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One Night For The Avatar	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(A/N: Alright, we are back. And we've got a pretty long chapter coming up. Well, I guess average length for this story. But after the way last chapter ended, we're going to jump right back into the smut. Things also start to take a more interesting turn. The chapter title should clue you in on what to expect a bit.)
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Chapter 5: In Control
For the next couple of minutes, Katara continued to lay with her head by the edge of the bed as she contemplated this latest experience. That had been… something. She’d just had Zuko face fuck her and shoot his load down her throat without so much as wasting a drop. Chalk it up to one more thing she hadn’t thought she would be experiencing when making this deal.
Zuko had enjoyed it, that much had been evident. And for some reason, it gave her a feeling of satisfaction to know that she had been able to please him with her mouth, just as he had her. While simply taking him into her mouth had been fine, even enjoyable in its own right, a throat fucking, as she thought it was called, had been a bit too much for her first time. She’d offered no objections to it though, so she couldn’t fault Zuko for that. And if it had felt even a fraction as good as when he had used his mouth on her, then she certainly couldn’t blame him for his enthusiasm.
Speaking of Zuko, she was aware of his head resting against the bed right next to hers. She was facing away from him, but she could still hear as his breathing slowly evened out. A few moments later, she felt him reach up and tangle his hands in her hair. Then he rose up and turned around, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“You really are amazing, Katara,” he told her.
She didn’t respond as he climbed back up onto the bed. Taking hold of her, he gathered her into his arms as she was spooned against him once more and shifted them closer to the center of the bed. He held her for a short while, and Katara began to fidget. Now that she had caught her breath, she was painfully aware of how aroused she still was, her body screaming with the need to find its own release.
“I should apologize,” he told her. “I was too rough. You weren’t ready for that. I’m sorry. I should have taken things more slowly.”
No, she hadn’t been ready for it, but again, she hadn’t voiced any objections. She told herself it was due to a mix of naivety and the need to make sure he was satisfied so he would free Aang rather than out of her own desire to want to please him, even if she felt like she did owe him to return the same pleasure he had given her with his mouth.
“I thought you said that a real man always cums inside a woman,” she commented, her own words shocking her. Was she actually teasing him about sex? She hadn’t meant to; she’d spoken the words before fully comprehending them.
She heard him chuckle. “I did cum in you. Just in a different spot. And speaking of cumming.” One of his hands moved lower, finding her center, and Katara inhaled as he slipped a finger inside her. “I need to make sure you do as well.”
His finger moved through her wet folds, causing her to grow even wetter. Closing her eyes, Katara’s head fell back and her mouth dropped open. Her own hand grabbed his wrist, but she made no move to stop him as he stroked her. He found her G-spot once more after a few seconds, and she jerked in response, a loud gasp escaping her. Another similar sound slipped past her lips as he added a second finger while peppering kisses along her shoulder and neck, going up higher to the side of her head. She felt him lick the shell of her ear before he began nibbling on her earlobe, gently biting down on it and causes her to shiver.
Releasing her ear, he began whispering in it. “You’re certainly very wet, Katara, and I haven’t really touched you yet. Tell me, did you enjoy sucking my cock?”
She whimpered, both from his fingers and from embarrassment. “Don’t… talk about… that…”
He chuckled again. “Why not? I like knowing that you enjoy pleasing me. I certainly enjoy pleasing you. Lovers are supposed to like giving their partner pleasure.”
She shifted about in his arms. “We’re not… lovers…”
He curled his fingers inside her, making her gasp. “By definition, I think we are.”
She weakly shook her head. “We’re not… This is a… a one-time thing…”
She could hear the smile in his voice as he responded. “One time is all it takes to become lovers, Katara. Besides, I think this is already at least a two-time thing, if you’re only counting actual sex. Or at least it will be soon enough.”
Katara could feel his semi-erect member against her backside. “But you’re…”
It was too embarrassing to say, but she knew she had gotten her meaning across. He simply chuckled again as he began making a come-hither motion with his fingers inside her. “I just need a little recovery time, but I’m far from finished. In the meantime though,” he removed his fingers, and a sound of protest unintentionally escaped Katara as he sat up behind her, “I’d like to see how you pleasure yourself.”
She froze. Slowly, she glanced over her shoulder and looked up at him in disbelief. Surely she had misheard him. He couldn’t possibly have just asked her that. “What… What do you mean?”
His smile widened. “I said I want to see how you touch yourself.”
Going red in the face, she turned around to face him, sitting up and shuffling backwards to put some distance between them. “You… You can’t be serious. I can’t do… that in front of you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You mean masturbate?” She blushed harder, and he smirked. “Why not? I would very much like to watch you pleasure yourself.”
