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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 44
Zuko woke in the middle of the night when Katara climbed over him. He rolled instinctively and pinned her beneath him. His voice was rough with sleep when he questioned, “What are you doing?”
Embarrassed and somewhat afraid, Katara pointed to the privacy screen in the corner. Before getting into bed, Zuko had placed the chamber pot behind it as well as the cleansing papers and a basin of water to wash their hands.
“Oh, sorry” Zuko said letting her go. It was dark in the room so he lit a flame in his hand so he could see if she decided to use the water to attack him. He rolled onto his back, leaving his head turned slightly towards the screen. Katara was his so long as she held his attention. He hadn’t expected his father to add that condition. Normally a royal concubine retained the appointment for life. Even if she was replaced and lost all favor she still was allowed to keep the title unless the Fire Lord went through the difficult steps of formally repudiating her.
Zuko had been surprised that his father had ordered them to go through with the signet exchange and that he had watched it. He thought his father would have found the crown prince putting his face between a water savage’s legs and licking her vagina blasphemous. He realized now that was also a test. It took boldness to do that. The scar on his face was proof that Ozai respected strength and daring above all else. He shuddered to think what would have happened if he’d been unable to go through with it.
Zuko sighed heavily and stared up at the ceiling. He had forgotten who his father was. Ozai was a cruel manipulative expert in human psychology. According to Soizin’s Laws of Inheritance that step was also the only way he could give Katara the contents of those two vaults. There were limits to what a normal concubine could be given as many times they served more than one royal and were loyal to none but themselves. A fully bonded concubine had no such restrictions. If they were going to paint Katara as a traitor making her his unofficial wife and giving her the contents of two vaults would be enough to make even the Avatar’s most loyal supporters doubt her.
Ozai’s loss of interest stipulation was a Firebender’s blade - a weapon of cruel genius and self-destruction born in Agni Jizens. A Firebender was pitted against a master swordsman in a duel to the death. It was dishonorable to bend against a non-bender but if you didn’t you would lose your battle. The only way to win was to shape your fire into a blade and wield it like a sword. The old Zuko would have never deliberately hurt anyone, especially a woman.
That Zuko was weak and didn’t deserve to keep the Avatar’s Waterbender as a prize. Zuko had to be strong enough to hurt her if he wanted her. He had to be able to treat her cruelly just like Ozai and Azula treated their pets. It also ensured that he and Katara would not truly bond. If he wanted to keep her he would have to prove he was strong enough to hold onto her and cruel enough to force her to submit. That was why his father came into his bedroom that morning and ordered him to make her scream.
His current situation with Katara could also be considered an Agni Jizen. Those matches were always fought under unfavorable conditions. They were always held in an arena surrounded by flames. If the swordsmen retreated too far to the edge he’d get burned and disgraced for not being aware of his position. If the Firebender lost one iota of concentration the fire would come rushing to him and he’d be disqualified.
No matter which combatant emerged victorious every Agni Jizen had a singular outcome- the Firebender always ended up burnt by his own element.
His father had ensured that he couldn’t pretend he and Katara were sexually active. Every time they left the room his sheets were changed for verification. He had to leave evidence. Even when he had gone to get food and Katara was let out of his room the bedding had been changed when he returned. He began to get suspicious in the palace so when they arrived at the ship he singed the top and bottom sheets in the middle of the bed. When he pulled back the covers before he and Katara got in bed the sheets weren’t marred. Someone was already testing his claim she was his and that he hadn’t lost interest.
He couldn’t just masturbate or let her touch him. She bled during intercourse. Even if she didn’t the smell and stains were different when it was two people. He was the best man in Mu’s wedding. He and one of Quanli’s friends had been the ones to carry the sheets outside to the sages and pledge their support to their future children beneath the first rays of Agni. Quanli had made the bed before they walked in but he’d still seen the difference in what was on the sheets as he and what’s her face folded them.
He was now absolutely certain his father had someone monitoring them to ensure he continued to rape her. If he’d noticed those things as a virgin a more experienced person would know if there were no intimacy between them. They had to have sex if he wanted to keep protecting her. He knew she wouldn’t allow it. He had the bruises from where she’d fought him the first three times. The only time she hadn’t fought was when they were in front of his father but seeing her shut down and whimper was worse than dodging her blows.
In spite of his promise it would end once they left the palace, he would have to rape her again. If he wanted to keep her safe he couldn’t stop so long as she was in Fire Nation custody. Zuko felt his stomach begin to knot. Katara had looked so peaceful earlier while she was sleeping. When they were in the palace, her face remained drawn and pinched even in slumber. He could tell by how she was moving that she was still in pain. The palace doctor said she would hurt until her body became accustomed to his.
Zuko didn’t want to think of how long or how often that would take. It would be easier if she just gave herself to him but he was her enemy. He wouldn’t surrender so easily or trust that someone who had hunted them across the globe would be trying to help him; especially if that so called help required allowing the enemy to have sex with him. Zuko watched the shadows cast by the flame dance across the ceiling.
He should have known better than to think he could beat his father at his own game.

Angry at first that Zuko had drawn a flame, Katara soon became grateful for it. In addition to the empty chamber pot and basin she saw him let down, there were also two pitchers of clean water and a second chamber pot to dump dirty water in. She finished her business and Zuko’s flame told her exactly where he was so she decided to use some of the clean water to attempt try and heal the areas Zuko had damaged.
She checked the water from the pitcher for purity. Satisfied it was safe to use she blew on it hoping cooler water would help ease the pain before gloving her hand and pressing it between her legs. She’d tried to heal herself the first night on the ship and in the palace, but the water stung too badly. This was excruciating but she held it until the torn flesh inside her vagina slowly began to knit back together again.
She fought back tears, repeating the process once more before giving up and deciding to direct a small stream of cold water into her opening. She bit her lips so she wouldn’t cry out. It had never hurt to put water between her legs. Most of the time it was her favorite form of masturbation, but now it was agonizing. That part of her body was never meant to sustain that type of rough treatment or undergo the subsequent accelerated healing.
She endured what she could. By the time she was finished even the looser brief type underwear that Mine said were inspired by Fire Nation swimwear were too painful to put back on. Her nightgown reached mid-calf and there was no reason for Zuko to bother her for the evening. If he wanted to hurt her he would have done so already. He wouldn’t have asked that she use her hand to pleasure him.
She returned to the bed sans underwear and lay against the wall. She froze when Zuko reached for her, but relaxed again when he said it was only so he could hold her in his arms. He had explained doing that would keep her from escaping and he wouldn’t have to tie her down. He was aroused earlier but had not forced himself on her. She saw no harm in scooting a bit closer to him.
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