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The Siege of Katara	By : CordeliaLeCroix Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 56169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zuko was awakened by a stiff male voice. "I am sorry your highness," he said as Zuko sat up. Mai was asleep on her stomach. Katara was missing. "Our scout says the earth army is getting closer. They'll be in this camp before the next night fall."
Mai stirred. Zuko stood, nude and unashamed, to get dressed. "I got it. We're leaving."
"The girl, sire. She's at the pond." He bowed and ducked out of the tent.
"I bet she's freaking out," Mai said.
Annoyed, Zuko shoved a shirt over his head. This was the fourth time she had disappeared while he was sleeping. He wasn't going straight after her this time. "Go see her," he said too harshly. "I'll pack."
The men were doing their usual work around the camp. They had always bowed to him, addressed him properly, but today they displayed a new kind of respect and Zuko wondered what they'd heard last night. The soldiers were already packed and it didn't take long to get the tent down and rolled. He found his broad swords and felt more like himself with them sheathed at his side.
With nothing left to do he searched for the girls at the pond, but it was abandoned. Needing to work off his frustration he drew his swords to practice.
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Katara wandered through the trees, deciding several times that she would sit and focus, but was too agitated to sit. She continued wandering until she reached the pond and her attention riveted to the fire bender on the other side of it.
Zuko's muscled arms thrust forward, fire erupting from his fists around identical broadswords. He was focused, almost angry in his movements, and Katara felt the familiar stirring he always triggered in her. She tried to pinpoint what it was that pulled her to him thinking if she could find it maybe she could stop it.
He came to his full height and exhaled, flames hugging his breath. Katara's skin warmed and he continued his kata, unaware of his audience. Plenty of muscled, stubborn fire benders had crossed her path. Why was this one special?
He stood with his back to her, his head down, swords sheathed. With two fingers pointed at the ground he formed a circle of fire that rose around and above himself. He focused until the fire was bright yellow then angrily let it die. The grass around him was unsinged. Katara remembered being in his room at Ba-sing-se and felt ridiculously awed that he was her lover…
"Pretty impressive, isn't he?" a voice said softly from behind her.
…but not hers alone she amended, and it compounded how confused and indecisive she felt. She felt Mai close behind her and flinched at the casual intimacy of Mai's fingers as they tugged through her loose strands of hair.
Katara thought about how Mai had fought them rather than thinking of her baby brother's safety in Omashu, how those knives had pinned her to a tree once. She had disguised herself as a Kyoshi warrior to get into the palace, and probably knew what had happened to Suki and the others.
Now she was invading her personal space, playing with her hair. Her braid came loose and ringlets fell forward.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked while her fingers combed Katara's hair. Katara glanced behind her at Mai. She was wearing a simple green wrap identical to hers and her hair was still down from the night before.
"Your baby brother."
Mai's fingers froze.
"He was such a sweet little boy, and Aang had to sneak him back to his parents because his sister attacked us."
"I didn't think you'd get away with him."
"He could have been seriously hurt."
"Do you want to hear my life story? What it's like to grow up as Fire Nation nobility?" Mai continued playing with her hair, pulling it aside so she could lean forward to peer at her. "How all my decisions are based on my father's position and my relationship with the Princess?"
"No."
"What about the story of how a water bender stole the fire bending right out of that Princess?" Mai rested her head on Katara's shoulder and it bothered her that the other girl was taller.
"I could have done worse."
"Oh, I know. I saw the fear you put into June."
Mai was right. If she was going to judge her she would have to judge herself. She felt ashamed and blanched at the angry prick of tears.
"Don't cry," Mai whispered in her ear. "You're not alone."
Katara laughed because that was exactly how she felt. Mai pressed her lips against the skin just behind her ear and she shivered, the strange intimacy shaking her again. She wanted to push her away but couldn't.
"Did you enjoy last night?" Mai asked. Katara flushed and said nothing, but couldn't help the arousal the memory triggered. She had enjoyed it, but didn't know if she should have. Of course she shouldn't have.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what, Katara?"
"Trying to seduce me." It sounded strange to say this not just to another woman but to Mai.
"At first I just wanted to see what would happen."
Katara stiffened, but Mai continued.
