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Oasis	By : vickiso Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 40535 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I had instigated this. Wanted it. Knew there weren’t many chances in life to fall so hard for a prince. He called me sweet. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I had never felt so wonderful – and conflicted – in my life. But he couldn’t be lying to me. Why would he? He had me pinned down, was twice as strong as I, could take me and skip the flattery. It didn’t make sense for him to compliment me, worry for me… love me? That concept was so beyond my mind right then. So I let go. I opened myself up for a world of pain and pleasure, and I was letting… no, inviting the Firebender in.

Zuko’s slippery tongue entangled with mine and I pressed into him, every part of my body aching to become a part of him, one with him, as if I could just meld into his flesh and be completely enveloped by his warmth. My arms wrapped around his middle and I hooked my thumbs under his waistband, eagerly pulling his drawers down.

I had never done this before, but I knew I wanted to. I knew Zuko was the right person to do this with, even if no one else approved. Because he was older, more experienced, someone I knew to a certain extent, but distant enough to shun. And he was so handsome…

He kicked his boots and pants off, as did I, and our naked bodies tangled up with each other, rolling around the grass of the oasis. His erect member slapped against my bare thighs and I shuddered at the unfamiliar feel of it, such a natural but alien thing to see and touch.

I caught a quick glimpse of Aang’s still-empty body, the glowing eyes staring accusingly at us. The reality of that hard, vacant stare brought me crashing back down to earth, weighted by the leaden guilt forming in my belly.

I broke our lip lock and pushed the prince up off me. “Zuko, we shouldn’t…”

He seemed to know what I was thinking, his eyes darting to the Avatar.

He studied me through thick lashes, breathing. “We shouldn’t? Or you don’t want to?”

The enigmatic smile on his face slowly became a triumphant smirk as I continued not to answer. His lips traced a soft path down my neck, collar, down the bulging flesh of my breast. Gently, he took a nipple into his mouth and fixedly sucked and licked, as if I were a rare delicacy he was savouring. I moaned with pleasure. I never thought Zuko would be such a passionate lover, in addition to being such a passionate fighter. It must be a Fire Nation thing.

His hand splayed down my stomach and along my hip. His fingers combed through the soft curls of my nether and I let out a gasp as he slid a finger against the moist lips of my flower. My legs buckled and I snapped my knees together on instinct.

Zuko chuckled. “Pure as the virgin snow,” he sighed, placing both of his warm hands against my thighs. He drew them apart, and my legs wobbled at this unfamiliar positioning as he dipped his head down to plant kisses on my belly, past my navel, lower and lower, until…

“AAAH!” I cried out when his tongue made contact with my bud. “W-what… what are you doing?” I cried between laboured breaths.

His hands kept me firmly pressed down and he did not answer as he continued to apply his mouth, lips, and extremely strong and flexible tongue against my clit and pussy lips. I bucked and squirmed beneath him, tried to pull him back on top of me, but he did not relent. I could swear I felt him smile into my curls.

On and on he went, flicking his tongue over me, making me cry out, spasm, and want him. I kept calling his name, over and over, driving him go on, stop, anything but continue to torment me with this brutally wonderful sensation.

His hand came up to squeeze my tit once more, and I felt a jolt pass from my over-sensitive nipple straight through to the nub. I groaned rapturously and Zuko smiled seductively up at me. He came to lie on his side, but kept his hands where they were. I felt his fingers probe my wet darkness, and my eyes widened as he gently inserted a finger into my pussy. I gasped.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, his eyes full of concern. I was stunned. Was this the same Prince Zuko who had been chasing us all over the world? Why would he care if I was okay? He could have brutalized me, taken what he wanted, and left me curled up on the grass, sobbing. But he genuinely seemed to worry about how I felt.

I nodded, eyes locked on his honeyed gaze, and he gently pushed deeper. My brow broke into a sweat and I lay back, savouring the alien thing entering me, knuckle by knuckle. There was a sharp little pain and I gasped again. The prince stopped, but did not withdraw.

“Try to relax,” he whispered and worked his finger around, pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing figure eights into it. I moaned, begging him with my being to bring me to climax. But the bastard did nothing of the sort. He gently inserted a second finger and I winced with pleasure. He continued to tease me, break my maidenhead with his long, strong fingers, and smirk at my dark, writhing body. I moaned, I sighed, I cried for him to stop don’t stop.

He pressed his lips to mine and I could smell and taste my own juices in his mouth. It was a little disgusting at first, but he kissed me with such fervor that I couldn’t help but enjoy everything he was doing to me.

I’d get my revenge for his torture, though.

* * *

So beautiful. So perfect. Her wriggling body arced all for me, wanting me, needing me. Her pleas for release only drove me to further her torment. I would enjoy watching her climax, but not yet. Even if her stupid idiot brother came to rescue her, I would enjoy seeing his face shatter at the sight of his little sister being violated by the likes of me.

