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Into the Inferno	By : InkHeart17 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 20070 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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----Chapter Six: Centigrade

He didn’t give her a chance to object. Zuko almost smashed his mouth against Katara’s and held the back of her head so she couldn’t pull away. His fingers lightly pinched her so she gasped in alarm and he used that moment to slip his tongue past her lips. Katara murmured indistinguishable protests against his mouth while Zuko’s tongue explored everywhere it could reach. Each part of her mouth seemed to taste different and overall pleasant. She tasted like fruit, salt, hope, and, of course, water.

Zuko ran the very tip of his tongue across the roof of her mouth. She squeaked at the tickling sensation and tried to gulp to rid herself of it. The Prince smiled against her lips. Why hadn’t he done this with any other girl? It was so good. Ravaging Katara’s mouth while she constantly squirmed against his ever hardening member had him in a state of ecstasy. He wanted more.

Withdrawing his tongue, he gently sucked on Katara’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He was pleased to see Katara panting from his ferocity. There’s more yet to come, my lovely, he promised.

He slid his hand across her shoulder and down her arm and felt his prisoner shiver under the light touch. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and Katara didn’t try to tug away. She merely watched as he gently kissed the back of her hand before turning the palm up, proceeding to kiss each fingertip and on the second round, briefly put each fingertip past his lips to gently suck on it. He tasted the salt of her sweat and it just fueled his arousal. Zuko then guided the hand to his right cheek and nuzzled it. He liked the feel of Katara’s hand on his flesh. Her palm was cool against his naturally heated skin and her moist fingertips mirrored the sensation of wet, lingering kisses on his face. Katara still only watched and let him move her hand across his neck and chest, steadily moving lower. Zuko worked hard to keep his body fit and he hoped the Waterbender found the results of such intense training appealing. Her fingers tickled his treasure trail of hair as he trailed her hand past his navel and he suppressed a shudder.

He skimmed Katara’s fingertips over the waistband of his pants. He laced her fingers through the bow of the drawstring and took his hand away. Zuko gave no direction to Katara and merely looked at her expectantly. She caught his meaningful look and gulped. The Firebender saw her gaze drift past him as she thought about her “task.” Her pupils reflected the flames of the candles behind him; the flickering light delineating each of her eyelashes. He leaned in and put a gentle kiss on her cheek. Her attention returned to him and she smiled softly at his tenderness.

To his surprise, Katara leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his lips. The Prince felt his heart swell with joy that she had kissed him! Just as she was pulling back, Zuko felt a slight tug on his pants. His cock hardened further as he realized Katara had untied the drawstring. This was going better than he had expected. The Water Maiden climbed off his lap and knelt before him. Her hands came up to caress his waist. Zuko raised his hips, a silent plea for her to free his throbbing erection from his increasingly constricting pants. She obliged with painful slowness, taking her sweet time sliding the fabric down his legs and doing the same for his silk underwear.

Prince Zuko tensed in anticipation of seeing Katara’s reaction to his naked form. To his great disappointment, her eyes snapped from his feet to his face. No, look! he tried to will her. Katara kept her eyes on his face as she climbed back onto the bench. She slid her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. Zuko was forced to lean forward. He registered that now Katara was the one manipulating him. His sense of dominance was slipping away and he wanted it back. Before the girl could bend him further, the Firebender kissed her once more and withheld no passion. Pressing her back against the table, he slid his hands possessively along her torso. She whimpered from his sudden fierceness and it fueled his ardor further. His hands reached up to fondle Katara’s breasts. Zuko halted the kiss when he realized she was still wearing breast bindings. He opened his eyes and gazed down at Katara. Her cheeks were flushed with passion and she looked up at him with question, wondering if she had done something wrong. He gave her a swift peck to reassure her while he took a moment to think.

Tonight this girl had altered his perception of seduction like no other female had even tried to do in the past. He’d been so lenient with Katara’s defiance and he had worked so much harder at breaking down her defenses than he had ever had to before. She was worth it. And now he was presented with a situation that had never arisen before. He had gotten naked first. Nakedness was a form of surrendering yourself and becoming defenseless for someone else. Zuko had never allowed that before. Previous girls had lain naked before him as he played with their bodies while he remained clothed up to the last moment possible. He would not surrender himself to his “conquests” first. And now here he was bared in all his unclothed glory while Katara had kept her modesty. What have you done to me, he asked her silently.

His brooding had worried Katara. She reached up and lightly caressed his unscarred cheek. “Have I done something wrong?” she asked tentatively.

The Prince turned his head to kiss her lingering fingertips. “No,” he replied curtly. Despite this response, Katara’s expression remained timid. She’s so delicate, Zuko observed. Her confidence was wavering with his cool demeanor. He hadn’t meant to come off as mean or angry. He liked the boldness she had shown in pleasuring him and for it to continue Zuko could see she needed some encouragement. He nuzzled the small of her throat and breathed, “You did well, Katara. Please continue.”