Wishing the bed would swallow her up, she covered her face. “But… it’s so embarrassing.”
He laughed at that. “And nothing else we’ve done isn’t? Me touching you isn’t? I would have thought you would find that to be even more embarrassing. But as much as I love touching you, I also want to see how you pleasure yourself.” Sitting up more comfortably, he shifted closer. “Touch yourself for me, Katara. Feel the heat of your desire. Make yourself cum. I want to see it.”
For several long moments, she sat there with her hands still covering her face. But slowly, they began to slide down until her eyes were visible. She looked at Zuko and saw him watching her expectantly. His look was smoldering, like he desired nothing more than to watch her touch herself. And slowly, almost against her will, her hands lowered further. Her left hand came to a stop on her breast, but the other continued downward. Slowly, her bent knees opened as she spread her legs, and she reached down between them.
Zuko was staring at her hungrily, his breathing rough. Katara could scarcely believe she was doing this, but she lowered her hand further and slipped a finger inside herself. She breathed in deeply through her nose as she slowly began moving it in and out of herself. Unlike with Zuko’s fingers, her touch was familiar and pleasing, but now that she knew what it was like to have someone else touch her, it wasn’t her own fingers she craved.
Be that as it may, her own touch still brought her pleasure. And while she was still sore from losing her virginity and having sex for the first time only a few hours ago, the familiar pleasing sensation still caused her to react accordingly. And as her finger moved through her wet folds, her other hand massaged her breast and played with her nipple.
Her breathing grew more labored as she pleasured herself, trying and failing to ignore the fact that she had an audience, her face burning. She had only ever done this in her private moments, but with Zuko watching her, and so intensely, she felt more aroused than she had ever remembered being when touching herself before.
Zuko’s own breathing had grown heavier as well as he watched her. In his lap, his semi-hard cock had become more erect, and he took it in his hand. Katara’s breath hitched further as he began masturbating himself as he watched her, his cock growing bigger and harder in his hand. Watching him masturbate while she fingered herself caused her arousal to grow even higher, and the knot in her stomach tightened even more.
It had never been like this before. Never had touching herself caused her to become this excited this fast, and it even felt better than usual. Was it because he was watching her, or because she was watching him? Probably both. Regardless, she felt her arousal reach heights higher and faster than she had ever managed to reach when touching herself before. It also came with the realization that she was essentially the one preparing them both to have sex once again.
As she pleasured herself, she slowly, subconsciously, moved to lay back. Her eyes began to flutter open and closed, and she didn’t even realize that her head was now resting against the mattress until she opened her eyes again and realized that she was now staring at the ceiling. Her legs were still bent at the knee, her hand between them, as her other hand continued to play with her breast, pinching and tugging at her nipple.
Her eyes drifted shut again as she imagined that it was Zuko’s fingers moving inside her instead of her own. As enjoyable as her own touch was, it wasn’t the same. His fingers were longer, thicker, slightly rougher, and, of course, warmer. And having a partner touch her was better as well. Not only did it provide a feeling of intimacy, a partner could do things she couldn’t.
She could touch herself where and how she wanted, giving herself instant gratification, that was true, but a partner could tease and torment her, surprise her and keep her guessing as to where they would touch her, and when and how, greatly increasing her excitement and anticipation for even more pleasing results than what she could give herself.
Zuko had certainly been good at bringing her results. And as she imagined it being him touching her, her back arched higher and higher off the bed as a stream of moans escaped her. The hand between her leg was moving frantically, alternating between flicking across her clit and shoving her fingers inside herself as she all but yanked on her nipple. She completely forgot where she was and the predicament she was in as her pleasure peeked and she cried out as she came.
She rose almost completely off the bed as her climax rolled over her, practically balancing on her head and toes. Tremors shook her body for several long seconds, and then she dropped back down onto the bed, breathing heavily, her body glistening with perspiration. She panted as she attempted to catch her breath, her arms flopping down on the bed next to her. That had easily been the best orgasm she had ever managed to give herself, and the fastest she had ever managed to make herself climax.
Which suddenly reminded her of her present company, leaving her once more unable to believe that she had just masturbated in front of Zuko. And as soon as she was able to, she lifted her head to look at him. She almost gasped at the look on his face. He looked almost ravenous, and his formerly spent cock was now fully erect once more in his hand. That surprised her; she had been under the impression that it took longer for a man to recover after having spilled himself, but it seemed that he was ready to go again. Had simply watching her touch herself done that?
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Katara,” he told. “After watching you writhing underneath me, of course.”
She blushed, wishing that he would stop saying things like that, though she was beginning to suspect that he was deliberately saying such embarrassing things on purpose just to make her blush. He seemed to enjoy seeing her cheeks fill with heat. How ironic with him being a Firebender.