"I've been in love with Zuko since we were kids. We grew up together. I looked forward to him taking the throne, thinking things would be better. Azula is Ozai's daughter, but Zuko was his mother's son. When he was exiled…" her voice quavered unexpectedly. "When I saw him again in Ba-Sing-Se I had hope again. Then you reappeared. There was something about you."
"But why come all this way? Why not demand he chose?"
"What if he'd chosen you?"
Katara's teeth worried her bottom lip. The same thought had crossed her mind, but she didn't dare admit it. "But," she pressed. "Isn't it wrong? I would be ashamed if anyone knew."
Mai murmured then said, "We grew up in different worlds." Her fingers resumed combing through Katara's hair, placing little braids here and there. It felt good and she relaxed a little. "My parents were thrilled that Azula wanted to be friends with me. Anything to further Father's career. Even if it meant a violent sexual relationship at such a young age."
Katara couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping. Mai undid the last braid with her fingers and started again. "Azula?" she whispered because she wasn't sure she should ask, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Azula. Once their mother disappeared it became worse because there was no one to protect her from Ozai. He hurt her, and she hurt us. Probably some weird way of convincing herself it was normal. I think that's why I'm attracted to you."
Katara turned as much as she could to stare at Mai, horrified.
"You are Azula's opposite," she clarified. "She needs people to fear her. It's the only way she feels validated, and it's easy because she's powerful. Not only is she a princess, but a natural fire bender. She likes to inflict pain. You are powerful too. In fact, you scare Azula. You've built an army, and could have them treating you like a princess, but instead you almost die healing strangers. I saw you do something that made ten earth benders fall down gasping, but with Zuko you're completely submissive. It's hard to not feel protective of you even if you are scary." Katara wanted to bristle at the comment, but there was humor in her voice and she couldn't help smiling.
"Are you ready?" Zuko asked. Katara jumped at his sudden closeness.
"Ready for what?"
He reached down to help them both stand. "We're going home, Katara." His fingers squeezed her hand.
Her heart seized. Their relationship was impossible but she wasn't ready to say goodbye. Fear made it hard to breathe and she knew she would never be ready.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he pulled her closer. "I thought it was what you wanted."
Panic flushed through Katara again. He was going home to take his place by his father's side, Mai was going to be with him, and she was going back to her army where she would be more heartbroken and miserable than ever. It didn't help that they were both trying to comfort her, that impossibly they both seemed to want her.
"Tell me what you want," Zuko growled. "I'll do anything to get you to stop looking at me like that."
Come with me, she wanted to say. Help us fight your father. Stay with me. Of course, she could not ask him to do any of those things. If she wanted him she would have to accept him as he was, enemy or not, with or without Mai.
Her family would be ashamed, her friends would never understand, but she wanted him, even if it was only one more time.
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The expression on Zuko's face broke Mai's heart. She hugged Katara as if it would make their pain go away or bind them somehow. Zuko's arms came around them both and Katara's breathing calmed.
She felt Katara's hand slide over her own and expected her to push them away, but instead laced their fingers together and squeezed. The gesture made Mai quietly gasp and she had to fight her own emotions. She buried her face in Katara's hair, breathed her in, and then looked at Zuko.
"Mai," he whispered. "Not you too."
He used his thumb to brush away a tear she hadn't known had fallen.
"What am I going to do?" he whispered to no one.
Katara shifted. She put her hands on Zuko's chest and lifted up to kiss his shoulder, then his throat. Zuko took a deep breath but when she went up on her toes to kiss his lips he didn't bend to meet her. Instead he found her hands and stilled them against his chest.
"You are confused," he told her. "I don't think you know what you want."
Mai felt Katara stiffen, and she was a little surprised herself.
"Do you want this?" he asked. "Do you want us?"
Mai's heart tripped. Us, he said.
Katara's breath caught and she swallowed, but after a few seconds she nodded. Zuko gently pushed her hands away from him and crossed his arms. Katara's body was so tense it felt like she was made of stone.
Zuko gazed coolly down at them. When he spoke his voice was sharp with authority. "Use your sash as a blindfold."
"W-what?" Katara stammered, but said no more when his lips pressed together. Awkwardly she pulled her sash off and tried to tie it around her head without letting her wrap drape open. Finally she gave up and just tied it. Zuko was once again dominant and there would be no doubt in Katara's mind of whether she had been a willing participant.
"Put your hands behind your back. Offer your wrists to Mai."
