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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33555 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 97
After the fourth day Katara could no longer bear to feign ignorance of what Zuko was doing to her. He’d had a mirror installed in the restroom for her and each time she looked at it she saw a liar. Yes, she slept more and ate more but it wasn’t the type of rest her body needed. The time she spent truly awake was spent worrying. Did Zuko really wear the prophylactic or did he do a better job of wiping her up after filling her with his seed?
Was he sticking to his lie of doing it because someone was stealing their sheets and he needed to prove she was his concubine or did he climb on top of her just because he was male and his penis had the ability to rise? Was her increased appetite the result of her body’s attempt to regain wakefulness? Her queasiness the result of deluding herself? Or were both her body’s desperate way of saying he had placed another tadpole inside her? She had been cleaning herself each time she showered in his bedroom but it was dangerous to repeatedly send water into her womb searching for what most likely was not there.
She feared causing further damage but also feared her body’s ability to heal itself. She closed her eyes, thoughts circling her head like Ching Pei’s strong fingers and her ability to delude herself swirling like shampoo down the drain. She brushed away the scared part of her wishing to hide from what was being done to her as Ching Mei giggled while brushing her hair. When Ying Shu asked if she would like further service Katara politely declined.

Zuko was surprised to return from his service to see Katara was awake. She was wandering about the women’s areas trading Water Tribe words for common language and Fire Nation with Akesato and Ching Mei. He, and his penis, were hoping that she would be asleep and he could easily do what was necessary to satisfy both of them. Even while at sea the men of the Fire Nation military were expected to maintain strict grooming standards today, unlike most days, he had not been alone on the men’s side of the spa room.. In the midst of being shaved, stray hairs being plucked and sideburns being shaped the conversation had taken an inevitable turn towards sex.
Zuko had heard many such conversations while aboard the Albatross, with Mu and the Zhao twins during the days before Mu’s wedding but this was the first time he knew of the things they spoke of due to personal experience. He was gentleman enough not to divulge what went on between him and Katara but the past four days had given him a better idea of what it truly meant to be with a woman. He did not hear her screams, pained whimpers or desperate cries as she lie unconscious beneath him. Her face and body remained perfectly relaxed; there were no tears, fearful expressions or anger, no blows to dodge, no headbutts to navigate, no kicks, bites or punches.
She was at peace throughout their union.
The parts of her body that did not shut down responded exactly as the medical book stated they would. Her nipples hardened when he touched and sucked them; so did her clitoris when he placed his head between her legs and performed the act of apology prior to each violation. Her phoenix plumped as he oiled it and when he placed his fingers inside it continued to make liquid. She was pliant and relaxed each time he donned the prophylactic and reasserted her status as his concubine. He was able to do what was necessary to dirty the sheets and keep her under his protection without causing her pain.
Those four days had also made him realize the true reason Lu Ten had laughed when he asked why a penis was called a dragon; why his father referred to what he did with Sakura in disgust and his penis as “the traitorous beast which resided in his pants”; and why in one of his more philosophical drunken moments Zhao 2 had stated “true peace of mind comes when one can accept his place as a man is completely separate and most often subordinate to his penis’s identity as a dragon”.
His penis had also betrayed him. The sleeping monster which often woke up to petted had transformed into a raging beast which began fighting for control the moment he fed it. He knew it was wrong but in a moment of weakness after doing what needed to be done he had given into his curiosity and acted out being in a consensual relationship with Katara. He fully undressed both of them and climbed back on top of Katara sans barrier. Unhindered by the need for immediate release he was able to leisurely couple with her. He learned that the erotic scrolls had not lied about different depths and speed of strokes changing the wonderful sensations or that each resulting orgasm would be so much stronger than the first. He had seen the overwhelming beauty of the spirit world each time he came and Katara’s unknowing, unwilling form had been his chariot.