He moved closer, crawling over her body and laying on top of her. He pushed away her hair sticky to her sweaty forehead, then leaned down and kissed her. It was a gently kiss, but a hungry one. Katara didn’t really have the energy to respond right now, still feeling weak from her orgasm, but she allowed him to kiss her, opening up to him when his lips coaxed hers to part.
But as he continued to kiss her, her energy started to renew and her passion began to reignite. She started kissing him back, and once her arms had regained their strength, she wrapped them around him again. And after a period of fervent kissing, Zuko suddenly rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. His arms remained wrapped around her, holding her close, as their heads turned this way and that as they continued making out.
Lying on top of him, their groins pressed together, Katara could feel his hard length pressed against her stomach. Just beneath it, his sac rested against her entrance, brushing against her clit. Then Zuko’s hands slowly made their way down her back, sliding over her rear and grasping her cheeks. He pulled her against him, rubbing their nether regions together, and Katara tore her mouth from his as she gasped.
He continued to slide her against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he did so. The knot in her stomach returned in full force, as if she hadn’t just climaxed a few minutes ago. She groaned as she bit her bottom lip, and couldn’t resist rubbing herself against him as well as he pulled her against him.
Eventually stopping, he looked up at her with a heated look. “Sit up, Katara. You’re going to be on top this time.”
It took a few moments for his words to register to her. When they did, her eyes flickered open and she looked down at him. “What?”
He reached up and combed her hair back. “I’m telling you to straddle me. I want you on top. You’re going to be in control this time.”
She stared at him in bewilderment. He wanted her to be in control. That… No, she couldn’t do that. She hadn’t known what to do when he had been the one in control, how was she supposed to know what to do when she was meant to be in control?
As she contemplated this, he coaxed her into sitting up, and she soon found herself sitting astride him, one leg on either side of his waist, his cock sticking up and resting against her center as she sat in his lap. In this position, she was fully exposed to him, his eyes and hands free to explore her whole body. For some reason, this was even more embarrassing than him simply seeing her naked, almost as embarrassing as the thought of him wanting her to take control of their sex.
“Ride me, Katara,” he ordered, his voice dripping with lust. “Put me inside you and pleasure us both.”
She was certain that she was blushing harder now than she ever had before in her life, even more than when she had taken him in her mouth or touched herself in front of him. Closing her eyes, she covered her face, unable to look at him. “I can’t. It’s too embarrassing. And I don’t know how.”
He didn’t respond, not at first, but then she felt his hands on her arms as he gently pulled her hands away from her face. She kept her eyes closed though, too embarrassed to look at him, but the silence drove her crazy, and she eventually cracked them open to look down at him. He still had that hungry, lustful look in his eyes, but his expression was one of patience and restraint.
“It’s ok,” he told her. “I said that I would help guide you with what you don’t know. As for your embarrassment, let’s see if we can work on that.”
She had no idea what he meant by that. How did one get over such an embarrassment? The only reason she hadn’t been bothered by it the other times was because she had been distracted from it as she got lost in the pleasure. And for that matter, how was he not embarrassed to be on full display the way he was? But then again, she didn’t think he did have a reason to be embarrassed, not with the kind of body he had.
She was brought out of her thoughts as his hands moved to her hips as he encouraged her to move forward. She did so, shifting further up his body until her sex was resting on top of his.
“Stop right there, Katara. Now rest your hands on my chest. Yes, just like that.”
She was on his lap, sitting directly on his cock. Her hands were on his chest, just as he said, and she enjoyed the feel of his hard muscles beneath her palms. He shifted about underneath her, moving further up the bed, taking her with him, then reached back to retrieve a pillow and placed it under his head.
Then he reached for her again. One hand settled on her hip while the other went between her legs. His fingers spread her open, and he shifted beneath her some more so his cock was settled fully between her nether-lips, causing her labia to hug the length of his cock, but not yet penetrating her. Then his hand joined his other one on her hip and he looked up at her.
“This will help with your shyness,” he explained. “Move your hips forward and back. Slide over me.”
Katara’s eyes widened. He wanted her to… slide over him? How was that supposed to help her get over her shyness? True, it technically wasn’t sex, but it was still just as embarrassing.
Zuko waited patiently beneath her, though it was clear that he was straining in trying to hold himself back. Feeling the heat in her cheeks, Katara bit her bottom lip before bracing herself on his chest and sliding her hips forward. A surprised gasp escaped her as she moved over his cock, her nether-lips sliding along his length, and a wave of pleasure ran through her. Zuko’s hands moved with her hips, halting her as she slid over the head of his cock, just short of being able to penetrate her, though it would be so easy to do so in this position.
