is irrelevant and doesn’t matter. Even if there was no attraction between us, we would still have to do this anyway, so you don’t have to feel bad for acting on your attraction since you would have had to anyway. If anything, your attraction should make it easier to complete the ritual. So stop beating yourself up over something that wouldn’t matter either way. You’re not betraying Aang, and you’re not dishonoring anyone either. I told you, it’s just you and me here as we are, everything else is irrelevant.”
“Well said,” the Painted Lady praised, and much to Katara’s surprise, her own feelings of guilt felt alleviated a bit too. Perhaps vocalizing what she had rationalized in her head made it feel more real, that regardless of what she felt physically or emotionally, that this was still ultimately being done just because it had to be and not because she was acting on her attraction.
She watched as Zuko’s eyes seemed to soften some more and he relaxed further. He still looked remorseful though, and lowered his head. “Regardless, I still can’t do it. I’d never take a woman against her will. Never. And I know that even though you’re willing to do this, it’s only because you have to. Really, you don’t want this, and that’s why I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t force you, no matter the reason.”
Katara bit her lip in worry. This was… an unexpected complication. Honestly though, she should have seen this coming. Of course he would never take an unwilling woman, regardless of the circumstances. He may have even done what they had done thus far in the wishful hopes that it would be enough to complete the ritual. This made for quite the predicament.
“Tell him,” the Painted Lady urged. “I know it will complicate things further, so you planned to keep it to yourself, but you have to tell him now, otherwise he won’t go through with it, and everything you’ve done thus far will have been for naught.”
Katara continued to worry her bottom lip. She really didn’t want to tell him this, as it would just make her betrayal of Aang feel even worse. But the Painted Lady was right, Zuko wouldn’t complete the ritual otherwise. It did make her wonder though, what would she have done if the Blue Spirit had ended up in someone she wasn’t attracted to? Take an aphrodisiac? Would that even have worked? Unlikely; it probably wouldn’t meet the requirements of completing the ritual. It had to be all there. It was the reason she hadn’t been able to get drunk before all this; she’d asked the Painted Lady if she could, hoping it would make things easier and lessen the guilt.
In that sense, she supposed she should be grateful she had ended up with someone she was attracted to like Zuko, otherwise they might have been in real trouble. It was also a good thing Zuko found her attractive and wanted her as well, as awkward as that was, otherwise they’d have the same problem. Now if only she could get him to cooperate. And to do that, she had to relieve him of his guilt, even if that meant making an embarrassing and shameful confession.
“Zuko…” she said carefully. “You won’t be taking me against my will. I agreed to do this. I am willing.”
“But you never would have agreed to it otherwise,” he argued. “You’re only doing it because you have to. Hell, I’m only doing it because I have to, no matter how much I want you. But I just can’t do this knowing you don’t want it.”
There was no choice now. She had to tell him. And she took a deep breath before she did. “You’re wrong, Zuko. I do want this.” She paused for a few moments to wait for his reaction, and he gave her a confused look, to which she nodded. “It’s true. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time too. I’ve always found you attractive, Zuko; you’re a very handsome man.”
She watched as his hand came up to touch his scar, and she shook her head. “You are. You always have been in my eyes, no matter what anyone else thinks or says. I’ve always been attracted to you, even when you were the enemy, even when I hated you. And I do want you. Honestly, I imagine I’m just one of the many that do. Obviously, I’m not going to just sleep with every man I find attractive though, and since I’m married, of course I’d never act on my attraction to others, no matter how much I want them. I just have to act on my attraction this time. So don’t think that you’re forcing me or that I’m unwilling, because I’m not and you’re not.”
He studied her for a long time after that, seeming to consider her words. “It’s still wrong though,” he said, still sounding torn. “You said it yourself; you’d never do this otherwise.”
“Because I’m married, and because I’d never do this with someone I’m not in a relationship with. But I do want you, Zuko. My being married doesn’t change that. This situation we’re in, it’s giving us a free pass because it’s required of us. It just so happens that the person I have to do it with is you. But trust me when I say that I do want you Zuko. I want you.”
She fell silent and just stared at him, watching him watch her. She could still see the conflict in his eyes, still felt it herself, but then what could only be described as a look of anguish crossed his face. “Ah! Damn it, Katara! Why did you have to say all that? That was our last chance to get out of this.”
No, it wasn’t, because there was no getting out of this; that was just more wishful thinking on his part. And the truth was, regardless of what her head and her heart were telling her, her body still wanted this, she still wanted him.
“Don’t think anymore,” she told him. “Just do it. Enjoy me. Let’s enjoy each other and forget everything else until this is over.”
Zuko’s eyes were still closed, but after several long seconds, he looked down at her, a look of resignation on his face. She could still see the lust in his eyes though, see his desire and want for her in them, and see her own reflected back at her. He then slowly lifted himself up and looked down the length of their bodies. Katara followed his gaze and watched as he lined himself up with her slit.
A mixture of anxiety and anticipation filled her stomach with butterflies as he placed the head of his cock against her weeping entrance, and she gripped his shoulders as her nether-lips parted for him. He glanced back at her face and she caught his eye. Swallowing, she gave him a small nod, and they once again returned their gazes to their nether regions. Then, ever so slowly, he began pushing into her.
Katara’s breath caught in her throat as he began to fill her. As she had already noted, he was bigger than Aang, and she felt some discomfort as she felt her inner walls stretch farther than they ever had before to accommodate him. She bit her lip, telling herself that she deserved any discomfort she felt for doing something so sinful while simultaneously pushing away the guilt as she told herself that this wasn’t about right or wrong, but what was necessary.
Her eyes never left his length as she watched it slowly disappear inside of her. And her body accepted him, her wetness making his invasion smooth, with the only resistance he faced being as she stretched around him. Deeper and deeper he went, the feel of him causing her toes to curl, until finally, his hips met hers, and he bottomed out inside her, his full length completely engulfed by her wet heat.
Katara’s head fell back as they let out simultaneous groans. And in her head, having been silent the whole time, she heard the Painted Lady rejoice at being physically united with her mate, even if it was through her and Zuko. Katara felt the spirit’s love and joy as her own, but her focus was primarily on the physical aspects of what was going on. Zuko was inside her, completely inside her, filling her to the brim and stretching her more than she’d ever been stretched before. And somewhere dep within her, there was a sense of ‘finally’.
