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The World On A Silver Platter	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 8943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The World On A Silver Platter
- 1
“Bring me the wench!” demanded Zuko the Despoiler, only son and firstborn of Ozai the Overlord; nephew to Iroh the Invincible. He was firstborn of the second son and would forever to be ruled by his older cousin unless he carved out his own dominion. At age 26 he had already conquered almost as much as his grandfather, Azulon the Terrible and more than his father and uncle combined. He had been at war with the Water Tribe for three years and today victory would be his. They had finally captured Katara, daughter of King Hakoda the Hunter. She would meet the fate of every princess he’d captured and the loss of her innocence would lead to the downfall of her people. No one trusted a man who allowed his daughter to be taken from his home and her virtue stolen on the battlefield front of him to lead them.
During their three years of battle Zuko had earned countless injuries at the hands of Katara’s brother, Sokka the Slayer. His previous attempt to Katara had led to a fight in which Sokka had left him permanently disfigured. His loins ached at the thought of piercing that bastard’s sister in front of him. All of the others were just business, but Princess Katara was personal. He would not just lift her skirts and bend her over like an animal. She would be naked before him and all of their people. She would see his gruesome visage and know precisely who was taking her maidenhead and why. He hoped to Agni that she screamed as hard as her kinsmen fought. She would be the one wench he would take pride in watching her belly rise as his bastard would be living proof of his conquest.
“Untie me you filth! Do you know who I am! My people will have your heads for this!” Katara screamed as the platform beneath her rolled forward.
His subordinates had done a splendid job preparing her for him. She was tied to saplings that had been stripped of their bark to not damage her delicate skin. Her arms were outstretched and lifted over her head thrusting her breasts forward. Her legs were spread and tied also. He stepped forward and reached for the strings holding her blue cloak together and swore. The wench was naked. His eyes narrowed and his hand moved between his legs to inspect her. He would kill each and every one of them if they had taken the privilege that was to be his. Katara struggled to keep his hand away but was unable to prevent his fingers from gently probing her. Zuko relaxed and removed his fingers from her opening; her maidenhead was intact. Zuko lips curled in anticipation and it was difficult not to touch himself.
“Have I killed alongside you so long you’ve forgotten I have no need for a whining whore nor wet puss,” Jun, his only female general snarled in his direction.
“You’ve killed beside me so long I forget you are whining whore with your own wet puss, you cocksucker!” he laughed in reply.
Jun snatched something from her belt and lifted it high, “Damn right you brat! I’ll be damned if I let some bastard swell my belly with his seed!”
Katara’s stomach turned as she realized those were genitals the woman was holding. She’s desecrated a body to collect trophies. The people of Fire were more barbaric than she’d thought.
Zuko noticed her shudder and used the fingers he’d just touched her with to turn her head to face him, “Are you frightened?”
“Of a dog like you? Never!” Katara replied before spitting in his face.
He wiped the spit away with the same fingers then licked them, “You should be.”
Katara’s snarled at him, “You are no warrior. You’ve earned your lands by disgracing weak women and shaming their fathers into submission. Why should I fear a coward who has never won an honest battle?”
Zuko licked his lips and leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers as his hand skimmed her thigh, “You should fear me because you are no warrior. You are a weak woman and you have something I want between your legs.”
“I am a woman but I am not weak. I’m not like those pitiful creatures who cried for mercy before they were poisoned by your bastard seed. You will die before you hear a single plea from me,” Katara promised as she drew back her head preparing to headbutt him.
Zuko easily avoided the blow and laughed. She was right; she really would not be like the others. He would not make her scream for mercy. He would make her beg for him. He turned to his generals and uttered a single word, “Leave.”
“What?” Jee asked. He was Zuko’s mentor and the only one of his generals who dared question him.
“Leave. You heard me,” Zuko’s replied as he slid a hand over Katara’s left breast and pinched her nipple.
“Sire, do you think that is wise?” Jee asked. He was also the only general who thought it odd how easily they had managed to catch Katara alone and capture her. The princess was rarely seen and it was even rarer for her to be alone.
Zuko growled at his mentor, “I will note your outburst as concern since you are the man who had raised me but any further words will be viewed as disrespect.”
Humbled, Jee replied “Yes, Milord” and ushered out his fellow generals.
Jun elbowed Jee reassuringly. “Relax, Old Man. He just wants to have a little fun with her. He won’t lay her until everyone has been gathered to witness it. Besides weren’t you the one who told me it was natural to have those urges and it was best to occasionally give into them?”
“Yes but…” Jee answered as he looked back at the tent they just exited.
