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The Blind Brothel
By : moviefan
Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko
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Chapter List
- 1-The Blind Brothel
- 1
(A/N: Ok, here we go, long one. As some of you may know, I did a series of lemon writing challenges in preparation for a multi-chapter lemon story. Since that story was a Zutara story, I ended up thinking of several Zutara lemon stories that I mentally shelved for later back then. Well, I decided to take this one off the shelf. It was a rather... unique idea that came to me, so I decided to hold onto it until I could put it on paper. And, well, here it is. This one takes place in Book 2 when the GAang is in Ba Sing Se while Zuko and Iroh are hiding out there, but you'll get that info in the story itself. Like always, the characters are imagined to be of age in this. So now enjoy this rather unique helping of lemony goodness.)
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"THE BLIND BROTHEL"
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Katara grumbled as she and Toph walked through the streets of Ba Sing Se.
A smirk crept up the blind Earthbender’s face as she led the way, seemingly without a care in the world. “Trust me, you need it, Sugar Queen.”
“Just to be clear, I still haven’t agreed to go through with it.”
“But you will, and not only will you thank me for it afterwards, you’ll be a lot less stressed afterwards. Well, as long as you end up with someone who knows what they’re doing.”
Katara just groaned as she pulled her cloak around herself further, making sure as much of her was covered up as possible. She didn’t want anyone, not even complete strangers, to know that she was here. Even disguised as she and Toph were, it was downright humiliating to be here, for this was the red-light district of the great city. And true to its title, flames burned within red paper lamps outside of many of the brothels lining the street, indeed bathing it in a red light.
Of course, Sokka and Aang had absolutely no idea that the two of them were here. As far as they knew, she and Toph were having a girl’s night out, something neither of them had any intention of taking part in. And since they were still waiting for their meeting with the Earth King, they had time to kill.
“Are you sure you’re going the right way?” she asked, blushing as she looked at the different lines of people seeking to enter different brothels. While most of the people in the lines were men, she also saw some women too, but that didn’t make her feel any better.
Toph didn’t even slow down her pace. “I’m sure, Sugar Queen. I may be blind, but you should know that my feet ‘see’ everything. And the more vibrations there are, the more I can see. And trust me, there’s plenty of vibrations going on in these places for me to tell exactly where I’m going.”
Katara blushed further, knowing exactly what kind of vibrations Toph was talking about; she really hoped her friend was just being cheeky though. “And remind me of how you found this place again.”
Not showing the least bit of embarrassment as to where they were, she recounted how she had made her discovery. “Keeping up with a conversation to avoid feeling embarrassed? Fine with me. Ok, so I was just exploring the city the other day, and I came across this section of the city.”
Knowing that she was referring to the red-light district, Katara cut her eyes at her. “And the ‘vibrations’ didn’t tip you off as to where you were back then?”
Toph just waved this off. “Daytime hours, not as much business going on, so there were less vibrations happening. Anyway, I was walking along, and this guy walks up to me and says,” she lowered her voice to imitate a man’s, “‘excuse me, ma’am, are you looking for something in particular?’ To which I said that I was blind, so I wasn’t actually looking for anything. And that’s when he asked if I worked at The Blind Brothel. Naturally, I had no idea what that was and asked, so he pointed it out to me and explained what it was. And that’s when I realized that it was the perfect place for you, Sugar Queen.”
“Gee, thanks,” Katara grumbled. She was still trying to wrap her head around how she had gotten here. She supposed it went back to a conversation she and Toph had had two days ago.
Their group was feeling stressed. What with Appa having been stolen by Sandbenders, their meeting with the Earth King constantly being pushed back, Joo Dee restricting their movements and actions in the city, their lack of progress was getting to them. And as the self-designated “mother” of the group, Katara attempted to shoulder most of the burden, and as such was feeling especially stressed as she tried to keep everyone together and hopeful.
But stress would get to even the most patient of people eventually, and Katara had started to get snappy. Aang too was being moody a lot not having Appa around, and Sokka was… being Sokka. As such, they only served to make Katara even grumpier. As a result, Toph eventually made a casual comment.
“Sheesh, Sugar Queen you really need to get laid.”
This remark had come in response to Katara snapping at her brother for tearing a hole in his shirt and asking Katara to repair it while she had been in the middle of making dinner. As both Sokka and Aang had retreated from the room at her wrath, Toph had her comment in response to her snappiness.
Katara had been so shocked by what the Earthbender had said that her mouth had dropped open. “Excuse me!?”
“I said you need to get laid,” Toph had casually repeated. “You’re so moody, you need to work that stress out.”
The Waterbender had just stared. Toph was always blunt about things and had no problem saying exactly what was on her mind, but Katara was shocked to hear her just come right out and say something like… that. “I do not need to get laid.”
Blind as she was, Toph hadn’t even bothered to look at her and simply rolled her eyes. “I think you do. It’ll do wonders for your mood. Just go out tonight and find some cute guy to show you a good time. It shouldn’t be hard; it’s a big city, and you’re not exactly ugly.”
“Toph, I do not engage in… that!”
“What? You mean casual sex? Why not? A good sex life is healthy. Is it a Water Tribe custom thing? I think I remember hearing that you guys wait until you’re married. At least the girls do.”
“It’s a virtue custom!” Katara had practically shouted. “We value ourselves more than to engage in shameful behavior like sleeping around.”
She’d planned to end the conversation there, but then Toph had gone and asked the dreaded question. “So does that mean that you’re still a virgin?”
Katara had been in the process of walking out of the room, but Toph’s question had caught her so off guard that she had tripped over her own feet. Once she had regained her balance though, she gave the Earthbender a look of disbelief. “Excuse me!?”
“I asked if you were still a virgin.”
“Toph, how could you just ask me that!?”
She had just shrugged. “It’s a simple yes or no question, Sugar Queen. Have you bumped uglies with someone or not?”
“I… That… I am not answering that! It’s none of your business!”
That had been a mistake to say, but what else could she do? If she lied, Toph would know; her Earthbending was so great it would allow her to pick up the vibrations coming from her heartbeat to detect the subtle change in it and allow her to know whether she was lying or not, so instead she had dodged the question. But then, the response she had given was telling in its own right, and Toph’s eyes had widened in delight.
“Ooh,” she’d said with a big smile. “Does that mean you have?”
“I did not say that!”
“Then answer the question. Have you ever banged anyone? Yes or no? If you don’t answer, I’ll just assume that the answer is yes. If you Water Tribe are so about chastity, then you would have no problem just saying you’re a virgin, unless you’re not.”
Still being unable to lie without her knowing, Katara had opted to just bring the conversation to an end. “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer. In fact, I’m not talking about this with you at all.”
She’d once again made to leave the room, but much to her dismay, Toph had just followed her. “You have, haven’t you!? That’s why you can’t just say no, because my feet would know that you’re lying!”
“Shut up, Toph!” Katara had practically shouted, praying Sokka and Aang couldn’t hear them from wherever they had snuck off to.
“Oh man, this is juicy. Who was it? Was it that Haru guy I heard about? Come on, give me details!”
“I said shut up, Toph!”
But then Toph pulled out her trump card. “You know, I could always ask Snoozles and Twinkle-Toes. Even if they don’t know who it is, they might be able to guess.”
Katara had stopped and turned to her in horror. “Don’t you dare!”
“Then tell me! Come on, I’m dying here! Who was it that made you break your stubborn Water Tribe ways? It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone.”
Katara blushed, glad that Toph at least couldn’t see that as she thought back to her first time. It had been with Jet. Her stupid first love. She’d let her feeling for the Freedom Fighter leader get to her and allowed him to seduce her while they had been staying with him. He’d probably been using her then just as he did later, and she’d regretted it immensely after learning about his true nature.
“It was a stupid mistake,” she’d relented to the Earthbender, hugging herself and looking away. “One I wish I hadn’t made.”
And ordinarily, she wouldn’t have made such a mistake. But she had been young and experiencing her first crush. They were at war and times were tough; they could even die the very next day. Emotions were running high and, well, Katara had just allowed it to happen. It had been an enjoyable experience, she could admit that, but after she had learned his true colors, she had deeply regretted giving him her virginity.
Toph must have picked up on how much she had regretted her first time, and had opted to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Well, if you’ve had your first time already, then damage done. So why not have a little harmless fun with some hot guy?”
Katara had just sighed. “That may be fine for you, Toph, but I can’t just sleep with some random guy. It’ll be far too awkward; I won’t even be able to enjoy it. Even if I never see him again, I…” She’d shaken her head then. “No, I’m not one for casual sex.”
Toph seemed to have conceded after that, holding up her hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, suit yourself. But at least think about reconsidering. A good rutting will do wonders for your grouchy mood. It’s, like, the ultimate stress reliever.”
“Toph…” she’d growled in warning.
“Fine, your loss.”
She’d let the matter drop after that. At least, she had until she had discovered The Blind Brothel two days later. She’d then brought it to Katara’s attention, seemingly making it her life’s mission to get her laid.
“It’s, like the perfect place for you,” the Earthbender had argued after Katara had immediately shot down the idea. “You won’t need to worry about any of the awkwardness before, during, or afterwards, and then you just go about your life as if it never happened, and if you disguise yourself going in, no one will have even known you were there.”
Not the least bit convinced, Katara had crossed her arms and fixed her with a glare. “And how does that work exactly?”
“Because of the rules. It’s a very unique brothel. You go in blindfolded and are not allowed to remove it the entire time you’re there. No one knows who their partner is, so there’s no judgment or compromising of identities. It’s just you and some random person you never know the identity of.”
Unable to wrap her mind around that concept, Katara had just raised an eyebrow at her. “Ok, first of all, why would anyone want to just have sex with a random stranger like that? Especially if you can’t even see who they are. You won’t even know what they look like.”