She couldn’t believe it. She actually had another man inside her, a man who wasn’t her husband. Never did she imagine that she would find herself in this position, no matter the circumstances. And it wasn’t just anyone, it was Zuko who was inside her, and he felt glorious. It was wrong, so wrong, it shouldn’t feel this good. Disregarding what she felt from the Painted Lady, she herself should feel nothing but shame and self-disgust for allowing another man other than her husband inside her. Only her body disagreed, relishing in the feel of having him inside her. He wasn’t even moving, and yet he felt incredible. And what she was feeling from the Painted Lady only added to the pleasure of it all.
She felt him so completely. Having Zuko inside her, it was indescribable. She was completely filled. She could actually make out the shape of his cock inside her as he reached places inside her that her husband never had. Sweet Tui, he was so deep. She could feel the head of his cock kissing the mouth of her womb, the feeling making her feel delirious. What discomfort she had felt at him stretching her faded as her body adjusted to accept its new mate, her insides reshaping themselves to accommodate him as he claimed her in ways she had never been claimed before, leaving only a feeling of pleasure and fulfillment.
“La,” she couldn’t help but gasp out, and lifted her head to look between their bodies once more. He was completely inside her. She could only see his black curls mashed up against her brown ones, and she let her head drop back down as she looked up into Zuko’s face.
“Agni, Katara,” he groaned, trying to keep himself still. “I… It’s… I…”
“I know,” Katara managed to gasp out, letting him know that she was feeling it too. Not just the physical, but the spiritual and emotional feelings of the Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit.
“I don’t…” he grunted through clenched teeth, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back. You feel too good.”
Katara could relate to that as well as she squeezed his shoulders. “T-Then don’t. Give me… mmm… everything.”
She could see how much he was restraining himself, but at her go-ahead, she watched as his walls came crumbling down. Cupping her face, he leaned down, completely blanketing her with his body, and he kissed her. She opened up to him and their tongues engaged. All the while, his length twitched inside her, almost making her feel as if she had a heartbeat in her most sacred place, and her inner walls gripped and massaged him in their confines.
Zuko broke the kiss, taking a deep breath, and she watched with hooded eyes as steam escaped his nostrils as he exhaled. “Fuck!”
Hearing him swear sent a thrill through Katara, and then she felt him start to move. He slowly pulled his hips back, making Katara’s toes curl and her fingers dig into his shoulders as his cock moved deliciously against her inner walls. She looked down the length of their bodies to see his cock, wet and shiny with her juices, slowly emerge from behind her patch of curls, her labia clinging to him as if reluctant for him to leave.
He paused when just the head was still inside her, and then pushed back in, filling her once more and claiming her for himself. A loud, gasping moan escaped Katara and her head fell back as his hips met hers again, and he let out a groan of his own. He held himself inside her for a few moments, and then began to pull back once more, causing her back to arch. He stopped just short of leaving her again, and then pushed back inside once more, and she cried out again.
The process was repeated several more times. Each time his hips met hers, it was just the slightest bit faster, the slightest bit harder, and monumentally more pleasurable. The Painted Lady cooed in delight inside her, but the spirit’s presence faded into the background as Katara became wrapped up in sensation. However, that didn’t stop the Painted Lady from using Katara’s voice to vocalize her pleasure.
“Oh, my love,” she moaned. “You feel so amazing in me.”
“As do you,” the Blue Spirit replied in Zuko’s voice as the Fire Lord filled her again and again. “Whether your true form or this one, mating with you is nothing short of perfection.”
Perfection, that was certainly a word choice, but not an inaccurate one, as every time he filled her, he had her seeing stars. And Katara could see that Zuko was just as affected as she was. Maybe the two spirits were right, maybe she and Zuko were perfectly suited for each other physically. That had no bearings on her feelings for Aang though, and it made her feel horribly guilty, but there was no denying the level of pleasure she felt at having the Fire Lord inside her.
“Damn it,” Zuko hissed quietly to himself, sounding frustrated. He then lowered himself so his body was flush against hers. “This is so wrong.”
He then increased his thrusts, moving smoother and more fully against her in a way that had Katara gasping each time. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he moved over her, his body sliding against hers, her hardened nipples poking into his muscular chest. Bringing up her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to, impossibly, penetrate her even deeper, and she let out a whimper as he grunted in her ear.
Wrong, she agreed with her new lover. This was indeed so very wrong. Especially with how much she was enjoying it. Ironically, it conflicted with the Painted Lady’s feelings of how right this felt, providing a sense of taboo that made the whole experience feel extra naughty. All the same, she hugged him even tighter as he set a pace, moving within her. Every thrust and retract sent an overwhelming flash of pleasure through her that had her seeing stars.
She began to rock her hips against him in time with his movements, meeting each of his thrusts, and they quickly found a rhythm together, falling into sync with each other. A little too in sync if she was honest. So in sync it was almost scary. It had to be a result of them having the Blue Spirit and Painted Lady inside them; the two spirits being mates must have been having an affect on them.
“It’s not us,” the Painted Lady told her. “We will not affect you in such a way until we completely become one with you like when you and I climaxed together. Right now, this is all you and the Fire Lord. This is the synergy between the two of you. My mate and I said you were compatible.”
No, that couldn’t be. But it was. The way she and Zuko were responding to each other, the way their bodies seemed to fit so perfectly together, the way he felt so right inside her despite how wrong it was, there was no denying that. But even so, it was irrelevant. Physical compatibility and chemistry had nothing to do with love. As long as Aang was in her heart and this remained a strictly physical act she was only doing because she was required to, then it wasn’t truly a betrayal. Yes, she may be having a physical affair, but at least it wasn’t an emotion one. It was a normal attraction, a normal physical reaction, nothing more.
At least that’s what she told herself, but it was becoming hard to think at all. Her mind was going blank as she began to get swept away by sensation. Pants and breathy moans fell from her lips that she was unable to hold back. It was so embarrassing to have someone other than her husband hear her sounds of pleasure, and she attempted to silence herself.
This apparently didn’t go unnoticed by Zuko, or rather, the Blue Spirit, as she sensed a change in his demeanor, indicating that the spirit had suddenly taken over the Fire Lord. He suddenly licked a trail from her neck up to her ear and lightly bit on the lobe, causing her to gasp loudly.
“I’ll not have you be silent,” the Blue Spirit told her in a tone that left no room for argument. “I wish to hear my mate’s pleasure, and right now, that involves you. Whether it be your voice or my mate using yours, I will hear what we do to you.”