"Please?" The foreign word lingered strangely on his lips. Why was he requesting her touch? As a Prince he should’ve demanded it. His thoughts were interrupted as Katara’s hands began to slide along his back in a light massage. He kissed and licked her slender throat in response. Soon she took his hands and pressed them against her pert breasts. Zuko happily cupped and squeezed them through the bindings, reveling in their satisfying weight. With such dark skin, he wondered what color Katara’s nipples would be and he longed to suck on them.

Zuko’s erection was aching so badly now and he needed some relief if this foreplay was going to continue for much longer. He grasped Katara’s small wrists and gently pulled them to his cock. He forced her fingers to wrap around it and slid her hands up and down the length, showing her what he wanted. The Waterbender was obviously uncomfortable. She refused to look at him and a deep crimson blush crept all the way down to her neck.

Instead of threatening her, the golden-eyed male tried to keep with his gentle approach. “Do this for me, Katara,” he ordered softly. That didn’t sound too demanding he figured, but Katara had shut her eyes and was half-heartedly trying to tug her hands away. Zuko wasn’t letting her get out of this “service.” This innocence bit of hers was so frustrating! He knew he was well endowed, but her blatant refusals to touch him made him feel repulsive in some way. “You might as well get a feel for it,” he said harshly. “It’s going to be inside you soon enough.” Katara’s blue eyes snapped open to meet his gold ones. He glared intensely at her, daring her to refuse him again. A silence stretched between the two of them; their wills locked into a staring contest where both pairs of eyes flickered lambently with unique strength.

The spell was broken when Katara blinked purposefully; a concession on her part. Zuko didn’t expect any different. Katara’s gaze was intense but not like his own. His stare had been practiced for many years and it came in useful when in a commanding position. The Prince could sense his prisoner’s hesitation but soon enough he felt her hands grasp his cock and begin to clumsily pump the shaft. He rocked his hips slightly to encourage her and his lips fell to painting kisses across her face and neck. Katara’s ministrations became firmer as he whispered encouragement to her between kisses and moans of pleasure.

Zuko eased them down so they were lying along the cushioned bench. In this position, he could thrust against her hands while she continued stroking him. Droplets of precum leaked from the tip and Katara’s fingers became slick with the warm fluid. Zuko panted harshly into the curve of the girl’s throat, no longer able to continue his caresses while experiencing such ecstasy. All he could think about were the pleasurable sensations shooting through his body as Katara worked him furiously. His face was flushed and his heartbeat was in his ears. Oh Gods, he was so close!

A spark of rationality flashed in his brain. She's trying to make me come early, he realized. Zuko pulled his pelvis out of her reach and her fingers groped the air before falling to her sides. Oh she was indeed clever, Zuko admitted. Katara wanted him spent before he could take her and then she’d make her escape as he recovered or hope that he’d be through with her after said release. He felt proud of himself that he had stopped her plan. She was still his captive and he was still her Lord. He waited for his breathing to return to normal before he spoke. “Nice try,” he teased with a smirk. Katara sighed and gave a small shrug underneath him. Zuko pressed their lips together and plundered her mouth, an assertion of his authority.

While her tongue battled his, Zuko nudged her legs apart and pressed the full weight of his manhood against her. Her underwear was the only thing between them. He started to grind against her and she began to squirm against him, unconsciously thrusting her hips in a matching rhythm. The heat and wetness of Katara’s sex could be felt through the fabric and Zuko loved it. She was wet for him! Just for him.

Katara reached up and ran her hands across his chest, stopping to tease his nipples. Zuko groaned into her mouth. His body felt on fire from all the sensations coursing through it. He was covered in a layer of slick sweat. His racing heart rapidly pumped blood through his veins setting his nerves ablaze. He wanted more of Katara’s touch and concentrated on her exploring hand. Wait, hand?

He realized he couldn’t account for Katara’s other hand, or any part of her arm for that matter. Zuko lifted himself up a bit and saw Katara’s arm stretched toward the table, her fingers grasping a candle. Before he could question why, Katara thrust the candle at him, its flame going out but hot wax splashing across his chest. He jumped back at the sudden heat and Katara scrambled out from under him. She grabbed another candle and flung it at his face. With no time to dodge, he quickly turned the scarred cheek toward her. The heat wasn’t as bad because of the dead nerve endings although some of the wax caught his neck. His prisoner took the opportunity to leap off the bench while he stumbled backwards rubbing the liquid from his eyelid.

Zuko’s mind was reeling as he tried to assess why this had happened. He decided Katara’s docile ness hadn’t been acceptance, it had been an act. She had tolerated his advances and driven him to distraction until she had a decent amount of melted wax to fight with. And now she was hoping to make a run for it. He’d be damned if she escaped from him like this! Zuko stood straight, recovered from the shock of her capricious attack and began to advance on the deceitful wench.

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AN: I know what you’re thinking. “What have you done? It was all going so well for these two and then you had to throw in a fight scene!” In all seriousness though, as much as I (and hopefully you guys too) wanted it, I couldn’t just make her melt. She wouldn’t be Katara if she didn’t fight Zuko until she had nothing left.
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