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Desire	By : AloofandAndrogynous Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 41748 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Desire

Chapter
4

Avatar
and its characters are not mine, and I do not make any profit off
this fanfic.

It's
been a while since I updated this story, but since so many of you
wanted to see more, here it is. I don't know if Chapter 4 is the end
of Desire or not. I have a few ideas as to what could happen later,
so I don't know if I will flesh them out or not. As always, I
appreciate feedback.

~~~~~

Katara
rubbed her eyes as she opened them. The bed she was in was far softer
and more comfortable than the simple mat she slept on in the
infirmary. The pillow was large and fluffy, encased in soft red silk,
and the sheets that sandwiched her between them were silk as well.
She moaned softly when she felt a warm body against hers, and looked
down to see a muscled arm draped loosely along her hip. So it wasn't
a dream...

As
she shifted, she felt something graze against her shoulder, and
looked down at it to see a sizable sideburn. Immediately, she
stiffened, closing her eyes. Spirits, let this be a dream! Let me
wake up elsewhere!, she prayed silently as she felt her pulse
quicken. Why couldn't the destruction of the Northern Water Tribe and
the subsequent events be nothing but a nightmare? Why did Fate have
to be so cruel?

After
several long moments, she opened her eyes, seeing rich shades of reds
and golds. There was no denying this reality, nor of the fact that a
naked male body was pressing against her own equally nude form.

Her
pounding heart gradually slowed down as she allowed the grim reality
of things to sink in. She had been forcefully deflowered by the Fire
Lord, the very same man responsible for the ruin of her Tribe. Her
fingers digging into the soft sheets, she closed her eyes, forcing
herself to calm down. It would not do to start screaming or having a
panicked fit. She had been here in Fire Nation for over a year, and
she had been resigned to her fate as slave to the Fire Lord, a master
that she rarely ever saw even though he had changed her life
drastically..

Katara
was surprised at how quickly she was able to collect herself. A year
ago, finding herself in this situation would have sent her in
hysterics, or a attempt to end her life.

After
several long moments, she opened her eyes and let them wander over to
the man responsible for all of this. Even deep in slumber, he still
had a firm expression about his face, and it somehow felt appropriate
to the Waterbender. His muscled arm was slung across her waist, his
flesh as warm as it had been last night. Was this common among
Firebenders, or was this merely her imagination, a throwback to the
feel of his heated flesh against hers the night before?

And
his body within hers, so hot and searing, seemingly spearing her very
core over and over again with its demanding heat...

She
started to wiggle away – slowly and carefully, trying not to
wake him up. She had no idea what to do just now. Running away was
not a option – it was obvious she was Water Tribe, and she
couldn't hide the color of her eyes. She was too valued to let loose,
and it would take a miracle to escape the Capitol of the Fire Nation
unless she had someone helping her. And who would be willing to help
a Water Tribe slave? She had nothing to offer for that help. Well,
there was one thing, and it was the thing that had brought her to
Zhao's bed. Would she be willing to offer it again for a chance to
escape?

As if
sensing her thoughts, the Fire Lord's arm tightened slightly. She
stiffened and stilled, waiting for him to waken. He remained asleep,
but his embrace remained possessive. Waiting patiently, she
concentrated on her breathing for several long moments. When it
seemed that he was not going to wake, she started to wiggle again,
her rear end sliding along the soft silk as she sought to extricate
herself from his grip, moving more slowly than before.

It
seemed that she would finally break free, but the Fire Lord stirred,
pulling her back when his hand curled around her side, and lips
pressed against her shoulder.

“Mmm...
did you think you could escape, my Waterbender?” he growled
groggily against her skin. She swallowed before shaking her head,
trying to think of a plausible excuse.

“...Forgive
me, my lord. I just needed to... relieve myself.” she murmured.
The Fire Lord certainly wouldn't want her to make water in his bed,
would he?

“Very
well. Go ahead. It goes without saying that you are not to make a
mess.” he murmured. As if she had to be told.

The
washroom was adjacent to the bedchamber, and was no less luxurious.
The washroom that was part of the infirmary was functional, with a
latrine and a small tub and a basin. One of her chores in the
infirmary was to keep this clean. But the Fire Lord's washroom... it
was like none she had ever seen. The tub was large, more than enough
to accommodate the Fire Lord and a good handful of concubines. The
walls and finishings were rich and ornate, with ruby and gold dragons
as part of the wrought metalwork, and the latticed windows let in a
good amount of light. The chamber was clearly designed for the Fire
Lord, and was a far cry from squatting over the ground, or washing
oneself with pond water.

It
did not take her long to do what she had told the Fire Lord she would
do. But the Fire Lord's seed remained within her. She had no desire
