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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 6
“Katara please, please I don’t want to do this. She’ll throw you to the crew. I know you don’t want this but it’s me or all of the men,” Zuko explained shakily not sure who he was trying to convince as he leaned forward and undid the leg irons before wresting the boots from her ankles.
He repositioned himself so that he was laying on top her, his chest to her back. He reached under her and found the fastening to her pants. She headbutted him when he began to fumble with the openings.
“Stop fighting, stupid peasant. I have to do this,” he growled through teeth that were clenched to fight his growing feeling of nausea.
“No, you don’t. Zuko please, please don’t do this. Please don’t do this.” Katara had stopped screaming and was now sobbing and writhing.
She felt the downward slide of her wraps then the shifting of a smoother fabric against her skin and something hard against her backside. There were hot hands brushing against her skin and a pair of knees between her thighs. It was summer in the Fire Nation; she was from the South Pole, but she’d never felt colder. “Don’t do this, please don’t do this.”
Zuko opened his pants and stroked himself to full erection. When pre-cum began to leak he pushed her knees forward and used both hands to lift her hips. His hand was shaking as he grabbed his dick. His stomach churned with dread and anticipation as he slid his erection up and down her slit trying to find the best angle for entry. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to be gentle. I promise.”
Katara screamed when Zuko pressed forward.
The Fire Prince swallowed bile as the dry warmth engulfed the tip of his penis. He blocked out her cries and focused on remembering what was in the scroll Uncle Iroh gave him. The raging dragon must calm himself before entering an unknown cavern. If he approaches too swiftly he could misaim, damaging himself and the cave he wishes to relax in.
Zuko took ten deep breathes and pushed a half centimeter farther. He was about to pull back out when another high pitched wail broke his concentration. Katara’s knees clenched around his legs and she bucked her hips trying to throw him off. The action had the opposite effect of drawing him deeper.
They both stilled and gasped – he was completely inside of her.
His mind was in turmoil, his stomach was in knots, his heart was pounding, but his penis - his penis was in heaven; tight, dry but slowly getting wet, hot, twitching heaven. His fingers dug into her hips. His nails broke her skin. Small puffs of fire escaped his mouth and nostrils as his body abruptly began to spasm. He collapsed on top of her in a mere matter of seconds.
There was less than a minute between penetration and ejaculation but an eternity seemed to pass as they each tried to fathom what had just happened.
Katara felt as though she’d been torn apart. She’d heard the first time could be unpleasant no matter how much you were in love and ready you were to lose your virginity. She had no love for the man on top of her and by no means was she ready. There was a fire between her legs. Zuko was burning her from the inside out. The thief had set the temple ablaze while breaking in to steal the treasure.
Katara gripped the headboard her hands were tied to. She tried to crawl forward to freedom wrenching her wrists and shoulders in their sockets. Her toes cramped and she scraped her knees on the sheet as her efforts grew more desperate. He was heavy. She was bound. There was nothing she could do to escape him, no way to force the intruder out of her body
Zuko could feel the waterbender, Katara, trembling beneath him, around him. Each of her futile struggles brought a new sensation and he felt himself once again begin to thicken. He lasted longer this time. He managed to count fifty flying dragons before once again spending.
Still shaking, Zuko slid off of her. His legs felt like noodles as he wobbled across the room to the liquor cabinet that was a standard addition to every private cabin. He pulled out a bottle and unscrewed the lid. He was truly a man now, no more pretending. It wasn’t how he wanted it to be but he still had just had his first woman he thought taking a swig. Full of pride, Zuko made the mistake of looking down. There was blood on his pants and penis. Liquor older than his father splashed into a nearby basin.
Katara ensured the pillowcase, headboard, and sheets received the treatment. Ironically, the chains anchoring her to the scene of her destruction was spared her stomach’s contents.
Zuko held the chain attached to her wrist bindings as he wrapped a blanket around her and lead her to the room reserved for bathing. He smiled weakly and automatically at the well wishing crewman congratulating him on his conquest. Gravity had pulled the mixture of fluids down to Katara’s calves letting everyone know she was a virgin or had been until Zuko got a hold of her.
The lewd comments grew louder as did Zuko’s sense of pride and accomplishment. For the first time in his life he had his people’s approval. Zuko, the banished prince and weak link in the royal family, had just proven himself by mounting the Avatar’s Waterbending virgin. They laughed and cheered at the silent tears falling on the floor on either side of the pink splatters. Zuko draped his arm around her protectively but that only made it worse.

No one noticed the smiling princess standing one doorway over giving the steward a set of instructions. Her brother was too triumphant. There had to have been something exploitable in that little exchange.
The angry projectile artist was overlooked by the crew but Zuko looked right in her direction. His gaze met her face, but he didn’t see her. He was too busy tucking Katara’s face into his shoulder and pulling her closer. Mai bit her lips hard enough to draw blood and she fought to blink back tears that were determined to escape.
Only the old chef noticed that the third member of the Princess’s unholy trio and the Water Tribe boy was missing.

Zuko opened the door to the bathing chamber and guided Katara inside. His conscience was returning and the full ramifications of his deed began sinking in. He’d raped her. He’d tied her down and pushed his penis inside her vagina. He’d forced her to have sex with him. He’d done the one thing his dead mother had asked him never to do to a woman. He glanced down at the girl his victim beside him. Her gait was unsteady. She was trembling more and sobbing harder with every step.
“Katara, are you all right,” he asked belatedly but genuinely concerned. He leaned her against the wall and ran to one of the buckets used for cleaning. He was going to be sick again.
Katara slid down the wall and drew her knees to her chest. She felt as though a wedge was lodged between her legs preventing them from completely closing. At the same time the obstruction wasn’t enough to ease the feeling that something was missing or plug the hole from which her soul was escaping.
She had been raped. She was no longer a virgin. She was sullied and unfit for marriage. Zuko had taken the one thing from her that she could never get back. She would never be accepted among her people again. She was ruined.
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