Mai looked at Zuko, their eyes locked, and she understood. She closed her fingers around Katara's wrists and tied them with her own sash, loose enough that she could untie herself if she chose.
Unfolding his arms Zuko invaded Katara's personal space, and without touching her barely brushed his lips over hers. She mewed and Mai felt the tightening in her chest and the corresponding thrill in her abdomen. It amazed her that Zuko was so good at this, that the trust Katara had to put in him didn't frighten him.
"Turn around." His voice was softer, but it was still a command. Katara slowly turned.
"A little more," he said and she complied. Her robe gaped open revealing a line of soft skin and she was trembling.
Zuko watched her, waiting for her to make the first move, and it struck her that he was sharing Katara with her. Last night she had asserted herself, but this time she was his partner. The sense of control overwhelmed her and again she felt she had to protect this girl. She purposely let her own robe fall open. Even from where she stood she could see Zuko's golden eyes darken to bronze and desire spiked through her.
"Katara," she whispered to let her know she was close.
"Yes?" she whispered back.
In answer Mai slid her fingers up the other woman's beautiful neck, into her thick, soft hair, and drew her into a kiss. Once again her lips were soft and willing and she parted them without prodding. Mai lowered a hand and caressed her bare hip beneath the material and pulled them closer, their bodies touching. Katara hummed and Zuko made a noise. Her reactions were gratifying and it was easy to touch her, make love to her. Mai tried to memorize her scent and how each part of her body felt under her palms. Her body was so different from her own. Where she was slim Katara was curvy, her breasts were fuller, the apex of her thighs still had hair.
Zuko joined them, pressing himself against Katara's back and pulling her robe off her shoulders. He placed kisses on them before tilting her head so he could kiss her neck. Mai kissed her pulse and felt it racing beneath her lips.
"Mai," Zuko rasped.
She looked at him as he reached for her, tangled a hand in her hair, and he kissed her passionately with Katara's body immobile between them. He groaned and released her. Mai continued to follow a line down Katara's chest to her breast, pulling a nipple between her lips, pulling moans from her. Zuko tilted Katara's head further and angled himself so he could kiss her lips, swallowing her noises, but Mai could still feel them rumble through her body.
A gentle push with her foot widened Katara's stance and Mai caressed her belly before sliding her fingers between her thighs. She was hot and moist. She knelt to continue the line of kisses. Looking up she watched Zuko's large hand cup and squeeze Katara's breast, his expression focused. Mai parted Katara's slit with her fingers and ran her tongue roughly against the woman's engorged clitoris, tasting her and breathing her in as she repeated the action over and over.
Katara gasped and her knees nearly buckled, but Zuko held her up. Mai ticked off the ways she was different from Azula in her mind. Her smell, her taste, the feel of her flesh against her tongue, her reactions. She came almost immediately, her body quaked, and Mai had to brace her to continue.
"To your knees," Zuko said needlessly and gently lowered her to the ground beside Mai. His breeches were untied, his erection freed and prominent and Mai realized Katara must have freed it with her bound hands. No, Katara wasn't shy. A rare smile curved Mai's lips.
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Zuko didn't need them to touch him. He could have reached completion just watching them, but Katara's bound hands had found him. When she came it was painful not to come with her. Now they were at his feet, their beautiful bodies exposed, waiting for him. He would not think about the soldiers that were undoubtedly watching them.
"Open your mouth," he said with more confidence and control than he felt. Katara's lips parted and she leaned forward, anticipating his next request. Zuko felt winded. She was on her knees, but he was the slave. Could he give up everything he'd obsessed over for three years just to keep this water bender? He felt insane for just considering it.
"Zuko," Mai whispered. Graceful Mai, who didn't demand anything of him. He wouldn't have to give anything up to keep her. She lightly kissed Katara's open lips and guided her forward. Without hesitation her mouth closed around the head of his penis and she sucked him into her mouth. He couldn't help the deep groan that slid from his throat.
Memories of their experience in Ba-Sing-Se assailed him. She'd shrugged off the bruises he'd given her and taken more. He promised himself there wouldn't be any more bruises. Ever. They had come from an inexperienced clumsy kid, but he would control his desire. He would never mark her again.
He slid the blindfold off so he could see her eyes. She didn't pause, just looked up at him and sucked. With her hands behind her, her breasts were pushed forward for him and they bobbed as she moved. He couldn't take much more. He pushed a hand into her hair to slow her down and looked at Mai.