He had felt like the worse type of shit afterwards. To atone, he had immediately taken her and several heaping plates of food to her brother once she woke up. He had even unchained the tiny Avatar and allowed him to remain in Sokka’s cell for several hours. The next day he had spent so much time performing the act of apology his tongue cramped before he finally donned the skin and mounted her. Even though the beast had risen again he managed to control it for the rest afternoon. Instead of using her pliant body, he had gone into the restroom and tamed it by hand.
But only yesterday he had given in and lain with her for pleasure again. He had every intention of leaving the spa, apologizing until his tongue twice cramped, doing only what was necessary to protect her and spend the rest of the afternoon meditating. He had already selected a picture of his mother to use as a deterrent in case he once more had to battle the dragon but today’s spa conversations had riled it.
In the short time it took for his hair to be washed, dried, secured into a topknot and his face shaved he had learned licking, sucking, kissing and fucking were among the more mundane descriptions of things that could be done with a woman. He had to think of Li in her bathing suit to stave off his arousal when hearing of the various tricks which earned the more enterprising civilian staff members aboard the Ursa extra payment. Lo was added the moment they began to graphically describe the ways some of the more talented women could flutter the wings of their phoenix. He was almost driven to madness to hear there were things a man could do to inspire it.
Zuko knew it was impossible for Katara to enjoy their coupling while awake but he had never imagined that while she was asleep there was a chance he could give her pleasure. He had been utterly fascinated by the idea that the changes in Katara’s breathing patterns might not have been due to his weight or force of his thrust but rather a sign of her body was responding to his dragon inside her cavern. He had read several scrolls and books in all matter of genre which stated a woman could be convinced to do anything by a man with the power to make her orgasm.
Mai had told him it was rubbish dreamt up by an egomaniacal male with grandiose delusions about his penis but her words meant little considering she refused to have sex with him while they were a couple but was willing to trade her virginity for status. Zuko didn’t believe that he could make Katara feel good enough to fully trust him but hoped if she were to derive something from their joining it might be enough for her to stop fighting him.
Bingwen had explained how pain affected different types of tissue and nerve endings but neither he nor the book had spoke much about pleasurable stimulus. A woman’s vagina, like a man’s penis, was both a delicate and sensitive area. A scratch on the wrist was a minor irritation but a scratch on the penis was more like running into barbed wire. He didn’t consider imagined the theory could work in reverse or even be applied to a woman until the attendant shaving him joked, "the things that made him feel good made his wife feel even better."
Zuko knew there was an exponential difference in masturbation and when he was touched by someone else but he never considered how he could apply that information to the things he did with Katara. She had said the friction from their coupling had been like steel wool scraping away the inside of her phoenix. He was willing to do anything so she wouldn’t feel like that. He had told himself that performing the act of apology until his tongue cramped wasn’t enough and had made plans to spend the afternoon learning if there truly was something he could do to make her feel better.
The fear and uncertainty in her eyes made him see the truth he was hiding from. He had used her and was planning to use her again. Everything he had told himself about trying to make her feel good was just an excuse to justify giving into his dragon. He had proudly strutted from the room when those elders, men he respected and whose exploits he had read about during history lessons had expressed envy towards him. Those encounters no matter how satisfying were nothing compared to having beautiful woman in their cabin reserved exclusively for them.
But now seeing Katara looking at him all he felt was shame. He had not made her his concubine for selfish reasons. He had made her his concubine to protect her from the bad intentions of others but now he was allowing himself to be an active source of danger. He had heard more times than he could count he’d never thought things through; that one day he could hurt someone with his actions. Uncle Iroh had been like a screeching dodo, repeating the phrase over and over and over that his reckless pursuit of the Avatar could hurt himself or another person.
Bingwen had told him to reconcile his thoughts to his deeds before continuing on a course of action. He could no longer think like a child; he could no longer be selfish. He was a man. He had Katara. He had robbed her of a chance to have a family. He had to think first of her, her needs; her protection and her happiness. He had to start thinking with his head and his heart. He had to stop thinking with his dragon.