“Oh no, how tragic,” Toph had replied sarcastically before waving her hand in front of her own face. “But that’s the beauty of it. Since you can’t see who they are, you can imagine whoever you want. Imagine your perfect fantasy guy. I mean, I guess if they had a certain body type that it would break your fantasy, but generally, it can be whoever you picture in your head.” She had then given Katara a knowing look. “And just so you know, there are some people who really get off to not knowing who they’re banging. Seriously, there’s a fetish for everything.”
Katara had just rolled her eyes. “Secondly, I’m not exactly into the idea of hooking up with someone who makes a living sleeping with everyone who comes into their place of work. Do you know how dirty that is?”
But Toph’s smile had just widened. “Ah, but that’s the unique thing about this place. They have an optional non-worker selection. So you can either get paired up with a worker there, either randomly without seeing them or you can choose them, but they never see you, or they have a fellow customer option.”
Katara had absolutely no idea what that meant. “And what’s that exactly?”
“Well, from the way it was described to me, the men enter at the front side of the place, the women in the back. If you choose the fellow customer option, you pick if you want to be paired up with a boy or a girl; there’s no judgement. Then you and another random customer who made the same selection of a compatible gender are blindfolded and put in a dark room for a pre-paid amount of time. You do your business with them, and then you leave without ever knowing who it was.” She’d then given Katara her biggest smile yet. “You get your rocks off and no one even knows who the other was, so you could end up walking right by each other on the street and be none the wiser. That’s why it’s perfect for someone like you.”
Katara had just stared at her in utter disbelief. “That is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard. What in La’s name makes you think I would ever agree to something like this?”
Toph had just pointed at her. “Because you need it, Sugar Queen? Relieve some of that stress you’ve got, for all our sakes.”
Letting out a deep breath, Katara had fixed her with a glare. “Toph Bei Fong, listen to me and listen well, because I’m only going to say this once. I am not ever, ever, ever going to do anything like what you just suggested.”
And yet she still found herself making her way down the red-light district to the brothel in question. She still stood by what she had said though, she had no intention of going through with this crazy idea of Toph’s. Yet the Earthbender had been persistent, not only going on about how it was good to have a healthy sex life and the benefits that came with it, but also pointing out how much better off Katara would be once she had some “good lovin’”, her words, claiming that she would feel less stressed and be less moody, and so would be more patient and have a clearer head, which would only benefit the group as a whole and increase their moral.
Katara had eventually relented, but she had made it very clear that she was only going there to see what the place was like, and solely to get Toph to shut up about it. She had no intention of actually becoming a customer or sleeping with anyone, not someone who worked there or another customer. Toph had taken it as a win, and so had led the way while informing Sokka and Aang not to expect them for the next few hours.
“There it is!” Toph declared, pointing at a specific brothel with a fence around it. “We’ll have to circle around to the back; the front is the guys’ entrance. It’s so those who take the fellow customer option don’t see who their potential partner might be.” She lowered her voice. “I hear that since the customers and whoever they hook up with remain anonymous that some people actually come here to cheat.”
“That’s horrible,” Katara remarked in disapproval.
“More like scandalous,” the Earthbender said with a grin. “Good thing you’re single, huh?”
Katara just pulled her head covering tighter around herself, even though everything but the area around her eyes were covered up. “I meant what I said, Toph, I’m not actually going to go through with this.”
“Sure, sure, Sugar Queen,” Toph said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “We’ll see how you feel once you’re inside. Don’t worry, it’s the place’s policy that a customer is allowed to bail at any time. Right now, I’m just trying to get your foot in the door. Now come on, let’s find the lady’s entrance.”
She headed off, circling around to the other side of the brothel. Katara blushed beneath her head covering and followed after her, still unable to believe any of this was happening.

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“Uncle, will you just tell me where we’re going,” Zuko grumbled as he let his uncle lead him along.
Iroh just grinned broadly. “But that would ruin the surprise.”
A low growl escaped Zuko. “You know I don’t like surprises.”
And yet he had still allowed his uncle to blindfold him and lead him through the city to an unknown destination. He was certain people were probably staring at them and voiced his complaint, but Iroh had told him not to worry what others thought so much and had continued to lead him along.
“You’ll like this one,” the former Dragon of the West insisted. “If you give it a chance.”
Behind his blindfold, Zuko scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, my nephew, that you should not knock something before you try it, I believe the saying goes, or pass up on a good thing when it’s presented to you, especially if it’s solely out of stubbornness.”
“That depends on what it is. Now, enough of these games, I’m taking this off.”
He reached up to remove the blindfold, only to have his uncle grab his arm. “Wait, Lee, just a few more minutes.”
Sighing at the use of his alias, Zuko relented and crossed his arms in front of him. It turned out to be longer than a few minutes before his uncle announced that they had reached their destination. He still wouldn’t allow Zuko to remove the blindfold though, not until they were inside.
“Welcome, sirs,” a male voice Zuko didn’t recognize greeted them. “How might we serve you?”
Serve them? Without waiting for permission, Zuko reached up and removed his blindfold. He took a look around and his eyes widened at what he saw. It didn’t take much for him to figure out where they were.
“A brothel!?” he exclaimed, rounding on his uncle. “You brought us to a brothel!?”
“A very special brothel,” the man behind the counter replied. “We offer a unique experience here that no other brothel in Ba Sing Se has!”
Iroh gave his nephew a smile. “I thought it would be a good way for you to relax and enjoy yourself. You are a healthy young man after all.”
Feeling heat fill his face, Zuko grabbed his uncle’s sleeve and pulled him off to the side. Lowering his voice to a whispered growl, he demanded, “What in Agni’s name made you bring us here?”
Not looking the least bit bothered, Iroh maintained that infuriating good-natured smile of his. “I just told you. You’ve been working so hard, I thought you should have a bit of fun. And since things between you and that lovely young lady you went out with did not work out, I thought this would be a suitable alternative.”
Zuko’s mind briefly went to his date with Jin, but he quickly pushed it aside. “It didn’t work out because I chose not to take things further. Us staying in Ba Sing Se is meant to be temporary, remember? I didn’t want to begin a relationship with someone I would ultimately have to break up with later.”
“I don’t see why you think your relationship coming to and end was inevitable,” Iroh said simply, and Zuko got the feeling that the old man was humoring him. “She may have accepted you for who you truly were and decided to go along with you. But even if things ending was inevitable, not all romantic relationships need to end in a wedding and children. Have you never heard of a summer romance or a one-night stand? There is nothing wrong with enjoying something for as long as it lasts, even if you know it has an expiration date.” He then motioned around them to the brothel. “This place offers such an experience. You can enjoy one of the greatest pleasures life had to offer while it lasts with no strings attached.”
Zuko’s fists clenched in frustration. “Uncle, we are Fire Nation royalty. We should not have to lower ourselves to going to brothels.”
Iroh simply cocked his head to the side. “Your father and I frequented our nation’s brothels prior to our weddings.”
Zuko closed his eyes, really wishing his uncle hadn’t told him that. “I did not need to know that.”
Iroh just chuckled. “Lee, these people willingly offer a service here. There is nothing wrong with taking them up on what they offer.”
Zuko raised an eyebrow. “Is it willingly though? Because I doubt many girls would want to sleep with…” his hand reflexively came up to touch his scar, “with someone like me.”
The smile finally left his uncle’s face, and he reached out and placed his hands on Zuko’s shoulders, giving him a serious look. “Prince Zuko,” he said, using his real name and title, “do not be ashamed of your scar. It adds character to your face, and those who know the story behind it should see it as a mark of bravery and compassion, no matter what my brother claims it represents.” He then gave him a playful look. “I also happen to know that some ladies find scars to be rather attractive.”
Zuko didn’t want to discuss his scar and so quickly changed the subject. “Regardless, I’m not exactly fond of the idea of sleeping with a sex worker. Royal concubines are one thing, but these people will sleep with anyone who pays them. Who knows what kinds of diseases they may have. I don’t feel like catching anything nasty.”
Iroh’s smile returned in full force. “Not to worry, my dear nephew, I thought of that as well. This place is known as The Blind Brothel. It specializes in keeping the identity of your partner a mystery. As such, they offer a unique service.”
He then explained the process of how Zuko had the option of sleeping with someone who worked here or with another customer, and how both their identities would remain a mystery to each other. Zuko listened, utterly bamboozled, at how this particular brothel ran its business.
“What kind of hair-brained fool thought of that?” he demanded.
Iron motioned to their surroundings. “Apparently, a rather successful one. It seems that there are quite a few people who find the thought of their partner being a mystery and themselves remaining a mystery to their partner to be rather thrilling. But the point is, here you can enjoy the company of another willing individual and not worry about appearances, quite literally, and they need not be someone who works here.”
“Uncle…” Zuko growled.
“Just give it a try,” Iroh encouraged. “The worst-case scenario is that you greatly enjoy the pleasure of a woman’s touch. And you need not take it that far if you choose not to.” He looked around Zuko and spoke to the man behind the counter. “If we choose the fellow customer option, either party may choose to back out whenever they wish, correct?”
The man nodded. “Indeed. We act strictly on a consensual policy here. But beware that if you choose the fellow customer option and your partner gets cold feet and decides to leave, a refund will not be provided to you. The same holds true if you are not happy with your partner or their performance.”
Iroh nodded, satisfied and looked back at Zuko. “There, you see. There should be no problem. Just relax and have a bit of fun. What could it hurt?”
Zuko continued to stare at his uncle for nearly a full minute before sighing deeply and turning back to the counter. The man behind it simply smiled back at him.
