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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: Uch, I'm sick. It always seems like I get sick around the holidays. But on the bright side, it does give me plenty of time to write, so now I present to you, the next chapter. Being sick might not be fun, but you know what is? A little Zutara steamy action, so let's get to it.)
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Chapter 9: Giving In
She couldn’t stop kissing Zuko, clinging to him desperately as her lower body spasmed, causing tremors and jerks to go through her as her orgasm continued. A stream of muffled sounds escaped her as the Fire Prince’s mouth devoured hers, his hands running over her hips and sides, no longer heating or electrifying her skin, but wildly caressing her.
Needing air, Katara broke the kiss, but kept her face pressed against Zuko’s, making hissing sounds as she sucked in oxygen through clenched teeth. Her orgasm continued for maybe a minute longer before she finally seemed to regain some control of herself, and she somehow managed to get her body to relax, though she continued to cling to Zuko tightly, twitching every so often.
Eyes closed, she felt Zuko press a kiss to her forehead. “That was beautiful, Katara. Tell me, have you ever squirted before?”
It took her a few moments to catch her breath before she was able to answer, though she couldn’t seem to find the strength to open her eyes. “What?”
He chuckled. “I asked if you ever had a squirting orgasm before.”
A squirting orgasm? Is that what had happened to her? It had felt different from when she usually came. There was always a rush of fluid when she climaxed, but not like that. It had almost felt like she had urinated, even though she knew she hadn’t, but she was currently feeling too euphoric to react or care.
“No,” she breathed out in answer.
He brushed aside the hair sticking to her forehead before pressing another kiss against it. “Then I’m happy to have given you your first.”
She didn’t respond to that, she merely detached herself from him and rolled onto her back, taking slow deep breaths as she waited for her overheated body to finish calming down. But after about a minute or two of letting herself recover, she felt Zuko’s hand cup her far cheek and his lips against the side closest to him as he began pressing light kisses to her.
“I hope you’re not spent yet,” he told her in a joking yet seductive tone. “It’s still early, and nightfall is a very long way off. Plus, I haven’t had my turn yet.”
She cracked her eyes open and looked at him. As he continued to press kisses to her cheek and the side of her head, she realized that he had no intention of letting her leave the bed until he no longer had a choice. And she no longer had the strength to resist him. What was the point? She’d already had sex with him five times now, three outside of their deal. And that wasn’t even counting the number of orgasms he had given her that didn’t involve actual intercourse, or when she had used her mouth on him.
She briefly wondered what was wrong with her. Was she really just some floozy who couldn’t resist temptation, even when it was with the last person she should want? But no, that wasn’t it. This was nothing more than a bodily reaction between two people who had some serious chemistry and years of unresolved sexual tension between them. And the fact that Zuko was possibly the most attractive man she had ever seen, despite his scar, and was a god in bed with incredible stamina to boot who really cared about his partner’s pleasure certainly didn’t help when trying to resist him.
Honestly though, with him being this good of a lover, she didn’t think that any woman he took to his bed would care about his appearance, if they could see around his scar and give him a chance that is.
And, quite frankly, she was tired of fighting. Tired of resisting her attraction to him and what her body wanted. Tired of resisting his seduction and the pleasures she knew he could bring her. Not to mention all of said resistance had amounted to nothing since she kept giving in. So what was the point? He was right, she was just being stubborn, hung up on the fact that they were enemies in a war. So why not take this time to enjoy it while she could before they had to go back to all that? Especially since the two of them would never be able to do this again.
So why not take the pleasured he offered to her during these hard times instead of hanging onto her stubbornness and pride? She had already given in to him more than once. The damage was already done, so why not indulge for a while? Take what she could while she could. It wasn’t like anyone was getting hurt or would ever know. As she had told Zuko, she wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, nor was he apparently. In fact, it might even be best to just get this out of her system so she wouldn’t dwell on it in the future, always left wondering what she had missed out on.
She almost laughed at that. That had been basically the same thing she had said to him while trying to get him to take her deal. And now she was pretty much using the same argument to justify giving in to him now. How very ironic.
Taking her eyes off his face, she lowered them to look down at his body. Her gaze landed on his erection as it protruded from his patch of black curls on his groin, hard and twitching as it stood out straight. She felt his gaze follow her own so they were both looking at the evidence of his desire. She looked back up at his face, and his eyes met hers as well. Then he smiled and took her hand in his.