He applied light pressure to her lower body, encouraging her to now move her hips back. She did so, sliding backwards until she reached his balls before stopping again, and another equally pleasurable sensation ran through her. Zuko nodded in approval and pulled her forward again, and Katara mimicked her initial movement, forward and then back.
“That’s it, Katara,” he breathed huskily. “Keep doing that.”
Katara’s mouth drifted open as she began continuously moving her hips forward and back, coating the underside of his cock in her wetness. His hands remained on her hips, helping to guide her movements, but they no longer became necessary as she found a rhythm. It was a different feeling from sex, but it also felt oh so good. She began moving her hips faster, pushing down against him to increase the friction and pressure. Pulling her against him, Zuko’s grip on her hips tightened as she moved, forward and back, push and pull.
It didn’t so much as help her get over her shyness and embarrassment like he said as it did make her forget about it. That was one advantage intimacy had, the pleasure distracted you from any embarrassment or shameful feelings one might experience. And as Katara leaned forward, balancing on his chest, she pressed down harder against him as her movements gained speed.
But as delightful as sliding against him like this was, there was something missing. Her insides felt empty, her inner muscles clenching around nothing as her body responded to the stimulation. It brought forth a hunger that had nothing to do with food, causing her to rub against him faster and harder, seeking that fulfilling feeling that her body was now desperately craving, but was unable to achieve without him filling her.
She could tell that she would be able to climax like this, but could also tell that there was something lacking in it, something that would give her even greater satisfaction. Yet she strived to get what she could from this, closing her eyes as she panted, soft moans escaping her. She wanted more, needed more. Her body screamed for her to be closer to him, and so she lowered herself down onto her forearms, gripping his shoulders for support.
Lying on him like this allowed her to slide her whole body along his as she moved over him, her breasts grazing against his chest as she did so. Zuko’s hands moved up higher, going from her hips to her lower back as he held her against him, grinding their nether regions together. Taking the initiative, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard as she continued to rub up against him.
A powerful wave of pleasure suddenly flashed through her. It wasn’t quite an orgasm, but it felt wonderful, and she paused in her movements to simply press her lower body hard against his. Her head rose as she sucked in a big gulp of air, enjoying the sensation. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her toes wiggled at the delightful tingling feeling, and she wanted more of it, but Zuko was now holding her hips firmly against his, not allowing her to move anymore. It seemed he had reached his limit.
“Are you ready for me, Katara?” he asked her. “Are you ready to put me inside you and bring us both to completion?”
Another embarrassing question that Katara was too shy to answer. Did he have to word it in such a way? He had to have been doing it on purpose. But, gods, did he make it sound sexy. Instead of answering though, she lowered her head, burying her face into his shoulder as she felt her cheeks color. But after several long seconds of silence, she nodded against him, and a few moments later rose to sit up over him.
Straddling him once more, she looked down between them to his erect cock resting against her slit. She stared at it for a few seconds before reaching for it. And as her fingers closed around its length, she glanced at Zuko. He was watching her intensely, waiting for her. He seemed to very much want her to be the one to insert him this time.
She looked back down at his length, pumping her hand up and down it a few times. As embarrassing as it was to admit, she wanted it inside her, her body was demanding it. And so, taking a deep breath, she rose up onto her knees and placed him at her entrance. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation as she inserted the head, and then began to lower her hips as she sank down on him, taking him inside her. They both moaned simultaneously as he filled her, and that feeling of being completed ran through Katara.
She continued to let gravity carry her down until her hips met his, and he bottomed out inside her as her pubic hair meshed with his. She could feel him pressing against the entrance to her womb as he twitched inside her, and she relished in the feel of being connected with him again.
There was still some slight pain from her soreness, but she was so aroused at this point that she barely noticed it, and it was quickly forgotten. With her on top, he felt even deeper than before, the pleasure different, but just as enjoyable as when he was on top of her, and she exhaled loudly as her eyes fluttered at the feeling of being filled so completely. She simply sat there as she relished in the sensation, simply enjoying the feel of having him inside her, and she realized that his words hadn’t been just words. She did indeed feel utterly complete having him inside her, feeling as if he were piercing her very soul, making her feel as if they had become one being.
“Spirits, Katara, you’re so damn tight,” he growled as his hands once more found placement on her hips. “I can feel you squeezing me.”
Her only response was a small whimper as the urge to move overwhelmed her. She began shifting on him, and Zuko’s hands on her hips gave slight indication that she should rise up. She followed that encouragement, lifting up and then dropping down when his hands pulled on her slightly, allowing his cock to rub against her insides. A gasp escaped her at the feeling, and she did it again on her own, raising her hips and then bringing them down. The same pleasurable feeling greeted her, and she began repeatedly rising and falling on him.