“Our upfront payment time is up to two hours,” he told them. Reaching up, he motioned to different numbered shelves that had strings tied to poles tied to them with the other ends running into the walls. “A bell to your room will be rung when your time is up. If you choose to stay any longer beyond your initial time, you will receive additional charges for every hour after you’ve finished. Now, would you like the employee partner option or the fellow customer one?”

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Katara couldn’t believe she was here. How did this even happen? She was still trying to wrap her head around it. It had all happened so fast. Once they were inside, Toph had pretty much coerced her into becoming a customer. Scratch that, more like bullied. Before she had even known what was going on, Toph had selected and paid for her to have the two-hour fellow customer partner option.
Katara had been so shocked by all this that by the time she had snapped out of her stupor, the Earthbender had already handed over their nonrefundable money that their group didn’t even have that much of, and then practically shoved her though the door, ignoring her protests the whole way.
“I already handed over the money, Sugar Queen,” Toph told her with a huge smile. “And it’s nonrefundable too, so don’t you dare let it go to waste. Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but at least check it out; you might change your mind.”
Which was how Katara now found herself where she was. Bad enough that Toph had used their limited funds on something outrageous like this, Katara wasn’t about to let it go to waste. Not that she planned on sleeping with anyone, because she wasn’t, but… just in case. Although, with the luck they’ve had since coming to Ba Sing Se, she’d probably end up with some fat, hairy, old man who didn’t bathe regularly.
If he wasn’t though, then who knew, maybe she just might change her mind. Admittedly, her experience with Jet had been rather pleasant, even if he had turned out not to be the kind of person she thought he was. And as Toph had pointed out, her maidenhead was already gone; whoever became her husband in the future would just have to be ok with the fact that she wasn’t a virgin.
After Toph had ushered her through the door to the back, Katara had been led by an employee deeper into the brothel and into a private changing room. Here she had been told that she could prepare herself and store her clothes, and she was given a robe to put on.
“And don’t forget your blindfold,” the attendant told her. “If you remove it in the presence of your partner, you will be fined and banned; it’s our policy. When you are ready, please proceed to the next room where your partner will either be waiting for you or will join you shortly.”
She had been left alone after that. And so, with a racing heart, she had stripped out of her clothes and placed them in the storage area, reminding herself that she wasn’t actually going to go through with this. She had been reassured that she could back out at any time, and so would only allow this to go as far as she felt comfortable.
Making sure her mother’s necklace was safely tucked away with the rest of her clothes, she slipped on the silk robe. Then she picked up the blindfold, blinking at it. “Blindfold” was a bit of an understatement, as it was more along the lines of a face-mask. It was made of a net-like material, reminding her of the eye-coverings that ostrich-horses sometimes wore to keep flies out of their eyes.
With a deep sigh, she put on the blindfold, slipping the loops over her ears to secure it. It practically covered her face from her nose to her forehead. She blinked behind it, trying to see through. She could see a little bit, but everything was black, and she could just barely make out the blurry outline of objects; there was no way she would be able to see the facial features of another person, even if they were right in front of her. And that was in this fully lit room; the one she and her partner were assigned to was supposedly pitch black.
Slipping the blindfold off, she glanced at the door leading to the room in question. Nervousness twisted in her stomach as she slowly made her way towards it, and upon opening it, she saw a small space with a curtain a few feet away. She took a step towards it, wondering if her partner was already inside.
She once again reminded herself that she could back out whenever she wanted before briefly worrying that if she tried to call it quits that her partner might try and force himself on her. She shook her head at the worry, as she had been assured that everything here was completely consensual, and if anyone tried to force themselves on anyone that there was security who would take care of things. And she could also take care of herself, as she had opted to bring her waterskin in with her.
“Hello,” she called out. “Is anyone in there?”
She didn’t receive a response, and so took that to mean that she had arrived first. She checked just to be sure, pushing the curtain aside. The light from the changing room filled this one enough to let her see within. It was a reasonably sized room with a large bed in the middle. She could tell that without the light from the changing room that it would indeed be completely dark inside, with the only other light coming from the curtain she held open and a single candle beside both her entrance and the entrance her partner was meant to come through; presumably so they could find their way back through in the dark once inside. Yes, once she had her blindfold on, she wouldn’t be able to see a single thing inside.
Remembering the rule about keeping her blindfold on in the presence of her partner, she closed the door behind her, cutting off the light from the changing room, and put the blindfold on. She then felt her way through the curtain and over to the bed. Setting down her waterskin, she sat down on the bed and attempted to look around the room, but could indeed only see blackness, save for the small blurry speck of light coming from the candles at the two entrances to the room. Now all she had to do was sit here and wait for her partner to arrive.
What the hell was she doing? Why was she here? What in La’s name was she thinking? Damn Toph for pushing her into this. It was shameful, dishonorable, degrading. Did it really matter if she didn’t plan to go through with it? If she didn’t, then why even be here at all? All she was going to do was disappoint whoever she was partnered up with.
She took a deep breath to calm herself. In her nervousness, she found herself fiddling with her braid, repeatedly running her hands down its length. She paused in that action, hesitated for a few moments, and then began to unravel it. It wasn’t in preparation for what was to come though. No, she simply wanted to hide any and all noticeable characteristics of herself, and her signature braid was one of them. If she crossed paths with her whoever she was partnered up with, she didn’t even want him associating a braid with the girl he had ended up with.
Combing out her now free flowing hair behind her, she went back to waiting. Her nervousness was still apparent though, as she immediately began twisting the material of her robe in her hands. She almost wished her partner would just come in already so she could get this over with. Not that she planned on doing anything with him of course.
Still, even though she would never have any way of knowing the identity of her partner, she couldn’t help but wonder who it would be.

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This was ridiculous, Zuko told himself. Completely and utterly ridiculous. He didn’t know who was crazier, the pervert who came up with this place, his uncle for bringing him here, or him for going along with this. A scowl crossed his face as he held up the so-called blindfold he was meant to wear under penalty of a fine and a banning if he removed it in his partner’s presence.
Him, it was definitely him who was craziest. What was he thinking going along with this? What kind of person didn’t even want to know who they were having sex with? True, looks weren’t everything, but it felt like you should at least know what the person looked like.
“I must be out of my mind,” he grumbled as he put on his blindfold.
He had already removed his clothes and was wearing the robe they had provided. Other than that, the only other thing he wore was the blindfold. Well, more like face-mask, he couldn’t help thinking. At least it served to completely cover his scar. Even if his partner wouldn’t be able to see him, it would have been awkward if she touched his face and was startled by the unexpected texture of it. So thank Agni for small favors.
Lifting the blindfold slightly to see where he was going, he headed over to the door. Slipping inside, he saw the curtain just past the door, and he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He pulled the blindfold back down over his eyes and reached out, feeling for the curtain. When his hand grazed over it, he moved forward, pushing past it, and entered the room beyond where his partner waited.
The Blind Brothel was indeed appropriately named, for he couldn’t see a thing. There was definitely someone waiting for him in the room though. Not only could he sense their presence, but he heard an intake of air as he entered. He was still completely blind though, and so he slowly shuffled forward, his hand extended to feel for anything in his path.
His knee bumped into something soft but solid, and he reached down, feeling what felt like a mattress; a circular one based on the curve of its side. He could hear a nervous breathing a few feet away and surmised that his partner must be sitting on the other side of the bed. He sat down as well and then slid along the outside of the bed, scooting closer and closer to his partner.
She didn’t speak or move from her spot, but he heard her breathing grow heavier as he got closer. Whoever this was, she was very nervous. A first-timer here? Perhaps. She was here of her own free will though, so that meant that she wanted this, didn’t she? He supposed she could still be nervous though. Hell, he was somewhat nervous; this Blind Brothel thing was a new experience for him. So he continued to go slow so as not to spook her.
As he made his way around the bed, his leg eventually bumped hers, and she jumped and let out a small squeak. He put a bit of space between them, not wanting to intimidate her more than he very obviously was. She didn’t move away from him though, and so the two of them silently sat there next to each other in the dark, both apparently lost as to what they should do next.

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Katara’s heart was beating so fast she was sure he must hear it. It had already been racing as she sat here alone, but when she had heard him enter, it had gone into overtime. It had only seemed to go faster still as she felt the mattress dip down and him move closer to her.
When their legs touched, she’d practically jumped out of her skin. At least she had kept herself from bolting; partly though because she couldn’t see anything. The only things she could make out behind her blindfold in the dark room were still only the small flicker of blurry lights from the candles.
As for her partner, he had shifted away from her after they had bumped legs. A part of her had half expected for him to immediately start pawing at her; after all, they were both here for a specific purpose as far as he was aware. It seemed he had picked up on her nervousness though, and was now respectfully not touching her. At least he was an honorable person in that regard. She had been fully prepared to summon the water in her waterskin at the side of the bed if she needed to.
“Hey,” he said in a quiet voice.
Katara jumped again at the sound of his voice. He didn’t sound like some lustful beast, but like a young man who had his own uncertainties about the situation. “H-Hi.”
She hated how nervous and squeaky her voice sounded. That wasn’t the type of impression she had wanted to make. But then, what kind of impression was she making being here in the first place? Spirits, she was even more nervous than she had been during her first time with Jet; at least that had progressed naturally.
“I guess we were paired up,” he said, speaking in a hushed voice.
Katara blushed and then nodded before remembering that he couldn’t see her. How did she forget that when she couldn’t see anything either? “I… guess so…” she awkwardly replied, also speaking in a whisper.
Honestly, she didn’t know why they were whispering. Well, she supposed she was because he was, that and because of her nervousness. Perhaps he was whispering because it was completely dark, making speaking in a whisper feel more natural. At least it would prevent them from recognizing each other’s voices on the off chance they encountered each other outside of this place. And yes, she was aware of how paranoid that sounded.
“I don’t…” she began, still whispering, “I don’t do this kind of thing usually.”