Tugging on it gently, he slowly brought her hand down to his member, and the hot, hard flesh of it grazed her palm. Her hand clenched the smallest bit when she felt it, though she wasn’t sure why. She’d already touched it before; hell, it had been inside her already. In her mouth, and in her most private and sacred of places. In light of that, taking him in her hand shouldn’t be a big deal, so she wasn’t sure why she was so embarrassed.
Opening her hand, she allowed her fingers to wrap around it. She began stroking him like she remembered him showing her, and Zuko released her to let her do it on her own. He reached for her once more though, turning her head towards him so he could claim her lips. Katara let her eyes drift shut as she kissed him while continuing to stroke him. His arm then wrapped around her, turning her onto her side. And as they proceeded to make out, he slowly rolled onto his back, bringing her with him until she was practically laying on top of him.
As she stroked him, she felt her own arousal returning. It was almost strange how giving him pleasure seemed to bring her own as well, but it did. But it also made her feel… prideful that she could satisfy him with her touch. When Zuko had praised her skills as a lover, despite her lack of experience, it had felt good. It also made her wonder if Zuko’s determination to make sure she experienced as much pleasure as she could wasn’t just to be considerate or because he enjoyed seeing her in ecstasy, but because he liked knowing that his skills as a lover were that good.
As they continued to kiss, Zuko’s arms went around her and he pulled her to lay completely on top of him. He grasped her face in his hands and his kisses became more heated and passionate. Lying on top of him like this, she was forced to release his member, feeling it now resting against her stomach, and she took his face in her hands as well as she returned his kisses.
“Zuko,” she said quietly between kisses, “that thing you did with your hands… when you used your Bending… Could you…?”
“What?” he asked when their lips separated. “You mean this?”
He ran his hands down her back, and Katara began to feel heat emit from them that was soon accompanied by the electrical tingling feeling, causing her to groan in delight and lean her head back, causing her back to arch and push her breasts into his chest. “Yes… just like that.”
She lowered her head and started kissing him again as she began rubbing her body against his. Zuko’s hands began running up and down her back, over her shoulders and sides, and down to her rear, leaving a trail of warmth and tingles in their wake. Katara groaned against his lips at the feel of his hands, grinding her core against him as best as she could in this position. In the back of her mind, that little voice once again told her how wrong this was, but she pushed it aside. She was done fighting her desires and now fully wanted to enjoy this time for what it was while it lasted.
Zuko’s hands continued to trail over her back before they grasped her ass-cheeks, squeezing and kneading them. He then began assisting her in grinding their groins together, pushing and pulling her bottom to increase the friction and allowing her to rub harder against him. Katara squeezed her thighs together in response to try and relieve some of the pressure she felt building up there while rubbing her feet along his ankles and legs in an almost playful manner.
They continued on like that for a time, then Zuko’s hands moved back up her body to her shoulders, and he coaxed her into sitting up. She did so, straddling his waist, his erection poking up in front of her. Zuko then took hold of her hips and pulled her forward, and she blushed as she thought that he wanted her to ride him again, but he surprised her with a different request.
“Come up here, Katara,” he said, giving her hips another tug. “Come sit on my face.”
She froze, caught off guard by his request. “You want me to…?”
“Sit on my face,” he repeated with a nod, giving her hips another tug.
Blushing even harder, she hesitated before slowly scooting up the length of his body. Feeling as if she would die of embarrassment, she brought her hips down, practically straddling his face as he requested, her legs on either side of his head. He took hold of her hips again and placed his mouth on her, then pulled her down. A moment later, a moan escaped her as she felt his tongue, and he began to orally pleasure her.
Several loud gasps escaped Katara as she felt his tongue entered and begin swirling around. She began shifting above him, but he held her hips to prevent her from moving too much as his mouth worked on her. As he pleasured her, she held her arms to her chest as she massaged her own breasts, her face scrunching up as groans escaped her.
Pulling his mouth away, he spoke up to her. “I love the taste of you, Katara. I could feast on you for days.”
Why did he have to say things like that; it was so embarrassing. “Don’t say… Ah!”
A gasp cut her off as he licked her again, and she heard him chuckle. “Tell me, Katara, how good are you at calligraphy?”
She didn’t know what he meant by that, and just as she was wondering why he had asked such a question, she felt his tongue again. And as she proceeded to enjoy his mouth, somehow through the pleasure, she became aware of what he was doing. He was using his tongue to write on her, as of his tongue were the brush and she were the scroll. Spirits, how was he able to do that; it was driving her crazy. Her hands rose up to grasp her head, tangling in her hair as her hips jerked and her lower body twisted about, but Zuko held her securely against his mouth.