Taking his cue, Mai touched Katara's chin to stop her and kissed her. Zuko tried to breathe a silent sigh of relief but Mai guided their lips back to his erection, using her free hand to hold him in place while they kissed with him between their mouths and took turns giving him attention.
Zuko tried to think of anything else to keep from climaxing. He thought of the grass, the trees, the pond. The soldiers that were within shouting distance. Mai made a sucking noise. Damn it. He thought of going home, the consequences, and seeing Father again. Katara hummed hungrily before plunging him fully into her mouth again.
Zuko hissed and backed away before it was too late. They continued their kiss, Mai's dainty and skillful fingers pale against Katara's breasts. Katara yelped as Mai pinched a nipple. Zuko felt a possessive jolt and an urge to see Katara touch Mai the same way. He finished undressing, then knelt behind her and untied her hands, pulling her robe completely off. She kept her hands at her sides, unsure of what to do, her innocence heating his desire. He pressed himself into her back, her hips warming his inner thighs, and filled his hands with her breasts while fighting off the desire to just lift and impale her.
"Katara," Zuko whispered in her ear while staring at Mai. "I want you to undress Mai."
Hesitantly Katara's hands slid inside Mai's robe revealing her flawless porcelain skin as she slid it over her shoulders. They had to raise up to their knees to complete the action and Zuko rose with them. Mai's heavy lidded expression told Zuko all he needed to know.
"Touch her the way you like to be touched," he instructed. Mai inched closer to accommodate, their bodies almost touching, but Katara was still hesitant. "I'll remind you of what you like."
He ran his hands over her hips to her flat belly, up her rib cage, and back to her full breasts and she sighed. His fingers found her tight nipples and she cried out.
"Mai doesn't like it that hard," he told her. "She likes it gentle."
Zuko took her hands in his and placed them on Mai's hips. Katara gasped and he felt himself throb against her back. Mai's lips parted and Katara kissed her softly. Zuko guided one of her hands along Mai's body until it reached her high, pink tipped breast. Katara's tanned fingers artlessly caressed it without Zuko's coaxing.
Mai gasped and Zuko reminded Katara, "Gentle."
He guided her other hand up Mai's inner thigh and then slowly and gently coaxed her fingers between Mai's warm bare lips, showing her how to massage the right places. Mai's hips moved with them, encouraging Katara to explore.
Zuko felt like he was on fire, barely able to breathe through his lust, but he wasn't finished. "Are you ready to go further?"
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Katara tried to focus. It felt like she was balancing on a rooftop, trying not to fall off from pure frustration. Zuko's erection was solid against her back and all she wanted was to feel him inside her. He wanted her to touch Mai and at first she was unsure, but hearing his deep voice and touching the other woman was heady and made it hard not to beg for release.
He pulled her hand away from Mai, her juices still trailing down her fingers, and leaned over her shoulder to put them in his mouth. Mai's scent and Zuko's lips sliding off her fingers was intensely erotic and she exhaled heavily.
"Do you want to taste her?"
Katara just stared open mouthed. Mai stared back with huge dark eyes and parted lips. Yes, she thought. No, she made a noise. Would he really ask her to?
He pressed his hands on her hips and squeezed. "Start at her throat," he instructed. "Then work your way down."
He would. He did. She felt something drip down her thigh, amazed when she realized it was her own fluid. Zuko brushed Mai's hair over her shoulder and she let him tilt her head to grant Katara access. Nervously Katara pressed her lips to Mai's throat and was surprised that she could feel her pulse. Mai encouraged her, guiding her with her hands. She placed random kisses on her chest, then intrigued she cupped her breast and ran her tongue over her taut nipple. Mai sighed and Zuko growled and dug his fingers into her. Katara's thighs grew wetter.
She ran her tongue delicately over the sensitive tip and Mai's head fell back. It was easier this time to touch her and move to the other breast. Zuko pulled her into him, his erection like steel against the cleft of her rear end. "Keep going," he demanded.
Mai backed down into a sitting position and leaned backward, opening an easier path to her navel. Katara had to lean over her, away from Zuko, and it felt natural to run her hand over the other woman's thigh and hip as she kissed her way down. Her ass was in the air and she felt Zuko's hands molding her.
