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Oasis	By : vickiso Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 40533 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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My mouth was sticky with Zuko’s semen. It wasn’t as unpleasant tasting or gross as I thought it would be. His cum was sweet and warm, and had flowed into my mouth as if it were meant for me alone to enjoy. I lapped it up, feeling somehow that I had earned it.

It had been thrilling to hear Prince Zuko scream my name the way he had. His whole body had flexed and his face had clenched into a look of sheer agony; and then it was all over, and he collapsed, eyes wide, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Of course, it didn’t help my situation much, now that he was sated and I was bereft. I pouted, regretting that I had thrust him so quickly into orgasm, but it had been almost too easy. I could practically taste his need. I crawled up next to him and lay down, propping myself up on one arm, watching him smugly.

“I guess sometimes you’ll just have to lose to me,” I murmured.

He turned to stare at me, panting, breathless, his face full of disquiet which I could discern was quickly morphing into yearning and desire. I smiled down at him with as much of a smoldering look as I could muster, and traced my fingers along his collarbone. He took my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, as if he could drink the passion through my veins.

He drew me back down, hands in the small of my back. Our lips met again, and I warmed all over as his fire was rekindled.

* * *

I’d never recovered so quickly in my life. Concubines, stray serving women… none had ever quenched my lust, but neither had they stirred within me the utter need to do it twice… or more.

As soon as Katara had looked into my face, all I could feel was my blood rushing hot and thick to find my pleasure centre, and I was quickly aroused as we devoured each others mouths. I held her closely, still feeling slightly winded from the last round, and worked my skilled hands over her, stroking and squeezing and playing with her perfect body. That dark skin was so delightfully unblemished – I would have expected someone from a cold clime to have rough, dry skin, but hers was supple, and nearly hairless. I pressed her down onto the soft grass and splayed myself on top of her.

Our lips broke and she gazed at me as my member softly probed, seeking entrance through the soft, slick folds of her flower. Her delicate brow furrowed. I hesitated.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. Not that I was about to allow her to get away now – my need was burning hot once more, and as a I lay there, the tip of my sword ready to run her through, I knew nothing could stop me from simply taking what I wanted. But… something was different. I did care that this was what she wanted.

Katara’s lips parted, her breath heavy. “Zuko… I… I don’t want to get pregnant.”

I blinked. Of course, that was always a concern, and the last thing this girl wanted – the last thing I wanted, for that matter – was an illegitimate heir to the Fire Nation!

I touched her brow, smoothing the wrinkles over, tracing a finger down along her slender neck.

“You won’t,” I assured her. It was not a hundred percent effective, but she seemed to trust my soothing words and relaxed beneath me. Her legs spread a little wider and she tilted her pelvis up in invitation, looking coyly up at me from beneath her thick lashes.

Mine. All mine.

I smiled down at her, purring. And pushed.

* * *

OH GODS THAT HURTS.

I held my breath as Zuko’s thick, hard cock bore into me. I thought I was going to tear in half. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to feel the burning sensation as, inch by inch, he slid in. His gentle fingering had not worked me in enough, and I could feel the muscles in my thighs and buttocks clench. I didn’t think my legs would have had to spread so far apart to admit him. It was like riding a horse. It felt like fire incarnate was entering me, and I burned, but felt as though I was being reborn at the same time, out of the ashes of a childhood lost long ago.

Despite the pain, despite the discomfort, I felt the pulse of pleasure stirring within me. It hurt, but in a good way. The Firebender lay atop me, still, clutching me.

“Are you okay?” He whispered in my ear, his voice full of genuine concern. I nodded hesitantly, not knowing whether or not I was lying.

“It hurts,” I whimpered.

“It won’t after a bit. Try to relax,” he kissed me softly, his lips tasting sweet against mine. I could feel he was wholly into me, not just in body, but in mind. The hardness in his eyes seemed to have disappeared. Had we really been fighting only minutes (hours?) ago? Hadn’t he been trying to kill me? Hadn’t he been trying to kidnap Aang?

I felt a surge of guilt and horror and struggled against myself. But all those thoughts disappeared in an instant as Zuko reapplied his lips to my tender neck. My arms fell across his waist in an effort to pull him off, but I found my body had gained a will of its own, and my hands snaked down to his shapely buttocks. Oh, those were nice. I squeezed him gently as he growled into my ear. And then he gently pulled out of me.

