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Chapter 63
“You bastard!” Katara screamed pouncing on him and wrapping her hands around his neck.
Zuko fisted both hands and brought his arms up between hers in a standard block. He forced her arms apart, knocking them away from his neck. He twisted his palms outward and grabbed her forearms. He pinned her left arm beneath his body and held her right hand with his left. He trapped her legs between his so she couldn’t kick.
“Stop fighting, Katara. You’ll only make it worse on yourself,” Zuko yelled. He didn’t want to take her like this, but he didn’t know who was in the other room or why. Taking his bed sheets should be enough to prove he hadn’t lost interest, but he wouldn’t put it past his father to have someone watch to make sure he wasn’t exhibiting any unnecessary kindness towards her.
There was no way for him to know how long the person in the next room had been spying. He had to make it convincing to remove all suspicion that he was doing anything other than using her for his amusements. He rolled her onto her back and sat on her calves. He let go of her hands to undo her pants.
Katara took the opportunity to pelt his face and head with both fists, “Get off me. Get away from me you bastard! I hate you! I’ll kill you. Get off me!”
Zuko didn’t try to block the blows. He deserved to get hit. He grabbed the waistband of her pants and underwear and pulled them down to her thighs in a single tug. He opened his pants and pushed down his underwear before rolling to one side to free their opposite legs. He kicked both of their pants down to the remaining ankle and stripped off his shirt letting her get in a few more blows before grabbing her hands and forcing them over her head.
Zuko lay between her legs, his heart pounding; Katara was screaming in his ear and attempting to bite his face. He had to do this. He had to. The person in the other room was mostly likely sent by his father to keep an eye on him and make sure he was hurting her. He didn’t want to hurt her; only a monster would want to hurt a woman especially using what was supposed to be an intimate act. He wasn’t a monster. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to protect her; that was the way it should be between a concubine and her royal.
But this was part of protecting her. Katara herself had told him that sometimes despotic methods were necessary to achieve a goal. It was all a matter of knowing how much pressure to apply and when. It was a matter of balance. He was a son of Agni, the living flesh of the sun god. It was his right to do with her as he saw fit. To protect her as he saw fit. This was the only way to protect her. He could balance out what he did between her legs with other types of kindness.
The old woman had said that Grandfather Azulon was a very bad man but he was good to her. She had said that he was mostly good. He could do the same thing. Even this was being good to her even if she didn’t acknowledge it as an act of mercy and protection because leaving her to the attentions of the others was much worse. He would even try to be good to her and show her affection while doing this.
He vowed to work hard and find means to be good to Katara in ways she could recognize. He had to show her show himself that he wasn’t a monster; that even though he achieved physical pleasure and completion that he took no joy in doing this. Resolve firmly in place, Zuko lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a kiss. His tongue was nearly bitten in two for the effort. Unmindful of his bleeding mouth, he began trailing kisses from her cheek to her neck. He gathered both of her slender wrists in his left hand and undid the clasps on her tunic so he could kiss her chest. He caressed her side, stomach and thigh with his right hand before slipping it behind her back
“Zuko stop. Please stop. You don’t have to do this. I’ll use my hand and kiss you if you want me to, just please don’t rape me,” Katara plead hoping she could dissuade him while struggling to get from beneath him. He hadn’t entered her yet. The thing lying against her thigh was still soft.
Zuko looked at her, it was a good compromise even if he wouldn’t be able to keep his end of the bargain, “If I let you up, do you promise not to fight?”
She nodded.
Zuko let go of her wrists and guided her left hand between their bodies. Her arm was trembling, but as promised her fingers and palm tentatively sought his penis. He thrust against her softer hand as he wrapped it around his length.
“Will you kiss me Katara?” Zuko inquired timidly bringing his face closer to her and swiping at her tears with his thumb.
“Your mouth is bleeding,” Katara protested.
Zuko brought his hand to his chin and his face scrunched in confusion.
“If you get me some water, I’ll heal it,” Katara offered while moving her fingers against the underside of his growing erection hoping it would keep him distracted enough for her to use the chance to catch him off guard and attack.
“You don’t have to heal it. I deserve all the pain that you inflict,” Zuko responded taking his hand away from his face and interlacing his fingers with hers.
“You don’t have to kiss me or touch me either,” he said removing the hand that had been guiding hers over his now stiff penis. He kissed the back of her hand and lowered his to her hip.
Katara’s brows crinkled in confusion, “But why? I thought-” her words ended in a broken gasp as Zuko’s left hand moved behind her thigh and lifted it. Her free hand grabbed his wrist to try and pull it away and she began wriggling beneath him.
“Stop! Zuko take it out. It hurts. Please stop,” Katara begged instinctively driving her nails into his arm as the tip of Zuko’s erection breached her opening.
He ignored her pleas and lifted her leg higher allowing his penis to sink inside her. He exhaled heavily when it was completely surrounded and began moving. This time he blocked the punches she threw at his face. He stilled long enough to pin her arms at her side with his elbows and grab her hips before resuming his thrust but that didn’t end her struggles.
She grabbed handfuls of whatever parts she could get reach; breaking her nails into his flesh, pinching and gouging with her fingertips when they were all gone. She kicked the back of his legs and wriggled against the hands pinning her lower body. She lifted her head and bit his shoulder. He moaned and came inside her.
Spent, Zuko lay atop her trembling. She fought him every time he did that, but that was the first time she’d moved that way. Her phoenix seemed to get better and better. He pulled away from her so his dragon wouldn’t rise again.
She was bleeding. There were bruises on her hips from where he’d held her down. There wasn’t as much blood on his penis as there was the night their virginity ended or the morning his father had ordered him to make her scream but it was there.
He always left her bruised and bleeding, but the most damage she’d ever caused him were scratches, split lips, black eyes, or facial swelling. She never damaged him as badly as he damaged her. It wasn’t fair. She was the one being protected, but she was the one always left in the most pain. He often cried during and after taking her, but it was never with such broken, heart wrenching sobs.
Zuko pulled on his clothes and placed a robe over her. He sat beside her, rubbing her back and stroking her hair like his mother did when he was in pain when he was little. He wiped the tears from his eyes and leaned down over her, “Stop fighting me, Katara. It’s not going to make me stop. When you struggle your body does things. I can feel you moving around me. When you bite me it goes straight to my groin. Please just lay there and be still. Don’t kick, don’t scratch, don’t punch, don’t wiggle, don’t move and for Agni’s sake, please don’t bite.
“When you struggle it hurts you worse than it hurts me. My intention is to prevent you from befalling unnecessary harm, not be its cause. I’ve never wanted to hurt you. If I did I would have done so when I tied you to that tree or when we were under Ba Sing Se. I certainly don’t want to hurt you now. You are mine, Katara. You are under my protection. I did not make you my concubine to abuse you. I did it to protect you. I am not a monster. All I am is a man. I am your man and I can only take so much temptation, so please stop struggling. Just lie there and allow me to do what is necessary to protect you; that is all that I ask.
“In return, I will give you all my kindness, affection, wealth and anything reasonable that you ask for. I’m not a cruel person like my father and Azula, I only want to help you. Katara, please allow me to help you without causing you undue pain. Take as long as necessary to compose yourself, but please consider what I am saying. When you are ready to get dressed, I’ll take you to the spa room. It should be empty this late,” Zuko kissed her cheek then picked up her clothing.
When Katara finally stopped crying, her clothes were folded neatly beside her and Zuko was sitting on the floor meditating. She got dressed and wobbled over to him, “I want to bathe.”
Zuko stood and extended a hand to her. She slapped it away, “Don’t touch me. That was the last time you’ll ever touch me.”
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