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Kiss of Fire	By : Spleef Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 75165 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kiss of Fire
Chapter 34 – Behind the Silk Screen
This chapter is set a while after the events of the last one, and is intended as a bonus chapter for those of you wanting spicy Zutara action before I move on to the final story arc.
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Autumn, 20 ASC (October, 1120)
Katara
It was not long after our anniversary that I decided to surprise my husband. He had been so loving and loyal to me ever since we had married, and he had truly treated me like a Queen, even though I hadn't asked it of him. Because of him and the things he had done for me and given me, I had found peace here. And how could I forget how he had chosen to celebrate our anniversary?
One good turn deserved another, didn't it? I remember well how nervous I had been on our wedding night. Now, over a year later, I was fully confident in bed. I welcomed him to the pleasures I had to offer. We had explored a myriad of ways to bring the other and ourselves to ecstasy. Whenever my husband gazed at me with desire in his golden eyes, I responded. Most of our activities were confined to the private space of our apartments, but there were a few times where Zuko was in a more... adventurous mood. I smiled to myself as I remembered the frolics in my private garden, where my ruby-peacocks had stared with curiosity as we made love next to the pond.
I casually surveyed my room. A few days ago, I had asked the Palace craftsmen to create a folding screen for me. I specified that they should use the thinnest silk possible, and the result sat before me. The white silk was so thin as to be gauzy, and I smiled to myself. Perfect. The screen was finely crafted, with the wooden frames painted in black lacquer and ornately carved along the corners in a pattern pleasing to the eye, standing out sharply against the whiteness of the cloth. I had asked that the silk not be decorated in any way, for a unadorned screen would serve my purposes better. Gently unfolding the screen to its full length, I placed it a little more than two meters away in front of the fireplace, giving me plenty of space behind it.
My next step was to remove some of the blankets from my bed and set them between the screen and the fireplace. How would Zuko react to this? At dinner, I had whispered into his ear to come to my bedroom when he was ready to retire for the night.
I placed one of my soft cushions in front of the screen and quickly changed myself, dressing appropriately for what I was about to do. Having done that, I used a spark-rock – a rare find in a Palace where a good number of the staff were Firebenders – and lit a small fire along with a couple of lamps near the mantle. Now the scene was set.
Almost as if on cue, I heard one of my servants greet the Fire Lord in my sitting room, and a few moments later he came through the doorway to my bedchamber, making his presence known by whispering out one of his endearments for me. I was sitting behind the screen, and felt my pulse quicken in anticipation. I wanted to set Zuko's blood ablaze with desire, to drink in that heady wine that I knew when I could ensnare Zuko's full attention with a few motions of my body, or a seductive smile and a gleam in my eyes. Could I be blamed for wanting him as much as he wanted me?
My husband would be able to see me behind the screen, but he would not be able to touch me. This was also a sort of payback for the times when he would hold me captive, tying me to the bedposts or one of the plush chairs with silken scarves, making me wait for my orgasm as he tormented me in exquisite ways, exploring my flesh and tasting of it, arousing such a desire in me that no other man would ever be able to stir.
Oh yes. This would be quite an experience. Once I got going, I had no doubt that the mighty Fire Lord would want nothing more than to tear the screen to shreds and ravage me until my voice was hoarse from my screams of pleasure. But my lord husband would not do it. He would wait, and see what his Waterbender wife had planned, out of curiosity and desire. Yes. I had come to know Zuko rather well...
“Take off your robe and please sit down on the cushion in front of the screen.” I said in a soft but firm voice, wondering how I sounded from behind the screen. Doubtless his curiosity was now piqued. Well, I would make him burn before I was done...
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Zuko
My eyes widened slightly at the tone of her voice as I took note of the screen and her silhouette behind it. Without protest, I sat down on the cushion after I slid my formal robes off, seeing her move slightly. I recognized the light of a fire behind her, as well as a couple of strategically placed lamps. Well. I let myself smile a little. What did my Waterbender have in mind? Already my manhood was stirring within my pants as I wiggled around slightly on the cushion. The fabric of the screen was translucent enough to let me see her, though her figure was hazy. I made out a red robe, and her hair pulled back in a bun, showing off her graceful neck.