“Let’s play a game,” he said suddenly after a few minutes.
Katara was panting heavily, hardly able to think, let alone respond. “What… kind of… game…?”
She heard him chuckle again. “I spell something out, and you tell me what I’m spelling. If you’re right, we’ll continue.”
She didn’t respond, she couldn’t. The thought of this ‘game’ was as embarrassing as it was arousing. But Zuko didn’t wait for a reply, he simply asked her if she was ready, and when she still didn’t say anything, he just told her that he was starting, and then she felt his lips and tongue on her again.
She threw her head back as she gripped her hair tightly, feeling him lick at her. There was a distinct pattern to his tongue’s movements now though, and she felt him repeat it. She tried to focus on whatever it was he was spelling out, but it felt so good that it was hard to concentrate, or even form any thoughts at all.
Finally though, after perhaps the twelfth time of repeating the pattern, she was able to figure out what it was he was writing, and she gasped out, “Fire!”
He stopped, removing his mouth from her and giving her a smile. “Very good. Now, how about this?”
He began tracing a new pattern, and Katara groaned as she humped against his mouth, which only made it even harder to figure out what he was spelling, but she eventually said, “W-Water.”
“Good job. And this?”
He continued this game with her for the next several minutes, during which she came twice as he spelled out different words. Somehow, she was able to correctly guess ‘steam’, ‘heat’, ‘passion’, ‘desire’, and his name. However, it was when he spelled out the word ‘mine’ that she stopped playing and responded with, “N-No, I’m not.”
He chuckled at her response. “Maybe not in general, but for now you are. We Firebenders tend to be rather possessive, even for things that are only temporarily ours. Right now, you are mine, Katara, and I’m going to prove it.”
Before she could say anything to that, his mouth was on her again. He seemed to have dropped the game though, as he went back to randomly licking and swirling his tongue around inside her. Katara groaned and leaned forward, catching herself on the headboard. She used it for balance to keep herself up as she ground against his mouth as he licked and sucked at her. She looked down at him with hooded eyes and saw him watching her as well, his nose buried in her patch of pubic hair.
It was a very erotic sight, and she watched him watch her for a while before letting out another groan and pushing off the headboard. She leaned back, her hands finding support on the bed behind her as she began riding his face. Her hair stuck to her face as it fell back, and she reached up to brush it aside as she continued enjoying his mouth.
She began turning her head side to side, and in her movements, she felt his erection bump against her back. It suddenly occurred to her that she was being neglectful of him, allowing him to pleasure her without really considering his pleasure. And while he seemed perfectly happy pleasing her, she felt the need to give him pleasure as well.
Moving to sit up again, she reached back and took hold of his member. She began stroking him, and Zuko groaned against her. She ran her hand up and down his length as she continued grinding herself against his mouth. With her other hand, she reached between her own legs and began touching her clit as his tongue continued to move inside her.
Zuko’s hips began moving in time with her strokes as he pulled her even harder against him, to the point where Katara wondered how she wasn’t smothering him when he suddenly pulled his mouth away from her to speak. “Your hand feels good, Katara, but there’s a better way we can mutually pleasure each other.”
She paused in her stokes and looked down at him. “How?”
He smirked and twisted her waist. “Turn around.”
Still breathing heavily, Katara did so. She turned on top of him so she was facing the other way and was now staring at his legs. His erection stood directly in front of her, providing her with a better angle to stroke him, and she at first thought that this was what he meant. But then he took hold of her again and pulled her closer to his face. His hand then ran up the length of her back and pushed down on her softly, urging her to lean over.
“This way we can both use our mouths to pleasure each other at the same time,” he told her.
Her eyes widened at his explanation. Use their mouths on each other? At the same time? She didn’t know why this surprised her or why she hadn’t considered this, as the position offered the perfect opportunity to do just that. And as she scooted her bottom closer to his face, she leaned over more so her breasts touched his abdomen and his erection stuck up right in front of her face. And a few moments later, she felt his mouth on her again.
For some reason, the thought of doing this was even more embarrassing than when she had been sitting on his face, but as she felt Zuko’s tongue slide up into her, she let out a moan and found she couldn’t bring herself to care about being embarrassed. Even though she had already taken him in her mouth last night, it still took her a little while to work up the courage to reach for his cock. Once she did though, she stroked it a few times before rising up over it and taking him into her mouth.
