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The Siege of Katara	By : CordeliaLeCroix Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 56169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You've got quite a harem started," Azula teased. "I'm astonishingly proud of the way you're handling them. This is a new side of you I'm glad to see exists."
Zuko hated the respect he now saw in Azula's eyes and wanted to shove her smugness down her throat. It was hard not to laugh at the irony. If only she knew the blunders he'd made. He remained expressionless and she winked before dismissing him.
He avoided her as long as he could before deciding to return to his quarters early. Maybe he could save the maids the task of tying Katara up. Mai told him she still hadn't made her escape. He needed to talk to her about Mai, about whether she was pregnant, and about how she was going to get out of here. He wasn't prepared for what he saw in his room.
Through the dim firelight he saw Katara almost hanging by her wrists again from the hook in the column. The sides of her thick hair were pulled up into a traditional loop while the rest hung loose. An ornate red choker circled her throat. Small patches of embroidered crimson fabric barely covered her intimate places, held together by fine gold chains. He knew from memory that only a single gold chain ran up the back leaving her rear end bare.
He had seen the costume once before after going in the wrong door as a boy. After his mother disappeared there were odalisques, dressed only for Fire Nation royalty, a declaration of their purpose. He wished she'd chosen it herself especially for him, and then hated himself for wishing it. It was disturbing how far Azula was going with this.
Katara lifted up on her toes and placed a foot flat against the column. "Zuko," she whimpered his name.
Damn Azula, he thought. Growling he slammed the door.
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Katara gasped when Zuko stripped off his shirt and jerked her to him. Raw need, almost animal desire showed on his face making her forget the pain in her arms. She'd been waiting for him, hoping he would come soon to untie her, hoping she could remain emotionless during their last night together.
He crushed her between the column and his body, covering her mouth with his. She breathed him in thinking this was the way she wanted it. Hard and impersonal. Thrilling and memorable. His hands were everywhere, on her back, her hips, her bare back side, between her thighs.
Zuko lifted her against the pole, used two fingers to pull the chain between her legs aside, and pushed two fingers inside her. It was unexpected and she came for him, quaking around his fingers, her muscles clenching them as if to prevent their release. He kissed her throat, her collar bone, then the swell of her breast before sucking a tight silk clad nipple into his mouth.
"Zuko," she whimpered, hearing the desperation in her own voice. He lowered himself to one knee. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer. He buried his fingers as deep inside her as they would go and then ran his tongue through her juices and over her swollen flesh. Her body bucked, but he held her hips against the column and sucked on the source of all the pleasure rioting through her body. Katara screamed his name, but she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.
She felt his fingers thrusting gently in and out of her body and then she came again, so hard she couldn't breathe. Her arms were numb, but the rest of her body was throbbing, and she felt light headed.
Zuko stood, nude and hard. Without hesitation he possessed her, ripping another rapturous scream from her throat. She heard her own voice encouraging him, saying his name, and desperately wanted something more than a physical connection. She shuddered dizzily in another impossible climax, still whimpering his name and finally he was quickening too, his fingers digging into her and his urgency slowing.
He paused to catch his breath before lifting her high enough to unhook her wrists from the column, her arms falling around his neck. Grateful she fell against him with a sigh, her arms stinging as the blood rushed back into them. Her head was swimming, but she kissed his throat, tasting him, wanting to remember how this felt. He sat her on the bed and ducked out of her arms so he could untie her.
He was careful not to rub her already raw wrists as he pulled on the silk. Katara blinked back the moisture stinging her eyes and hated herself for wanting him, and she really wanted him. Not just like this, but forever. He sat next to her and whispered, "Did they tell you where they got these clothes?"
He told her what the costume represented, pushing a hand into her hair and kissing her face lovingly. She closed her eyes and savored the attention, blushing when he told her he wanted her. What was he doing? Had he said the same thing to Mai a moment ago?
He touched her like he knew she wanted him to, kissed her as if knowing it was killing her. Pushing it out of her mind Katara let him make love to her. He was slow and gentle, but became demanding when she wouldn't look at him. He watched her face intently, a hand on her throat, fingers holding her head in place so she couldn't turn away.
Katara couldn't help the tears, devastated by his tenderness. He kissed them away and held her, whispering to her, telling her she was beautiful and that he would help her escape. After he fell asleep she left his room, hating him because she loved him.
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Zuko woke before dawn, his bed empty. He laid still on the edge of the bed noting that the clothes he'd worn the day before were gone. Sighing he closed his eyes, not surprised that he missed her. He had intended to tell her everything and help her escape, but when he'd seen her in that damned outfit he lost his head, which was certainly why Azula put it on her.
Katara had matched him thrust for thrust, then wouldn't look at him and he'd known she was leaving. It was frustrating. Moments before she was screaming his name and licking his throat and then she was distant. The last few days had been confusing and rapid but for the moment he'd known what he wanted. He'd wanted Katara to look at him. He'd wanted her to find it difficult to leave him. He'd wanted her to love him, so he made love to her.