“Look, do really think he wanted us to stay and witness him whacking off or did you really want to see it?”Jun bluntly inquired.
Jee shuddered, that one time when Zuko was thirteen had been enough to scar both of them, “No. It’s just…he’s being reckless. I’m worried for him.”
Zuko heard his advisor’s mutterings and ignored them. Katara was staring at him with disdain. He caressed her cheek, “What’s wrong princess? Do I disgust you?”
Katara turned her head away from him. He stepped closer, pulled her hips forward and nuzzled his face against her neck, “This scar was a gift from your brother. Your virginity will be my repayment. My skin will be soothed by your tears as I thrust inside you.”
Katara smirked, “If you expect my falling tears to soothe that mark then you realize your place is beneath me?”
“Salty wench. You won’t be so cheeky once my cock is inside you. You’ll be begging my name,” Zuko purred rubbing his crotch against her and reaching behind her thighs to pull her legs around his waist.
"Fool. Have you forgotten I’m bound?” Katara snorted.

“We’ll see who the fool is,” Zuko replied as he kneeled to untie her. “You have such beautiful legs. I can’t wait to feel them wrapped around my waist as I make you scream my name.”
“What makes you think I would ever scream your name?” Katara asked while looking down at him as he released her left foot.
He freed her right, “Because you are an exquisite woman. I plan on taking my time with you and thoroughly enjoying our coupling.”
Katara smiled, “Will you enjoy our coupling as much as I enjoyed pounding that bedwarmer against your skull?”
“What?” Zuko yelped in surprise. He had told no one he’d been hit with a bronze bedwarmer. He’d managed to sneak into Water Tribe village and determine where the princess slept. He was creeping towards her small sleeping figure when a larger one hiding in the corner attacked. He’d barely escaped with his life and got away only because her protector returned to her side.
“It was not my brother who scarred you. It was me.” Katara used his distracted state to her advantage. She clamped her legs around his neck. He grabbed her knees, attempting to loosen her chokehold but his upper body strength was not match for her lower. Katara allowed him a small amount of breathing room when she felt his body go slack beneath her. “Do you want to live prince of the Fire Nation?”
He ignored her question in favor of taking large gulps of air. Katara tightened her legs around his neck again and swung her hips forward so better hook his arms beneath her ankles, “I asked you a question savage! Do you want to live?”
Zuko turned his head to scream but the sound was muted by her thighs. He bit her and the vise loosened but quickly pulled tighter. She’d crossed her legs behind his head and was using the back of her heels to push his spine forward as she twisted her hips.
Her face was twisted into a malicious grin and she growled at him, “Do you want to live dog? Or shall I wring your neck?”
He grabbed at her thighs and was able to get enough air to sputter, “Yes, I want to live.”
“Then lick. Lick me like the dog you are,” Katara demanded. She kicked him in the back when his tongue brushed her thigh. “Not there. Submit properly. Lick my pussy you coward.”
Zuko shook his head in refusal.
Katara curled her spine forward and squeezed, “Then die.”
Zuko buried his fingers in the flesh of her thighs attempting to pull them apart. He turned his head desperately trying to get air and stop his neck from breaking but she gave no quarter. She had him. She had him and there was nothing he could do but yield or die. All of his life came down to this moment – yield to this woman or be killed by her. He could not die. He could not die while Toph lived. Tears were in his eyes as he stopped struggling and extended his hands to his sides in defeat.
Katara loosed her grip slightly, “Do you yield?
He nodded.
She slammed her knees against the back of his head, “Bark dog I asked you a question. Do you yield?”
“Yes. Yes I yield to you!” he whimpered.
Katara’s smile was victorious, “Then show it. Be a good dog and submit to your master.”’
Zuko leaned his forward so his face was against her center. Jun had truly prepared her well all he could smell was the faint scent of a freshly washed woman. He’d forced this upon countless women, toyed with them and made them swallow his release before casting them aside like garbage. He’d never imagined he’d be on his knees before a woman. He drew his lips inside his mouth and wet them, gathering his courage while willing himself to stick out his tongue and submit. There was an unfamiliar tang that he knew had come from her. Her thighs tightened around his neck again and he knew she was getting impatient. He stuck his tongue out and curled it forward praying this enemy of his people was a woman of honor. Several of the women who’d knelt before him had done so only because he promised not to take their virginity if they used their mouths to pleasure him. He kept his word…at the time. He waited a day or two later letting them believe their virtue was safe before properly having them. He hoped he wasn’t saving his life only to die in disgrace a few days later
“Faster dog. Show your master you are enjoying your dinner,” Katara demanded as Zuko’s tongue slowly explored her nethers. He had a large tongue but its slow pace was annoying her.