She turned towards me, her fingertips touching the screen as she spoke again.
“You are not to go past the screen or around it.” Katara stated simply, her face cast in shadows as she looked at me, “And you need to be quiet as well. No pleading.”
Pleading? I thought to myself. Apparently I had also murmured that out loud, for I heard her reply.
“That's right.” Katara said in a firmer tone. “No pleading. You will sit like a good little boy and enjoy the show. Understand?”
“Yes.” I whispered back in the velvety tone that I reserved for our most private moments. The anticipation for whatever my wife might do far outweighed any indignity I might have felt at being called a little boy. I was many things... but 'little' was among the things that I was not. Through the thin silk of the screen, I saw her shiver slightly for a moment. Yes. I was well aware of the effect that my velvet tone had on her, and was not afraid to use it.
“'Good.” She rose to her feet, and I watched her silhouette and hazy form intensely, wishing the silk that held us apart was thinner so I could see more. She started singing softly, her hips slowly swaying. Like the element she commanded so skillfully, her movements could only be called flowing. The way that my wife moved, her every gesture a statement of grace and beauty practically demanded to be admired and appreciated. A undercurrent of strength and passion ran through her movements, only making her grace all the more appealing.
The melody escaping her kissable lips – though audible only to me – was borderline indecent. Though I had agreed to stay behind the screen, I was finding it increasingly difficult to do so. I watched with bated breath as she slid off her red robe and folded it loosely, sliding it under the screen, which had a gap of several inches between its bottom and the floor. Keeping my eyes on her, I picked up the robe and inhaled its scent. There was a faint hint of rubyjasmine, one of the few perfumes she enjoyed. Unlike many women in Court, Katara only used just a bit of perfume here and there, enhancing her natural scent rather than covering it.
I let out a soft growl, my body responding most favorably as I kept my eyes on the vision of her swaying hips. The sight or scent of her never failed to get me hard with almost appalling speed, and the fact that she was so close – yet so far – only made me want her all the more. My fists opened and closed, my nails digging into the material of her formal robe. Sitting still was much more difficult when only a thin – a very thin – screen of silk separated me from my mate.
She continued her dance, slowly sliding off the second robe, which she discarded as casually as she had the first. This one smelled slightly more strongly than the first and was of a thinner silk, appropriate for spring or summer. I noticed through the screen that the third robe she wore was blue silk. Her voice grew sultrier as she sang, her movements becoming more provocative as I tried to not tear the second robe in my clenched fists. My breathing had become tight as I tried to keep myself calm. The movements of my Waterbender, her luscious voice, her soft body out of my reach...
Oh Agni, I silently prayed. I became ever increasingly aware of my surroundings. The outside world faded away as I concentrated on Katara. I smelled a faint note of her perfume and natural scent in the air. My ears picked up every note of her dulcet singing. My eyes remained fixed on her. I was losing my mind, and I hadn't even touched her yet...
The blue robe clung to her curves, and I had to stop myself from lunging through the screen when she undid the sash that held this robe closed. She was moving so slowly, so tortuously, I could not be responsible for my actions if this went on much longer...
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Katara
I heard his breathing, and the low, almost inaudible growl that escaped his lips when I started to undo my third robe. This one was made of a very thin silk, suitable only as an undergarment or for intimate occasions. I smirked to myself gently. I could practically feel my husband's need, and I pitched my voice to become slightly lower and more seductive as I slid the robe off my shoulders.
Doubtless it was taking every inch of willpower my lord husband possessed to not reduce the screen to cinders and ravish me within a inch of my life. Were it not for the fact that I was already singing, I would have laughed. It was such a incredible thrill to hold Zuko in my thrall, to know that I had ensnared the most powerful man in the Fire Nation, not to mention one of the most powerful people on the planet. And I accomplished it through singing and dancing. Needless to say, this was a tremendous boost for my ego, and I continued my sultry dance.
I took extra care in removing my blue robe, feeling Zuko's intent gaze on me. Still singing, I loosely folded the blue silk and slid it under the screen, holding back a shiver when I felt his fingers brush against mine. Clever bastard, I thought to myself as I withdrew my fingers.