The apex of Mai's thighs was erotically bare and her skin was soft against Katara's tentative lips. She kept her gaze down knowing if she saw them watching her she might lose her nerve. Slowly, gently, she pushed her tongue past Mai's slit and licked the bundle of nerves she knew was there. Mai shivered. She plunged her tongue in again and got a bigger response, Mai's hand tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. She tasted musky, her scent somehow intoxicating.
Then she was aware of a new sensation. She felt pressure as Zuko eased himself into her from behind. He'd never taken her this way and he felt twice as large as she remembered and she was grateful for his finesse. He slowly filled and stretched her, then paused to let her take it in before gently withdrawing. He groaned like he was in pain, and began again.
Bolder now, Katara parted Mai's bare lips and memorized the location of every sweet spot while trying to hold back the shudders and noises she wanted to make as Zuko tested her. Mai came with a surprised gasp and Zuko cursed, shoving himself hilt deep inside Katara and staying there.
Katara screamed but caught her breath when Zuko didn't move. She wanted him to continue and pushed herself into him but he didn't budge. Frustrated and burning for release she used her weight to trap Mai's hips and continued. Mai collapsed to the ground, her back arching, her climax still claiming her. With another curse Zuko started moving and Katara came hard, losing all prospective, her energy blinding her.
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"Stop it," Zuko demanded.
"Stop what?" Katara wrapped her robe around her innocently.
"You're distancing yourself. I've seen you do it before."
Katara blushed. "What do you mean?"
"Our last night in Ba-Sing-Se before you snuck out of my bed," he said. "You can't pretend none of this happened."
"I'm not!" She lied and jerked her sash tightly around her waist. This was the last time they would be together and most likely the last time she would ever see him. If she didn't build a wall she knew she would crumble.
He forced her chin up so she had to look at him. Thankfully he was mostly clothed.
"Like it or not we are a part of each other's lives." He drew something from his pocket and held it out for her. "It's not great, but it reminded me of your necklace. I thought it would remind you of me."
It was a crudely hand carved disk just like Gran-gran's, but it was red and on a silky black cord. He wrapped it around her wrist and she felt like he was wrapping it around her heart. He had no way of knowing it was a betrothal necklace. She hadn't even known until Pakku had told her when she had stayed with the Northern Water Tribe.
"You're going home to continue a war I'm fighting against." Katara glared at him, angry that he continued to pretend this relationship would ever be more than this moment. He took her wrist and as she tried to pull away he pushed something else into her palm before letting go. It was Appa's whistle.
She opened her mouth to ask how he'd gotten it, but he took the opportunity to kiss her. His warm hand slid from her chin and into her hair, pulling her tight against him. She didn't fight. Amazingly she felt him stir against her and she accommodated him involuntarily. Abruptly he ended the kiss, turned, and walked away.
Ready to break into pieces she looked at the other woman and was shaken by the amount of emotion she saw in Mai's usually stoic eyes. She looked…shattered.
"What's wrong?" Katara asked despite her own agony.
Mai looked away. "It wasn't what I expected."
"Are you all right?" Katara's feet moved and her hand went out involuntarily.
Mai smiled. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" She shook her head. "Only you would worry about my feelings when you're so obviously destroyed."
She wrapped her arms around Katara in a tight hug. "Your army will be here soon." She brushed a soft kiss across her still open lips and then glided off in Zuko's wake.
Katara sat beside the water, clutching the whistle and examining the necklace. The mistakes made it obvious he had carved it himself into a milky red stone. There was a sign on the back for fire. She imagined throwing it into the pond, but just the thought broke her heart.
Unaware of passing time she was jolted out of her thoughts by noises. She sat still, waiting to see who would arrive. She focused on the pond and when it was firm in her mind, moved out to the surrounding land, the grass, the trees. Whomever came through those woods, she was ready. She could hear tentative steps through the brush behind her.
"Katara! Are you all right?" Tiho exclaimed.
She released her focus with a rush of breath, but didn't turn around. "How are the troops, Tiho?"
"Great. Even better now that we've found you." His relief was audible.
"And Haru?"
"He's working under his father's lead now."
"Did you tell them what happened?"
"Yes."
"How was it received?"
"Well by some. Not so well by others."
"Then we have work to do."
"I'll get you a mount," he said happily and his steps retreated. Katara took a deep breath and blew the whistle as hard as she could.
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