Having no choice he began to lick faster as she demanded.
Her breath quickened as his tongue reached her preferred pace. Katara tossed her head back and howled. Aang, her little brother, was hiding in the rafters. He scrambled forward with the ease of a monkey and cut away the bracings supporting the tent after hearing her signal. He lifted the conch shell tied to his waist and blew; echoing the command to move forward to the rest of her army. As one, her generals moved forward: Sokka to the east, Suki to the south, Hakoda to the North and Bato to the west surrounding Zuko’s army.
The Fire Nation troops were stunned to see their leader on his knees while the Water Tribe woman howled in pleasure.
“Well damn, no wonder he got rid us,” Jun commented in fascination while Jee closed his eyes and turned away.
He opened them to see a wall of blue closing in on them. He was one of the first to cry out, “To arms. It’s a trap!”
The warning was quickly smothered by the battle cries of the Water Tribe Confusers. Yue’s voice, alongside Kanna’s rippled through the air as the archers under their command shot hollowed arrows filled with burning leaves soaked in dyes into the camp. Kya’s cavalry rode in with halberds and bayonets striking down anyone who attempted to reach the platform where Katara held Zuko.
Zuko could hear the sounds of battle and began to struggle once more. Katara parted her legs just enough for him to see his people being slaughtered then clamped down. She wriggled her hips matching his futile undulations as she watched the bloody battle. The smell of blood and sound of war made her next peak even stronger. She bit her lips so she didn’t cry out. Not yet, not yet she reminded herself as she began to taste copper. She couldn’t cry out yet, not yet, there were still too many of his troops in fighting condition.
She relaxed enough to work his face further down his thighs while preventing him from looking anywhere but forward. She was torn between watching the expressions on his face as he helplessly listened to the sound of his people dying or the fluid choreography of her people cutting through him. Both were arousing but the Fire Prince soon won out. The scar she had given him made him so very beautiful once his tears began to fall.
Katara reached down and caressed his face.
“How?” Zuko shrieked as he flinched from her touch.
Katara flexed her wrist showing him the bracelet Jun left her keep was made of sharpened bladed. She smiled, “This mark is so very exquisite when covered with tears. I want to see your crying face as I enjoy your submission. Lick me Zuko. Lick me and hard fast if you hope to save even one of your people. Make me come. Make me howl and I will end this battle.”
He kept his eyes trained on her; allowing her to see his tears of hatred as he obeyed.
Katara’s fingers wove in his hair. She pulled and let go controlling her peak as he watched both him and the battle. Once enough of his soldiers had fallen she pulled him flush between her legs not caring how many more died until she howled her true victory. Aang lifted his conch, echoing her call once more before igniting the colored gunpowder he’d placed on the beams and leaping forwards.
As soon as they saw the fireworks, the Confusers sheathed their arrows, took up their drums and began beating rapidly to alert the foot soldiers to end their battles. Once the smoke cleared, and the drumming stopped the Fire Nation forces were able to see how badly they’d been damaged.
Katara pushed Zuko’s face further down between her thighs. She twisted slightly in each direction allowing the proud prince get a good look on either side of them. Zuko’s eyes widened as he looked at his decimated forces. Jun and Jee, his only remaining generals, were on their knees. Sokka and Hakoda held halberds against their necks. There was a broken arrow protruding from Jee’s breastplate. Katara nodded. Hakoda and Sokka spoke as one, “Crawl” and kicked the Fire generals forward.
Katara tilted her head and Zuko’s lieutenants were dragged into his line of vision. They were roped together by their necks like livestock. He could see the muscles in their forearms straining as they desperately fought against being strangled. She kept her eyes on Zuko then said a single word, “Cut”. The women at the end of the ropes pulled. Zuko screamed as the headless bodies of his troops fell into a twitching heap on the ground below.
Suki and Koko stepped forward as a single unit and placed the heads, still atop the razor wire on the platform. Suki spoke, “For you my sister. Shall I instruct the others to pay tribute to our queen?”
The bile rose in Zuko’s throat as he looked at the dead but still grimacing faces, all familiar staring at him. He forced it back down to utter, “Queen?”
Katara smirked down at him, “Stupid dog. Did you really think only men could amass such an empire?”
She let go of Zuko’s neck allowing him to fall forward as she shouted, “Grandmother.”