Katara bit her lip nervously while looking at Zuko. She was expecting the worse when he approached her. But instead of yelling he had spoken softly to her while extending his hand, “Let’s go see what Fan has to eat and go deck.”
Confused she took it and allowed him to lead her. She had expected him to show anger or disappointment upon seeing her awake. She had expected him to drag her back to their room and attack. She was not expecting to be taken to the kitchens. This time like the first time they’d gone Fan was alone. He had quickly doled out heaping bowlfuls of delicious food then immediately launched into how he’d been convinced to rejoin the military after happily accepting his dishonorable discharge.
The cook pointed to a speck on the map close to the Southern Air Temple and said “Me and ‘at old coal heap I call a husband had washed up here on account of pirating, pirates, the military and outright running. We figured it was just a good a place as any to drown in a bottle and wake up not knowing where we were as any. ‘Side, we fit right in with the rest of the people inclined not to ask questions”
“We’d been there a month; long enough for some of my Fire Nation stink to wear off and fer people to stop asking Kentaro why an Earth Kingdom flea was hanging onto a rat from the Fire Nation when Iroh shows up. Now keep in mind this place is full of Earth Kingdom deserters, criminals, pirates, brawlers from Kyoshi and traders from the Water Tribe. All people with good damn reason to hate the Fire Nation. This whelp’s uncle strolls in all bright and shiny; looking, smelling and talking like Fire Nation” Fan explained while plonking another spoonful in both of their bowls. “
“Not having any more sense than this brat when he popped up in your village he opens his mouth and says ‘I am Prince Iroh of the Fire Nation, here in search of the Avatar. I will not harm you so long as you cooperate. If you refuse or impede my search in any manner I will be forced to call in the ships I have waiting outside the harbor. You will be detained and taken back to the FAN? Is that you? Qin look Fan’s over there!’ I grab Kentaro thinking we can make a quick exit then the fire spitting idiot points right at me.”
Katara had been so busy laughing that she did not notice her bowl never ran empty no matter how much she ate or the fact that she was eating. By the time Fan deemed her stuffed she’d learned the real reason the Fire Nation military changed uniforms. They were still wearing the old ones when Iroh and Qin found them. Unlike the newer alloy suits those were fully metal and capable of rusting. The squeaking and creaking had twice gotten them found by a disgruntled, big eared Earthbender. They left when the kitchen helpers returned to prepare dinner after spending hours listening to stories about his adventures with Iroh that even Zuko had never heard before.
They were both smiling when they returned to the room. Their good moods took a turn for the worse after Katara joked they should wash up before going to bed since they both smelled like food. She really didn’t want to wake up in the middle night with a mouth full of Firebender and Zuko smirked “I wouldn’t be responsible for what happened if you did. I’ve told you how much I like it when you bite.”
Katara gasped thinking his words to mean he liked hurting her.
“I…ah…damnit, Katara I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t like it when you bite, well do I, but not when you fight. I don’t want you to fight me but biting feels good. I don’t like hurting you but I like being ...bitten?” Zuko stammered in explanation.
Frustrated he grabbed her hand and stormed out of the bedroom. They reached the second deck and Zuko stopped in front of a supply closet. He snatched a sleeping mat and two blankets then continued to lead her upwards. Zuko turned in a complete circle before dragging her to small platform next to one of the larger masts. He pressed the bedding into her arms then sent a small stream of fire into the base. Katara stumbled into him when it began to lift. He muttered a quick “sorry” then held her against him as they continued to ascend.
They were almost at the top when he realized her eyes were clenched shut and she was trembling. He frowned in confusion then asked, “Are you afraid of heights?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little late to be asking?” she growled after cracking one eyelid and peeping down below them.
“I just thought you wouldn’t be considering how much you fly on the bison,” Zuko sheepishly replied.