Her movements were slow and unsure at first, but slowly began gaining speed until she found a pace that she liked, and proceeded to move in a way that was most pleasing. Zuko clearly enjoyed it as well, his head falling back as he watched her go up and down on him. His hands remained on her hips, lifting and pulling her in time with her movements, his breath escaping him each time she came down on him.
Her own hands remained on his chest, just as they did when she was sliding over him, helping her to push up and down. Moaning gasps escaped her each time she came down on him, her breasts bouncing and her hair dancing around her. She was so euphoric she almost felt like she was going to fly away, and the need to grip something overcame her. Her nails dug into his chest as she scratched at him, leaving red marks and little quarter moon indentations. Zuko didn’t seem to mind though and actually seemed to enjoy it, hissing in pleasure as she clawed at him.
“You can do more than just go up and down,” he told her. “Try it. Keep me inside you and move your hips. Rock them forward and back, like when you were sliding on me. Gyrate your hips, move side to side, whatever you want. There’s so much pleasure to share. Try different things and see what you enjoy more.”
She paused in her movements at his words, considering. What other moves could she do? Quite a bit now that she thought about it. He had suggested a few, like going forward and back, and so she decided to try that. She kept her pelvis pressed to his and began rocking her hips forward, then back.
She felt his cock move inside her, keeping him buried deep as her inner walls squeezed and massaged his length, and a moan escaped her. She did it some more, finding a new rhythm, and quickly began panting loudly as she humped against him. Oh yes, she liked this even more than going up and down.
“That’s it, Katara,” Zuko grunted. “Forward and back, just like the waves on the shore. A Waterbender like you should understand that well.”
She blushed at the thought of Waterbending being linked to sex in any way, yet she kept moving her hips, unable to stop. Her body seemed to be moving on its own, almost out of her control. Instinct seemed to have taken over, silently telling her what to do as Zuko continued to help guide her movements. She was sweating profoundly again, her mouth hanging open and her eyes closed as sounds of pleasure escaped her.
As she continued to move on him, she became aware of one of his hands moving from her hip to her lower stomach, pressing against the area between her bellybutton and public mound, and she realized he was feeling his own member moving inside her. For some reason, the thought of him feeling himself from within her sent an erotic thrill through her. She could feel it herself in her lower belly, hot and hard as it rubbed against her walls as she moved.
But then his hand drifted lower, and he began rubbing her clit. Katara cried out loudly, her hands leaving his chest to tangle in her hair. She pulled on her brown locks as Zuko continued rubbing her clit, the extra stimulation driving her crazy. He did this for a short while before his hand left her clit to reach up and touch her breast.
Katara’s own hands had stopped pulling on her hair, but continued to tangle in it. For reasons she wasn’t sure why, she gathered up her hair, bunching it up above her head before letting it fall as she stretched her arms above her, feeling as if she could touch the heavens. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, she just let instinct guide her, doing whatever felt good. And Zuko’s hands on her felt very good.
One of them rose higher, his index finger stroking her lips. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and took his finger into it, sucking on the digit and swirling her tongue around it. She was surprised by her actions, but Zuko seemed to enjoy this very much, letting out a pleased grunt beneath her as his other hand settled over her breast, grasping it in his palm.
He eventually pulled his finger from her mouth and his hand trailed lower, taking hold of her other breast, caressing them both. But as much as Katara enjoyed the feel of his hands on her chest, she missed the feel of him exploring her body. She took it upon herself, sliding her own hands down her body, rubbing her stomach, her sides, everywhere.
“Touch yourself,” Zuko told her.
Her eyes flickered open as she glanced down at him. Any other time, she would be overcome with embarrassment, but she was too lost in ecstasy to feel anything of the sort. And so one of her hands moved between her legs, massaging herself as she continued to hump against him. There was so much sensation, she couldn’t focus on anything other than the overwhelming pleasure assaulting her senses.
Zuko continued to fondle her breasts, his caresses rougher than before. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and fingers slightly, pulling and twisting them. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to cause a wave of stimulation to flash through her, making her inner muscles clench. Katara cried out in response, her hands coming up and grabbing his wrists. He released her nipples and cupped her breasts once more, pulling them apart and pushing them together. Her hands moved up and covered the back of his, pushing them harder against her chest.
After a few seconds, he released her breasts and took hold of her hands, interlocking their fingers. Katara held their clenched hands out in front of her, using them for leverage for her movements. She was surprised how the simple act of holding hands like this with their fingers interlocked made their sex feel so much more intimate and personal, and a shiver of arousal flowed through her, making her whimper.