Katara had no response to that, but apparently Zuko did, as his tone changed, indicating that he was the one speaking. “Stop pushing her. This is hard enough for her as it is.”
“That does not matter,” the Blue Spirit argued back; it was strange to see what appeared to be Zuko having an argument with himself. “She called upon my mate and I. She chose to go through with the ritual. She will take responsibility for what happened and for what she summoned us here for.” He fell silent for a moment, seemingly listening to something Zuko was saying to him in his head. “Irrelevant. You may not have been her intended partner, but she must still take responsibility. My mate and I will not be denied because they were careless. I will take all she has to offer.”
Then he suddenly kissed her with bruising force. Katara could tell right away that this was the Blue Spirit kissing her, his mouth far more possessive and demanding than when Zuko kissed her. Katara moaned into his mouth, unable to resist, and her nails dug into his back, causing him to growl. He kissed her until they needed air, then suddenly broke the kiss, leaving them both panting.
“Agni, I’m sorry, Katara,” Zuko said, back in control again. “I couldn’t stop him that time.”
In response to his apology, Katara brought up her hand and grasped the back of his head, bringing him in for another kiss. She felt the Painted Lady’s approval, but she ignored it as she focused on the sensation of their love making.
When the kiss ended, she kept his face close as she stared up at him. “Don’t apologize. Don’t apologize for any of this. Just keep going. Don’t stop. Focus on me. Focus on our pleasure.”
She was trying to reassure him, but in a darker part of her mind, there was another reason she didn’t want his apology. What he was making her feel, it was so good, too good. How could she ever accept an apology from him for making her feel so amazing?
Zuko stared down at her for several long moments, breathing heavily, and then he leaned down and kissed her himself. It was different from the Blue Spirit’s, less demanding and more passion-filled, and Katara responded to it just as strongly, curling her tongue with his. And when he broke the kiss, he once again buried his face in the curve if her neck and increased the pace and force of his thrusts, grunting in time with her moans.
Katara matched his pace, locking her legs behind his waist and running her hands up and down his back as she panted heavily in his ear. Up above, she caught sight of their reflections entangled together in the mirror over his bed. It was such an erotic sight that it seemed to increase her arousal further. His pale body on top of hers, her dark limbs wrapped around him, their skin glistening with sweat, her flushed face nestled against his head. Spirits, had she ever seen a sexier sight? She knew it would be one that would be forever burned into her eyes and mind.
More pleasured sounds escaped her as they moved together, and to Katara’s astonishment, she felt another orgasm approaching. So soon? How was that possible? They’d barely started. And yet she felt it coming. And she didn’t just feel it coming, she felt how big it was going to be.
“I feel it too!” the Painted Lady cried in her head. “It’s pulling us together. Can you feel it, Katara? It’s syncing us up, binding our souls together as one.”
Yes, Katara could feel it. Rather than just feeling the Painted Lady’s pleasure in addition to her own, as they steadily became one, their shared pleasure blended together to become even greater, just like before. The sensation was overwhelming, and Katara reached down to grasp Zuko’s rear, helping to pull him into her with each of his thrusts. It was almost as if each of his thrusts was pushing her and the Painted Lady closer together, meshing their spirits into one being. And as they fell into sync, her pleasure sky-rocketed as she and the Painted Lady merged into one.
“I’m cumming!” she shouted, unable to contain her voice. “Oh, spirits, I’m cumming so hard! AHHH!!!”
Her world shattered, her vision dissolving away in a flash of white light, and all she knew was pure ecstasy. There was no longer a Katara or a Painted Lady, just one single female screaming to the universe. At least until the orgasm came to an end, then they came apart once more, both of them panting and sputtering, one out loud, the other in Katara’s head.
“Great Tui…” Katara mumbled deliriously when she was capable of words once more. “I’ve never… cum that hard… in my life…”
Her words elicited a groan from Zuko as he resumed thrusting into her, apparently having paused to let them both enjoy her orgasm. “Shit, Katara, when you say things like that…”
Realization suddenly hit Katara as to what she had just said. Truthfully, she hadn’t even meant to say that, those had simply been her inner thoughts that, in her pleasure dazed state, she had ended up speaking them out loud. It was embarrassing and shameful to admit that Zuko had made her cum harder than her husband ever had, but there was the truth of it.
Had she not already felt as if she were melting, she might have felt herself heating further in embarrassment. And even more mortifying, she had been speaking about her own pleasure alone, not what she felt from the Painted Lady, or from when they had merged. How was she ever going to look Aang in the eye now with that truth hanging over her? He was by no means a bad lover, quite the contrary, but compared to Zuko…
But then all thought faded away completely as Zuko began driving into her even more aggressively. Her words, it seemed, had triggered him to be even more passionate. Reaching between them, he grabbed her breast, squeezing it tightly, and Katara cried out and arched her back in response. Her arms and legs had fallen away from him as she came down from her high, and she now grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets, twisting and pulling at them as he proceeded to drive into her.
For the next several minutes, she was lost to the pleasure as Zuko moved in and over her, their lips meeting in wet, deep kisses, sucking and tasting each other’s skin, undoubtedly leaving love bites behind. But somewhere in the midst of all that, she suddenly became conscious of the fact that she had released the sheets with one hand and was running it up and down Zuko’s sweaty back. And it had not been a subconscious decision on her part. In fact, her hand was still running up and down his back, feeling his muscles flexing beneath his skin with every thrust.
What more, her other hand was now joining the first, embracing the Fire Lord and trying to touch him everywhere at once. And no, it was not her doing this. It only took a few seconds more for her to realize that it was the Painted Lady; the spirit had taken control of her arms and was using them to pull Zuko closer to her.
“What are you…?” Katara somehow managed to pull together in her head through the sheer bliss she was feeling.
“Please,” the Painted Lady practically begged her. “I can’t take it anymore. I know I said that we would give you and the Fire Lord time to ease you into this, but I can’t hold back any longer. Please, let us participate.”
Katara hesitated, feeling some apprehension of having both the Blue Spirit and the Painted Lady actually take part in the sex rather than just let it be between her and Zuko. She wasn’t sure why; she knew what this would involve when she initially agreed to the ritual with Aang; the spirits’ participation had been a given all along. Plus, the Painted Lady had been very helpful and encouraging through this whole thing. Could she really deny her at this point? She’d already let her take charge a few times anyway. Was allowing full participation at this point much of a difference? It would come to that eventually anyway.