Zuko groaned against her, the vibrations sending a shiver of pleasure through Katara. But she focused on him though as she began sucking on his length as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Zuko seemed to start feasting on her even more hungrily than before, wrapping his arms around her rear to hold her even closer to him so he could bury his tongue in her as deeply as he could. Katara moaned around his cock, and he really seemed to enjoy that as his hips began to rise up to meet her bobbing head.
She felt the head of his member bump against the back of her throat, and she tried to relax her throat muscles to take him down into it like she did before. But with the way her head was rising and falling, not to mention him thrusting up into her mouth. She found that to be difficult, and instead focused on taking as much of him into her mouth as she could while using her hand to stroke the portion of his length that she couldn’t fit.
They went on like that, seeming to form a circuit of pleasure that they gave and took from each other until something else finally caught Katara’s attention. Resting just beneath her nose as her head rose and fell on him, she saw his sac. She knew that this part of a man was extremely sensitive, and provided a very effective spot to attack if necessary, but now she wondered if that sensitivity could be used differently.
While keeping hold of the bottom half of his length as her mouth worked over the top half, she reached for his sac with her remaining hand. Being careful so as not to accidentally hurt him, not knowing just how sensitive this area was, she cupped the fleshy bag in her hand. Zuko groaned loudly, the feel of him doing so causing her eyes to briefly roll into the back of her head at the vibrations his lips against her caused, and then she began gently fondling his sac.
She caressed and kneaded his package, feeling the two balls inside them, finding it almost fascinating. In the past, she had wondered why the gods had designed men to have such a vulnerable part of them be so available to assault, before concluding that it was for that very purpose in case any attempted to force themselves on women, but based on Zuko’s response to her touching him here, she now saw that they could also be used to cause pleasure as well, and so she continued to gently caress and fondly them as she stroked and sucked his length.
Zuko eventually pulled his mouth away from her and let out a moan before commenting, “By Agni, Katara, your hands and mouth are incredible. I don’t know how you were a virgin before last night.” He hesitated for a moment before asking, “Have you ever use your mouth on a man before me?”
Feeling offended, she pulled her mouth off him and looked back at him. “Of course not!”
Seeming to realize his mistake, he shook his head. “I didn’t mean any offense. It’s just that there are those who only consider actually having intercourse as losing their virginity, and oral and other forms of foreplay doesn’t count for them, and there are some women who will turn to other forms of pleasure to keep their maidenheads intact, so I wasn’t sure if you had some such experience or not.”
“Well, I’m not one of those people.”
He nodded. “I apologize. I wasn’t trying to insinuate anything; I was just surprised at how skilled you are at pleasing a man with your mouth while having supposedly never done it before. That was meant to be a compliment by the way.”
She blushed and looked away, feeling her annoyance shift to embarrassment. Under that context, if she was indeed as good as he claimed she was, she supposed it was logical for him to make such an assumption. Anyone would assume that someone who was good at something had done it before. She also had to remember that the Fire Nation viewed sex more openly than the Water Tribe did, and so what she found offensive may not have been intentionally insulting on his part.
“I was just doing what I thought you would enjoy,” she said shyly.
He smiled and stroked her hip. “Then you’re just naturally talented, because you’re doing a fabulous job.”
Katara didn’t know that a compliment could make her feel so embarrassed, and she found herself unable to look back at him as she hesitantly asked, “Then… do you want me to continue?”
He continued stroking her bottom. “I would love that very much, Katara, but there is also something else I would like to do if you’re willing.”
She hesitated before slowly glancing back at him. “What’s that?”
He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took her hips and eased her off of him. Katara shifted to a sitting position as he sat up and moved in front of her. “I would like it of you used your breasts on me.”
She blinked, not quite registering his words right away. When they sank in though, she found that she still didn’t understand them. “Use my… What?”
In response, Zuko reached out, gently placing a hand on her chest and stroking her before cupping one of her breasts. “Use your breasts on me.”
She blinked again, having no clue what he meant. She had never heard of this from any gossip about sex. Normal sex acts, yes, but using one’s breasts was certainly a new one for her.
“That’s… I… How?”
He looked amused, giving her a humorous smile. “I’ll show you.”