Her troops turned to the right. Still on his knees Zuko looked up when he heard the sound of whistling to see the several objects hurtling through the air and the Water Tribe Warriors let go of his troops. The ones able to remain upright on their own looked down to see spears suddenly protruding through their chests. Those unable to stand soon had a blue clad boot on their face.
Katara raised her arm and called out “Mother”.
Zuko heard the sound of hooves blended with screams as the soldiers on horseback rode forward. He could see his men being dragged behind them as they circled the platform then the battle field before coming to a halt in front of the platform once more.

Katara smiled and her voice softened as she spoke, “Aang.”
The child who’d been using the rafters to spy on the Fire Nation for weeks flipped down. The knife he carried cut Katara’s final bond as he descended. He smiled brightly, “Did I do well, Sister?”
She kicked Zuko in the face when he tried to lunge at the child. She made sure her sole kept contact with his temple as she followed through with the motion to thoroughly pin his face to the platform. She kissed the younger boy’s tattoed forehead, “Yes you did. You are well on your way to becoming a true warrior.”
With a simple lift of her eyebrow, the child scurried back up the support beams and once again disappeared.
Katara kept her eyes trained on Zuko’s face as she called out, “Father.”
Hakoda the Hunter stepped forward and bowed, “Yes my queen?”
She reached down and removed his cloak then wrapped it around herself, “Thank you for your bravery. I am sure Mother will reward you well tonight.”
Hakoda stepped away keeping his head lowered until he returned to his son’s side.
Katara extended her hand and called “Brother.” Her eyes never left Zuko’s face as she caught the halberd that was thrown towards her. She pulled her foot off Zuko’s face then bent her knees just low enough to grab his hair and force his face towards her. She smiled. Zuko thought her teeth appeared oddly sharpened and bright as she addressed him, “Surrender your armies and your lands to me.”
Zuko blinked slowly. He’d been defeated and his army had been captured. He’d conquered a good portion of Middle Earth and all that stood between him and the remaining portion were the forces of Water. His grandfather, father and uncle had conquered Eastern Earth and Northern Air. The lands of Western Earth had been captured by the Water Tribes decades ago and the more recently the people of Western Air. The Water Tribes had begun to encroach upon the Southern Earth Kingdom but thus far King Tyro and Warlord Jet had been able to hold them at bay. Middle Earth and Southern Air was to be his. Dominion over the Water Tribes was to be his. The world was to be his but his dreams had been hampered by a little girl.
He felt his scalp prickling as his head was jerked upwards. His teeth rattled as his chin was slammed into the wooden platform he’d built so the world could watch him humiliate the Princess of Water. He was reminded that this was no mere girl when his head was snatched upwards once more. “Bark dog.”
Zuko’s eyes landed between her legs and he craned his neck upward, above the perfect caramel breast to the beautiful face twisted into a cruel but amused sneer. He twisted his head, feeling the hair being ripped from its follicles as he glanced at what remained of his troops. Their lives, or rather their deaths, depended on his decision. The heads littering the platform were proof that Katara of the Water Tribe was a bloodthirsty woman. She didn’t even flinch when one rolled against her ankle; she simply flicked her foot to bat it away.
“I want your army. Give them to me. Their skill and lives will be mine. They will fight at my command, bleed alongside my troops and die to protect my lands.”
Zuko lowered his head, the Water Tribes were an amalgamated culture: they preserved the best and brightest of the lands they conquered while integrating them into their lands. If he agreed to surrender would no doubt save the lives of his men. Only his remained in question.
Katara watched the emotions play out on his face. She had studied the Prince of the Fire Nation and knew most of his habits and expressions. Contrary to his belief he had only once fought her brother. The numerous times their forces clashed his narrow mind attributed her prowess to a male warrior. She enjoyed fighting him. He unlike, Jet, Tyro, and Haru, had been a true challenge. His conquest would be among the highlights of her reign. She wished she had not been so concerned about Aang’s illness when he crept into her tent otherwise she would not have taken the time to savor crossing blades with him instead of striking decisively with the first thing at hand.
She knew he was considering the fate of his troops against the strength of her word as his face darkened. His devotion to his troops had earned their loyalty. He would die for them just as readily as they would die for him. If he said so they too would jump at her command.
She let go of his hair to wave her hand, “Jet, bring.”
Zuko looked up to see a tawny skinned warrior but fairer than those of the Water Tribes step forward. There was a blade of long wheat extended from his mouth and Zuko remembered how easily they’d crossed this far into the midlands. Most of the towns had been deserted and burned out. They’d faced some opposition which the clash of blades and rape of strategic women had ended. As the man, a prince if evidenced by configuration and design of his armor, bowed several others of his same coloration stepped forward. They held Zuko’s youngest soldiers at spearpoint.