to spawn a half-breed from the man who had ruined her life. She had
felt a bit of it leaking out after his taking of her, and it was now
dry, a few stiff white droplets on her thighs.

Her
hands rested atop her womb as she tried to think of how to handle the
situation. The physician in charge of her care did seem concerned
about her, but she didn't want to have to rely on others constantly
for help. To survive in this place, she had to be self-reliant.

Soy
sauce. Perfume. Sweat. Anything that had water in it could be bended.
Fire Lord Zhao was a Firebender, and his seed did feel searing when
he had exploded deep within her. But the seed of a Firebender was
just the same as that of any other male.

It
took several moments of deep concentration. She had to look within,
to focus her attention on her womb without hurting herself. There it
was – the foreign presence. Closing her eyes, she homed in on
it, every drop of it, before stretching her fingers downward.

Afterwards,
she stood in front of the basin, staring at her reflection in the
mirror. There were no obvious changes to her face or body. Of course,
she knew that sex and losing one's maidenhead wouldn't cause some
sort of magical metamorphosis when it came to her external
appearance, but she scrutinized herself in the mirror nonetheless.
Her hair was loosely rumpled, and she was naked. She had never seen
herself naked before a mirror.

Yes,
she had seen herself in the reflection of water as she bathed, but
nothing revealed so much as a well-crafted mirror, its glass polished
to a shine and the silver applied to the back with great care,
revealing not one single bubble or crack. The frame was wrought gold,
in the design of dragons. She looked so out of place in these posh
surroundings, and she trembled slightly as she thought of her future
in this place.

Feeling
faint, she pumped some water out of the faucet and splashed her face
with it, welcoming the sudden burst of coolness. Her eyes slid down
to the water that was at the moment making its way down the drain.

“I
said that you could relieve yourself. I never said anything about you
playing with the water.” she heard a voice rumble from behind
her. In the mirror, she saw the Fire Lord standing in the doorway,
still in the nude. Quickly averting her eyes downward, she murmured
out the truth.

“I
did do that, my lord. I... merely felt faint and needed to splash
cool water on my face and hands. I humbly beg forgiveness, my lord.”

There
was a silence for several moments, and she closed her eyes, wondering
if he would strike her for what he would surely see as 'insolence'.

“Come
to bed.” was all the Fire Lord had to say in response. When she
opened her eyes, he was gone.

Hesitantly,
she emerged from the washroom, her thin arms crossed across her
chest. She stood there in the doorway, clearly hesitant to return to
the bed even if the morning air chilled her nude form. Zhao was
propped up against several large pillows, his head and back nestled
comfortably among the thick cushions.

“Come.”
he whispered, though his tone remained firm, leaving no room for
argument.

The
young Waterbender stood there for several moments, glancing at him
with trepidation.

“I
won't bite. Come here.” the Fire Lord added with a small smirk.

“You
bite me last night.” she reminded him.

“And
you liked it.” he responded, his smirk widening. She had no
response to that and merely shook her head weakly in a unconvincing
denial of his statement.

“Come.”
he commanded once more. Her steps, quiet and hesitant, brought her to
the bed. Strong hands reached out to grasp her sides, and she found
herself pulled onto the soft comforter. His body radiated warmth, and
she found herself turned around so that her back was pressed against
his chest. His hands slid along her body, strong but gentle,
spreading their warmth along her skin.

The
same man who had seen fit to bring her Tribe to its knees by brute
force was now exploring her body almost lovingly, and she could not
help but groan softly as a breast was squeezed and kneaded.

“Feels
good, doesn't it?” he whispered into her ear hotly, his breath
tickling the lobe.

“I
miss my home.” she whispered before she could stop herself.
Zhao did not stop his administrations, relishing the feel of her soft
rear end in his lap as a hand rubbed her stomach. SO she missed that
pitiful city in the ice? She would get over it soon enough. She was
being treated well enough here, and she would learn to appreciate
what she had been given. Though it was a fact that many people called
him a hardnose, and he did lead many campaigns of destruction during
his career, he wasn't completely heartless. Besides, he was enjoying
himself too much at the moment to think of much else.

Pulling
his mind back from affairs of state and his past deeds, he trailed
idle patterns along Katara's smooth stomach with his fingers before
they trailed upward to her arm. Her skin tingled from the touch, and
she closed her eyes again. A small sigh of pleasure escaped her lips
when his lips ghosted along her shoulder.

“Mmm.
You like that, don't you?” he asked softly.

Deciding
to not resist when he obviously knew the answer, she nodded out a
yes. He smiled a bit against her shoulder before his fingers slid
back down, trailing along her side and hip. There was no resistance
on her part, and he was pleased to feel her relaxing.

His
touches felt good. But Katara would die before she said it out loud.