He crawled to the edge of the bed and got up. Turning back towards her, he held out his hand. Katara stared at it for a while, wondering what she would be getting into if she took it. But she was so aroused from their activities, and everything that had done this far had felt amazing, so she hesitantly reached out and placed her hand in his.
He gave her hand a tug, and she slid to the edge of the bed. When she hung her legs over the side, he released her hand and placed both of his on her shoulders. Applying light pressure, he silently coaxed her to slide onto the floor onto her knees. He then stepped closer so his erection was right in front of her face.
“Now,” Zuko said, “wrap your breasts around my cock.”
She continued to stare at his cock in front of her for a few seconds, then own at her breasts before looking up to stare at him in confusion. “You want me to…?”
He nodded. “Wrap you breasts around my cock.”
Taking his member in his hand, he pointed it at her. Katara kept staring, still not really understanding, but then then her hands came up to grasp her breasts, and she pushed her chest out to present them to Zuko, giving him a questioning look.
He gave her another nod. “Yes, just like that. Now wrap them around me.”
He moved closer and slipped his length between the valley of her breasts. Blushing, Katara squeezed them together, pillowing his saliva slickened cock between her two globes of flesh, and Zuko nodded in approval to let her know that she was doing it right. He then began to slowly thrust his hips, moving his cock forward and back between her cleavage.
Now Katara understood what he meant by using her breasts on him. It was indeed something she hadn’t heard of before, and she wondered how many other things she didn’t know about sex. Zuko seemed to been joying himself though, and began speeding up his thrusts. Katara was surprised to find that she was also enjoying the sensation. The feel of his hot, hard length moving between her sensitive breasts provided its own feel of delight, and witnessing Zuko’s obvious enjoyment only served to increase her excitement further.
“That’s amazing, Katara,” he told her as he thrusted between her breasts. “I love the feel of you. Every part of you.”
She didn’t know how to respond to that. What did one say to such a remark while your breasts were wrapped around their cock as they thrusted between them? She also wondered why she had never heard of this sex act before. With as much as she had heard women gossip about sex when the subject came up, she was surprised that none had ever spoken about this. Hands, mouths, and different positions, sure, but not breasts. It made her wonder how many other kinds of sex acts she didn’t know about, and if she would end up experiencing them with Zuko before the day was through.
Up until now, Zuko’s hands had remained on his hips, but then he suddenly grasped her shoulders, using them for leverage as he began thrusting faster. Katara squeezed her breasts together harder as he moved, the head of his cock popping in and out of the top of her cleavage. She glanced down at it, watching the mushroom shape head approach and then retreat from her face. It was an erotic sight, even if it did cause her cheeks to fill with heat.
After a few minutes of this, he slowed down his thrusts to long, leisurely movements and let out a groan. Katara kept her breasts squeezed together as she herself began moving her own breasts up and down his length, making him release a loud breath of air. He thrusted between her cleavage a few more times before releasing her shoulders and pulling his cock free. Taking hold of himself at the base, he began slapping it against her breasts and running the head against them as she continued to hold them out.
“I love your breasts, Katara,” he said as he swirled his tip around her nipple before pushing it against her areola. “Your breasts, your mouth, your legs, your pussy, all of you. Your body is perfect.”
His words caused a flash of heat to run through her. He made her feel so sexy, so desired. But aside from a few off-handed comments of how good she felt or compliments of her performance, he hadn’t really made much sex talk before now, and it was embarrassing to hear. So she chose not to say anything and simply kept her breasts pushed together, and he slid his cock between them once more.
He resumed thrusting between them for the next minute or two before pulling his cock free again and taking a step back. Taking hold of his cock again, he aimed it higher, pointing it at her mouth. Katara realized what he wanted, and with barely a thought, opened up for him, too caught up in the moment to even consider not. Even this act, she found, she took a strange delight in, much to her surprise.
Immediately accepting the invitation, Zuko pushed his cock inside, and she closed her lips over him. He began moving his cock in and out of her mouth, and Katara mumbled around him, running her tongue along the underside of his member as it filled her mouth. Zuko groaned in response as he thrusted inside, his hands going to the back of her head, allowing his movements to become smoother. Katara proceeded to suck on him as she allowed him to make use of her mouth as she breathed through her nose.
“Touch yourself, Katara,” he told her.
She looked up at him as he continued to fill her mouth. He wanted her to touch herself? While she was sucking on him? It sounded so… dirty. But also erotic. And she soon found one of her hands slipping between her legs and sliding her finger over her wet slit. For some reason, she found it to be even more arousing to touch herself while she had Zuko’s cock in her mouth than when she just did it on her own.