After a few moments of silence, he responded, also continuing to whisper. “This isn’t exactly something I do either. It’s actually my first time coming to a place like this.”
For some strange reason though, even though he was speaking in a hushed voice, she thought he sounded somewhat familiar. But no, it had to be her imagination; she was just being paranoid. After all, pretty much all whispered voices sounded the same.
“Same,” she replied, and figured that they were just going to keep whispering to each other. “To be honest, a friend of mine sort of pushed me into doing this. She said it would be good for me.”
A sigh escaped her partner. “Yeah, I’m sort of in the same boat there. Ironic, isn’t it?”
“Very.”
They fell silent after that, neither seeming to know what to do or say next. Strangely, Katara felt less nervous. Maybe because he was in the same situation as her. Would that mean he wouldn’t be too disappointed when she backed out of this?
“So,” he said, continuing to whisper, “what do you want to do?”
Katara’s stomach knotted up at the question. Should she tell him now that she didn’t plan on doing anything? Would that come across as inconsiderate since he had come here with expectations, or would he not mind since he had apparently been coerced into coming here too?
“I don’t…” she muttered, feeling herself blush again, “I’m not really sure how far I want to take this.”
He didn’t respond to that, and now Katara felt sorry. Even if someone had pushed him into coming here, it had to be disappointing to know that he wouldn’t be getting anything out of it. After all, he did pay to come in here. But then, she had been warned that if they chose the fellow customer option and their partner chose to back out that they would not get a refund, so he knew the risk of choosing this option.
“I see,” he said at last, and he didn’t sound disappointed.
“Sorry,” she replied.
She felt movement on the bed next to her and assumed he had shaken his head. “Don’t be. I would never do something like force myself onto an unwilling woman.”
“Well, then you’re more honorable than some other men.”
When he spoke next, she heard some uncertainty in his voice for some reason. “I… like to think so. But I meant what I said; I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
She had gathered that much on her own, but to hear him voice it was even more reassuring. “I appreciate that. Thank you for being so understanding. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do anything at all coming in here, but my friend convinced me to at least try and stop when I didn’t want to do anymore.”
More silence from him, and she got the feeling that he was considering her words. Had she just given him hope that something might happen between them? How stupid could she be? She should have just told him that nothing would happen, period.
“I see,” he said again. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “But does that mean you’re at least open to trying something?”
That had been what she was afraid he would conclude, and her first immediate instinct was to say no, but then she gave herself pause. If anything at all was completely off the table, then why had she allowed Toph to push her into this in the first place and waste their money? Why hadn’t she bailed already? Hadn’t she decided to at least see how far she was willing to go once she was in the situation, even if she didn’t plan on doing anything at all? Even if that was solely so the money Toph had recklessly spent on this stupid thing didn’t go completely to waste. Maybe up to a kiss, maybe.
“I… I guess…” she said bashfully, feeling her face heat up.
A few more agonizing seconds of silence passed before he spoke again. “Then… may I touch you?”
Katara’s mouth went dry. He was asking for permission to touch her. Jet hadn’t asked, he had just demanded. Well, no, not entirely. He had successfully read her desires and kissed her. The kiss had been mutual, and things had progressed from there, leading to a heated make out session, during which his hands had gone on the move, feeling her curves, slipping under her clothes and touching her all over.
She had been nervous then too, but Jet had overwhelmed her nervousness with passion. It had felt good and she had wanted more, so she had given in, giving him whatever he wanted, letting her instincts and feelings guide her. He certainly hadn’t asked though, and so she had simply pushed her nervousness aside and given in to whatever he was doing, enjoying being taken for the ride.
This man, whoever he was, she felt that he was capable of being just as demanding as Jet had been, but unlike Jet, he was also being far more considerate of her and her feelings. He knew she was nervous and unsure, and so he was trying to be respectful of her and her uncertainty, to see how far she wanted to take this rather than push her into something she might not want or could regret later.
“I-I… I suppose that will be ok,” she told him uncertainly.
She’d given him the go-ahead. Just something small to test the waters, to see what he would do. Would he instantly go for her chest or between her legs? She didn’t think so, but she still needed to be sure.
She waited, and ever so slightly, she felt his finger brush against hers. She jerked slightly, but kept her hand still. He simply maintained the minor contact for a few moments before sliding his fingers up over the back of her hand. He then moved to cover her whole hand with his and began lightly rubbing his thumb on top of hers.
“Is this ok?” he asked carefully.
She nodded before remembering he couldn’t see her. “Yes, that’s ok.”
At her consent, he continued to stroke her thumb with his. Then his fingers began to rub the back of her hand. Ever so slowly, he began to rub higher and higher going up her wrist and to her arm, lightly grazing his nails across her skin, but not moving beneath her sleeve. He was giving her plenty of time to object to his progress if she chose to. She didn’t.
“Still ok?” he asked.
She was still feeling nervous, but she wasn’t feeling uncomfortable, and his touch was soothing. “It’s ok,” she replied, and realized that they were both still whispering.
He continued rubbing her arm, his hand slowly making its way further up her arm. Her robe prevented direct skin contact, but she felt the back of her hand tingling where he had touched her earlier. Eventually though, his hand made its way up to her shoulder, pausing there as his thumb moved in small circular motions. It could almost pass for a mild shoulder massage.
When his hand went on the move again, Katara had a sneaking suspicion of where he intended for it to go, and she prepared to tell him to stop. Jet had been the same way, his hand suddenly moving to grope her as they had made out. But then, to her surprise, he didn’t go for her chest or even attempt to slide off her robe. Rather, his hand gently moved upward, sliding up her neck to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch as that same thumb of his now stroked her cheek.
She felt the bed shift slightly as he moved closer to her. She still couldn’t see him, but she could now feel his warm breath tickling her cheek. His stroking thumb gently moved down to her chin, then up to her lips, lightly running over them, and Katara’s mouth instinctually parted slightly.
“Would it be alright if I kissed you?” he asked, revealing his face to be even closer than she had initially thought.
His question had Katara’s heart leaping into her chest and she swallowed. He was asking for permission to kiss her? He really was being considerate of her feelings. But should she let him? Was a kiss going too far? It was definitely the farthest she was willing to let this go. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t kissed anyone before, so it wasn’t like she was giving up her first kiss. Would it really be so bad to let him kiss her?
He waited patiently for her to respond, and Katara felt her lips tingle in anticipation. “I… Yes…” she breathed.
Despite being granted permission, he was patient, not immediately slamming his lips over hers and taking what he wanted, even after she had given him consent. She felt him move closer and her lips practically began trembling. And when she felt his lips, they didn’t touch her own, but rather, they lightly pressed against her cheek. She briefly wondered if he had missed due to not being able to see, but then she felt them again, just the smallest bit closer to her lips, and then again, closer still, and she realized that he wasn’t missing due to not being able to see, he was going slowly to give her time to pull away if she chose to.
Once again, she didn’t, and by the fifth kiss, her lips were pressing against the side of her mouth. The next one, she realized, would be a real kiss directly on her lips, and her heart raced in anticipation. She felt him lean in again, feeling his breath tickle her lips, and he briefly paused. Katara’s lips parted slightly and a small breath escaped her, now eager to accept his kiss. His lips then just barely grazed hers, but didn’t quite touch them, and she now found herself puckering her lips slightly in response.
Finally, he sealed their mouths together in a real kiss. Katara felt electricity and heat shoot through her at the simple contact, making her toes curl and hands clench. She quickly found herself kissing him back, even leaning into him a bit when he began to pull away. The kiss had only lasted about ten or fifteen seconds, and when it broke, he still kept his lips in contact with hers. And a few seconds later, he kissed her again, pressing his lips to hers a little harder.
Katara kissed him back, feeling her stomach begin to knot up, but in a pleasant way. There was definitely a spark between them, and she found that strange considering she had no idea who he was or what he looked like. Still, they continued to kiss, this one lasting twice as long as the other one and feeling more sure and confident.
They were slower to break apart this time, but when they did, Katara felt as if he had taken her breath with him, and she sucked in a gulp of air through her mouth. Her lips tingled, and she subconsciously licked them slightly. His face remained right in front of hers, and he once again caressed her cheek with his thumb.
“You taste like a refreshing, cool spring rain,” he said in a voice that sounded just as breathless as she felt.
Funny that, because she had been thinking that he tasted of sunshine. Ironic considering the lack of light they had. She didn’t voice her thoughts though, feeling too speechless for words after that kiss. Her lips craved a second taste though, and she found herself leaning in slightly for more. He picked up on her movement and moved forward as well, and their lips met once more, once again stealing her breath away.

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Zuko had kissed girls before, but he could tell right away that there was something special about this one. Even though he couldn’t see her, he could feel that they shared a deep and unique chemistry. It was as if their bodies and spirits had picked up on what their eyes could not and were now pulling them towards each other. Maybe there was something to this Blind Brothel’s theme after all.
She was still nervous though, he sensed that, even as she kissed him back, and so he made sure to be careful and put her at ease. Fire Nation men respected their women, they were considered equal to men in their society, their wants and needs just as important. She had said that she didn’t know how far she wanted to take this, and he respected that, and so made sure she felt as comfortable as possible and knew that she could put a stop to this at any time. If things progressed to eventually reach actual intimacy, that would indeed be pleasant, but he wouldn’t push her into anything she didn’t want.
Her kiss though, wow, he had never known a simple kiss could make him feel like this. And it wasn’t even a deep kiss, just the mere pressing together of lips. Even so, it set his body ablaze.
They eventually pulled apart, and this time Zuko put more distance between their faces. He couldn’t see an inch in front of his nose, but he could feel and hear her heavy breathing and knew she was just as affected by the kiss as he was.
“More?” he asked, hoping she would say yes.
Still cupping her face, he felt her nod. “More,” she whispered breathlessly.