“Ok,” she consented to the Painted Lady, and made no attempt to stop the spirit from touching where and how she wanted. “Ok…”
She felt the Painted Lady’s joy, and the spirit began to fully engage in the sex as well. And from Zuko’s sudden extra show of enthusiasm, she knew the Blue Spirit had gotten involved as well, essentially turning the sex into a foursome involving two bodies that each of them shared the sensations they experienced with their respective spirits.
It was… different, Katara supposed was the best way to put it. A little awkward and embarrassing too. As Katara touched and caressed Zuko somewhere, the Painted Lady had her do the same elsewhere. When she felt too overwhelmed by sensation to move or when she was simply taking hold of the sheets or one of Zuko’s limbs, the Painted Lady gave her hands something to occupy themselves with. As she lay there with her mouth open, panting and moaning, the Painted Lady took over and had her kissing, licking, and nipping at her lover and sucking at his skin to leave numerous marks decorating him.
Zuko was just as active as she was. He had already proved to be an aggressive lover, a trait that Katara very much enjoyed, but with the Blue Spirit getting involved, he was even rougher, and both Katara and the Painted Lady utterly relished in it. Zuko was very highly skilled in bed, much better, she reluctantly acknowledged, than her own husband. Aang was very skilled himself, but he still paled in comparison to the fiery passion of the Fire Lord. And with the Blue Spirit adding his own timeless skills into the mix, it was an experience that utterly blew Katara’s mind beyond anything she thought possible.
“Sweet La, Tui, and Yue, I’m going to cum again!” Katara all but screeched as Zuko pounded her into the mattress.
She had long since lost track of the number of times she had cum since he had first entered her, each new orgasm impossibly seemed to increase in intensity and length, reducing her to a sweaty, wailing mess. She even ended up squirting quite a few times, something she had never been able to do more than once, and on very rare occasions, twice during sex the past. For hours they made fierce, passionate love that only seemed to somehow become even better and better.
Quite frankly, she began to wonder if Zuko’s stamina was endless, as by the feel of the position of the moon, which her senses of seemed to have amplified dramatically with the Painted Lady inside her, she surmised that it had to have been nearly three hours since he had cum down her throat, the length of which she had spent almost entirely on her back, sides, or stomach; Zuko, the Blue Spirit, or both clearly loved to be on top, which neither Katara nor the Painted Lady had any complaints about.
But after this latest announcement of her upcoming orgasm, Zuko, who had been in the process of sucking on her nipple, lifted his face from her breasts. “I’m close too. I can’t hold back any longer.”
At his words, Katara suddenly remembered Toph’s jokes and the Blue Spirit’s follow-up remark of how virile and potent Zuko was. Deciding it would be best to avoid any chance of pregnancy despite the contraceptive herbs she planned on taking later, and also because having him finish inside her felt like something only her husband had the right to do, she was about to tell him not to cum in her. However, before she could speak, the Painted Lady not only seized control of her vocal cords, cutting off her speech, but also her legs that had been sticking straight up in the air with her toes curled, and they suddenly came down and locked around Zuko’s waist.
“What are you doing?” Katara practically demanded of the Painted Lady through the onslaught of pleasure on her senses.
“Don’t let him pull out!” the spirit told her. “You must complete the mating. Having your lover finish inside of you is part of it.”
If Katara thought she couldn’t feel anymore guilty for what she was doing, she was wrong. “But that’s… What if I get pregnant?”
“Use the contraceptive herbs,” the Painted Lady replied simply. “But you must let him cum in you. Not just as part of the ritual in general, but because you want it. You desire to feel him explode inside you, to feel him fill you with his seed and to have his essence inside you. I feel your desire for it, you wish to experience it. You long for it.”
“That… can’t be…”
But it was true, she did desire it. She sensed the Painted Lady sense her desire, a rather strange form of awareness, and could not deny that she did indeed wish to feel it. And as she dug her nails into his back, leaving behind yet another trail of red marks that already covered his chest and back, she voiced her desires, unfiltered.
“Cum in me!” she shouted, and then the Painted Lady cried out in the request as well. “Oh, sweet spirits, cum in me!”
As she said it, she hadn’t realized just how much she actually wanted it until she voiced it. Ritual requirements aside, it was almost infuriating to think that the Painted Lady sensed and recognized her and her desires better than she knew them herself. Or maybe the spirit was simply more honest since she wasn’t being held back by any form of immorality the way Katara was. And perhaps her desire to feel him cum in her was also the Painted Lady’s own desire that she was sensing. Yes, that had to be it, and imagining that being the case helped to ease her guilt.
Letting out a growl, Zuko rose up to his knees, forcing Katara to unlock her legs as he turned her partly on her side, hugging her leg to his chest as he thrusted into her furiously. “I intend to, my love,” he said, in what was clearly the Blue Spirit talking. “We’re going to claim you completely.”
His words had a surprisingly profound effect on Katara, pushing her right to the edge, and she felt herself and the Painted Lady begin to sync up as the spirit in question spoke. “Yes, my love, yes! Cum in me! Let us cum together!”
Somehow through the whirlpool of sensation, Katara managed to retain enough of her sense to respond to that. “No! I can’t! Not at the same time. Not with someone other than my husband, no matter how much I wish to feel it. That’s too much. It’s too intimate.”
“My desires in this matter too, Katara,” the Painted Lady reminded her. “As do my mate’s. It’s not just about you and the Fire Lord. All our needs and desires must be met as well in order for the ritual to be completed. To deny us or yourselves any fulfillment is still holding back.”
Katara almost wanted to scream in frustration. She truly didn’t have any option but to completely give herself over, her entire self. And as she dug her nails into Zuko’s back, she allowed the last strands of restraint to snap, giving all of herself over to Zuko and taking everything of his in return. She allowed the Painted Lady to fill her as they synced up, and moments later, the most intense climax yet hit her.
And she and Zuko did indeed cum at the same time, down to the very millisecond in fact, so close together and so in sync with each other that had Katara been in any state of mind to think at all, she would have thought that the two spirits inside them had somehow timed it. As her orgasm washed over her, she felt Zuko bury himself as deeply inside her as physically possible as he erupted, filling her womb with his essence. She could feel his seed blast against her inner walls, searing hot and with enough force that she felt every spurt.
