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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 46
Hurts. He’s not getting up. He’s going to sleep. Katara wasn’t sure if the pain between her legs was going away or if her body was starting to shut down. Her right arm and leg were numb. Zuko was laying on them. She tried pushing with her left, but he still had her arm pinned. She couldn’t get enough leverage to budge him. She tried to lift her thigh, not that it went very far without increasing the pain, but it woke him. He grabbed it and looked at her as if she had done something wrong. He had raped her, but he looked at her like she was the one who committed a transgression against him.
Katara’s sobs returned with renewed vigor.
Zuko quickly tucked his face back into the crook of her neck. He’d made the mistake of looking at her. Her eyes were large, watery, and red. Her gown had ridden up and twisted partially exposing her breast. She was trembling. She was wet inside and she was trembling.
“Be still, Katara,” Zuko said roughly as he felt himself begin to stiffen. She needed to stop moving before she aroused him. It was bad enough his dragon enjoyed her cavern while he was doing what was necessary to protect her. He didn’t want to fuck her because he was horny; because that tight, sticky, damp opening was coaxing him back to hardness.
“Be still Katara,” he repeated gruffly trying to will away his erection.
Katara continued to tremble. Her breathing had become rapid and shallow. She felt cold. She was so cold. There was a Firebender inside her and she felt cold. At least the pain between her legs had died down to an echoing throb instead of the hot poker she felt earlier. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she continued to shake.
Zuko’s attempts to control himself were for naught. He was hard and inside her body. He shifted his hips forward and went deeper into Katara’s unwilling cavern. It felt better this time. There was enough liquid that his dragon didn’t have to worry about losing scales from too much friction. Zuko slid his hand up from her thigh over her side to cup her breast.
He kissed her neck and in between grunts he breathlessly cautioned, “You should have been still Katara.”

Katara fluttered in and out of awareness, but she heard Zuko telling her she should have been still. She hurt. He was stabbing her koalaotter again. She wanted him to be still. She wanted him to stop. She groaned, painfully hooking her ankles together and forcing her legs to close. She hoped that would work; locking her arms and legs around him so he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. It would make him stop. It would force him to leave her alone so wouldn’t keep hurting her.
Zuko moaned as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He tightened the hold he had on her thighs; the respective grips they had on the other ensured she would move with him. This time he was able to last long enough for her biological instincts to kick in. Her body began making lubrication, proper slippery lubrication not the sticky blood he mistakenly took as wetness.
It felt different this time. He was sliding in and out of her more smoothly. It felt good, so good. She was moving with him and she was slick, tight and squeezing, but she was crying. He was inside her and she was crying, but it felt better than anything he’d ever experienced. He was hurting her. He was raping her and he didn’t want it to end. It felt so good. Why did it feel good? It shouldn’t feel good.
He should feel awful. He should be sick. He should hate it. But she was so wet and so tight and it would have been perfect but she was crying. He was hurting her and his dragon liked it. There was water falling on her forehead. Why was there water falling on her forehead? Why was she blurry? She was looking at him. Her eyes were red and watery but she was blurry.
“I’m sorry, Katara… I don’t understand. It feels wonderful…so wonderful. It shouldn’t feel wonderful…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…it feels…Agni…it feels…ahh,” Zuko moaned as he filled her with his semen.

Katara opened her eyes when she felt the water dripping on her forehead. Zuko was crying. He was raping her. She was the one being raped. Why was he crying? What right did he have to cry? He was crying earlier too. Why was he crying?
She could feel him ejaculating inside her. His body and its byproducts were invading her, his arms had snaked themselves around her, his face was lying beneath hers, that thing was inside her, so was its vomit. He was holding onto her and sobbing like an injured infant clinging to his mother still whispering it felt wonderful and he was sorry.
Katara’s eyes closed. She was tired. Her arms, legs, hips, and back hurt. Her eyes were dry and scratchy. Her head was banging. Her vagina was split open, her koalaotter was speared, her turtleseal’s shell had been cracked and the culprit was weeping remorsefully beside her. She was so tired; she drifted out of consciousness as Zuko shifted their upper body weight so her head was cradled against his shoulder.

Zuko’s knees and arms bumped against metal wall when he tried to get more comfortable. Katara’s breathing had even out so he risked looking at her. She was asleep but tears still ran from her eyes. He positioned his hand beneath her thighs and buttocks so she would move with him as he wriggled towards the center of the bed. His flaccid penis had slipped out of her. The doctor had said it would be easier on her once she grew accustomed to him. He reached around her thigh and used his fingers to press as much of it back inside her as possible. His father had ensured that there would be no end to their unions so at least he wanted to make it as easy as possible for her.
He didn’t want to hurt her. It sickened him that he was a rapist which is why he didn’t understand why doing those things to her made his penis feel so amazing. Why she made him feel so amazing, so invincible, as if he were capable of anything? He had been told that he would be a child until he bedded his first woman; that no matter how old he got he wouldn’t truly be a man until he passed that milestone but he hadn’t bedded Katara. He’d raped her.
He shouldn’t get such a fantastic feeling from such a vile action.
Zuko lay next to Katara and continued to cry as he tried to figure out what was wrong with him. It wasn’t supposed to feel good inside her. He wasn’t supposed to feel like he had mastered lightning, sprouted wings and was now soaring through the heavens as she cried and begged him to pull out of her. They were bonded but she was unwilling. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy being with an unwilling woman. His dragon was not supposed to feel at home inside an unwelcoming cavern.
His dragon. Zuko sniffled in realization. Maybe that was the whole problem. As a child he had once asked Uncle Iroh and Lu Ten why they were called dragons. Lu Ten had choked then laughed about rising and spitting fire after a good soar. Uncle Iroh had quickly shushed him and said it because dragons had their own mind and it was one of those things he’d understand better when he was older. He was older now. His penis certainly seemed to have its own mind often choosing to rise when he preferred that it remained sleeping but there had to be more to it.
Zuko tried to think of everything he’d ever been told about the creatures. Dragons were a symbol of strength and a pillar of Fire Nation spirituality but they were contrary animals and extremely difficult to tame, same as his penis. The first Firebenders were majestic and awesome creatures but despite their large size young males were the weakest of the species. The females were the strongest, same as him and his sister. Same as him and Katara; she was a prodigy like Azula. If the sun had not come up at the North Pole he never would have been able to defeat her.
The power dynamic between males and females shifted the moment a male dragon reached sexual maturity and achieved its first rut. Unlike other species where males fought each other to prove worthiness to a female; male dragons had to prove themselves to be more powerful than the female they wished to mate. He’d had to fight Katara to lay with her. He could still taste blood from where she’d headbutted him earlier and his ear was still ringing from when she managed to get her arm loose and box it. To be so little she packed a mean punch.
He turned his thoughts back to dragons, many adolescent males died during mating season. Katara threatened to kill him. He fully believed if he were not careful she would. Only males able to overpower a female were allowed to mate. It was a privilege earned by proving himself capable of protecting her and their offspring.
Adult male dragons were the most dangerous creatures on the planet. He had to overpower Katara in order to do what was necessary for her to remain under his protection as his concubine.The Fire Nation was the strongest of all three and the Fire Lord was the most powerful Firebender. He had to be stronger than his father if he wanted to overthrow him.
He wasn’t sure if the lengths he was willing to go to protect Katara and help the Avatar made him dangerous or just placed him in danger.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading.
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