As she continued riding him, she began experimenting with her movements some more, moving her hips side to side or going in circles, gyrating on top of him. Each movement set different feelings of pleasure coursing through her, hitting new spots deep inside her, making her whimper, and she couldn’t help but wonder how many new ways simple, little movements could cause her to feel new wonderful delights.
The pleasure began mounting, and Katara threw her head back, her hip movements getting faster and faster. Her back arched further, and she found herself leaning back more and more. She released his hands, placing one on the bed behind her to hold herself up, the other one resting on his stomach while Zuko’s own hands went to the back of his head. She rode him vigorously, her movements becoming more and more erratic as she grinded their groins together. She was getting close, she could feel it, the knot in her stomach preparing to unravel.
She leaned back further, the hand on Zuko’s stomach moving behind her, and she held onto Zuko’s spread legs behind her. She was crying out loudly with every movement, her head hanging back, her breasts pointing towards the ceiling. She was so close, so close that she could taste it, but the precipice seemed to be just out of reach. Faster and harder she went, and everything faded out around her as she focused solely on reaching the end.
And then she was there. A scream tore its way out of her as she thrust her hips at him one final time, and her whole body began shaking. She could feel her orgasm in her very bones, from the ends of her hair follicles to the tips of her toes as they curled together tightly. Broken whimpers escaped her as her senses were assaulted, and she saw stars behind her closed eyes.
She would have fallen back completely if Zuko hadn’t risen to sit up, wrapping an arm around her and placing his hand on her lower back to keep her at least partially upright. Katara hardly noticed though as she remained lost in her climax, trembling so hard that he shook as well.
He offered her no reprieve though, as the moment her orgasm ended, he pulled her up against him. Katara’s hands found placement on his shoulders of their own accord as little aftershocks continued to rock her body. Both of his hands gripped her rear, and he began to push and pull her against him. Squeaky whimpers and breathy moans forced their way past her lips as she began moving in time with him, and the simmering fire inside her erupted into another raging inferno.
They looked at each other, and a moment later, they locked lips. Katara’s hands came up to cup his face as they made out heavily while moving together. Zuko’s hands moved up higher to her back, pulling her more fully against him, and he kissed his way down to her chest, burying his face in her bosom, and began devouring her chest.
Katara moaned loudly, her hands going to the back of his head to press his face deeper into her chest as she nuzzled into his hair. He pulled her even closer to him and began bouncing her in his lap as he took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard. A cry escaped her at the feel of his mouth on her as her hips kept moving, and she slowly leaned further and further back, her face to the ceiling. Her back arched, pushing her chest at him as her hips kept moving.
She leaned back further, her hands locked around Zuko’s neck to prevent her from falling, and he released her nipple to drag his tongue from the center of her chest up to her chin, giving the end a little nibble. He then adjusted her in his lap, taking first one leg and then the other, adjusting them so they went from bending back to sticking out straight on either side of him.
Katara whimpered as the new position struck a different chord inside her, bringing forth a new sensation. She couldn’t stop her body from moving though, and leaned back further as she bent her knees with her feet placed firmly on the mattress. One of her hands kept hold of Zuko’s shoulder for support as the other reached back for balance and leverage on the mattress so she could push herself towards him to meet each of his thrusts. His own hand was in a similar position behind him, allowing him to push forward as his other hand remained on her lower back to help pull her against him.
Their grunts and pants filled the room as they pushed and pulled against each other. Katara’s cries became more and more desperate, her movements more aggressive as their session continued. She wasn’t thinking, she was just moving, taking more of the pleasure her body craved and he delivered, doing her best to return it in kind.
They went on like that until her arm began to grow tired, and she released her hold on his shoulder, bringing it back to place it on the mattress behind her, and she began rocking in his lap against him. Zuko mimicked her, releasing her lower back, and the two of them pushed against the mattress as they continued to thrust their hips at each other. It brought forth a whole new sensation, a whole new pleasure.
Hot beads of sweat ran down Katara’s face, her neck, trickling down the valley of her breasts as she moved on him. Her eyes remained closed almost the whole time as she panted and moaned. She hadn’t been conscious of closing them, and they seemed unwilling to open. But then she felt Zuko’s hand go between them and begin rubbing her clit, and her eyes flew open as she cried out. Acting on reflex, she pushed herself forward and wrapped her arms around his neck so they were chest to chest, and rested her chin on his shoulder. A moment later, she felt Zuko sit up straighter as his arms went around her, holding her close.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he breathed out.
Katara’s only response was to pant heavily in his ear. She distinctly remembered him telling her the same thing when he had been on top of her, and she recalled how much more intimate it had felt to be so intwined with him, as well as how much deeper he had been able to penetrate her. And so she moved her legs to wrap them around his waist.
“Oh!” she cried out as she did indeed feel him fill her even deeper than before.