The sensation sent her orgasm to even higher heights as she wrapped her whole body around his, hugging him as tightly as she could to keep him as close to possible and feel as much of his body as she could. He was clinging to her as well, cradling her head, and his lips slammed over hers, his tongue finding its way into her mouth, seeking out hers. She screamed into his mouth and he swallowed down her cries, keeping them as joined together as two people could physically be.
Katara had no idea that such a level of pleasure was possible, and she had been thinking that with every past orgasm she’d had thus far. But the feeling of her and Zuko cumming together was unimaginable, and the additional stimuli from the effects of the ritual, there was no word in any language, mortal or spirit, for it. Pleasure was far too tame of a description; it didn’t even come close to describing it, it was simply the closest thing the human mind could comprehend in comparison.
She didn’t just orgasm though, she experienced a chain orgasm, each one immediately leading to another, almost as if every spurt of Zuko’s cock set off a new, more powerful one. She remembered thinking that surely she would die from it, or that her mind would simply break, and that was her last actual thought before she ceased to think entirely and could only feel. And then, suddenly, there was nothing.
Eventually though, her brain started functioning again. She had no awareness of when she had become capable of thought again, nor was she aware of just how long her orgasm lasted or when it ended, she had simply become aware of the fact that her thought process had resumed. It had simply been too much pleasure for her human mind to handle.
“Katara? Katara? Wake up.”
As she regained consciousness further, her eyes fluttered open to see Zuko’s concerned face hovering over his. His hair was a mess, sticking to his sweaty, flustered face, but his eyes held worry in them, worry for her.
“What… happened…?” she asked, still regaining her senses.
More color filled Zuko’s cheeks and his eyes darted to the side. “You… uh… you kind of… passed out…”
Katara blinked a few times, trying to wrap her head around his words. “Passed… out…?”
Suddenly, it hit her, and she felt her face go crimson. She’d passed out? She’d actually passed out? That had never happened to her before. To think Zuko had managed to bring her such pleasure that it had been so intense that her brain had actually shut down. It was… well, she wasn’t sure what. Embarrassing, perhaps?
“I really passed out?” she asked in disbelief, feeling her face heat further. But then came the sudden realization. “Wait, we finished?”
Still not looking at her, Zuko nodded. “We did.”
“Then…” She turned her focus inward, seeking out the Painted Lady. A moment later, she didn’t even know why she bothered checking, as she could still sense the spirit’s presence within her.
“Still here,” the Painted Lady unnecessarily told her out loud, her voice sounding apologetic.
Katara’s spirits came crashing down as she looked at Zuko questioningly. Once again, she didn’t know why she bothered. If the Painted Lady was still inside her, then the ritual hadn’t been completed, meaning the Blue Spirit was still in him as well. He confirmed that a moment later with a shake of his head.
“It didn’t work,” she said unnecessarily. “They’re still inside us.”
Zuko spoke, but based on his tone and speech pattern, she could tell it was actually the Blue Spirit. “It doesn’t surprise me. Even with actual couples, it can take more than once, and the two of you are not a couple. I didn’t think it would work after just once.”
His tone suddenly changed, indicating that it was now actually Zuko speaking. “Great,” he grumbled in dismay. “Then what do we do?”
Katara couldn’t help but feel a prick of sadness at his tone. She knew he hadn’t meant it as in he found sex with her repulsive or anything though. Quite the contrary, she knew how much he enjoyed it, because she had enjoyed it just as much. It had been, without the slightest doubt, the most amazing and incredible sex of her life.
And therein lied the problem. Sex with Zuko had been good, too good. In fact, she reluctantly admitted, but couldn’t deny, it had been vastly superior to even the best sex with her husband. And she felt horribly guilty for that. And she knew that Zuko felt just as bad as her, maybe even worse with his code of honor he tried to follow. That had been the reason behind the misery in his words.
And not only that, but because if the Blue Spirit and the Painted Lady were still inside them, then there was no need for Zuko to have asked the question, for she already knew the answer. And upon catching Zuko’s gaze, she knew that he already knew it too.
“You’ll have to do it again,” the Painted Lady told her unnecessarily.
Even though Katara had already known that, she still let out a resigned sigh at the confirmation, letting her head fall back and closing her eyes in dismay. “Zuko…”
“I know…” he replied, and she felt his head drop down onto her breasts, albeit not in a sexual manner. “Agni, I hate myself right now.”
And she hated herself right now too. But more than that, she hated that he hated himself for something he was roped into against his will, and she swore then and there that she was never going to get involved with any rituals involving spirits again; they were clearly more trouble than they were worth.
“This was a start,” the Painted Lady reassured her. “The two of you did well. But I should apologize, for I forgot myself. From now on, I will work on keeping you conscious so you do not pass out like that again; the pleasure of the ritual can indeed be too much for the human mind. In any case, you and I were doing well to fall in sync with each other during climax. And the more you mate with the Fire Lord and familiarize yourselves with each other’s bodies and increase your intimacy, the closer the two of you will become. Eventually, you’ll reach the point where the ritual will–”
“Please, stop talking,” Katara begged, trying hard not to think about the fact that she was going to have to cheat on her husband at least one more time.
As they laid there, basking in the afterglow of their sex, Katara began running her fingers through Zuko’s damp hair in an attempt to sooth him as she contemplated their situation before finally speaking. “Hey, Zuko.”
“Hmm?” he mumbled against her breasts.
“You know we’re going to have to… go at it again, right?”
She felt her cheeks heat at the truth of her words, even as she felt her stomach clench in anticipation as it remembered the pleasure Zuko had brought her.
“Mmm-hmm,” he grumbled a few moments later.
Biting her lip, she decided that she might as well admit the full truth. “Actually, we may end up needing to try several more times before we’re successful.”
This time, she felt him sigh against her before he lifted his head to look at her. “Probably. And the fact that I can’t help but to look forward to it makes me feel all the worse.” His expression shifted to indicate that he was listening to something the Blue Spirit was telling him before he hissed at the spirit. “I don’t care if I’m only human and it’s a natural physical reaction; she’s still my best friend’s wife!”
And that, Katara realized was likely the primary problem of why they had failed to complete the ritual. Because she was Aang’s wife, because they felt guilty for doing this, it was ruining the experience. How could they truly and fully enjoy something they felt horrible about. These thoughts and feelings were interfering, preventing them from finding complete fulfillment and satisfaction, regardless of how carnally gratifying their sex was.