“Appa is a ten ton bison who was made for flying. His mother flew, his father, his siblings, and grandparents flew. This is a rickety piece of metal going up using fire, your fire. What happens of you sneeze Zuko?” she replied through clenched teeth.
“It’s safe Katara. Only the most state of the art upgrades are made to the Ursa.”
“It’s not the technology I’m worried about,” she muttered before expressing her sincere doubts in the power source.
Zuko rolled his eyes and secured them to a landing. He opened the door to the crow’s nest and pushed Katara forward, “We’re here.”
“Why did you bring me here?” Katara screamed taking a quick peek around the room. The majority of the floor was metal grating but a portion, like most of the walls and ceiling were glass giving a clear view of the sky and the ocean. She fully opened her eyes and exclaimed, “Oh! Zuko! It’s beautiful!”
Zuko set down the bedding and smugly replied, “I thought you would like it up here.”
He stepped next to her and his voice softened, “This was my favorite place to hide when I was little. Ping-Ping most often had watch duty. She would keep snacks for me in that drawer. She died at the North Pole. I saw her body floating in the water.”
Katara placed her hand over his and listened as he told her more about the woman who’d befriended him. Zuko grew quiet then pointed into the distance. “All of the ships have weighed anchor.”
Katara followed his hand but did not see anything. Zuko stood behind her and pulled her against his chest. He placed his chin on her head then guided it to the proper location. She gasped, “Whales.”
He nodded and gently placed a finger over her lips to shush her. She opened her mouth to protest but he had gone abnormally still and quiet. As they passed his hands tightened around her waist and he began to tremble. “On my Mom’s island whales are called ‘She who defied Agni’. The first is rumored to be a female dragon who did not submit to his lust for her. As punishment he took what she held most precious.”
“Agni took her baby from her,” he whispered thickly. “She searched and she searched until her wings, feet and tail fell off, calling loudly in hopes her child would hear her not knowing her baby was just as desperate to find her. Their devotion drew the protection of Agni’s consort and his action drew her ire.”
“Mom’s clan is one of the few matriarchies left in our nation. On her island the goddess of death, darkness and destruction is also the patron goddess of pregnancy and childbirth. Whales are her emissaries. We stop to honor them and allow them safe passing at Chu-Hua’s orders. We believe they carry….” Zuko swallowed and attempted to repeat himself, “We believe they carry…”
He took a deep breath and bit his lips before whispering, “They carry the souls of our unborn children and the wisdom of divine judgment. If a man is deemed unworthy...”
Katara turned around to look up at him. He was blinking and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “If a man is deemed unworthy, she takes her gift away from him.”
Zuko stepped away from her and lowered himself onto the futon. He brought his knees to his chest, crossed his arms over them and lowered his head. He was crying. Zuko was crying because he thought the goddess of death, destruction, pregnancy and unborn children deemed him unworthy. He was crying because of what he thought the whales carried.
Katara’s gaze scanned the floor as she turned away from him. It was her tadpole, it would be her secret. She would not watch him cry; she would not feel guilty. She turned away from him but being inside a small glass room meant she could not escape his trembling reflection or his sobs.
She would not allow his tears or the truth about their tadpole’s demise make her feel guilty. She would not feel guilty for destroying the spawn of her enemy. She would not feel guilty for letting him think that he did.

Arraye: I’m glad you liked that chapter. It’s one of the ones I wrote to bridge the gap to show how they get to consent. As you said, I want Katara to remain strong and independent. Azula does like Ching Mei. If she didn’t she would not have declared what Lord Asami did to the little girl as an act of treason against her. Nobles are not punished for hurting servants but Azula went out of her way to make sure he didn’t get away with it. She considers the little girl to be one of her favorite pets.
Zuko is struggling with his inner creep at this point. He didn’t order that she be drugged but the he definitely takes advantage of it.Yes, Katara can bloodbend (and she will muahhahaha). They can do everything in this story that they could at the canon time of the invasion.
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