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Zuko
The bare touch of her fingers renewed the temptation to shove aside the screen and pounce her. As she rose to her feet, I pulled the robe up, rubbing the pads of my thumbs along the soft silk. With a start, I recognized this robe as the one my wife wore on our wedding night. I stared down at it for a moment before I returned my attention to my wife, seeing her clad in only white silk underwear as I brought the robe up to my nose. A faint trace of rubyjasmine along with freesia – and what was more – her natural scent, sweet and clean, making me think of rain.
Inhaling the scent of the robe again, I was well aware of my manhood straining to escape the confines of its silken prison. My fists tightened around the soft fabric, and I was desperately wishing that it was her soft and warm flesh under my hands. I wanted my hands to feel her, my mouth and tongue to taste her... and my body to love her.
On one hand, I wanted her to continue her dance to its end. It truly was beautiful to watch, and gave me pleasure to be the recipient of such a alluring show. On the other... well, my aching loins wanted this exquisite torture to end and make her scream until her voice was hoarse so she knew to whom she belonged.
I had to hold back a soft hiss as she slipped off her chemise, gently kicking it under the screen. Just how many pieces of clothes was she wearing? Holding back a moan of relief, I saw her start to undo her breast bindings. At least she was almost done... I hoped. What was she thinking as she put on this show for me? Was she enjoying herself? Doubtless. Was I enjoying myself? Oh yes.
My cock was throbbing, and one of my hands – as if it was independent of my body – began to drift towards the tent in my pants. The bindings came off, and the screen was thin enough for me to make out the dusky color of her nipples, little nubs of flesh that I often took so much pleasure in sucking or playing with. With a teasing gesture, she waved the fabric with a hand, the silk arcing through the air gracefully before she dropped it a mere inch from the screen. It fell, and I saw the fabric through the gap on the floor. I reached out for it as she continued dancing, keeping my eyes on her. As she discarded each article of clothing, I would loosely fold the previous cloth and set it aside. Next to me was a neat pile of her discarded clothing, her chemise on top as I fingered her bindings with one hand, my other had having already found its way to my groin.
I slowly rubbed myself a few times before I stopped. The desire to touch my aching manhood was truly great, but I had no desire for a release now. It would feel... cheap, and my attention would divert elsewhere than the beautiful sight before me. With a soft sigh, I lifted my hand, swallowing thickly. Desire and want were making my blood boil, and I watched as she slowly started to shimmy out of her briefs. Yesss...
Even though her face was cast in shadow, I knew she was looking my way. I stared back as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, slowly sliding it down her legs. She turned so that I could see the curves of her hips and delectable rear end as she bent down to slide it to her ankles.
She twirled the underwear on her finger, and I felt the knot in my stomach tighten as she turned to me, the dark triangle of soft, wiry curls just above her womanhood faintly visible to me amidst the play of light and shadow on her flesh.
The heat in my loins only intensified as she discarded the silken undergarment in the same way she had her bindings. I set the breastwrap on top of the chemise and my hand slid along the smooth wood in front of me to locate the underwear as my eyes remained fixed on my gloriously naked wife. Though her movements were restrained and graceful even as they were titillating and provocative, I was well aware of the passion and strength she was capable of – whether on the battlefield or in the bedroom. But this was beyond any human definition of intensity. It was now a purely primal urge – barely checked – that tugged at my soul, Katara's very being singing out for her mate.
It was only through Agni's grace that I was still seated on the cushion. Did she suspect just how much her little striptease had stirred me? Every inch of my body seemed like a tightly coiled steel spring, ready to snap at the lightest touch or provocation. When she was done with her show, I would make it clear to her just what kind of effect she had on me. I would move with the speed of wildfire and ravage every inch of her flesh until she was aware of nothing else but the need and love of her Lord. And then I would just continue ravaging her...
Her singing wound down to a soft, graceful finish, the last note filled with longing as she approached the screen. Her fingertips touched the silk, making the barest of whispering sounds as her fingernails slid along the taut fabric.
“My lord... I need you.” Katara breathed softly, remaining behind the screen. “What are you doing back there?”
I remained silent, regarding the silhouette of my lover and the hazy visage of her flesh. I had fingered her underwear for a few moments, bringing it to my nose to inhale the musky scent of her most private parts. Said garment was now sitting neatly on the rest of her clothes. My fists were alight with small flames as I remained still.