I moaned, feeling the length of his shaft withdraw from my tight pussy. He looked absolutely delighted at my response, but instead of repeating this wonderful, drawn out motion, settled himself down to attend to my breasts. He took the left nipple into his mouth, and I felt his tongue play around the hard nub of flesh, teasing it back into erection while his hand worked on the other, squeezing and pinching and grabbing with all the eagerness of a child. I groaned and wriggled under him, wishing he would slide back into me so I could feel that sensuous snake dig into my crevice. I arched my back as he bit down on the flesh of my boob, and let out a cry as he slid back in.

“I want you, Katara,” the prince breathed hotly. His firm, strong body hovered above me, and my gaze traced the muscular path down, seeing where his loins had merged with mine. He growled. “I want to make you mine.”

I felt my eyes widen and I nodded silently.

And he began to move. Slowly, ever so slowly at first. I watched as his whole body lingered above mine, flexing as he kept himself under perfect control, trying not to lose himself. I could feel he was holding back his passion, holding back as much as he could for fear of hurting me. And knowing this made me want him even more.

I wrapped my slender legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into me, groaning as he ground into my hips. My hands reached up to stroke his perfect chest, to feel those perfect muscles ripple in my hands. The sight of his hips rocking and his buttock clenching as he thrust in and out of me made me wetter, and he responded by moving faster, deeper.

“You’re… so tight…” he strained, panting. I mewed beneath him, waves of pleasure swelling through me from a place deep within my being that I had only ever sensed from the edges of adulthood, like the deepest, darkest part of a secret well in the woods.

“Zuko…” I breathed. “Ohh… Zuko…”

He applied his mouth to my collar, biting and sucking fiercely as he pumped in and out, and I clung to him with equal ferocity, never allowing him to escape from my grasp, from this wonderful cocoon of silken pleasure he had spun around me.

Every thrust brought me ever closer to a void I knew I would never escape from.

* * *

She was so tight and wet, I nearly came as soon as I entered her. I could feel the sweat standing on my brow as I willed myself to calm down, to diminish the fire. If it were my choice, I would have her all night and the day after, but the situation was still what it was. But gods, was she TIGHT.

I couldn’t help but peek up at the Avatar’s hollow body as I lay atop the Waterbender, fucking her brains out.

Do you see this, Avatar? Are you watching me as I take the girl you could never have? She is calling for me. She wants me. Her pussy is wet for me, not you. She belongs to me now. You can never have her. Katara’s mine.

I pounded my cock into her even harder at this thought. Mine, mine, mine. She wailed a little and I slowed down, feeling the pressure build within me, threatening to push me over the edge once more. My arms were growing tired from supporting my weight, and the ecstasy rippling through me was only making me tremble.

But why should I have to do all the work? It was time to see what other tricks my beautiful little water peasant had learned.

* * *

Zuko suddenly pulled himself up without pulling out, grabbing me around the waist, and hauling me onto a straddling position over him. I was sitting on top of him now, chest-to-chest, legs spread around his slender waist, his cock buried up to the hilt within my wet, warm pussy. I swooned at the deepness of it, wondered about how much more could possibly fit inside me. He was just so big in there, I thought for sure I would split down the centre.

The prince buried his face between my breasts and I groaned with pleasure as he gently began to rock. His tongue curled around my left nipple, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts, his hands pulling me into him. I leaned back and savoured his touch, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders, playing with his delightful ponytail. He had fantastic, silky locks of raven wing hair, and his scalp, which had always been a little menacing looking to me, was surprisingly soft, covered in the thinnest layer of stubbly peach fuzz. All in all, I thought he had a wonderfully shaped head for the shaved look, though part of my mind began to picture the prince with a full head of hair and no scar. Damn, but he would be – was – devastatingly beautiful.

I was brought back to earth as he nipped at the bud of my breast. I hissed.

“Where did you go?” He smirked, though I could see a bit of anger in his eyes, mixed with… hurt?

Could it be? Zuko was actually a little hurt that my attention hadn’t been totally focused on him in the heat of the moment? I smiled inwardly. He was more human than I thought.