They came together and their lips met again, more aggressively this time. Not just the mere pressing of lips though, but their lips began moving against each other. She had some experience, he could tell that much, but not too much. Regardless, her kisses only served to set the fire in his stomach burning all the more.
As their lips continued to move together, he began to coax hers open. She slowly complied, and their interactions evolved into open mouth kisses. She was feeling more comfortable and confident now, and he grew bolder, wanting to see if she would allow things to go even further. And so he allowed his tongue to slip over her lips and then just past them, grazing the inside of her mouth, lightly brushing against her tongue.
She gasped at the contact and pulled back. His hand that had once been cupping her cheek now hung in the air, and he closed it into a fist and let it drop. “Sorry, was that too much?”
He felt her fidget a little, but she didn’t move away from him. “No… I just… didn’t expect it.”
“Do you want to stop?”
She hesitated for a long time before he felt her hand touch his knee. “No… not yet. I… It’s ok. We can keep going a bit longer.”
Then he felt her shift closer before feeling her hand cup his cheek. It was the unblemished side, but even if it hadn’t been, his blindfold still completely covered his scar. She then drew him towards her and their lips met again. She acted with more confidence now though, kissing him with a little more passion, and he responded in kind.
After a few seconds of kisses, he went for it again, tapping her lips with his tongue, silently asking for permission. She hesitated before accepting, parting her lips and granting him entrance. He took what she offered, slipping his tongue past her lips and entering the wet cavern of her mouth. He ran his tongue over her teeth as he sought out hers, and he brushed against it. He felt it retreat further into her mouth before it hesitantly came forward to meet his.
Their two oral muscles gently rubbed against each other. She slowly became bolder and engaged with him more, and he matched her, encouraging her to participate even more. It wasn’t long before they became fully engaged, and a moan slipped past her lips as their tongues rubbed against each other. Slowly, he brought his hand up, running it through her hair and cupping the back of her head to pull her into him more. She went willingly and he sealed their mouths together as they fell into a heated make out session.
Her one hand was still on his knee, gripping it tightly, and her other hand moved from his face to fall on his shoulder, gripping his robe. He brought up his other hand to grip her arm, turning her towards him more. She shifted closer, seemingly wanting to be nearer to him as well, and they became pressed against each other, sitting as close to each other as possible in their current positions.
They kissed for a while. Zuko wasn’t sure how long, but they had to come apart for air a few times before immediately sealing their lips together again. After a particular long period though, they broke apart, both of them breathing heavily. His partner was still gripping the top of his robe, her hand that had been on his leg now also holding the material. His hands were still where they had been though, the one gripping her arm now doing so possessively while the other one cradled the back of her hand.
“Wow…” she breathed.
Zuko agreed whole-heartedly. “Yeah, wow.”
He’d never had a kiss anything like that. For someone who apparently didn’t have much experience, she could certainly kiss, and he couldn’t help but wonder who she was. He thought her voice sounded somewhat familiar, even though they were talking in whispers, but he put the thought out of mind.
“Again?” she asked, and he thought she almost sounded somewhat hopeful.
He was somewhat surprised by her request, but nodded all the same, even though she couldn’t see. “Again.”
Their lips came together and they exchanged even more heated kisses. They became even more engaged with each other, and she pressed herself even closer to him. Sensing that she would let him, he dropped his hand from the back of her head to her waist and pulled her into his lap so she was sitting over his knees.
She didn’t object, and only pressed herself closer. Her hand that had been gripping his robe in his lap now wrapped around him to grab his robe in the back while her other one maintained its current grip. She turned as much as she could in her current position as she proceeded to devour his mouth, her breasts now pressing against his chest through their robes.
Zuko was very glad he was sitting in a way that had his erection trapped between his legs, otherwise she would definitely feel it against her bottom, which might have scared her off. This had already gone on further than he thought it would after she had told him that she didn’t know how far she wanted to take this. He thought he might get as far as a kiss, but now she was sitting in his lap, making out with hm heavily.
He wondered just how far she was really willing to take this.

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Katara couldn’t believe herself. A kiss, that’s all she’d planned on letting this progress to. And she’d reached that point with him. Kissing this mysterious stranger had been everything she as a little girl had imagined her first kiss with her true love would be like.
In the past, she had naively thought that that person was Jet, but this guy was a much better kisser than Jet. His kisses were toe-curling, knee-weakening, breath-stealing kisses, the kind that made the earth feel like it was moving and made her see fireworks. It’s why she hadn’t been able to stop at a single one. She just felt so… drawn to him. Which was strange considering she couldn’t even see his face, let alone knew anything about him.
Yet here she was, sitting in his lap, the two of them making out like a long-time couple. She supposed it wasn’t too shameful though, as it was still technically only kissing. Deep, lip-mashing, tongue-dancing kissing, the kind reserved for lovers, not complete strangers. Even though he didn’t really feel like a stranger.
She was still nervous, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable. He was very good at making her feel at ease with him. Which is how things had progressed to where she was now in his lap. One of his hands was on her lower back to keep her in place, the other holding and rubbing her arm to keep her turned towards him. Katara shifted to turn herself to face him more, but couldn’t do it anymore from how she was sitting.
She broke the kiss, breathing heavily from a lack of oxygen and her growing passion. She could hear him breathing heavily as well, and she felt a surge of pride at the thought that she could get such a reaction out of him, and when he couldn’t even see her no less. It made her feel feminine and desirable in ways beyond her physical appearance. Was that part of the purpose of The Blind Brothel?
“Do you want to stop?” he asked her.
Katara bit her lip and a moment later, shook her head before remembering. “No.”
She did push herself up though to get out of his lap, but only so she could turn to face him. She then sat down in his lap once more with her knees under her, only now she was facing him fully, one leg on either side of him. She blushed at the boldness of her actions, wondering what had gotten into her, but tried to push it aside as she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“A-Are you this ok?” she asked uncertainly.
She felt his hands settle on her hips. “Whatever you feel comfortable with.”
He really did sound familiar, but she put it and her embarrassment out of mind. She told herself she was in control of this, that it still only went as far as what she wanted. And what she wanted right now was to kiss him again, and so she did just that.
Her confidence had increased at this point, and so she was the one to coax his mouth open and seek out his tongue this time. Tingles of pleasure ran through her as he matched her enthusiasm. Slowly, her hands moved from his shoulders to slip around him, and one of her hands tangled in his soft hair. She shifted closer to him, pressing herself against him fully, and her breasts flattened against his chest. Their robes still separated them from having skin on skin contact though, the material now feeling hot and constraining, despite its softness and loose fit.
Desire pooled in her belly and she caught herself subconsciously moving against him. This was definitely a bit more than kissing, as she was almost grinding in his lap. She found she didn’t want to stop though and proceeded to attack his mouth, pulling back only for quick breaths of air. She moved against him even harder, practically sliding forward and back in his lap, trying to relieve some of the tension she felt building up between her legs.
And then she felt it, something else between her legs, something hard and throbbing. It pressed up against her as she slid against him, straining against the confines of his robe. It took a moment for Katara’s fog-filled mind to realize that she was feeling his erection against her. She didn’t know why it surprised her, it was a normal reaction for a man, but to suddenly feel it caused her to gasp and she pulled away from his lips.
She sensed his embarrassment even before she heard it in his voice. “Sorry, I was trying to keep that hidden.”
Katara felt heat fill her cheeks. She didn’t want him to feel embarrassed though. He had been very respectful of her boundaries; it wasn’t his fault his body was having a natural reaction to what they were doing. After all, she had grown wet.
Oh, La, she had grown wet!
“I-It’s… ok…” she muttered shyly. She wondered if he had some kind of expectation now that she was aware of his… predicament. “Do you… want me to touch it?”
“Only if you want to.”
She bit her bottom lip. She was… curious. Want to though? She wasn’t entirely sure. That felt like it might be going too far. She did, however, wiggle her bottom on top of him, blushing as she did so. He groaned in response, which only made her blush more. Sitting on him like this should have been fine. As long as she didn’t actually touch it, then it should be ok.
She fidgeted on top of him some more, rubbing up against his hardness. She felt his grip on her hips tighten in response, and she blushed even more. It wasn’t just him though, it felt good for her too. Despite the material of their robes separating them, the feel of his hardness pressing against her center, it sent waves of delight through her, and she moved against him some more.
“Miss, if you do that…” he groaned.
It took a moment for it to register that he had called her “Miss”, and she realized, strangely for the first time, that they didn’t even know each other’s names. Obviously they weren’t supposed to provide their real ones to each other, but should they maybe make up aliases so they had a way to address each other?
No, there was no point in that. It’s not like they were doing much talking anyway. Plus, she didn’t plan for this to last much longer anyway. Only another few minutes more at most. But for that time, her lips were hungry for his, and she slowly leaned in.
“It’s fine,” she told him. “You can do more.”
Then her lips found his again and she resumed kissing him as she proceeded to move her hips forward and back on him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, it briefly registered that she hadn’t specified what she meant by “more” before the thought completely faded from her mind as she got lost in his kisses once more.

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She had given him the ok to take things further. Really though, she had taken that initiative herself, what with her shifting to sit on him so she was practically straddling him and was now grinding on top of his hardness after it slipped out from where he’d had it trapped between his legs. And now she had given him the go-ahead to go even further.
He wanted this woman; he could admit that. He didn’t know her name, what she was like, or even what she looked like, but he wanted her, badly. He still didn’t want to make her uncomfortable though, or risk scaring her off, regardless of the permission she had granted him, as she didn’t say how much further she wanted to take things, so he continued to go slow, giving her plenty of time to put a stop to anything he was doing.