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Katara
The rest of the room was dark, so I was unable to make out the details of Zuko. But I did make out two small flames, and his hands just below them. I swallowed and blushed a bit as he brought up his hands to illuminate his face. His eyes were practically glowing, and there was a predatory smirk on his lips. Slowly, I backed away from the screen and lay down on the makeshift bed I had made for the two of us, knowing that the curves of my body would be illuminated beautifully by the fire and lamps.
Zuko rose to his feet and touched the screen. What was he going to do? My question was answered when with deliberate movements, he started to fold it and set it aside, his movements measured and controlled as I watched, my heart pounding. I noticed my clothes in a pile, and the tent in my husband's pants.
I had set my fur down on the floor and on top of that, a couple of my comforters before I put a clean sheet on top. I was propped up on my elbow, though there were a few cushions here for our comfort as well. My gaze did not break away from him as he approached me. I could practically feel the desire rolling off him in heated waves, and the wetness between my legs increased.
“My lord...” I murmured, making the perfect image of a shy, blushing Maiden. He stared down at me, still smirking slightly.
“After that little show...” Zuko purred, his voice rich and velvety, “don't even think of playing the coy virgin.”
“Oh, but my lord, here I lay completely defenseless against the fierce and mighty dragon.” I replied in a mock innocent tone.
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Zuko
Despite her innocent tone, her azure eyes were dark from lust, and I let my own gaze travel along the sinuous curves of her lithe form. I knew she could see – no, feel – my desire. I wanted to eat her alive and then fuck her into a mindless, boneless stupor... and damn if she wasn't thinking along these same lines. She looked comfortable on her makeshift bed, her hair now long and loose since she had undone her bun after she took off her underwear. The only thing that remained on her body was her necklace, the dark stone glinting faint blues and reds under the firelight.
Her shapely legs were spread just slightly, the tip of her slit fully visible but everything else hidden within the shadows between her thighs. The fire made her skin look darker but warmer, and I felt her gaze on me as she waited for my next move. I knew that my need was rather prominent, and I did nothing to hide the bulge in my pants.
Without taking my eyes off her, I slid off my loose undershirt, flinging it aside, knowing that the sight of my muscles under my pale skin would only titillate her further. Teasingly, I slid my fingers along my taut stomach, licking my lips and seeing her shudder lightly in response.
“I need you...” Katara whispered, wiggling around slightly so she now lay on her back, her breasts jiggling a bit from her movements. Trying to imitate the sensuous grace of her strip show, I slid off my slippers and pants, kicking them aside and wearing only red silk undershorts. Teasingly I rubbed my crotch, seeing her swallow and lick her lips, eyeing me as a starving man would a juicy feast.
I slowly undid the drawstring, letting my underwear drop as my throbbing need sprung free of its confines, thick and long and proud as always.
“You have roused the dragon.” I purred lowly as I took a step closer to my wife. “And now, you must deal with the consequences.” She would surrender her 'treasure hoard' – a apt name for her womanhood in relation to my 'dragon'.
Katara was silent for a moment before she spoke.
“Do you think I would have roused it if I wasn't ready to deal with what would happen?” she shot back. Such fire, such spirit. She truly was my mate, and I smiled down at her. My smile quickly became feral as I literally pounced on her, hearing her squeal of surprise before I silenced her as I plundered her mouth with a searing kiss. Her body twisted against mine, her legs opening before she pressed her thighs against my hips, her invitation more than clear.
I continued to taste of her, raining fierce kisses along her face and throat, giving her several bites in the process as she wiggled against me enticingly. I felt her moist heat rub against the crown of my manhood, and growled into the soft hollow of her throat. A delighted moan escaped her lips, and she wiggled against me. As best as she could, she thrust her hips at me, engulfing the most sensitive part of my need with practiced ease.
“Is that what you want?” I growled softly, my hands firmly caressing her sides. She nodded eagerly and I lifted my head to smirk down at her, bringing my hips down all the way, another moan escaping her lips as her tight heat took in my full length, the tip of my erection pressing against the very end of her tunnel. We were a perfect fit, and I smiled to myself as she clenched around me.