Katara chewed on her bottom lip as she struggled to find the right words for this. “Well, you see, if that’s the case, if the ritual is more about…” she blushed, “intimacy than simply the physical act, then maybe we should try more slow and intimate.”
She had no idea if her suggestion had merit, but if fucking each other raw as they had been the past few hours hadn’t done it, then maybe actually making love would be more sufficient.
But a moment after she voiced her thoughts, the Painted Lady spoke out loud to both her and Zuko. “The type of copulation does not matter. It’s about the two of you reaching the right state physically, mentally, and emotionally. The pace is irrelevant.”
Katara couldn’t help but to scowl at that before taking back control of her own voice. “Yeah, I got that, but maybe if we… make love instead of simply fuck each other’s brains out, it’ll help get us there.”
She was somewhat surprised by her harsh tone and use of profanity, but she was frustrated, both over the situation and sexually. Realizing that she and Zuko would have to have sex again, that she would experience that level of pleasure again, had her body already tingling in anticipation. And the feel of Zuko’s hard, naked body on top of her own wasn’t doing her any favors. She honestly couldn’t believe she was this sexually frustrated after having had sex for hours, and she chalked it up to the Painted Lady affecting her.
“Slow and intimate,” Zuko repeated thoughtfully. Then he nodded. “I can do slow and intimate.”
Katara nodded, even as she felt apprehension mix with her anticipation. Making love as opposed to just fucking felt like an even bigger betrayal to her husband, but if it would put an end to this ritual…
Her heart once again began racing in her chest as Zuko moved to lay over her. She knew that this time the sex was going to be even more intimate than before, and thanks to the ritual, it was already far more intimate than anything she had ever experienced or thought possible. It added to the apprehension and made her even more anxious.
Hoping it would help calm her nerves if she had more control, she reached between them and took hold of his member. Zuko let out a light growl in response and she felt the Painted Lady’s approval at the initiative she was taking, telling her that her being more comfortable and more active would help to complete the ritual. Katara had worked that much out for herself, having picked up the necessities this ritual needed in order to be fulfilled. And so she pressed the head of Zuko’s cock against her entrance and inserted the tip.
Zuko took over from there, and she released him as he pushed his way into her with exquisite slowness. They both let out simultaneous groans as he filled her, and she twisted the sheets in her grip as he lowered his full weight on top of her. The Painted Lady let out a moan of delight in Katara’s head as he was fully sheathed inside her, and her breasts flattened erotically against his hard chest.
Just the simple act of having him inside her was enough to make Katara feel on the verge of orgasm, and her toes curled in pleasure as she twisted the sheets further in her grasp. Her eyes, having rolled up into her head as Zuko filled her, fluttered open and looked up at the Fire Lord’s face hovering above her own. Her gaze was drawn to the beads of sweat running down it, and she had to resist the urge to lick them up, ignoring the Painted Lady’s encouragement for her to do so.
Neither she nor Zuko moved for a bit, the spirits within them seemingly giving them the time to simply feel each other. But then Zuko slowly began moving. He didn’t so much as start thrusting as he did rock his hips into hers. The feeling caused Katara’s eyes to flutter as the air left her lungs in a lengthy exhale. The Painted Lady took some initiative then as she lifted her head and licked Zuko’s lips.
After that initiative, when the Painted Lady rested Katara’s head back down, Zuko slowly lowered his head and kissed her tenderly. Katara opened up to him of her own volition, and their tongues began leisurely rubbing against each other. Zuko gently cradled her head in his hands as he began making slow circular motions with his hips, stirring into her while remaining buried deep, and she moaned into his mouth. Of her own accord, she released the bedsheets and wrapped her arms around his neck. The Painted Lady took over her legs though, curling them around Zuko’s as he steadily moved within her.
Their whole bodies remained in full contact as they sweetly made love. It was indeed a deep feeling of intimacy. Different, yet deliciously pleasurable in its own way from the hard, frantic sex they’d been having up until now, amplified even further by the effects of the ritual. Soon they began moving together, their bodies sliding together erotically, like the waves coming in and going out on the beach, causing Katara to see stars every time he filled her.
Katara found herself rising to new heights, feeling as if she were reaching a higher plain of existence she never knew existed. The Painted Lady participated in their love making as well, touching Zuko where and how she wanted, and Katara assumed the Blue Spirit was doing the same in his body. Regardless, it brought forth a level of intimacy with him that Katara had never known was possible, and it gave her yet another new understanding of the purpose of the ritual.
It took longer for her to climax this way, but it was a different kind of enjoyment from their passionate trysts, one that hit her emotionally as well as physically. And as she felt her orgasm approach, she felt her and the Painted Lady’s spirits converge once more. And when her climax hit, it wasn’t as powerful, but it felt deeper, sweeter, causing her skin to break out in goose-bumps and her whole body to shiver, her fingers and toes curling as she whimpered in Zuko’s mouth.
When her orgasm ended, it left Katara feeling like an emotional wreck. Tears spilled from her eyes that Zuko gently wiped away as the Painted Lady whispered words of support in her head. No words were exchanged between the two lovers though as they continued their slow love making, and Zuko brought her to orgasm four more times.
After the second time, however, something different happened. After Katara’s world was shattered and repaired in the most exquisite way, there was no separation between her and the Painted Lady like before. Rather, the two remained joined as a single entity, both in body and in soul as they were swept away by their lover.
They remained as one all throughout their third and fourth climax, including the lengthy period of love making it took to get them there. After the fourth one though, they became two individuals once more, albeit still in the same body. Truthfully though, their lengthy merged period frightened Katara, making her fear as if she had been losing herself.
“No,” the Painted Lady had assured her. “That was more of the result we were looking for. We’re meant to lose ourselves in each other thusly. This was progress. Our goal is to completely give ourselves over to and merge with our lover in the same way. As the four of us become one, that will fulfill the ritual, and when we separate once more, my mate and I will be detached from your souls and be released from your bodies.”
This explanation gave Katara a better understanding of how the ritual worked and why quick and meaningless sex wouldn’t fulfill it. But the thought of reaching a point where she completely merged with Zuko, and apparently the Blue Spirit and the Painted Lady as well, was almost scary. No wonder it was considered the ultimate form of intimacy; you couldn’t get much more intimate than literally becoming one being with another person. And she assumed that it was during the separation process where they would leave a piece of their souls within each other, or however the whole imprinting or whatever process worked; she still didn’t know how to feel about that.