Katara signaled for the man Jet to rise. She kissed his cheek then spoke to his soldiers “Stab.”
“No!! Wait!” Zuko screamed as the blades pushed forward.
Katara raised one hand and the spears paused mid-strike.
“So the dog can bark?” Katara commented lightly, “Tell me dog, do you submit?”
“Will my soldiers live?”
Katara’s foot swept outward kicking the hilt of the spear in her hand, flipping it so the blade swung down against his neck. Her troops responded to her movement and the weapons being held against his men tensed. Katara hissed dangerously, “Does a dog dare question my word?”
“No, no,” Zuko insisted quickly lowering his head to glance at her feet and noticing for the first time the blue ink adorning them. The blade against the back of his neck pressed downward and he crawled forward unbidden and licked the one closest to him.
Katara laughed and flipped the spear back to its original position, “So the dog acknowledges his position.”
Zuko grit his teeth and spoke through a clenched jaw, “Yes.”
Katara’s hand slid down the spear as she dropped to her haunches, once more bringing the hole he’d planned on taking in clear view of his face. “Tell me dog, do you submit?”
Zuko nodded, this time her voice was more impatient and held far less amusement.
“Bark!”
“Yes, yes I submit. I give you dominion over my lands and command of my army,” Zuko yelled loud enough for all of his troops to hear it.
The amusement returned to Katara’s voice, “Very well. Lick.”
Zuko’s neck snapped forward and he saw the twinkle of mirth along with bloodlust in her eye. She smirked as he thrust his head forward. He wasn’t sure if he imagined the hint of anticipation so he kept his eyes upwards as he curled his tongue forward and once again tasted her nethers.
The Water Tribe army eased the grips they had on their captives to allow them to stand and witness their leader’s submission. Jee closed his eyes and turned away in sadness but a stern word from Jun sobered him, “Watch.”
Jun pressed her neck against the halberd to scream, “Watch. Do not dare turn your back to our Prince now that he humbles himself to save us! We must continue to show our loyalty to him. Hold your heads high and be proud that we are able to call him our leader!”
The soldiers of Fire soon found themselves being shuffled as their captors parted to make way for the Queen Mother and other princess. Katara lowered her head in greeting. She once more placed her hand on the back of Zuko’s head to keep it in position as her mother and grandmother stepped onto the podium.
Katara’s hand gave way to two others and Zuko once more felt himself being yanked upwards before being tossed unceremoniously onto his back. He looked up to see a middle aged woman who strongly resembled Katara and a crone leaning against a battle axe. The younger of the newcomers drew a sword and commanded him to strip.
His eyes flew from her to Katara. She nodded in confirmation. The older woman who’d ordered him to disrobe laughed, “How quickly you’ve trained him this well.”
Zuko removed his outer clothing. A withering glance from the woman and swift swing of her sword cut away his loincloth. He scrambled backwards while attempting to cover himself earning a gale of laughter from the crowd. A blade thrown behind him quickly stopped his retreat.
“Come forward,” this time it was the older woman who spoke.
Zuko again looked to Katara for confirmation before rocking forward onto his hands. He’d begun crawling forward when a quick jerk of her head indicated he should stand. His legs wobbled after being in a kneeling position for so long. He fought to maintain his composure in front of the heavily armed women. He straightened his back and held his head high as they began to circle him. If he was to die here, it would be with dignity.
He jumped when a cold arthritic hand forced his lips apart and squealed when its counterpart reached between his legs to cup his balls. A second pair of hands belonging to the middle aged woman tugged his hair, looked inside his ears. His jaw was pulled down and two sets of blue eyes inspected his teeth, a hand pressed against his stomach, another pushed against his back, a head laid upon his chest, a fingers pressed against his wrist, a head pressed against his back. A booted foot kicked his feet apart; four hands squeezed his buttocks, fingers poked his thigh, prodded his calf, and squeezed his knuckles. A knee slammed into the sensitive junction behind his and he once again found himself on his back as the women turned their attention to his feet.
Katara watched it all trying to hold back her laughter as the prince endured her elders’ inspection. His legs dropped like lead signaling the end of the examination. She stepped forward and brazenly asked, “Well?”
The middle aged woman removed a bracelet from each arm and pressed one into Katara’s outstretched hand and the other into the old woman’s. “Yes he is a fine specimen and the men of Fire are pretty.”