“Mine.” Katara growled, her azure eyes glinting under the firelight. There was no way I would contest that statement, and without preamble, I moved with my full power and might. Her moans swiftly evolved into cries and screams, her nails digging into my back as I continued my ravishment of her delectable body.
Her nails dug deeper as her wails reached a heavenly crescendo, and I was fairly sure that Katara's servants and guards stationed outside the apartment would hear her cries. At this point, I didn't care. We were husband and wife, and entitled to that privilege. I growled at her, biting her a couple of times as I pounded into her harder, the fire in the hearth intensifying as the heat within myself continued to build. Her movements against me were just as fierce, her breasts jiggling as she responded with a few bites of her own.
Nothing short of the end of the world would stop me from taking her loud and long, even if the entire Palace City would hear her shrieks of wanton delight. She gave out a sharp, sudden cry of my name as she orgasmed, baring her lovely white teeth as she clenched almost impossibly tight. Before I could react to her climax, I found myself on my back, my mate grinding against me with a heated fervor that not even the most skilled and lively concubine could ever rival. This time, it was my turn to make my pleasure verbal. Doubtless the guards heard my loud growls and moans as my Waterbender showed me just how skilled she was at 'riding the dragon'.
She came again, enveloping me in an intense heat that spurred my own orgasm, and I came with a loud roar, surprising even her with the ferocity of it as my fingers dug into her shapely hips. Our screams of completion ripped through the otherwise quiet bedroom before she let her head loll forward, her wavy hair like a curtain around her face as she looked down at me, panting and whimpering softly.
We remained like that for several minutes, simply basking in the afterglow as I lovingly rubbed her sides and hips, smiling up at her reassuringly. Before I knew it, my passion was surging anew, and Katara gave out a low moan, a long and slow clench her reward to me for my... enthusiasm and appreciation. If Katara thought she would be getting any sleep tonight, she was sadly mistaken.
She stared down at me. Well. Apparently, she didn't think she was getting any sleep, either. Her kissable lips were curved in a gentle smile as she clenched around me again. I gently picked up her hands and pressed my lips to them, tasting and worshiping the soft flesh as a soft sigh of contentment escaped her lips.
“And how do you want to go about it this time, my Lord?” she asked with a small smirk.
“I've got a list...” I drawled as I gazed up at her. She chuckled softly, letting her finger run along my lip.
“Well then, what is on top of that list?”
“Taking you from behind.” I purred, trailing my hands to caress the firm and delectable ass of my wife, squeezing gently.
“Sure. If you can get me off you.” she teased, trailing her fingers along my chest. I growled softly and before my wife knew it, she was pinned to the blankets, looking up at my leer as I kept my hands on her wrists.
“Well, riding you like a ostrich-horse has always been one of my favorite things.” I whispered hotly, rolling my hips and hearing her give out a soft hiss of appreciation as she clenched around me. A dismayed moan escaped her lips when I pulled my hips away – no easy feat due to the fact that her velvet heat was the next thing to Paradise – and rolled her over onto her stomach, admiring the soft curve of her hips and the firmness of her rear end.
“I should take offense at being compared to a ostrich-horse.” Katara shot out in mock indignation, starting to crawl away from me, obviously knowing that a mock struggle would only make me ravage her all the more.
“You're much cuter, anyway...” I smirked, placing my hands on her hips to limit her movements. My feisty love would soon learn – as she had so many times in the past – that if one played with fire, they were going to get burned.
Without warning, she managed to break free of my grip and made her way to the edge of the makeshift bed before I pounced on her, eliciting a squeal from her. I chuckled softly and lowered my head, licking the tip of her earlobe as I felt her shiver.
“I know you can scream louder than that, Waterbender.” I purred as she wiggled around again, her rear end rubbing against my aching erection.
“My lord...” I heard her moan, her breathing now soft and erratic as I started to rub against her moist cunt, showing her just how hard I was. My manhood was weeping, and my sac was almost unbearably tight. My fingers dug into her hips as I pulled her back as she let out a quiet whimper.
“Feel what you do to me...” I murmured commandingly, pressing her even closer. “No one else has ever made me feel like this. No one else will. This is for you, love. Only you.” I so longed to call her by her real name.