Whatever he wished to do, she would simply relax. That had a better
outcome than fighting against him, and she would eventually return to
the infirmary and be rid of him.

“So
lovely.” the Fire Lord growled, his lips against the side of
her neck, feeling her pulse. His hand trailed lower, along her lower
stomach and through the small thatch of wiry brown hair that sat just
above her slit.

She
was already wet. Excellent. Applying a small amount of heat to his
fingers, he pressed one against the moist inner lips, loving how they
felt against his hand. She was like a beautiful fruit – ripe,
juicy, and satisfying.

Sliding
a finger within her, he was rewarded by a slight arching of her body
against his, and wiggled that digit around to intensify the reaction.

“Please.”
he heard her gasp out softly. His hand stilled.

“Please...
what?” he rumbled. For a fleeting moment, his finger pressed
against that spongy spot within her before it stilled again.

For a
moment, he thought that her defiance would rear its head again. Not
that he would complain too much, for he had subdued her quickly
enough the night before.

“Take
me.” she whispered, almost inaudible as she looked down at the
blankets. With a triumphant smirk, he pressed against that secret
inner spot of hers again.

“What
was that, Waterbender? Your Lord didn't quite make it out... speak
up.”

“Please...
take me, my lord. Your humble servant begs you.” Katara
whispered, albeit her tone was much clearer. She hated the words
pouring out of her mouth, but what else could she do?

“Fortunately
for you, I am in a generous mood this morning. I shall give you my...
blessing.”

She
wanted to spit out that it wasn't a blessing, that nothing he did was
a blessing, but again she held her tongue. His erection was pressing
against her backside, hot and firm. His hand lifted from her
womanhood, and he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking off the
Waterbender's sweet juices. The taste was musky but not at all
unpleasant, and she blushed as she heard him growl softly in
appreciation.

Keeping
her in his lap, his hands slid along her body, one hand at her hip
and the other under her rear end. She found herself lifted up a few
inches, his cockhead now rubbing against her slit. This surprised
her, for she was sure that he would push her down onto the bed to
have his way with her.

His
hands slackened, and she found herself lowered onto him. Her pussy
quivered as the Fire Lord's erection pushed its way inside, the crown
hot and pulsing as it parted hr inner petals to mark its territory as
it had done before. Though he was as endowed as before, the
penetration didn't hurt as it had before. Her groan was one of
pleasure as she was filled to the brim, the Fire Lord's cock pressing
the end of her tunnel as her tight netherlips wrapped themselves
firmly around the base of his shaft.

Shifting
and then reclining slightly against the pillows, the Fire Lord's
hands slid to her sides, stroking her as he eased her back so that
she was also reclining against him.

“Am
I not a generous Lord?” he murmured, his face buried against
her thick and soft hair as he took his time to savor the moment,
clearly in a more languorous mood than the night before.

“You
are indeed.” Katara replied dutifully. His hands slid up to her
chest, cupping her breasts and rubbing the nipples. Her hands slid up
to go over his own, though in no effort to stop what he was doing.

Zhao
smiled as he sat there against the pillows, enjoying this morning
treat. She was so fucking tight and warm. Her tits felt nice under
his hands, and idly he pinched the nipples gently, feeling her squirm
slightly under this, her hands on top of his and gripping lightly. As
he continued to knead her breasts, she clenched around him in
involuntary response, and it was incredible. Sofar, she had pleased
him more than anyone he had ever slept with before. There was
something about her that held his attention. Was it the color of her
eyes? Her personality? The way she responded to his touches? He
wasn't sure, but whatever it was, he would not let it go to waste.

“Waterbender,
listen to me.” he murmured. His kneading had stopped.

“What
is it, my lord?”

“Clench
around me.”

Clench
around him? What did he mean? Katara wondered. She looked over her
shoulder, up at him.

“You've
been doing it at certain times. Like this...” The kneading
resumed, firmer than before, and she arched, clenching again.

“See.
You just did it. Now, you shall do it when I command you to.”

“I
don't know how...”

“Do
it.” he growled. She swallowed. Again, he kneaded. Again, her
inner walls tightened around him, but this time she was more aware of
what her body was doing.

She
let out a soft sigh. Should she try, to please him? Or feign
inability to do it, so that he would deem her unfit for his company?
Deciding on the former as she didn't want to rouse his ire, she
concentrated on the intimate muscles that she had not been aware
existed before.

A low
growl of pleasure told her that she had done right. She was able to
hold just for a fleeting moment, but when she tried again, she found
herself able to hold for several moments longer.

“Good
girl.” Zhao murmured, his palms pressing against her breasts.
She relaxed, and he said nothing for several more moments.

“Clench.”
he murmured. This time, Katara was quicker to do what he asked of
her, and she felt him shudder slightly from this. Oddly, it gave her
a small rush of pleasure, to know that she had this kind of hold –
