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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
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Chapter 31
Zuko wasn’t there when Azula presented their father with the Kyoshi warriors but he heard how much fun they had shooting lightning and fireballs at them after they’d been beaten and gang-raped. He turned and looked at Katara knowing that if he didn’t hurt her there were several others who would.
Katara also realized what his father was asking. She shook her head slowly, her lips were moving, begging him not to do it even though no words came out of them.
Zuko parted her legs; had it not been for his morning stiffness he would have long ago deflated. She gasped raggedly at the intrusion but made no other sounds. Zuko fisted the top sheet and tucked it beneath her when he latched his hands to her shoulders. At least he could afford her the dignity of being covered as he humored his father. Ozai wanted to hear her scream so he would make her. Zuko pulled out so only his tip remained in her and brutally slammed his hips forward. He repeated the action over and over, but Katara remained mute.
“Dammit, scream for me woman,” Zuko groaned in between thrusts. He pushed her knees to her chest for better access and grabbed her hips pulling as her toward him as increased the speed of his intense pounding. “Scream for me Katara.”

Ozai watched intently as his son ravaged the Waterbender. For lack of a better word, Zuko certainly was energetic. Even with his added weight, the bed lurched with the force of his son’s movements and he was certain the floor was scuffing. He placed a hand on her shaking ankle confirming the borderline convulsions were her own movements. But the girl was still not screaming. Perhaps Yan, Asami and countless others were right; her will was too great for Zuko to overpower.

Zuko’s back was growing tired and his penis was hurting. Katara’s eyes were vacuous as if she was completely unaware of what he was doing. He was hurting her. He’d promised not to hurt her and had just said that he didn’t want to have intercourse, but here he was doing both to cater to his father’s whims. Zuko stilled and lowered her legs. He hooked her ankles around his knees in what he hoped would be a more comfortable position for her. He placed his hands on either side of her head and lowered his body so that it continued to shield her breasts from his father’s view.
His long fingers caressed the sides of her temples and he peppered her face with kisses, as he spoke softly to her, “Katara, look at me Katara. I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. Look at me Katara, that’s right look at me.”
“Zuko?” Katara whimpered her eyes slowly regaining focus as her mind slowly returned from the haven to which it had retreated to escape the brutal pounding.
“That’s right, love. It’s me, Zuko. I’m here, Zuko’s here. Just open your eyes and look at me. I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?” he said quietly coaxing her as one would a frightened kitten and earning similar stripes as her nails dug into his back.
“That’s it, look at me, Katara,” Zuko said before lowering his mouth and kissing her gently as his lower half began moving. He left his manhood deep within her and took her in slow, shallow strokes, barely rocking his hips. He felt every inch of her walls quivering around him as he lightly stirred her center.
“So good, Katara, so good,” he moaned in her ear, moving his mouth away from hers so his father could hear her whimpers.
He held her tightly as she clung to him. The noises that she made were too heartbreaking to classify as sobs and she continued to do so well after the emptying of his ball sac ended physical ordeal for both of them. Zuko had closed his eyes and was resting his forehead against hers, gathering his breath thankful he’d no longer have a reason to torture her, when the applause started. He’d been so focused on Katara he’d almost forgotten about his father. He rolled off of her, paying no attention to his own nakedness as he carefully wrapped her in the sheet before pulling her protectively into his lap.
“Excellent, son, excellent,” Ozai crowed barely avoiding the wet spot as he scooted forward to lift the face of the Waterbender. The whites of her eyes had turned completely red from crying and highlighted the brilliant blue of her irises. As soon as he let go of her face she buried it in the crook of Zuko’s neck even thought he had been the one to brutalize her.
Zuko glared at his father and brought his hand up to rest on Katara’s head, shielding her face with his palm. He kissed her forehead murmuring quiet reassurances.

Ozai been worried when the girl had not screamed; he became angered when Zuko began coddling her. He’d completely underestimated his son. The moment Zuko treated her with a bit of kindness the girl began to make the most delightful noises. It was somewhere between a whimper and mewl. The last time he heard anything like it a kitten had been trampled by a komodo rhino then toyed with by a pit viper bulldog. The Waterbender sounded utterly defeated and completely inhuman.
“This is astonishing, Zuko,” Ozai said barely containing his excitement. The girl had closed her eyes and was drifting to sleep against his son’s chest. “This is better than Grandfather’s taming of the Airbenders.”
“Great-Grandfather Soizin?” Zuko asked confused. He massacred the race.
“No, not him,” Ozai said curtly, “Grandfather Soizin slaughtered every Airbender he laid eyes on. Grandfather Khan was at a different temple. He brought some of the little ones home as pets for my mother and uncle. When Uncle Uchi died Nima happily allowed Grandfather to swell her belly four times until she gave him two more male heirs. She was still following Grandfather around like a baby turtleduck on his dying day.”
“Zuko, you could completely break her,” Ozai said impressed.
Zuko pulled Katara more tightly to him, “I’m not Azula. I have no interest in breaking her. A broken toy is useless.”
Zuko clarified his statement when he saw his father’s look of disproval, knowing if he didn’t want to break her she could be given to plenty others who did, “It’s no fun riding a mount that’s been completely broken. It needs to retain some spirit and the desire for freedom to keep the ride exciting. I’m simply training her recognize her master and bend accordingly.”
“Yes, I suppose that is true,” Ozai said gently removing a tuft of Katara’s unruly locks sticking to Zuko’s cheek and tucking it behind her ear. He should have known his lovely Ursa would only give him worthy children. He never should have doubted the strength of the seed she almost gave her life to birth for him.
Ozai brushed Zuko’s bangs away from his forehead and in an uncharacteristic show of affection, gave his son a kiss. “I am glad you are home my son. It’s been too quiet without you these past three years.”
“Enjoy your playmate; I’ll make sure that you have her for as long as she holds your interest. As galling as it would be to the Avatar and his supporters to watch her belly rise with the Fire Prince’s bastard, do not get her pregnant. I have no desire to further taint our bloodline. Grandchild or not, I will end it.” Ozai said rising to his feet and ruffling his son’s hair again, “I will see you at lunch, Zuko.”
“You’ve only come home a short while ago and already you’re leaving before I get a chance to see in what other ways my clumsy little boy has become a man. I suppose there will be plenty of time for that after the comet,” Ozai said closing the door leaving Zuko alone with his conquest.
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