It was as her fifth orgasm began to approach though that the Painted Lady took things to yet an even higher level of intimacy. With her arms and legs wrapped around Zuko, both of them with their faces buried in the other’s necks, Katara began to pick up on the speed and force of Zuko’s thrusts, as well as the disruption of his rhythm.
“He’s getting close,” the Painted Lady told her. “Look at him.”
“W-What…?” Katara asked, somehow managing to formulate thoughts through her hazy mind.
“Look into his eyes as he cums,” the spirit clarified. “Cum together. Let him see you as well.”
In that moment, Aang’s face suddenly flashed in her mind, and she squeezed her eyes shut instead. “I… can’t. That’s too much.”
“That is the point, Katara. Were you and the Fire Lord not trying to make this as intimate as possible?”
“But I… I don’t know if I can.”
But then, whether the Painted Lady had somehow communicated with her mate or if he chose to act on his own, he lifted his face out of Katara’s neck and grasped her head, forcing her to look at him.
“Look at me, girl,” he commanded. “I would see my mate’s pleasure in your eyes when we cum.”
Even if he hadn’t been holding her head, Katara knew she would have been unable to look away from Zuko’s golden gaze. Whether that was because it was the Painted Lady keeping her eyes locked on Zuko’s or because she herself was completely mesmerized by them, she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to try and break down the situation. But then she and the Painted Lady were syncing up again, and a few moments later, her mouth fell open in a silent cry with only small whimpers escaping her.
She felt Zuko swell within her before his cock began spurting against her inner walls as he came right along with her, and they were looking each other in the eye all the while. It did indeed heighten the intimacy further, just as Katara knew it would. But as they shared their climax, something strange began to happen.
Katara’s vision began to alter. She saw what looked like a vision of herself, her face a mask of ecstasy. It was transparent and barely visible, almost like a ghost. And with this vision came new, foreign sensations, just the mere brushing of them, like the light dusting of a feather, but all were highly pleasant. And whatever this new experience was, it too amplified her orgasm even further.
But as she and the Painted Lady separated, this new experience came to an end, and her vision returned to normal, the image of herself fading away. Katara was now left in not just a completely euphoric state, but also one of confusion.
“What was that?” she asked the Painted Lady. “I… or I guess, we started seeing things. And feelings things too. What happened?”
“We got closer,” the spirit explained. “You began to see and feel what your lover was feeling, as did he, as you started to come together. It was just the start of it, but that’s why you saw yourself, you were starting to see through his eyes and feel what he was feeling.”
Pure, raw embarrassment gripped Katara. “Wait, but if I was… then you mean he was also….?”
“Indeed. But again, this was just the scrapping of the surface. When you more successfully unite with him, you will feel what he feels in full, as if you were actually him, just as he will you. This is, of course, in addition to what you yourself are already feeling. And that includes mine and my mate’s experiences as well.”
Katara felt her face burn with embarrassment. Going by what the Painted Lady was telling her, she was going to be feeling Zuko’s pleasure as her own, and he would feel hers as if it were his own. And while she couldn’t help but have her curiosity quipped at how she would experience what sex and orgasm would feel like as a man, the thought that Zuko would feel her own pleasure, the same way she and the Painted Lady were feeling each other’s, was so embarrassing that she thought she would die.
“It didn’t work,” Zuko said in dismay, pulling Katara from her thoughts. “Again.”
She glanced at him shyly, finding it difficult to meet his eyes in light of what they just experienced and what they had yet to experience together. “No, it didn’t.”
His brow furrowed as he scowled, and his gaze shifted upward slightly as he addressed the Blue Spirit. “I thought us making love instead of just screwing was supposed to do it.”
A moment later, his mannerism changed as his spirit spoke, apparently finding it necessary to answer out loud for Katara to hear. “Neither my mate nor I ever made such a claim. In fact, I believe my mate told you that the type of sex does not matter. It’s a level of intimacy during the act that needs to reached. The way you reach it, be it with intense pleasure or tender ecstasy is irrelevant. You simply chose to give love making a try to see if it would work.”
His mannerism changed back to Zuko after that, and the Fire Lord scowled in frustration. “Damn it.”
Resisting the urge to sigh, Katara reached up and cupped his face in reassurance. “Hey, we got closer though. Didn’t you feel it?”
She watched as color filled his cheeks and he averted his eyes. “Y-Yeah, I did. I could almost see what you were seeing. And I could… feel things…”
Katara felt more heat fill her own face. “I… I could to…” Then she remembered what the Painted Lady told her. “B-But we’re getting closer. So I guess we just have to…” she too averted her eyes, “keep trying…”
They shyly laid there like that for the next few seconds, both too embarrassed to make eye contact. But then Katara suddenly felt Zuko grow hard inside her once more. A gasp escaped her and she reflexively looked up at Zuko, who seemed surprised by his own body’s reaction; it couldn’t have been more than two minutes since he came. A giggle from the Painted Lady, however, let Katara know that the Blue Spirit had had a hand in Zuko’s recovery time.
“Sorry,” he mumbled in embarrassment. “I mean, I’m generally a fast recovery, and I can last a long time, but recovery this fast and lasting this long is more than even I’m capable of.”
He was obviously talking to try and make the situation less awkward. Katara couldn’t blame him, but she felt like he was only making it worse. Besides, the Painted Lady was affecting her as well. At this point, after this much sex and this many orgasms, not to mention how strong they had been, she would be utterly exhausted; though now that she thought about it, she never had this many orgasms before, nor had they been half as strong as the ones Zuko gave her. And the spiritual amplification that came with them was more than she could comprehend.
“I-It’s… It’s fine,” she told him. “It’s a good thing actually since we need to keep going. So I guess we should… try again?”
Zuko sighed. “I guess so. Nothing like letting the guilt pile up further.” Then he looked upward before saying quietly, “I don’t know, I’ll ask.” He glanced back down at her, looking bashful. “So, um, did you want to… uh… try being on top? Maybe that will work?”
Katara felt herself blush, but she felt the Painted Lady’s eagerness at the thought of being in control. Well, of her and Katara being in control. “I… suppose we could try that, yeah…”
Zuko nodded and extracted his hardened cock from Katara’s depths. He then rolled off her and onto his back. Katara sat up, but had a little trouble moving since her legs didn’t seem to want to work properly. She still managed to throw a leg over Zuko though and straddled him.