“Yes, he is,” the old one nudged her boot against left side of his face and cackled, “It’s a good thing you marked him otherwise I might be tempted to contest your claim.”
“Gran-Gran!” Katara shrieked scandalized, “You managed to capture two. Why take my prize when you let your own get away?”
“Oh hush child, it’s not like you’ll make proper use of him,” the old lady chastised.
Katara’s eyes narrowed dangerously and the older one laughed, “Bout damn time.”
The middle aged woman looked from Katara to Zuko then to her elder, “Silence Kanna. I will not allow you to disrespect my daughter.”
The older woman rolled her eyes but quieted none the less. Kya bowed to Katara, “My queen, it will be as you wish.”
Zuko’s heart beat rapidly as he watched the older women defer to Katara. She had bowed to them earlier but now they also called her queen. His grandfather and uncle had told him that the Water Tribes practiced blood rites. They’d each been captured and barely escaped being eaten with their lives. Their words were easier to believe after witnessing Katara’s bloodthirst and being inspected like a bull on the way to the butcher. He pushed backwards onto his elbows as Katara strode forward. He reached the edge of the podium and was forced into a half sit. He felt around frantically until he found the knife that had been thrown at him earlier. He yanked it out of the wood and extended his arm shakily towards her.
She laughed.
Zuko realized the weakness of his threat - a knife would do him no good against a spear. He placed the blade against his neck, “I will die with my honor intact. I will not be cooked alive and eaten like some animal.”
A swift kick to his elbow sent the knife flying and Katara was once again standing over him. She dropped the spear and growled, “Do you submit?”
Zuko looked at the spear. It was in arm’s reach. She was standing but he was practically supine. Katara could easily step on it before he could use it to his advantage. He looked out at his fearful troops and at the amused Water Tribesmen once more. There was anger in Katara’s face.
“Do you submit?”
He removed the knife from his neck and extended it hilt first to her. “Yes I submit.”
“Prove it.”
Zuko swallowed what remained of his pride and pressed his face between her legs once more. Katara watched him curiously as his lips parted hers. He had submitted three times already but not once closed his eyes to hide from her. They remained open and she could see every bit of anger and disappointment he felt but what she did not see was shame. But then again she had not done anything to properly shame him.
“It is a poor dog who does not please its master. I had expected better from one who boasted to make me call his name. Such pitiful service, you do not deserve the title of dog at all,” Katara snorted pulling away in disgust confirming Zuko’s suspicion it was not him that pleasured her but the battle.
“You bitch!” Angered, Zuko grabbed her hips and pulled her back on top of him. She could threaten his life, threaten his troops, and strip away his pride but no one insulted his sexual prowess.
Determined to prove himself his tongue assaulted her entrance with a vengeance. It pressed deeply inside her slit, slithering left, right, back and forward; his eyes staring into hers attempting to gauge his performance. She seemed bored. He straightened his tongue and began thrusting back and forth. It earned him a slight amount of interest but not the reaction he was looking for. He pushed his tongue deeper inside her and curled it forward. She gasped and slight tremor went through her body – that was better.
Katara glanced down at the prince and he saw the challenge in her eyes. He continued moving his tongue like that then remembered this was not just some fearsome creature – this was a woman. Women licked to be kissed. He withdrew his tongue and Katara frowned. He smiled mischievously then pressed his lips forward. Long before he attained the title of warrior Prince Zuko had fully mastered the art of seduction.
He brushed his closed mouth against her folds gently at first as if stealing the lips of a shy virgin. He parted his lips slightly allowing them to linger against her flesh before withdrawing. He added tongue, tasting lightly, teasing, closing his mouth over her flesh and pulling slightly as his lips moved away. Katara’s gaze focused on him and this time there was no mistaking the hunger. His kisses grew deeper and gained insistence as her legs parted for him. He took advantage of the open cloak she wore and began moving his hands along her back and sides.
He felt his cock stiffen as it sunk into his brain she was brazen enough to parade around naked in front of both of their people. There was no longer any doubt in his mind that he had to have her. He would have her if it killed him. His reckless thoughts of rape diminished as he realized this beautiful thing riding his tongue had power – true power. Not even he was powerful enough to command his troops with a single motion, let alone while completely naked. His head fell backwards as he was awed by the epiphany. She had defeated him and his army while bound, unclothed and without a true weapon. His tongue to swiped upwards, exiting her body and trailing upwards and over a bit of flesh that reminded him of the head of his penis. If the way her breast jiggled and hips rocked forward were any indication he guessed it was just as sensitive. He explored it with the tip of his tongue and received a sharp intake of breath in confirmation. He flicked his tongue over it several more times and she whimpered. She tossed her head back and moaned when his lips closed over it.