She rubbed herself for a bit before sticking a finger inside her, causing her to shiver. She thrust her finger in and out of herself, finding that she wished that Zuko’s cock were penetrating her down there rather than her mouth. It caused a moan to escape her though, and Zuko groaned again as the sound caused her lips to vibrate around him.
As she proceeded to thrust her middle finger in and out of her wet opening, she brought her other hand up and began cradling Zuko’s balls. She felt his grip on her hair tighten, and the speed of his thrusts increased. Katara’s own finger thrusting sped up as well to match his pace as she imagined it was his cock down there instead of her finger.
He suddenly shoved his cock hard into her mouth while pulling her head forward. Katara’s eyes practically bulged out as his cock hit the back of her throat. She had taken him even deeper than that before, but had been unprepared for the sudden movement. Fortunately, Zuko only held it there for a few moments before pulling back.
He did it again though, thrusting deep, and both of Katara’s hands came up to grab his hips. She choked slightly, but then he quickly pulled back, only to do it again. She gripped his hips tightly as he repeated this several times, working himself in deeper a little more until, finally, she had her nose buried in his pubs.
He held her there for several long seconds before pulling back to allow her some air, and she coughed around him. A few seconds later though, he was thrusting back in and holding himself there. Finally though, he thrusted back in as deeply as he could and remained buried in her throat. Katara’s lips were wrapped around the base of his cock, his hands at the back of her head, preventing her from pulling back. Her face grew redder and redder as she was unable to breathe, quite literally choking on Zuko’s cock.
Remembering what he had told her last night, she gave him a pinch. Zuko immediately released her head and pulled back his hips, allowing her to pull off of him, and his cock fell free of her mouth. She began coughing as she sucked down the air that had been denied to her, the redness fading from her face. As arousing as that was, it still hadn’t been the most comfortable thing.
As she calmed down, Zuko took a few steps back. Bending down, he grabbed her and lifted her up to sit her on the edge of the bed. He spread her legs and moved between them, then dropped down to his knees and looked up the length of her body, giving her a smoldering look. And as her breathing returned to normal, she gave him a questioning look.
“I’m going to taste you now, Katara,” he told her. “And once I’m done, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, then make you beg for more before fucking you until you pass out.”
His words alone almost made her feel like she was going to pass out. “Oh, gods, yes,” she gasped out quietly.
She hadn’t meant to say that, the words had just slipped out. It was too late to take them back though a Zuko leaned in and dragged his tongue down her inner thighs before burying his face between her legs. Katara’s whole body jumped as he immediately began devouring her. Leaning back on the bed, she grabbed at the sheets as her legs hung straight up in the air on either side of his head, and a stream of moans began to escape her as he returned the oral pleasure she had given him, with interest.
It seemed he was reaching a breaking point though, as he only used his mouth on her for few minutes before standing up and stepping between her legs. He pulled her closer, causing her to fall back onto the bed as he pressed their groins together. Taking hold of himself, he began rubbing his length against her wet opening, causing them both to moan. She once again gripped the sheets as he teased her, teased them both.
“I can’t wait anymore, Katara,” he said breathlessly. “I need to be inside you, right now.”
Also breathless, she offered no objections to Zuko’s need and simply lifted her head to look down between them. She needed him just as much, and she waited with anticipation for him to fill her. He didn’t though, and instead rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. He did this several times before releasing his cock and taking hold of her legs hanging in the air near her ankles as he thrusted his hips forward to continue to rub himself against her wetness.
Katara wasn’t sure how much more of this torture she could take, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask him to put them both out if their misery, and instead commented, “So, what are you waiting for? I thought you couldn’t wait any longer.”
She hadn’t been able to keep the urgency out of her voice, causing Zuko to grin down at her. “I can’t, but discipline and self-control are other Firebending practices. And besides, building up the anticipation will make it all the sweeter for both of us.” He leaned down and kissed her while proceeding to rub himself against her. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” she replied truthfully. “Gods, I want you so much. I always have.”
She no longer cared that she was finally giving him the satisfaction by admitting the truth. And he did indeed seem satisfied based on the smirk that crossed his face, so much so that she had half a mind to slap arrogance off of it.
As if knowing what she was thinking, his grin widened further as he lifted himself up again. “I knew you did, my stubborn Waterbender.” He then lined himself up with her entrance. “But if you insist.”