Lifting her head from his shoulders, she looked at him with hooded eyes as she breathed heavily. They stared lustfully at one another, both their faces glistening with perspiration, and one of his hands came up to the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. She opened her mouth to him the moment their lips met and their tongues tangled together.
Her arms around him squeezed him tightly, keeping every part of her in contact with every part of him. She didn’t think it was possible for the two people to be any closer together. She could no longer keep track of where she ended and he began, as if they truly had melted together and merged into one being that was a sweaty entanglement of flesh and limbs.
Zuko kept moving her in his lap, and she continued grinding against him, moaning into his mouth as their tongues rubbed against each other. When she finally couldn’t go a moment longer without air, she pulled her mouth away, inhaling deeply. She barely managed to suck down the air before the hand at the back of her head pulled her in for another heated kiss, but she went gladly.
When they finally came apart a second time, Katara placed her chin on his shoulder once more as their bodies continued rubbing together. He did the same, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and Katara felt his lips latch onto her pulse point, sucking on the area. The moan that escaped her when he did this came out louder and at a higher pitch, and her arms and legs around him tightened. Both his arms were around her as well, hugging her to him as they moved.
The moonlight filling the room as the shining orb moved across the sky was the only indication that Katara had for any passage of time, but she could hardly pay attention to such a thing as she drowned in sensation. It was a little strange to think of a Waterbender drowning, but it was indeed the only way to describe what she was feeling. As for the passage of time, the approaching of her next orgasm was the only way to measure it. She didn’t know how long it had been since her last one, only that she had been climbing a mountain of pleasure and was almost at the top.
Zuko seemed to sense that she was close as well, and he began whispering in her ear. “Do it, Katara. Cum on me. I want to feel it.”
His words egged her on, but they were unnecessary. She couldn’t stop her pleasure, squeezing him tightly with her arms and legs. And then it hit, reducing her to a blubbering mess. Zuko held her tightly to him as her body jerked in his arms. She buried her face in the crook of her neck as shudders rocked her to her core, her voice dissolving into a series of whimpers. Every nerve in her body was alive and screaming with ecstasy, and she let the feeling overtake her.
Zuko continued to hold her as he waited for her orgasm to finish. As she did, he slowly lowered himself to lay back down on the bed, taking her with him. Small shivers continued to pass through her even after her climax came to an end, and she was left breathing heavily. She became aware of Zuko’s soothingly stroking up and down her back, and she lifted up to look down at him when she finally regained her strength.
He smiled up at her, and then his nose twitched as a bead of sweat dripped off her forehead and splashed on his cheek. She couldn’t help but to giggle at the reaction as she unwound one of her arms from around him and wiped her damp face, pushing away the hair that was sticking to her as she continued to try to catch her breath. She looked down at him again and one of Zuko’s hands came up to cup her cheek, drawing her back down to him, and they shared a kiss.
As her insides stopped quivering, she felt him jerk inside her, and it finally registered to her that he was still hard. How could he not have cum yet when she had climaxed twice since he entered her? Oh, right, that breathing thing Firebenders were good at. Though endurance and stamina likely contributed as well; she knew firsthand how stubborn and persistent Zuko could be after all these years chasing them.
She pushed that thought aside, not wanting to think about the fact that they were on opposite sides of the war right now; it made her feel too guilty. And she was already feeling guilty enough for being here in a warm bed, lost in a world of pleasure, while her brother and Aang remained locked in a cell. Knowing that it was the enemy she was sleeping with and who was making her body sing in rapture made it even worse, so she simply tried not to dwell on it.
Zuko had a far more sufficient way of distracting her though. His hands moved down her back to cup her rear, and he started moving her against him. Katara pulled her lips from his as a whimper escaped her. She started moving on her own, sliding her body up against his. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, stimulating her further, and she squeezed his lower body between her thighs. Zuko’s hand stroked all over her body, and her movements became faster, harder, more aggressive.
Reaching up, she grasped the bed’s headboard, using it to help her push and pull. She heard Zuko grunting beneath her as he met each of her thrusts, and he reached up to take hold of her breasts that were hanging above his face, lifting his head to kiss and suckle at them. Katara hissed at the feel of his mouth as she ground herself against him. The bed squeaked and the headboard thumped against the wall as she held it tightly, using it to support her movements.
After a short period though, she began to feel it again, that feeling in her stomach. She knew what it meant now, and it shocked her. She was about to… Again? Already? But she had just cum not too long ago. At least she thought it was not too long ago. She may have lost track of time as she got carried away by the pleasure, but she knew that it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Was it really possible to cum again so quickly? Her body was certainly telling her that it was, and it was going to be just as strong.