Katara closed her eyes and writhed against his mouth as his lips closed over her pleasure button. He wasn’t the first to find it but none of other husbands and been so thorough. Her eyes popped open when his hand caressed her breast and rough fingers pinched her nipple. She looked down at him once more. The bastard was smirking. She could feel his self-satisfied hum against her clit and did nothing to stifle the cry that escaped from her throat when he began to suck it.
Not wanting to be undone she reached behind her. His body arched upward and she could feel the muscles of his stomach ripple as her hands moved down his body to grasp his penis. Her thumb circled the head of his cock and she could feel the wetness indicating how badly a man wanted a woman. He arched into her grip and moaned as her hand circled her flesh. She moved her hand slowly up and down testing his rigidness. He whimpered when she let go to get a better angle. Her fingers parted so that his length sat between her middle and ring finger while her palm pressed his dick against his stomach. She extended her arm, curling her fingers against his shaft then over his balls keeping her palm, then wrist in steady contact with the head as she stroked him.
Zuko closed his eyes and let his head fall away from her parts to rock his penis against her. He had been touched by many women; their hands were always soft no matter the level of experience or willingness. Katara’s hands showed her mastery of weapons. There were roughened calluses interspersed with softness and the way she moved them was sinful. She snatched it away in triumph when he muttered, “Sweet Agni, Katara.”
“I thought your name was the one to be called in the heat of passion?” Katara teased huskily. “Has the one who barked so loudly turned into a feist who tucks tail at a challenge?”
There was a spark of hatred in his eyes as he replied, “It is a poor master who would beg a dog’s affection.”
Katara picked up the discarded knife and brought the blade to his neck, “Tell me dog, are you one who would bite my hand?”
“Aye,” Zuko replied as he angled his head forward and closed his mouth around her hand. His teeth nibbled gently down the side of her palm, her wrist and up to her neck. He whispered in ear, “Will you bear me a strong son?”
“You have submitted yourself to me in front of our people; given me dominion over your troops and your lands but you dare ask me to bear you something so worthless as a son?” Katara scoffed.
“Aye, a son with your strength bravery and spirit,” Zuko replied in all seriousness. The need to conquer and destroy was rooted so deeply that it had infected his semen. His seed like his blade was potent and deadly. He’d fathered many children and got many a wench pregnant. All but one of his children had either died in the womb or shortly after leaving it. Most had also taken the life of their mothers; the one woman who survived his seed was ruined. She would never give life. His single surviving child was a blind pitiful daughter he kept hidden away in his parent’s castle.
Katara let her hand fall into his lap but kept her face close to his, “Boys are useless.”
She trailed her thumb over his penis and licked the shell of his burnt ear, “They think with their cocks and not their brains. You smelled pussy and ran headfirst into my trap. Only a fool would give a boy an empire. Daughters are superior. They can resist the lure of the flesh and have the intelligence necessary to turn a man’s lust against him.”
“Yes, but daughters must come from somewhere,” Zuko muttered. “You will need a man who can match your strength to father one for you.”
“Aye,” Katara whispered as she closed her teeth around his earlobe and once more circled her hand around his penis.
Zuko pulled back and looked at her, slowly understanding why she had not killed him. He whispered, “Your people have conquered the Eastern Earth.”
“And yours have conquered the west. With this battle I have claimed the entire Midlands and you as my subject,” Katara replied.
“But King Tyro and Lord Jet of Southern Earth and Warlord Gyatso of Southern Air,” Zuko argued as he remembered. She had commanded a man named Jet.
“Tyro is dead. His son Haru was my first conquest and is blood bound to Sister Yue. Jet fought almost as fiercely as you have but he too bows to lick my pussy. He is blood bound to Sister Suki. Southern Air has been ours since I suckled at my mother’s breast. Warlord Gyatso was old. His oldest son Tam was planning a coup. He intended to dishonor his step-mother and slay Aang to show Gyatso’s impotence. He sent Yangchen, his second wife, and their infant son, Aang, to our camp begging for assistance. My mother swore an oath of sisterhood to Yangchen and Tam’s head cemented Gyatso’s fealty. Aang and I are blooded siblings. The children who remained loyal to Gyatso are loved among my people,” Katara replied smugly.
“But how?” Zuko questioned dumbfounded.