She felt her cheeks heat. “I didn’t insist– Ah!”
The cry escaped her as he inserted the head. Despite his own need, Zuko still seemed determine to draw this out as long as he could as he slowly pushed his way inside. Katara’s head seemed to tilt further and further back as she lifted the sheets higher into the air with the more of himself he inserted. And when his hips finally met hers and he bottomed out inside her at the entrance of her womb, they both let out simultaneous sounds of pleasure, a loud groan from him and a long, breathy exhale from her.
“Spirits above,” he gasped out as his eyes shut in bliss, “you feel so damn good. I can feel your insides milking me. So tight, so wet. I love being inside you.”
And she loved having him inside her, even though she would never admit it out loud. She relished in the feel of being filled by him as he held himself inside her, and she struggled to keep still. She desperately needed him to start moving, but right now he simply seemed to be enjoying feeling her walls wrapped around him.
Her legs began shifting as they hung in the air, trying to nonverbally convey her need, but Zuko either didn’t notice or choice to draw out her torment even further by ignoring it; she suspected the latter.
The feel of him inside her was profound and driving her mad. She could feel the actual shape of him inside her as her insides adjusted and molded themselves to accommodate her mate, stretching out and reshaping her very body to making the perfect place for him, like he was carving out a place just for him in her body. He truly was ruining her for any other man, in all ways. And yet, right now, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“Zuko, please!” she finally exclaimed when she couldn’t take his immobility any longer, her need overpowering her pride.
His eyes slid open and he looked down at her, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Damn him, she knew he’d wanted her to beg. And in that moment, she hated him more than ever for forcing her to do just that. But then those hateful thoughts fled her mind as he adjusted his grip on her ankles and pulled back his hips to slam into her. She cried out loudly in response as she finally got the sweet friction she needed, and he did it again, thrusting into her over and over again, working them into a rhythm.
Katara’s body jerked on the bed, her breasts swaying back and forth in time with his thrusts. She gripped the blanket tightly as Zuko kept hold of her ankles, keeping her legs in the air as his hips moved forward and back. He moved at a steady pace, but Katara wanted more speed. He still seemed intent on tormenting her though, and spread her legs as wide as they could go while keeping the same pace, so she retaliated by squeezing her inner muscles as hard as she could around his length and maintaining their hold.
Zuko groaned in response, but didn’t change his pace. Instead, he brought her legs together so they stuck straight up in the air in front of him and proceeded to thrust into her as he hugged her legs together. Katara gasped and unclenched her muscles as she gave up the fight. She heard him chuckle, and even though her legs blocked her view of his face, she knew that there would be a smirk on it.
“Bastard,” she growled out, trying to keep her voice steady. “I hate you.”
Her tone belittled her words though, and he chuckled again and opened her legs once more. But then he began to bend them back, and Katara curled in on herself. He kept pushing, and she was practically folded in half as her legs ended up on either side of her head. The position caused her eyes to bug out as he hit a new angle inside her with his thrusts, penetrating her possibly even deeper than ever. He then proceeded to lean over her, nearly crawling up onto the bed, and kissed her long and hard, his deep thrusts causing her to moan into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, but kept his face close to hers, their lips grazing as he spoke. “If you want something, Katara, you have to tell me.”
Katara didn’t know if she wanted to smack him or kiss him again. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she really hated him for it. She didn’t want to give in, but her body’s demands were greater than her pride. “F-Faster. I need it faster.”
He gave her a quick kiss, then smiled against her lips. “I knew you liked it faster. You enjoy it rough, don’t you?”
“Bastard,” she said again, her voice holding a little more venom this time. “I really do hate you. So much.”
This just earned her another chuckle from him. “You wouldn’t be willingly doing this with someone you truly hated.”
“Go to Hell, Zuko,” she snapped at him, not knowing what else to say.
He just smirked at her words, but also complied with her request, thrusting into her not just faster, but harder as well. The sound of his balls slapping against her rear was lost amongst her cries, the latter muffled as Zuko occasionally kissed her. Every time he pulled back, her nether-lips clung to his length, as if reluctant to have him leave her and trying to pull him back in.
Eventually though, he stood up straight again, and Katara’s body unfolded. Releasing her ankles, he threw her legs over his shoulders, angling her hips upwards. Taking hold of her waist, he began pounding into her. Katara’s head fell back as her arms stretched out, the sheets in her grasp.