“It is my greatest honor... Zuko...” she murmured, blushing even more as she felt me prod at her quivering inner flesh, and she wiggled her rear end enticingly.
“Mine.” I hissed as I slowly entered her slick heat, stopping every few seconds to allow her to savor to my length and girth as her slick flesh clenched around me as tightly as it had before. “I want to mark you as mine. I want the world to know that you belong to me...and I belong to you.”
“Don't they already know?” she quipped with a small smile, whimpering softly and clenching around me as I savored the welcome of her body.
“... I just want to...” I answered with a smirk before I slid all the way in, causing a shuddering groan to escape her lips, “...drive the point home.”
“And you think this is the first time that you have done so?” she shot back, looking over her shoulder with a brilliant grin, her eyes twinkling in the way that I loved.
“Nope.” I loved this intimate banter we shared so easily and freely. “But I like to improve in everything I do. Plus, you know the old saying...” Slowly pulling out before pushing back in, I leaned down to whisper in the Waterbender's ear, “Practice makes perfect.”
“I.. I won't argue with that...” Katara whispered, trembling as I thrust slowly, and she had to clutch at the blanket under her to hold onto her strength, knowing what was to come, both literally and figuratively.
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Katara
Feeling that pillar of warm flesh move inside of me, striking spots that had me seeing stars, was driving me insane. We had coupled many times, in many places and in many positions. But whether it was slow and sensual, or passionate and animalistic, it was always, always an act of love-making. The way a simple touch from him could spark a fire in my loins was testament to that. Despite his earlier vow, I was trying my damnedest not to give in and begin howling his name to the stars above.
And as all who've dealt with him know, Zuko is a man of his word. If he says something will happen, it will happen.
“Mercy, my lord...” I whispered, becoming white-knuckled as I gripped the blanket, wishing he would just thrust into me fiercely. As it was, he was taking his sweet time, and I whined in frustration, wiggling my butt in a attempt to make him go faster.
“Mercy?” Zuko chuckled as he kissed my shoulder, clearly loving how I so obviously hungered for his attentions, “And how should I give you mercy?”
“Don't move so slow... Come on. Be passionate like I know you are. Let me come... please...”
“You don't want me slow?” He suddenly stopped his thrusting movements, and a dissenting moan escaped my lips. The Fire Lord then thrust forward with a great deal more force, causing me to shriek his name loudly. “Is that what you want?” he snarled.
“'YES!” I cried out in gasp after she had said his name, nodding in a more than eager manner.
“You want me to plow into you, is that it?” The Fire Lord's voice was low and sensual in his questioning, a tone that only had me growing wetter as he continued. “Do you want me to take you hard and fast, to go so deep into you that you think you'll die if I stop? Do you want me to ride you as you scream my name to Agni and Tui and La, your entire soul being consumed by my fire?” His eyes almost seemed to glow in the semidarkness as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.
“Is that what you desire?” His voice was a purr that could melt rock.
“Completely.. and utterly.” was all I was able to say.
With those words, the last vestiges of my husband's restraint vanished. A wicked gleam formed in his eyes as he began doing just that. Entering me with all the force he could muster, he began to fuck me passionately and I had to turn my head forward, ecstatic cries and passionate screams escaping from my lips to blend with his moans and growls to create a strange symphony that affected both of us to our very souls.
Our orgasms were powerful, the fire in the hearth flaring up when I felt the familiar sensation of my womb being filled with his searing-hot seed. Even after he came, he continued to plow into me, remaining hard for a good while.
The two of us collapsed to the blankets, and my lord clutched me to himself, almost as if he was afraid I would sneak off and leave him alone. There was no chance of me doing that, and I moaned happily as I snuggled close, spooning up to him as he remained inside of me.
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Zuko
I breathed in her aroma, feeling a content smile on my lips. With a hand, I trailed my fingers along her arm and hip, savoring her presence. Her naked body had a fine sheen of sweat on it, and her hair was rumpled every which way, always a welcoming sight. She looked like the personification of lust and beauty, and a delicious morsel for me to enjoy alone. Just thinking about that had my passion surging anew. I almost felt like a teenager again, with a seemingly limitless amount of passion within my loins as I regarded the Waterbender, remembering all of our little trysts two decades ago, us sneaking off to have our private moments away from the prying eyes of the group.