Slowly, his hands moved up her body, going from her hips and up her back until he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. Her own arms around him only tightened, pressing her even closer as she rubbed herself against him. She proceeded to attack his lips, growing even more enthusiastic, until she was practically shoving her tongue down his throat.
One of his hands gently took hold of her hair, pulling back on it slowly, forcing her head back until her lips detached from his. He pressed a kiss to her chin and then moved lower to her throat, placing open-mouth kisses along her pulse point. He heard her inhale before tilting her head back further and to the side, giving him more access. He proceeded to kiss along the area, sucking on her skin and giving little licks and nips. She really seemed to like that, as her hands around him bunched up more of his robe in her grip and she began grinding on him even harder.
After a short while, he got a little more daring and moved lower to her collarbone. Still no objection from her. In fact, she moaned in response, and he absolutely loved the sound. He nuzzled the top of her robe open a bit with his nose, exposing more skin for his lips to explore. He gripped her robe in the back, bunching it up in his hold, and it slipped down her shoulder. He took advantage of the exposed area, but wanted more. He wondered if she would let him, but didn’t want to press his luck with her without checking.
“Is this ok?” he asked, his lips moving over her skin as he spoke.
“What?” she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. She sounded lost in a daze, as if she hadn’t even noticed that he had bared her shoulder.
He nuzzled against her. “I asked if this was ok.”
He wished he could see her face as she answered, still sounding breathless. “Oh, um, yes, I suppose.”
He took it, and eased the top of her robe open some more, exposing her cleavage, but just falling short of baring her breasts to him. He pressed his face against her chest, placing a kiss at the top where her crevice began. She sighed in response and hugged his head, nuzzling into his hair. Then her own hands moved lower, slipping into the top of his robe and running over his back. Her soft hands felt pleasant as they ran down past his shoulder blades, and he shivered in response as she gently dragged her nails back up.
Her hips were still moving forward and back in his lap, only now he could no longer call it fidgeting. No, she was full-on grinding down on him. Her hip movements were very deliberate, an attempt for her to seek out pleasure. Small hisses and breathy sounds escaped her each time she brought her hips forward.
It was highly pleasant for Zuko as well. And with only the material of his robe preventing her from rubbing up against him intimately, he felt like he was going crazy. It took all his self-control not to start thrusting against her or to take hold of her hips and start pulling her against him even more firmly. Instead, he focused on what his lips were doing to the exposed portion of her upper body, leaving wet kisses and what would surely end up being love bites in his wake.
And then it happened. With her grinding in his lap the way she was, the bottom of his robe slowly worked its way open. And now it fully parted enough to allow his erect member to rise from it. As a result, he now felt his cock press up directly against her core without any barriers as she sat on it, not ceasing with her hip motions.
“La!” she gasped out, but didn’t lessen her grinding. If anything, she only pushed her hips against him even harder.
Zuko had to hold back his own groan of “Agni”. It wouldn’t do to have him speak a Fire Nation term and fall under suspicion. It did briefly register to him that she had spoken the name of a Water Tribe spirit, and he wondered if, perhaps, they were her people. He supposed it wasn’t too uncommon though. While most of the people of Ba Sing Se were of the Earth Kingdom, there were Water Tribe refugees here as well. Was she perhaps one of them, or maybe of mixed nations?
But then any such thoughts were banished as she proceeded to move in his lap. Not just proceed, but not even miss a beat, as if nothing had happened. She had to have noticed though, it was impossible not feel the difference between the material of the robe and his bare cock rubbing against her wet center.
Wet center? Great Agni, she was wet. Soaked even. Her nether-lips glided smoothly over his length, coating him in her arousal, and he was unable to hold back a groan as he pressed against her wet heat. He let her continue to take the lead though as he once again buried his face in her chest.
He nuzzled into her bosom, and her robe parted down the middle. It was still tied at her center, preventing it from fully opening, but it was more access to her, and she made no move to close it. What more, her own hands were still moving up and down his back, causing his own robe to begin to part and baring his shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly.
He wasn’t sure he could even if he wanted to, and he prayed she didn’t change her mind about the progress they’d made. His arms embraced her tightly, and he kissed his way up to the sensitive part of her neck, latching his lips onto her pulse point. She gave a breathy whimper in response, grinding against him harder than ever. Having this woman in his arms had definitely been worth coming here. It might even make looking at his uncle’s smug face later tolerable.

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Shameful! Utterly shameful! At least that’s what the little voice that demanded she stay true to her people’s traditions was yelling at her. Her body, however, was saying something completely different in a much louder voice, drowning out that much smaller voice with demands for more.
She was fully aware of what she was doing. She’d felt when his cock had become exposed and had pressed up against her. She’d feigned ignorance though, pretending that she didn’t notice, both so she wouldn’t have to acknowledge the embarrassment of the moment and so she didn’t have to stop. Even now she didn’t acknowledge it as she continued to grind down on him. Small bursts of pleasure shot through her as she humped against him, pushing her wet core against his hardened length. She knew he felt it too, it was impossible not to, but he seemed to have chosen not to acknowledge it since she hadn’t.
He wasn’t the only one to become exposed though. She had felt her robe slide down her shoulders and part to expose the top of her cleavage. She hadn’t objected though, as embarrassing as it had been. What more, she had actually told him not to stop. She just couldn’t help it, his lips were like magic on her skin, making it burn and tingle in the most delicious way everywhere they touched, causing her head to go fuzzy. And as he sucked at her throat in what would surely leave a love bite that she would need to use her Waterbending to heal later, she found that she didn’t just want him not to stop, she wanted more.
Too far. This had definitely gone too far. Far beyond kissing. His mouth was exploring her partly exposed upper body as their exposed nether regions intimately rubbed against each other every time she pushed against him, and she was fighting to keep the little whimpers and moans that wanted to escape her from slipping past her lips, revealing just how much she was enjoying this.
Spirits, it felt like she was melting. And not just because she had begun to perspire. The pleasure he was bringing her body was making her feel like melting into a delightful pile of goo. It was why she had allowed things to progress this far, even though she hadn’t meant for it to go beyond a kiss, and not a deep kiss. Was it any wonder she felt as if her actions were shameful?
Her body hummed with need though, demanding just a little bit more for just a little bit longer. And when rational thought pushed through the fog in her head to remind her of her people’s traditions that what she was doing was shameful, another part of her brain had argued that she had already gone all the way with Jet, and since she wasn’t in a relationship with anyone, then what was the harm in indulging a bit and satisfying her body’s needs?
It was very apparent which side of her mind was winning this debate, and she let her partner continue to explore her body as she did the same to his. Her hands continued to run up and down the expanse of his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath her hands. But she wanted more though. More access to more of him. To feel more of him. To touch more of what she couldn’t but was desperate to see.
Bringing her hands up to his shoulders, she put some distance between them and began to push the robe off his shoulders. It slipped down his arms, stopping at his elbows, leaving his chest and upper arms free for her to explore. She ran her hands up and down his arms, admiring his muscles, then moved onto his chest, blindly running her hands over his torso. His muscles felt good beneath her hands as she stroked him, his skin hot and smooth against her palms. He let her explore him, keeping his hands on her hips. Katara took full advantage of the exposed skin at her disposal, wishing she could see if he looked as good as he felt.
Unable to resist, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his chest. She placed kisses all across his pecs before moving up to his neck and then his face. She cupped his cheeks in her palms and began placing kisses all across his face and blindfold. As she did so, she felt one of his hands move from her hip over the top of her leg, and he began running it up and down, caressing it.
And then he did it. His caressing hand took hold of one of the ties of her robe, giving it a light tug; not enough to undo the knot, just enough to let her know that he had hold of it. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he wanted and was silently requesting, and she ceased her kisses, going still on top of him.
“May I?” he asked, giving the tie another light tug, making it very clear what it was he was asking.
She began worrying her bottom lip again contemplatively. Her cleavage was already on display and her robe was as parted as much as possible without actually opening. If she allowed him to undo the knot, it would fall open, and most of her front would be exposed to his gaze.
What gaze? He couldn’t see anything, so she didn’t need to worry about being seen. And while that didn’t do much to lessen her embarrassment, she felt her excitement rise at the thought of baring herself to him. And would it really be so bad since he couldn’t see anything? It would, however, greatly expose her to his touch.
She felt herself blush. Her skin practically tingled in anticipation at the thought of feeling his warm, strong hands caressing her. This had already gone far beyond what she had planned to allow to happen, did it really matter if she let it go a little further? It wasn’t like allowing this was the same as sleeping with him, which she still didn’t plan to do.
Feeling as if her face were on fire, she nodded, unable to find her voice. He must have felt the motion since he couldn’t see it. He began pulling at the tie, and she felt the knot resist, but then it gave and came undone. The robe relaxed around her, sliding down her arms and the center falling open under its slack.
Katara’s breath hitched as she felt the robe just barely clinging to her. Her chest was almost on display, the swell of her breasts and her hardened nipples seemingly holding her robe in place to prevent her from becoming completely exposed. Then he began shifting, and her hands grabbed into his shoulders. Based in his movements though, she realized that he was pulling his arms free of his own robe, and the material fell down to his stomach, held together only by its own tie at his waist.
With the robe out of the way, his entire body from his stomach up was now bare; not counting his blindfold of course. Her heart began racing as she realized that this meant that he was practically naked. She was too, considering how much of her was exposed and how the robe barely clung to her.
He settled back down and his hands once again settled on her hips, his thumb caressing her inner thigh. Even though she knew he couldn’t see her, she still couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. But that embarrassment was soon forgotten as his hand began sliding up her body, slipping beneath her robe and going up her leg, past her stomach and pausing just beneath her robe before going up her leg, past her stomach, and pausing once more just beneath the swell of her left breast.