More heat filled her cheeks as she loomed over Zuko, bracing her hands on his hard chest, his cock nestled against the crack of her ass. She was on full display to him like this, and it caused her to blush even more, though she wasn’t sure why, as he had already seen everything she had to offer before they’d even moved to the bed.
Her breathing was already heavy as she stared down at Zuko, admiring his body, and he looked up at her. She could feel his heart beating fast under her palms, and it matched her own racing heart. Deciding not to put it off any longer, she lifted herself up and reached back, taking hold of his length. Lining him up, she inserted his head, and then allowed herself to sink down onto him, letting gravity assist her.
Her eyes rolled up into her head as he slid into her until her hips met his and she was sitting on him, his length fully sheathed. In this position, with her weight boring down on him, he somehow penetrated her even deeper, feeling him not just touching the mouth of her womb, but actually pushing against her cervix, to the point where his tip was practically poking inside it. The sensation caused her to see stars, and it was only when her lungs began burning that she realized that she was holding her breath, and she let it out in a whoosh, a moan escaping her in the process.
Looking back down at Zuko, she balanced herself on his chest and began riding him, setting a rhythm. Zuko grasped her hips and matched her pace, and the two moved together in a new but equally as pleasurable dance. Katara came six more times this way, their speed shifting from slow to fast to steady during each session. Each explosive climax was just as pleasurable as the last, but none of them ending with the ritual being completed, not even when Zuko came inside her while she was in the midst of yet another mind-numbing orgasm.
There was nothing to do after that but to try again. And with the Blue Spirit aiding in Zuko’s recovery time, they were at it again not even three minutes later with Katara on her hands and knees with Zuko thrusting away behind her, yanking on her braid as he did so.
And so it went on all throughout the night in a variety of positions and paces. The Blue Spirit and the Painted Lady were active participants as well, touching when, where, and however they wanted. Katara felt driven out of her mind with pleasure, with each orgasm feeling impossible more powerful than the last. Yet no matter how many times she or Zuko came, the two spirits remained firmly attached to them. And with the Painted Lady and Blue Spirit energizing them, they quite literally had Katara and Zuko going all night.
But not even that could last forever. And it was just as the first rays of morning light began to shine through the window that the energy boosts the spirits provided the two Benders began to run out, and their stamina started to dwindle.
At the moment, Zuko was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over the side. Katara sat in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as she bounced in his lap, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she moved. Zuko’s own arms were wrapped around her mid-section, his hands pressed against her back to hold her close.
Katara’s eyes were squeezed shut as she moved up and down, feeling what felt like her millionth orgasm approaching. But with her spirit-given stamina diminishing, both she and the Painted Lady became almost desperate to seek that explosion of pleasure before her strength gave out completely.
“Oh, La! Oh, La!” she cried out in ecstasy as she thrusted her hips at Zuko.
Zuko was letting out grunts of his own in time with her cries, pulling her against him to aid her movements. Katara continued to shout out her pleasure before slamming her lips to his, practically forcing her tongue down his throat. The Painted Lady was just as lost in sensation as her, both of them acting more on instinct than thought as pure jubilance overtook them.
As Katara bounced in Zuko’s lap, she felt a shift in her hair. The tie at the bottom of her braid finally flopped off from all their activity, and her braid came loose. As she continued bouncing on Zuko’s hard cock, her sweat-damp hair unraveled, opening like a curtain that began sticking and slapping against her back in time with her movements. It was such a minor thing, and yet almost felt… symbolic in a way as Katara pushed herself towards the end, feeling herself and the Painted Lady become one once more.
Tearing her mouth from Zuko’s, she threw her head back and hugged him to her. The Fire Lord buried his face in her breasts, and she shouted her pleasure to the heavens as she felt herself peaking. “I’m gonna cum! Oh, spirits, I’m going to cum!”
“Me too,” Zuko said into her chest. “Let’s cum together. End this damn ritual.”
“Yes!” Katara cried in agreement, though she wasn’t entirely sure what she was agreeing to. “Yes! Yes! YESSSSS!!!”
Her orgasm tore through her, hitting her in an explosive rush. Even as her eyes flew open, she saw a white flash of light fill her vision as the greatest of pleasure surged through her. She could feel Zuko cumming right along with her, and once again caught some of the sensations he was experiencing as well, and her limbs tightened around him with bone-crushing force.
Katara had never known such pleasure, never known it could exist. She’d thought that about her previous orgasms, and yet each one took her to new heights. And this one was the highest of all, and it seemed to last forever. Her lips mashed against Zuko’s as her hands grabbed at his hair, pressing against the back of his head. And as her orgasm came to an end, she broke the kiss, but pressed her face to his as her mouth fell open, desperately sucking down air as they clung to each other.
They slowly came down from their high, and as they did so, fatigue hit them hard, like a tsunami of exhaustion slamming into her as the last traces of energy the Painted Lady was providing her with seeped out of her. The same seemed to be true for Zuko, as he simply flopped back on the bed, taking her with him. He used what seemed to be the last of his strength to shift his body to bring his legs up and onto the bed so he could lay down properly.
Katara, however, was completely out of energy. She was so tired that she almost felt sick with exhaustion. She could still feel Zuko inside her, but she didn’t have the strength to move so much as an inch. And considering that she and Zuko had to have been vigorously going at it for a good eight hours or more thanks to their spirits energizing them, it wasn’t surprising. But with that energy used up, never mind falling asleep, she was on the verge of straight-up passing out right here on top of Zuko while he was still inside her.
“We… failed…” she panted in a light whisper, struggling to stay awake.
“I know…” Zuko breathed sounding completely out of energy himself and also on the verge of falling asleep himself. “So what… now…?”
Katara didn’t even have the energy to think about it, let alone respond to him. But just before sleep claimed her, she felt the Painted Lady take control of her mouth and voice to provide the answer she couldn’t.
“We try again tomorrow.”

(A/N: Well, that was a bust. But really, did you expect it to work after just one night. Both are burdened by guilt and keep dwelling on how wrong what they're doing is. Kind of hard to find true fulfillment with that hanging over you. Which posses the question, exactly how long is this going to go on for and how are they going to get past that obstacle? The final part will be out next week, so stay tuned.)
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