“Mmm... my husband has such passion for me.” Katara purred as she felt my renewed passion. It was my sincere hope that my body would be able to do the same thing fifty years from now, because I could not imagine growing so old as to be unable to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.
She gave out a quiet sigh and stirred around, her head tilting up to look at me, her cheeks flushed in a most becoming way as a soft smile graced her lips.
“You truly are a wonderful specimen of a male... in every way.” Katara whispered in that sultry tone that I loved so much.
“I know...” I preened with a smirk, her very presence addictive, “And you're truly a beautiful female.” How could I not appreciate her, inside and out? She wiggled against me, cuddling closer, inviting me to hold her more tightly. Feeling her body so close, and her so generous with herself, filled me with a soothing surge of warmth. It was the sheer love and passion in the blue-eyed woman that so affected me. I had not been wrong to take her from Omashu. I had followed my instincts and been patient with her. She didn't have her old memories, but her soul was the same – and that's what mattered. We were happy.
From the first time I truly saw her, not as a kinda-enemy or the friend of the Avatar, but as a honorable woman and fellow warrior-in-spirit, that same warmth surrounded me when I thought of Katara. My thoughts were tugged back to more pressing matters as I felt her wiggle onto my chest, taking control again as she moved against me.
“Mine...” Katara purred, and this second ride of hers was just as intense if not more, than the first, and she had me roaring as I came. Even then, she ground against me, prolonging my orgasm as I writhed around on the blankets. It felt good to have her take the reins in such a spectacular way. After a long day of ruling an entire Nation, it felt good to let go, even for just a while.
I simply lay there, a wide grin on my face as I looked up at her. I was sure I looked goofy with that grin, but then, this was my wife. We shared our private selves for one another, and it felt nice to not have to keep my face in a cool mask as I usually did.
“And why do you grin, my lord?' she teased me gently, tapping my nose lightly.
“I'm still remembering that dance.” I murmured. She chuckled softly and leaned down, pressing her lips against mine, sucking my lower lip momentarily.
“I am glad you enjoyed my show so much.”
With a satisfied sigh, she slid off me and fell to the blankets with a soft plop. Lazily, her hand roamed along my body, and I welcomed it. I lay there quietly, signaling that I liked her touching with a murmur of approval. Inadvertently, her hand grazed along the scar just below my chest, and I stiffened slightly. Quickly, her hand drew away.
“I'm sorry.” she whispered. I liked when she touched the scar on my hip, but the one on my chest brought back painful memories. She had healed me, only to be struck down by Azula when her back had been turned to my sister. In a way, I could not help but feel responsible, even though the logical part of my mind argued that Azula was solely at fault.
“Shh. It's okay.” I whispered. She didn't know where the scar on my chest came from, and she didn't ask. I pulled her hand back onto myself so she would continue touching. Her fingers stroked my stomach and traced along the mark on my hip. I knew that this scar made her feel something, but I didn't tell her what it was. The marks we had put on one another was a testament of our commitment, and even though Katara didn't remember that, I knew she sensed it.
“Thank you. For tonight.” I whispered as I lifted a hand to rumple her hair, loving how it looked like that.
“It was my pleasure, Zuko.” Her smile was that of a woman who was thoroughly satisfied.
“It was my pleasure as well.” I purred softly.
“I love you.” she whispered before pressing her lips to my cheek before giving me a affectionate nuzzle.
“I love you too.” I replied, returning the nuzzle as I caressed her hand. With my other, I grabbed one of the loose blankets and pulled it up, content to sleep here in this makeshift bed by the fire. With a movement of my hand, I extinguished the lamps, deciding to leave the fire alone so it could burn itself out. The room, normally blue, had a muted, warm glow. I felt her snuggle up to me, her arm across my middle. It was just the two of us. Nothing else existed.
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My second book is now out, you can go to my profile for information on it. I have also started a new story set during the Legend of Korra, if you like the new Avatar series, you may like my fic! It's called 'Lessons' and can be found in my profile. If you enjoy my work, please don't forget to leave a review!
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