“Katara…” Zuko groaned beneath her. “I’m going to cum…”
He was as well? That was convenient timing. It was almost scary how in sync their bodies were. Still, it was a bit of a relief. As pleasurable as sex was with him, she didn’t think she could go on much longer. Both her body and her mind were exhausted. Not just from the lack of sleep and physical exertion, but from the multiple orgasms he had given her; it left her drained.
“I’m close too,” she gasped out, driving herself down onto him.
He reached up and pulled her down to him, kissing her hard. “Let’s cum together,” he said against her lips.
Cum together? They had done that last time. Well, practically; her orgasm had triggered his in that instance. But the thought of them actually cumming together at the same time sent an erotic thrill through her as she moved her hips up and down on him.
She briefly wondered if she should allow him to cum inside her again, but then decided that it wouldn’t matter since he had already done so earlier. And he had said that he could provide her with some herbs that were used to prevent pregnancy. Besides, even though she hated to admit it, she had greatly enjoyed the feel of him cumming inside her, and wanted to feel it again.
Pressing her lips to his, she hooked her arms under his as she continued to raise and lower her hips, going faster and faster. Zuko gripped her rear tightly and began furiously thrusting up into her, his lower body arching off the bed. Katara pulled her mouth from his and turned her head away as a cry after cry escaped her. She felt Zuko press his face to the side of her head, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched tightly, and she heard almost pained sounding groans emitting from him.
Katara’s cries came out faster and louder as Zuko thrusted into her, her mouth hanging open. Her cries soon tampered off into a long continuous high-pitched cry, almost making her sound like an opera singer. Zuko continued to jackhammer up into her before he let out a whimper of his own, thrusting his hips up hard and pushing her down. Then she felt him begin spurting into her. Like a reverse of before, his orgasm triggered hers, sending her off into another explosive climax that had her shaking in his arms and causing her vision to be filled with a flash of light, and even her teeth began chattering.
As her body spasmed, Zuko continued to hold her hips to his as he arched off the bed, as if to get as deeply inside her as possible. Katara could feel spurt after spurt shoot up into her, warming her insides further as she clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He moaned loudly in her ear as his orgasm finished, and he gave her a few slow, deep thrusts, almost as if to make sure he was shoving his seed even deeper up into her, before he finally collapsed on the bed.
Katara laid on top of him, her mouth silently opening and closing. Her whole body felt like putty, and she was completely exhausted. Zuko seemed to be drained as well as he lay beneath her, though he seemed to have enough energy to wrap his arms around her and hug her to him.
They held each other in post-coitus bliss for the next several minutes, and Katara felt herself starting to drift off. She shifted above him, uncurling herself as she tried to find a more comfortable position, and felt as Zuko’s softened member slipped out of her. She slid off of him and made to roll away, but Zuko’s arm suddenly wrapped around her and pulled her close, settling her on top of him. She ended up laying half on top of him, her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her.
It was indeed a lover’s sleeping position, but then, so had been the one where he had been spooning against her. In any case, Katara didn’t have the energy to resist or protest. Her libs felt like wet noodles, and she could barely lift her head. Drowsiness clawed at her, dragging her down to its depths, and her eyelids fluttered as she tried and failed to keep them open. She felt Zuko shift around, and a moment later, felt the covers being pulled over them.
The covers were completely unnecessary, as she was still feeling overheated from their activities, even as their mingling sweat on their bodies cooled. Besides, Zuko’s body felt warm enough, almost like the heat from a campfire, and she found herself wondering if Firebenders naturally had a higher body temperature than other people.
But she was too tired to care about any of that. Zuko had utterly exhausted her. And as the lull of his heartbeat caused her to drift off to sleep, she felt Zuko press a kiss to the top of her head before muttering, “What I would give to have you in my actual bed back in the Fire Nation.”
His words managed to penetrate her sleepy brain, and for a few brief moments, she had a flash to the two of the in his room in the Fire Nation, or what she imagined his room would look like. She imagined them in a grand bed fit for royalty, the two of them rolling around entangled in the red, silk sheets as they moaned in ecstasy. It caused her to blush, despite her sleepy state. The thought of being with him in his own bed in his room in his nation somehow felt even more intimate and personal than being in the bed they were currently in together.
“Too bad we’ll…” she stifled a yawn as she began to drift off, “never get to experience that…”
Several seconds of silence passed, and just before sleep claimed her, she heard him say, “Still, this was the best deal I ever made.”

(A/N: The steamiest chapter yet, IMO. As you can see, Zuko is trying to encourage Katara to be bolder and less shy by giving her more control, and it looks like she's opening up more and beginning to lose her inhibitions. But now it looks like they're both spent for the night. Now the question is, what will happen come morning? With their deal completed, will they just go right back to being enemies as intended? You'll have to wait and see.)
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