Katara held her breath as his hand lingered there. Was he giving her time to protest? Even if she were capable of finding her voice right now, she wouldn’t have been able to bring herself to say no. But then his fingers gently grazed the underside of her breast before ever so slowly sliding upward to palm it. Katara’s eyes dropped shut and her lips parted in a silent expression of delight.
Ever so gently, he began kneading her breast. The motion of his hand caused the left side of her robe to drop completely, and its weight caused the right side to fall as well. With her arms still in the sleeves, it fell down to her elbows, leaving her completely topless, her breasts now on full display. At least they would have been if not for the dark and their blindfolds. But as he began caressing her breast, her embarrassment shifted to mild shyness, even though her heart was racing in her chest.
As he caressed her, she began grinding in his lap again. One of her hands remained on his shoulder as the other one began returning his caress and began trailing over his hard pecs. She was more distracted by what his hand was doing though rather than what hers were feeling, even if it did feel very nice. He gently squeezed and rolled her breast around, as if studying its size and weight. His thumb flicked over her nipple, teasing it into an even harder nub, and he lightly took it between two fingers, gently squeezing and pulling at it, making her inhale in delight.
“Still ok?” he asked, checking in.
In answer, Katara’s hand moved from exploring his chest to slipping around and gripping the back of his neck. She then drew him in and kissed him. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss as he did so. His hand kept up its caressing of her breast as she proceeded to grind on him. With everything they had done, her robe was now still technically only on her due to her arms being in the sleeves. His own robe lay bunched around his midsection, the knot in the tie still in place.
His other hand moved up from her hip to her back, running up and down its length, and he drew her even closer. They simultaneously gasped into each other’s mouths as their naked chests met before their lips sealed together once more. Her hand at the back of his neck moved to his shoulder as she embraced him while her other hand fell to grip his bicep.
They continued to kiss and grind against each other, his hand caressing her breast all the while. But after some time, his hand on her back moved to her front and grasped her other breast. She thought he was going to begin caressing that one as well, but then his lips detached from hers and moved down to kiss her neck. The next kiss was lower on her collarbone, and then lower yet at the top of her cleavage.
Katara’s breath caught as she realized what he was going to do, he was going slow and placing kisses along the way to give her time to protest. Words failed her though to prevent any objections from escaping her, and a moment later, she felt his warm mouth close over her nipple. A shudder ran through her at the sensation, and her hand on his nape gripped it even harder.
Way, way, way beyond a kiss. So beyond it in fact that she had a hard time recollecting how she had gotten here, sitting in his lap, both of them as good as naked, her grinding on his cock as he sucked and caressed her breast. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her beaded bud, sucking at it hard and lightly pulling at it with his teeth. His mouth briefly detached and he lightly blew against it, making her shiver, before he latched onto it again.
Gasping, breathy sounds began escaping Katara as she hugged his head to his chest, needing more. It no longer mattered that she had let this go further than she had intended, she needed more. Toph had been right, damn her, she’d needed to get laid. She still didn’t intend to go that far, but yes, this had been exactly what she needed, and she pushed her chest out towards him as she wiggled in his lap.
As his mouth gave special attention to her one breast, his hand continued to caress the other. Then he switched it up, bringing his mouth to her other breast while grasping the one that he had left. Katara gripped his hair tightly as she chewed and sucked on her bottom lip, gasping and moaning in delight. She continued to grind down on his hardness, proceeding to spread her ever increasing wetness over him.
Back arching, Katara subconsciously leaned back, pulling him more into her. His hand that wasn’t kneading her breast moved to press against her back to prevent her from falling. Then he shifted on the bed, turning his body and slowly made to lower her down onto the mattress. Katara barely noticed though as she clung to him, only fully registering their change of positions when she felt the mattress beneath her.
His mouth detached from her breast and he moved to climb more fully on the bed. Her heart began racing at their new positions with her now underneath him, her robe fully open, as good as gone save for her arms still being in the sleeves. She was on full display, and while she was embarrassed, their ability to see lessened the embarrassment. She could feel him looming over her, possibly waiting for some sign that she was ok to continue. And before Katara even considered her actions, she reached for him.

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Zuko hadn’t thought she’d let him take it this far. He’d only planned on letting this go as far as she allowed, but he didn’t think that would go beyond kissing and maybe a little above the clothes touching. In truth, he suspected that even she had allowed this to go further than she had initially intended.
She still didn’t object though. On the contrary, she was responsive and encouraging. Her body very clearly craved more, and she was embracing its needs and desires, even if she was still hesitant about it. And as long as she didn’t object, he would go as far as she would let him.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she wasn’t that experienced. Based on her responses and participation, he doubted that she was a virgin, but she clearly hadn’t been done this all that much; only a few times at most he surmised. She’d said her friend had pushed her into coming here, and it was very unlikely that her friend would do that if she had never known a man before, or that she would have come if she hadn’t.
But here she was, lying beneath him on full display, and he couldn’t even see her thanks to the damn rules of this place. He understood why his uncle had brought him here, but he’d preferred to be able to see his partner, to look upon her body to see all the sweet expressions passing over her face, to see the desire in her eyes, to watch the way her body responded. It was rather frustrating not having these experiences to be honest. But while he couldn’t see her, he could still feel her, and he felt as she reached up for him.
Fist he was getting rid of this damn robe. It wasn’t serving a point anymore anyway being all bunched up around his waist, and so he tore it from his body and tossed it off the bed, now leaving him completely bare. His partner was still holding onto him, pulling him down to her, and he laid down on his side next to her, moving partly on top of her.
His lips found hers, and her mouth immediately opened for him. Placing his hand on her stomach, he slid it up her body to take hold of her breast and began kneading it. She moaned into his mouth and tangled her own hand in his hair as he continued to fondle her. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger, squeezing lightly as he moved them back and forth before tugging on it slightly.
She gasped loudly, breaking the kiss and turning her head away. Zuko didn’t let that deter him, instantly moving his lips down to her neck. He began sucking and licking at the area, tasting the saltiness of her skin. She began squirming slightly beneath him, shifting about as her breathing grew heavy and loud. He gave her breast a light squeeze, rolling it around and making her gasp again.
He continued to give attention to her neck and breast for the next minute or two before he felt it. Her hand had come up to press against his stomach. At first he thought that she intended to push him away from her, but instead it began making its way with unmistakably deliberateness downward and his eyes widened behind his mask. She wasn’t… Was she really going to…?
And then she did. Her hand just barely grazed his cock before jerking back slightly. But then, ever so slowly, her fingers stretched out and caressed his length. She carefully ran her fingertips along it before they hesitantly curled around him until she was gripping him. Zuko hissed against her throat, but otherwise continued with his ministrations. She was doing this of her own free will, and surely wouldn’t be doing it if she didn’t want to.
The feel of her soft hand felt immensely better than his own, and she gently began stroking him. Up and down her hand went, trailing up from the base to the head. She was slow and hesitant at first, but then seemed to grow more confident when she realized he was enjoying her touch. Her grip caused the pre-cum that had beaded at the tip to begin to leak, and her hand made contact with it as she jerked him.
It seemed to take her a few pumps before she registered what she was feeling. She paused in her strokes when she realized what the wetness was though, and he had to resist the urge to beg her to keep going. But then her thumb came up and ran across the head, spreading his pre-cum around in a circular motion. Then she resumed masturbating him, and Zuko closed his eyes behind the blindfold in delight.
Well, it was only right if he returned the favor. He’d been wanting to touch her all this time anyway. He was still cautious though, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, and so he slowly moved his hand from her breast down to her stomach, feeling her skin break out in goose-bumps at his caress. She seemed to realize his intentions once his hand reached her lower stomach, just above her pubic hair, as she stopped pumping him and seemed to freeze up, her whole body going tense.
He paused as well and waited, wondering if she would tell him to stop. And though she had frozen, she said nothing, the only sound in the room being their heavy breathing and what Zuko could have sworn was their heartbeats.
“I want to touch you,” he whispered against her neck before placing a kiss to the sensitive area. “Let me?”
She didn’t answer, but as the seconds ticked by, he felt a good amount of tension leave her and she relaxed underneath him. Then he felt her nod, and that was all he needed. He let his fingers trail through her damp curls to the wet warmth between her legs, and she jerked slightly as he cupped her, feeling just how wet she was against his hand.
He started off by simply rubbing his finger over the area in small circular motions, making her mewl. Her own strokes resumed on his length, and he rubbed her more firmly. She began squirming around some more, but her legs parted further. He kept up his petting for a short while before parting her nether-lips with his fingers and began to insert his middle one into her.
Her back arched off the bed and a whimper escaped her. Zuko gently probed her with his finger, stroking along her inner walls as he moved it in and out of her. He felt her grip on his cock tighten as he stroked her, feeling just how wet she really was. Her squirming became more frantic and more whimpers escaped her as he stimulated her further.
Her back continued to arch off the bed as she began thrusting her hips up at his hand. He kept his mouth latched onto her neck as she mumbled and moaned, her breathing heavy. He felt her inner walls squeeze his finger and he curled it inside her, stroking her insides as he sought out her G-spot.
He knew he found it about a minute later when she let out a surprised, pleasured cry again, and she released his cock and instead grabbed his wrist. He briefly paused in his fingering of her to make sure this wasn’t her trying to stop him, and it quickly became apparent that it wasn’t. He resumed stroking her, and then began an additional assault on her senses by running his thumb over her clit.
She was really squirming about now, her back bowed and her other hand slapping against the mattress. Small cries escaped her, and he detached his lips from her neck as her head turned side to side and instead sought out her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. She just squirmed around all the more and released his wrist, feeling her grab a handful of the sheets and tugging at it. She was getting close, he could feel it, and he a second finger as he worked at her furiously to bring her over the edge.
Releasing her nipple, he brought his mouth up to her ear. “Cum for me. Let me feel it.”