“I was just thinking of you…” I managed. “How handsome you are…”

A dozen emotions flickered over his still features, and I could only named half of them. Among them, incredulity, bemusement, bitterness, and joy. I reached out tenderly and stroked his face. The scar that was such an integral part of the way I identified him didn’t seem to be so bad to me, but he flinched from my touch. I could sense reticence creeping into his usual brash and arrogant manner. His eyes begged me. Please, don’t…

I stared back into those champagne eyes, glistening in the moonlight, and was possessed with the urge to own him. I had glimpsed something there, a rare, soft delicacy beneath a rock-hard shell, and I wanted to keep it for myself. I darted in and devoured his lips, and I felt him gasp at my sudden ferocity. I plunged my tongue into his mouth, wanting to penetrate him as deeply as he was penetrating me, and pressed my diminutive weight upon him, forcing him to lie back while I straddled him.

I had seen women do this before, back in the Southern Water Tribe, before all the men had left to fight in the war. I was barely 10 when I had heard odd noises coming from one of the tents and gone to investigate. There, I saw two of the villagers, newly promised to each other, lying naked on the seal skin furs, the large-breasted woman straddling her man like a komodo rhino, pumping her loins up and down, gyrating, stroking the place between his legs while the man groaned and thrashed beneath her, grunting. I must have stared through that opening for a good five minutes before Sokka called me out to play. I hadn’t understood any of it at the time, but even then, I knew it was some magic rite, the look of sheer sensuality on the woman’s face becoming my internalized ideal of womanhood.

And so here I was now, straddling the Prince of the Firebenders, my first lover, the man I had somehow always known would be my first. A prophetic whisper echoed in my mind: I see a great romance for you… I can see that he’s a very powerful bender. I grinned. Zuko gazed back up at me, wanting, waiting, needing.

And with the slightest hesitation, I slowly and gently began to thrust my hips forward. And back. And forward.

The intensity rippled through me, a current of pure sex seeming to pulse right down to my toes. I heard Zuko whisper a moan of approval, and his hands fondled my exposed front, squeezing my tits and running up and down my flat, smooth stomach. I closed my eyes, feeling those strong, warm hands caress me, and knew I never wanted him – wanted this – to stop.

“Ride me…” Zuko groaned, and I obeyed, thrusting ever deeper, grinding down into him, feeling his balls press into my shapely bottom. The prince grabbed my hips and set me into steady back and forth rhythm, sending tingles through my spine. I whimpered and moaned, feeling my passage tighten and release even more fluid over him. I was beginning to worry I had accidentally wet myself – the pressure in my nether region was such that I wasn’t sure what was happening anymore, only that it felt so good.

And then the sexy Firebender began stroking that hard nub of pleasure at my centre. He growled and stared straight into my face.

“Come,” He commanded. “I want you to come, Katara.”

I looked at him, shaking my head a little. I never wanted this to stop! But Zuko did not relent. He ground at my clit, shattering the last vestiges of my reserve, tearing a cry of pleasure from my throat. He smiled.

“Fuck me until you come,” he thrust deeply into me, and it seemed he had grown thicker and harder within me. “I want to watch you come, my sweet Waterbender…”

He grabbed my hips once more and made me ride him at a gallop. My tits bounced in front of me and hair whipped about as I flung my head back, crying with each plunge. Prince Zuko’s face was set in look of furious determination, a mask split between anguish and rapture.

“Z-Zuko…” I gasped, my spine jarring.

“Come,” he demanded.

I felt the pressure in me and I wanted release badly. My hands wandered down my front, cupping my sensitive breasts briefly. I squeeze myself and Zuko grunted appreciatively as he continued to pound into me. One hand reached down and my fingers stroked at my pleasure bud. I clenched and moaned. I pushed down into Zuko and threw myself into riding that thick, gorgeous cock, rubbing at my clit. I hardly noticed as he lay back and watched me intently, lips slightly parted, panting, as I felt my whole body arch and tighten.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I shoved Zuko into me as deep as I could and pressed into my bud until I exploded in sheer pleasure, screaming Zuko’s name, hearing it echo off the oasis walls.

I collapsed on top of that princely, white chest, gasping, heaving, thrilling.
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