She moaned uncontrollably as she wondered just how many positions Zuko intended to explore with her. Was he intent on trying out every position in the Kama Sutra? Because so far, it felt like they were making progress with all the ways he’d taken her since they first became lovers; not that she ever read it know what was inside the ancient manuscript.
Her suspicions seemed to be proven to be true a few minutes later as he changed their position yet again. As she continued to pant and moan, he removed her legs from his shoulders and instead hooked them under his arms. He gripped her more firmly by the rear, lifting her lower body up higher until she was practically balancing on her upper body. He then began rapidly thrusting into her.
Katara’s cries grew louder and more desperate from his assault as her head rolled around on her shoulders. She looked up at him, seeing the strained look on his face, his eyes fixated on their nether regions, his teeth clenched together as he breathed heavily through his nose. For some reason, seeing him exhibiting such exertion made her stomach flip, and she drank in the sight of him before her gaze went lower to where their bodies were connected, watching as he thrusted into her.
She knew that the sight of his length disappearing and reappearing as it moved in and out of her would be forever burned into her mind. She hadn’t noticed before, but she could actually see the lump in her stomach just beneath her bellybutton that was his member moving in and out of her. The sight of that alone, of seeing how he so thoroughly filled her, sent another erotic thrill through her.
Letting her head fall back down, she continued to let out her pleasured cries. And soon she wasn’t just moaning, but gasping out the names of spirits and deities. “Oh, gods!” she exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Oh, La, yes! Yes! Tui! Tui! La! Oh, sweet spirits! Don’t stop! Gods!”
She wasn’t even aware of her quiet chanting at first. Instead, it was Zuko who made her aware of it as he moved over her and leaned in to press a kiss to her lips before bringing his mouth to her ear and whispering into it. “As much as I enjoy making you cry out the names of the spirits, I would prefer if you called out my name instead.”
His words caused her to blush profoundly, not just because he was making her call out to the spirits, but because of his request. But would that be taking things too far? She had already crossed that bridge once already when they had actually made love. Could she afford to risk doing it again?
She looked up at him as Zuko rose back up and resumed his thrusting. “Same my name, Katara. I want to hear you call it out in the heat of passion.”
Perhaps it was because he had planted the idea in her head with his request, but as he proceeded to drive into her, the next name that flew out of her mouth wasn’t that of a spirit or deity, but his, just as he wanted.
“Zuko,” she gasped out, her body jerking with his thrusts. “Oh, gods, Zuko!”
“Katara,” he cried out as well, and began slamming into her harder than ever. “Kataraaaaa!”
With her face scrunching up, Katara let her head fall back once again as she yanked at the bed sheets. Zuko kept pounding into her, all the while, the two proceeded to call out each other’s name. Cries for spirits and deities also slipped out as well, but it was now primarily Zuko’s name on her lips and hers on his. What more, it now happened without her consciously doing it.
“Zuko!” she practically wailed as she thrashed about. “Zukoooooooohhh, my gods! Ahhhhhh!”
Her orgasm hit, and it was mind-bending, back-breaking, and soul-shattering all at once. There had been no buildup this time. It had happened suddenly and unexpectedly. One moment she had been enjoying the feel of him thrusting into her, the next an explosion suddenly went off inside her without warning, destroying both her mind and her body. She saw a flash of white behind her eyes, followed by stars as her entire body jerked around out of control, and she could have sworn that time itself actually slowed down and even come to a complete stop for a few brief moments.
A loud cry escaped her at the tsunami of pleasure that crashed over her, and she continued to spasm. Zuko proceeded to thrust into her for the next few seconds as her orgasm shook her, but then he simply slammed onto her one final time and held himself there as he let her ride it out.
Katara felt as if she had been sufficiently broken. There was no way she could deny it any longer. She had completely given in and accepted the raw desire between them, fully participating in the act of her own free will. It might be wrong, she might hate herself for it and regret it later, and it might be only for today, but here and now, she was truly Zuko’s lover.

(A/N: Woo, hot stuff. Now that Katara has given in ad has embraced her desires, it look like she and Zuko are really in for a good time. And this was just the start of it. Mostly just some experimental foreplay before diving into the more hardcore stuff. We'll be seeing how that goes next time where they both fully indulge in each other. And you know that's going to be a steamy good time. No more reluctance or holding back on Katara's part. We caught a glimpse of that side of her this chapter, so we'll explore that further next time, so stay tuned for that.)
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