Katara’s feral smile made Zuko feel like a trapped animal, “I knew you would attack from the North if you believed I did not already have the South. You have given me the Midlands. Yangchen married Gyatso to cement a treaty between Southern and Western Air. We share family and have superior forces Zuko. Warlord Pathik of the West was eager to ally us farther. He shares no blood with Gyatso or his deceased first wife or Iio the very beautiful daughter she bore. He, like you, was eager to push his dick into her. We used his lust to broker a treaty. Aunt Yangchen is in Western Air now tending to the birth of their second child. We’ve exchanged warriors to share the ways of our people.”
“So this was a just a ruse to defeat me?”
Katara nodded and pulled him into sitting position. Once he was upright she turned sideways called, “Haru, Jet, come meet your brother husband,”
Zuko recognized both men as ones he’d crossed swords with. They clapped him on the shoulder as if they were greeting a long lost friend. He watched dumbfounded as they both kneeled before Katara and gave her their tongues in order of marriage. After satisfying her, Haru took a seat at her right and Jet took his place at her left. They kissed her neck and caressed her breasts as she took their erections in hand and pumped until both men were writhing against her.
“I have given you the world,” Zuko uttered in despair as both men withdrew from her. Neither man, strong warriors and leaders of their own kingdoms seemed to mind sharing a woman nor cared that the other’s semen had spurted across Katara’s body and landed on them. Lu Ten was a strong warrior but had no taste for bloodshed. His father, uncle and grandfather had all suffered losses to the Water Tribe and thought him foolish to challenge them. She would trample them in warfare.
“Aye,” Katara replied placing her cum coated hands on his shoulders and lowering herself so that she straddled him. “Your bloodline is strong and the lands of your people are just as vast as my own. It is fitting for our daughter to rule over them.”
Zuko realized what she said when he felt her warm heat against his tip of his penis. She gasped and cried out as she sunk down to completely surround him.
A cheer went up among the people of the Water Tribe that their young queen had taken a proper husband but Zuko ignored to the din to glance state at her. He had spoiled enough innocents to know the feel of a maidenhead. She had just cavorted with two men but he’d felt the unmistakable breaking of a barrier. He tilted his head sideways, “You’re a virgin.”
“Until moment ago, yes,” Katara replied proudly.
“But how? You have husbands,” Zuko stammered.
“And you just watched me make love to them,” Katara moaned as she placed a hand on his cheeks and brought his face to her lips. Zuko’s arguments were ended as her mouth pressed against his and her tongue dipped inside his mouth. Katara pulled away slightly and confessed, “That was my first true kiss.”
Zuko’s mind went blank and he felt as if something very important was being taken from him as she once again lowered her mouth against his. Their bodies moved in tandem and he once again cried out her name before remembering she was supposed to be calling out his. He withheld his pleasure long enough to place his hand between them and use his thumb to circle her pleasure button until her body tightened around his. He vaguely heard his name as the world faded away and exploded.
The Southern Water Tribes cheers grew louder as Zuko and Katara slumped against each other. They dropped their weapons and pulled the members of the surviving Fire army into their arms then joyfully danced around with them.
Jee and Jun shared looks of confusion as they were spun between blue clad soldiers. Jun managed to grab onto arm and hold on long enough to ask, “What the hell just happened?”
The soldier lifted her into the air and twirled around while screaming, “We won!”
“You won? We knew that an hour ago. What the hell just happened now?” She demanded.
“No, we won,” Bato insisted while pointing at the podium. “We won.”
“We won?” Jun repeated skeptically until Bato shook her.
“Yes! We won!” Bato screamed crashing his lips into hers then lifting her and twirling her around once more.
This time when he lowered her she was able to see an equally bewildered Jee being tugged back and forth between two dancing Water Tribe women. Their injured troops were being treated by Water Tribe healers. The bodies of the dead were carefully being collected. She looked back at the stage; Prince Zuko was sitting happily beneath the Water Tribe woman. He’d obviously achieved his goal of fucking her but unlike the other times when he’d used his dick as an instrument of warfare he wasn’t pushing her away from him. One of his arms remained around her waist and the other was stroking her hair. He seemed content to hold onto her. If her head resting against his shoulder and her arm on his bicep was any indication she was equally happy to be there.
Jun was grateful for the gleeful warrior holding her against his chest. Her knees began to buckle as understanding seeped in. “We won” was not a one sided declaration of victory but statement of truth uniting their people. They had won. For better or worse the war between Fire and Water had ended.

Ages: Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Jet, Haru, and Yue are all 10 years older than they are in canon
Toph and Aang are 10 years old. Toph is Zuko's daughter. Aang is the child of Yangchen and Gyatso
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