His door flew open and Mai rushed in. "Zuko, Azula has Katara. They're in the throne room. She has Dai-li."
Zuko's heart stopped. He dressed quickly knowing if he showed any sign of emotion he and Katara both would under Azula's control.
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Katara stood between two Dai-li who had discovered her trying to sneak out. Each had one of her arms held tight. Azula sat on her throne looking annoyed until Zuko strolled in. Her face lit with an evil grin and Zuko stared back with a blank expression.
"What's going on?" he asked casually.
Azula tapped her fingers together. "All good things come to an end dear brother."
He stood next to the throne and leaned on it. Katara's heart thudded but he didn't glance in her direction. "How so?" he asked.
"Your whore has grown brave. She tried to escape."
"That's okay. I've made other arrangements." Zuko studied his nails. Katara felt sick to her stomach. Was he serious?
Azula narrowed her eyes in thought then stood, taking a few steps forward. Eyeing her brother she carefully said, "Ah yes, Mai. That's too bad for our little friend then." Zuko looked up at her and she continued. "Now that you're through with her what shall we do with her? Maybe send her to Father as a gift?"
Azula's tone was cold, but Zuko's stare was colder and Katara's heart stopped beating. Less than three hours ago he was her lover, telling her how beautiful she was. Now he didn't care what happened to her. She hadn't expected him to fall in love with her, but she never dreamed he'd let this happen.
"If you must." he said shortly returning his attention to his nails. Something inside Katara broke at the sound of his dismissal, like a kick to her chest, she made an involuntary noise.
Azula's stare snapped around and she made a mocking face of pity. "Awe. You poor thing. Used and discarded. Did you think you mattered?"
Katara felt Azula's words like an egg had been cracked over her head. It was cold as it oozed over her body. All her pain, her love, her fear dripped to the ground with the slime of the egg. She could finally breathe, and she focused on the room. Her awareness sharpened and not really meaning to, she reached out to feel for water.
Zuko. Azula. The two Dai-li at her side. The three Dai-li behind her at the back of the room. Someone out in the hallway. She could feel the water in all of them.
Azula came to her, meeting her gaze. "Since we're keeping her in the family, I could make use of her too." She slid a feminine hand along Katara's jaw and into her hair, cupping the back of her head.
While in the North Katara had resented the healing classes she had been forced to take with the other women, but now she realized those lessons didn't just make her a healer. She could use those lessons to destroy.
Azula's grin fell lopsided as she seized. Katara felt the shock in the room but no one reacted because no one knew what was happening. They didn't know she was capable of more than just swirling water around. Not even Zuko. If they could see inside Azula's body they would see her veins glowing blue, her heart shining with power, and the fire in her lungs being extinguished.
The Dai-li holding her loosened their grip. With some effort Katara finally let Azula go and she thumped to the floor.
"What did you do to me?" she shrieked.
The person in the hall rushed in. Mai. Zuko took a few steps to warn her off.
Azula's face contorted. "Kill her!"
The five Dai-li moved. Unthinking Katara jerked from her handlers. She waved her hands around her as if forming a shield, dodging the hands reaching for her, and taking a defensive stance. A circle of swirling water appeared, cloaking her.
"Where did she get the water?" Mai wondered aloud.
The Dai-li fell to the floor gasping and weak. Katara waited for the guilt to assail her but it didn't come. Where ever her emotions had disappeared to when Zuko dismissed her, that must be where her conscious was as well. When no one else moved she left her stance. A flick of her wrists sent the water spiraling into protective ribbons around her, surprising everyone still in the room.
"Get off the floor! Now!" Azula screamed at the dehydrated Dai-li and Katara wondered why she didn't get up herself. She hadn't broken the woman. At least, she didn't think she had. Mai and Zuko stood staring, Zuko's arm still protectively out in front of Mai.
"Katara," Zuko called to her and she remembered that she was angry with him but in her trance she felt disconnected from the outrage and ignored him. She stepped lightly out into the hallway, vaguely aware of her name being called, and in that way she passed through the palace, through the upper levels of the city, and through the lower levels without being troubled.
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Zuko followed Katara but was unable to get close to her. The spell she was in consumed her and anyone who got too close immediately started gasping for water. Finally Zuko had set two Dai-li to follow her with orders keep their distance, make sure the rest of them did as well, and report back. When he returned Mai was trying to carry Azula to her rooms. She was too weak to stand on her own.
He easily picked her up, ignoring her threats of what she would do if it got out that she'd had to let her brother carry her. She was too weak to fight him and he had other concerns. Mai was waiting for him outside Azula's door.
"She's scarier than Azula." Mai's lips hinted at a potential grin. "Did you know she could do that?"
Zuko frowned at her, unsure what to make of her comment. "No."
She put a hand on his chest. "What are you going to do now?"
He'd seen his pretend words twist in Katara and had felt it in himself too. This was his fault, just like everything else. He let his head thump back against the door. "Wait and see where she goes."
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