literal and figurative – on him. When she clenched, she was
well aware of just how endowed he was.

She
felt his hips start to sway slightly, and gave out a soft groan of
pleasure, allowing him to guide her into a rhythm by pressing his
hands against her hips. Her rhythm became firmer, and she heard him
growl more loudly.

She
looked good from the front, but the sight of her rear end bouncing up
and down was too good to pass up. Sweeping her hair over her
shoulder, he admired her back as well and ran one hand along it,
hearing her pants and whimpers of pleasure as she was pushed to go
faster and harder. When he commanded her to clench, that coupled with
the frantic way she was riding him had him seeing stars.

“Come
for me, Waterbender.” he growled, thrusting his hips upwards to
match hers. His fingers dug into her hips, but she was too lost in
pleasure to notice the pain. Mercifully, one hand let go of her hips
and traveled down to the top of her slit, pressing against her
clitoris ruthlessly, adding a small amount of heat.

Her
cries of pleasure were heady, and she gave out a hard and long clench
when he felt a sudden influx of moisture under his fingers.

His
flesh was heated, and he no longer felt content simply having her
ride him. Ignoring her cry of surprise when he shoved her forward
onto her hands and knees, he thrust into her again with one brutal
movement, his sac slapping against her thighs as he neared his own
orgasam.

Her
fingers dug into the comforter when she felt his release, as hot and
searing as before. And then he bit her on the shoulder, leaving a
mark that would eventually turn into a bruise.

Rather
than pulling out, he remained inside, his breath coming out in slow
pants. She rested her head on the blankets, allowing her body to drop
to the silk as his weight bore her down. He was muscled and nearly
twice her weight, but the bed was soft, and she allowed herself to
relax, making no move to try to get the Fire Lord off her. She could
feel the pounding of his heart against her back, and she closed her
eyes, feeling him nuzzle her hair.

“Mmm.
Mine. All mine.” Zhao growled, almost more to himself. Katara
chose to not respond to his claim, and her cheeks were wet with tears
as she collected herself.

Zhao
noted her tears but said nothing about it. She had enjoyed herself,
that much was clear. Let her cry all she wanted.

Lifting
himself off her lithe frame, he climbed off the bed and went to the
washroom without further ado. Katara did not move. The Fire Lord had
not told her to leave, and she assumed that he had had to relieve
himself just as she had to do. Besides, the silk was comfortable, and
she concentrated on how it felt against her body as she slowed her
breathing and heartbeat. Her skin was covered with a thin sheen of
sweat, and the bite that he had just given her gave her a dull ache
at the location.

After
a couple of minutes, he returned to the bed. She felt his weight
settle onto the mattress.

He
looked down at her, letting her calm herself as one of his hands
caressed her back and rear end, enjoying the feel of it. He had
enjoyed this one immensely, in a way that he had not enjoyed with his
other conquests. She belonged to him.

When
he left his apartment, she would go back to the infirmary to work, as
he did not wish to waste her talents or turn her into some pampered
toy. But he could always call her back. He loved the warmth of her
body against him, her soft mocha skin, the way she tasted and
smelled...

Soon
enough he stopped stroking her, and slid off the bed. She glanced at
him curiously, unsure of if she was to stay where she was.

“You
may go to the infirmary. You were brought here for your talents, and
they will not go wasted.” he stated coolly, as if his dalliance
with her was nothing. Of course he had enjoyed himself, but he was
the Fire Lord, and she was a slave. She could not be allowed to think
that she had too much value to him.

Katara
blinked and without a word slowly climbed off the bed, finding her
discarded clothing and getting dressed, feeling self conscious under
his gaze.

With
a quick bow and the proper farewell words to her lord, she retreated
from the Fire Lord's chambers.

~~~~~

Perhaps
once she was out of his sight, he would forget her and find another
conquest for tonight. With that in mind, she felt better after taking
a quick bath after having submitted to a examination from the
physician, and went around her work as usual. But after dinner, a
summons came to her again in the form of a guard and she trembled
slightly.

The
doors to the Fire Lord's chambers were opened as she approached by
stony-faced guards, and she swallowed as they closed behind her.

The
Fire Lord was dressed more casually, having come out of his bath. He
was reclined on his bed. Katara quickly dropped to her knees and gave
him the correct obeisance and greetings.

“Stand.”
Zhao ordered. In silence, she rose to her feet, her hands at her
sides, her eyes averted in the way that she had been taught.

“You
know why you have been summoned, don't you?”

“You
want my warmth.”

“Your
warmth. Such a nice way of putting it. Yes. I want it, and you shall
give it to me.”

She
dared herself to lift her eyes, and she saw a smirk on his face.

“Come
here. You know my touches feel good. Don't deny it, Waterbender.”

Her
cheeks flush with shame, she nodded weakly.

“I
cannot deny it, my lord.”

Spirits
save her.
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