But Katara was no little girl. Her gorgeous blue eyes stared into mine, distantly, seeing something that only existed in the throes of passion. Her parted lips hissed little nothings, mouthed meaningless oohs and aahs, her perfect white teeth and pink tongue dancing to the thrusting of my fingers within her wet, warm cunt.

She drew herself closer to me and grabbed me down for a fierce kiss. Her soft lips worked all over my skin, and she traced her mouth over my scar. I flinched at first, drawing away, but she would not let me escape her embrace. Soon, she was pulling me tightly against her, my hand happily trapped in her slick crevices. Her hand trailed down my front, and she dipped a finger into my navel, which for some reason made me shudder with pleasure. Her small, delicate digits combed through the mass of wiry black hairs and she timidly wrapped them around my thick, hard, throbbing cock.

Her eyes widened as she traced her hand down its length and breath, and I moaned.

“Oh…” she breathed, and I couldn’t help but smile at her blush. “There’s no way that’s going to fit…”

“It will,” I whispered, savouring every stroke of her soft palm. My little Waterbender was so wonderful… I never wanted her to stop, never wanted anything about this moment to stop. The fires of yearning burned with such intensity, I wondered if she would ever quench them.

Then something deeper within me stirred as her fingers expertly fondled my member. It was like some kind of door in my mind had opened. I felt… happy. And sad. And remorseful. And angry. I felt it all at once, and my eyes widened at this flurry of emotion. It was so strange, as if a shriveled and dried-up flower was blossoming within my chest, threatening to burst me open with this torrential flood of feelings. It seemed as if my whole life I had been trekking through an emotional desert, and Katara was my oasis.

I pressed my mouth against hers and drank deeply.

* * *

I was so wet, I could practically bend the honey flowing from my flower. And Zuko did not stop milking me, stroking me, teasing and kissing and caressing me. Gods, he would not stop, and he felt so wonderfully warm, filling me in that strange and glorious fissure of my womanhood.

But I wanted more. I had never felt anything like this, but I knew there was more to be had, more wonderfulness, more passion, more Zuko.

His cock was a fascinating tool in my hands. I explored it eagerly, stroking it, tickling it, tugging at it, making my Fire Prince burn and groan. I touched the tip, feeling the wetness of pre-cum on the head, and smiled, wondering again what he tasted like.

Why not try?

I smirked at Zuko and pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms above his head. Though he was likely twice as strong as I, he simply let me hold him down, a surprised look on his face.

“Katara…” he breathed again, his eyes fluttering closed as I traced my mouth over his chest. In a cruel play on his own torment, I gently licked and sucked his nipple and he let out a grunt. My tongue played over his skin, running a little river along his side to his hips. I kissed the flesh down his navel, around his loins while he stroked my hair, and my lips worked around to his inner thigh until the tip of my nose brushed his testicles. I felt him shiver beneath me as he sensed what was to come.

I gazed up the length of Zuko’s shaft and saw him watching me, his eyes wavering with anticipation. I smiled as I placed sweet kisses up against the warm, soft flesh to the crown. I puckered and nipped the plum gently, and he arched his whole, coltish body, gasping. My tongue flickered out to taste him. He was salty, and sweet, and the stickiness reminded me of something distantly familiar, but foreign at the same time.

Gently, hesitantly, I worked my lips over his head. His tender meat passed my gummed teeth, and bit by bit, I took him all into my keen mouth.

With deft, calculate strokes of my tongue, I began to suck him off.

* * *

My mind was a whorl of pleasure. I couldn’t even begin to describe how soft and wet and magnificent Katara’s mouth was. I’d had women before like this, but nothing compared to the Waterbender’s rhythmic pressing of her velvety tongue, like strong ocean waves lapping at my manhood. I could hardly believe this was her first time. I secretly suspected it wasn’t, judging by the way she seemed to want to press the entire length of my shaft into her.

Her tiny-seeming hand cupped my balls and caressed them lovingly. Her other hand snaked up to my loins and she splayed her fingers out over my abdomen, as if she were claiming me with some cold brand in her cool palm.

I pumped my hips up and she squeaked. I moaned and called her name, feeling the surges boil up in me as she pushed me to climax. I tried to pry her off before I exploded, but she would not release me. Hotter and hotter I grew, until I could stand it no more. I bucked, forcing my throbbing cock deep into her mouth as an anguished cry was wrenched from my throat. I came, feeling the rush of pure sin flow through me as I pumped her mouth full of hot cum.

Katara pulled back a little, gasping as she swallowed, swallowed, and finally released me. Her face broke into a smug, self-satisfied grin and she dipped her head back down. Her tongue continued to play over my spasming member, and she giggled as it leapt from her lips, dancing.

I fell back onto the lush grass, staring up at the clear night sky, wondering at what point I had let my prey escape, and decided I could make love to this girl forever.
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