Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: The Legend of Korra, any historical figures or events, or easily recognizable persons, places or things. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction

Chapter List
- 29
- 30
- 31
Chapter 29
Zuko cursed loudly as he released a second batch of seed in her. His flesh remained semi-hard and he was unsatisfied. He felt empty. He had asked what would she do when given two unfavorable alternatives and she’d been the one who told him to give up his morals for the greater good. He had no doubt his rough treatment of her had no doubt saved her from Yan, Asami and several other’s machinations, but he felt as though a part of him were dying. It was as if inner fire which sustained him was slowly flickering towards extinction.
Uncle Iroh had warned him about crisis of conscience when they were in Ba Sing Se and how it could affect his Firebending but this was a different type of pain than what he felt after freeing the bison. This felt a thousand times worse. He’d taken her from behind so he wouldn’t have to see her crying face but he still felt every sob wrack through her body as she struggled beneath him.
He’d had her in this fashion yesterday and it didn’t leave him with such a hollow feeling, but yesterday he’d been a virgin. He’d taken her again this afternoon. She had been sleeping on her back when he lifted her dress tails, undid her bindings, and used her until his dragon was limp and well rested.
But earlier she had not willingly kissed him. Earlier she had not smiled at him. Earlier she had not been his only ally in the viper’s nest his father called a banquet. Earlier she had not counseled him, giving him advice that would lead directly to both their ruin. Earlier she had not moaned and rubbed her breast against him as he sucked his mark on her neck. Earlier her she had not gotten wet for him. Earlier his fingers had not felt her phoenix flutter its wings. Earlier he had not licked her taste from them. Earlier he did not know what she sounded like when she came. Earlier he was still unsure of his feelings, now he was certain.
He liked her. He, Crown Prince of the Fire Nation liked the Avatar’s Waterbender.
Zuko slid out of her and rolled her onto her back. He wiped her tears away and began to feel the return of his inner flame. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently. He retrieved the key to the cuffs and removed the strange underwear he’d soiled as well as the rest of his clothing before lowering his body back onto hers. He undid her chains, kissing her chafed wrists and promised not use the cuffs again.
Zuko linked his fingers with hers and kissed her deeply; feeling his inner flame getting stronger now that he was no longer hurting her. He pulled back slightly, keeping his lips against hers, stealing her breath as he sought to catch his. His eyes saw the fear, pain and confusion in her tear filled orbs; a perfect reflection of the turmoil he felt as well as anger, determination, and strength. It was the same obstinate look she’d worn when they’d fought at the North Pole. She was down but not out. He knew she would find a way to get up. That she, like him, was the type to fight to the bitter end.
Katara would be his source of strength until he could figure out how to get his plans back on track. She’d fought him to protect the Avatar. He’d fight his countrymen to protect her. Perhaps together they’d find away to get out of this alive and he’d be able to convince the Avatar to allow him to join their group as his Firebending teacher. And maybe, just maybe, he’d receive an overdue share of good luck and he would be able repair the bond he’d formed beneath Ba Sing Se and rebuild the trust he’d shattered in the past 36 hours.
Even without luck, there had to be some way he could make up for what he’d done to her. Unwilling or not they were bonded; she was his first woman and he was her first man. He prayed that link would be strong enough for her to see that he sincerely wanted to end the war and she would not be his enemy when he took his rightful place as Fire Lord.
Zuko checked the candle to make sure it had returned to its regular flicker then resettled himself so that his mouth lay flush against her ear and began to whisper, “Katara, I’m sorry about what I just did and what I said earlier. I spoke the truth at the time, but now I see I have no choice in the matter. I know I haven’t given you a reason to trust me, but please believe me; I’m not your enemy. Everything I do from here on out will be to protect you and I hope that one day you’ll be able to see that and forgive me for my actions.”
“Stop lying and get it over with,” Katara said turning her head to the side and crying. “Finish it while my koalaotter is already hurting.”
“Koa-what?” Zuko blushed as he remembered what he’d been doing and the part of her anatomy it most likely referred to.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you, Katara, especially not there. I’m sorry that I did, but I had to join with you to make you my royal concubine and put you under my protection. We’ll talk more on the ship. The palace walls have eyes and ears,” he explained somberly while gazing at the wall hanging from which his father had watched them.
“You’re lying. Stop trying to confuse me by pretending to be nice. As soon as I fall asleep you’re going to rape me so why would I trust you?” She hissed not giving a care to her volume.
“I’m not lying Katara. I won’t do that again tonight. I know that…ah…coupling… hurts you,” Zuko said raising his head to look at her.
“Well do something with that maybe I’ll be more likely to believe you,” Katara said. Zuko was still unsatisfied and his hardness was poking against her thigh.
Zuko licked his lips then pressed them against hers. He placed one hand on either side of her thighs then slowly started to move. Katara braced herself expecting the pain to come any moment as the prince kissed her and worked his length between her legs. She was still anticipating him to do something after the stickiness coated her inner thighs; he’d found completion without breaching her entrance.
“I told you Katara. I’m not lying. Go to sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow,” Zuko said yawning. He kissed her cheek and placed his head on the pillow beside hers. He fell asleep quickly having achieved mental satisfaction well before the physical satisfaction provided by that last orgasm.

Katara was confused earlier, but now she was downright puzzled. Zuko was on top of her, he was hard, her vagina was exposed, but he’d rubbed his dick against her thighs until he came? He’d stopped raping her to rub himself off on her legs? He’d kissed her cheek goodnight and said they’d talk more tomorrow, but yet he still remained on top of her? She fell asleep while pondering his actions but only after he’d wrapped his arms around her and began lightly snoring in her ear.

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading, voting and reviewing.
CultOfStrawberry: Thank you for taking the time review. I enjoy your stories so it makes me very happy to hear that so far I am keeping them in character. This is my first Zutara story and characterization is one of my major concerns. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.
- 29
- 30
- 31
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Borealis: A Zutara Story