She just whimpered loudly in response, and he licked the shell of her ear before lightly taking the lobe between his teeth. Her inner walls began contracting around his fingers, signaling that she was on the verge of climax, and he gave her that final push she needed to get her there. And when her orgasm hit, her head and shoulders lifted up, forcing him to release her ear, and she gave a loud cry before her head flopped down hard and her back completely arched off the bed.
He felt a rush of fluids bathe his hand as her inner walls clamped down on his fingers. Incoherent babble began spilling from her lips as she continued to rise off the bed. And when she dropped back down, her body seemed to curl up, trapping his hand between her legs as spasms rocked her whole body. She almost sounded as if she were in pain as a stream of whimpers escaped her, but he recognized them as the unmistakable sounds of pleasure.
He really wished he could watch as she writhed around in pleasure, but instead had to settle for feeling her thrash about and listen to the sounds she made. Slowly though, she quieted down and her movements stilled. Her legs released their hold on his hand, going limp, and the only sounds left were her heavy pants as her body twitched every few seconds.
Removing his fingers from her, he pulled his hand, soaked from her juices, from between her legs, and he laid down next to her completely, his head resting beside hers. He allowed her to experience her post-orgasmic bliss, taking pride in how he had brought this girl, who he didn’t even know, to orgasm.
Even now, his fingers were still coated in her wetness, and he couldn’t resist bringing one to his mouth and sucking her juices off it. She tasted even sweeter than he imagined.

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Katara was lost in a state of complete euphoria. Her orgasm had been intense, far greater than any she had managed to give herself with her own touch. Perhaps that had been in part because it had been someone else who had given it to her?
She didn’t know. Jet had never given her an orgasm with his hands. Their coupling had been a hurried frenzy of heat and passion. Oh sure, he’s used his fingers on her to prepare her, but once he had gotten her sufficiently wet, he had been quick to get inside her. She hadn’t minded at the time, as she too had been in a hurried need to have him inside her, and in her inexperience, had let him take command and the lead.
This though, this had rivaled what it had been like to be with Jet, and it had only been foreplay. Did that make Jet a bad lover, or was her current partner just that good? She was inclined to think the latter, as Jet had brought her to orgasm and managed to satisfy her, so he obviously hadn’t been bad. Still, he had nothing on this mystery man, who had managed to bring her to the same level of satisfaction with just his hand as Jet had with his whole body.
She hadn’t planned on this happening. After he had laid her down and had resumed his caresses and kisses, she had sought to return some of the pleasure he had been giving her. That’s why, even though it had been as nerve-wracking as it was embarrassing, she had worked up the courage to reach for his… man parts and start stroking him.
And then he had returned the favor by touching her as well. And she had let him. Or, more specifically, she hadn’t stopped him, feeling safe and comfortable with what they were doing despite her nervousness. And in doing so, she had just experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life. The sheer bliss she had felt as wave after wave of pleasure had washed over her had been worth any amount of embarrassment or shame.
And now she lay here, covered in a thin layer of sweat, feeling like a wet noodle, more relaxed and at peace than she could ever remember being. She was vaguely aware that her… well, not quite lover, was lying next to her, and she was overcome with the uncontrollable need to touch and kiss him.
Somehow finding some strength, she turned onto her side so she was facing him and reached out to feel for him. Her hands found his chest and ran up his body to cup his face, and she leaned in and began kissing him. He returned her passion, kissing her back, and his own hands came up and began running over her body, her own hands moving down from his face to rest against his chest. Their kisses weren’t needy or lust driven, just a display of affection from them both.
They kissed for a time before coming apart and simply lying facing each other. Despite their kisses and caresses not having been meant to spark anything further, they were both panting slightly, their passion naturally growing at their antics. Katara’s arousal had started up again, and despite the orgasm he had given her, she still found herself craving more.
“That didn’t go too far, did it?” he whispered to her in question.
Katara felt a strange emotion. Even now, he was still thinking of her. He was the one that hadn’t gotten off yet, and yet he was still putting her first, still being considerate of her thoughts and feelings.
“I’m fine,” she whispered back. “What about you?”
She reached out, brushing her hand over his erection again. She took hold of it, feeling how hot and hard it was. She began running her hand up and down his length, feeling it throbbing in her grip. At the very least, she should bring him to climax with her own hand, just as he had her. It was only fair to return the favor.
But then she felt him take her wrist and gently pull it away from him. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, and Katara felt her heart clench. “Don’t worry about me,” he told her quietly.
Katara frowned. He didn’t want her to return the favor? “But…”
Then he leaned in and captured her lips in the dark. He broke the kiss a moment later though. “Just focus on yourself. Trust me when I say that I’ll be enjoying it as well.”
Despite his claim, Katara would have protested about him making this so one-sided, but then he turned her to lay on her back once more and brought his head down to her chest. A moment later, she felt him placing kisses over her breasts, and she forgot what it was she was going to say. His hands and mouth very quickly reignited her arousal, and it wasn’t long before he had her squirming beneath him once again.
He slowly began making his way down her body, placing kisses along the expanse of her stomach along the way. She giggled a bit as he placed kisses over her stomach, but then he went even lower and began placing kisses around her inner thighs. It suddenly hit her what his intentions were, and a feeling that bordered on panic hit her. Not even Jet had gone down on her, and now this stranger she had randomly been paired up with was about to? The level of shyness and embarrassment that hit her was enough to cause her to clamp her legs shut.
This didn’t deter him though. He continued to kiss around her crotch area, stroking his hands over her hips, gently trying to coax them open, but she kept them firmly closed. He seemed to realize that he wasn’t going to get her to unlock her legs for him with his touch alone. “Spread your legs for me.”
Katara just whimpered at his low, husky command. Or maybe command wasn’t the right word for it. More like a request, him voicing what he desired but leaving it up to her to comply. For some strange reason though, her thought process suddenly had herself remembering back to the time she had been captured by Prince Zuko when he had “saved her from the pirates”. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, his request reminded her of how the Fire Prince had tied her to a tree and tried to convince her to tell him where Aang was, even offering her back her mother’s necklace if she did. She had no idea why she was thinking about that right now.
No, she knew why. She’d take the secret to her grave, but more than once, she’d had erotic dreams between her and the Fire Prince where that scenario went down very differently. Not to mention the several other dreams she’d had of him involving different scenarios that were no less erotic. Such dreams had eventually evolved to her using him in certain fantasies during times where she’d touch herself, even though she would never admit that either. The guy may have been her enemy, but even with his scar, he was very attractive.
She wondered why she’d be thinking of him now though. Her partner was nothing like the spoiled, angry, arrogant Fire Nation prince who had been chasing them everywhere. Perhaps in her aroused state she was simply being reminded of her past fantasies and dreams involving him since she couldn’t see her partner’s face.
Maybe she could even indulge a bit by imagining it was him she was with. That wouldn’t be so wrong, would it? She didn’t know what her partner looked like, so he could look like anyone. So was it really wrong if she envisioned someone she thought was attractive, someone who she already used in her fantasies? If she concentrated, his whispered voice could pass for the Fire Prince’s.
But then her thoughts returned for his request for her to open her legs and she felt her face burn hotter than ever. She’d never had a guy go down on her before. She didn’t think that anyone but her husband would ever do that with her. But then, she’d thought the same thing about sex in general. And considering what had happened between her and Jet, that certainly hadn’t been the case. And cunnilingus was actually a step beneath actual sex.
But then, at least she’d known Jet, somewhat anyway, and she’d been crushing on him pretty hard at the time. She didn’t know anything about her partner though, not even what he looked like, and yet she’d already allowed him to be intimate with her, allowed him to touch her as a lover would, to bring her to an explosive climax. Would it really be so wrong to indulge herself a little more? There was no one here to judge her, and even her partner couldn’t see her face. Would it really be so bad to take what he offered and just enjoy it?
It seemed her body was already answering for her before her mind even came to a decision. Her legs had begun to part, enough to allow her partner to fit between them, but not quite grant him access to her nether region the way he wanted. A brief feeling of embarrassment went through her again and she stopped and immediately covered herself with her hands, her breathing now increasing out of anxiety.
A few seconds of silence and immobility passed between them, and then she felt her partner gently place a hand on top of hers. “Hey, nothing you don’t want, I promise.”
She believed him. He’d been true to his word so far. Things may have progressed beyond, far beyond, what she had planned to allow to happen, but it had indeed only been because she had allowed it. He hadn’t pushed or coerced her in any way; he had simply offered more and she hadn’t said no. What more, he had been attentive and respectful of her the entire time, making sure she was comfortable and well-pleasured in everything they had done. It’s why she had allowed things to go as far as they had.
With that thought in mind, she laid her head back and slowly moved her hands out of the way. She held them into closed fists beneath her chin to keep them from shaking as she let out a long, deep breath and forced herself to relax as she parted her legs further.
Her heart pounded as she felt her partner’s head move closer. He spread her even wider and she felt his breath dancing across her wet center, and she had to hold in the whimper that wanted to escape her. Truthfully, she was actually a little scared to experience this; it was a first for her when it came to sexual experiences. She’d heard other women talk about it and knew it was supposed to feel good, but having never experienced it before, she was a little afraid of what to expect from–
Holy La! The feeling had come out of nowhere. She’d been expecting to feel something, but nothing could have prepared her for the surge of pleasure that shot through her from the feel of his tongue dragging over her. Another lick soon followed and she practically leapt off the bed, a loud cry escaping her. She was more prepared for the third, but still ended up jerking upward when he licked her.
And then the licks came continuously, and Katara began jerking and twisting about. One of her partner’s arms reached up to press down on her lower body to help hold her down while simultaneously caressing her as his other hand held her leg open as she reflexively attempted to close her legs on him. His tongue proceeded to slide up and down her labia, and her head began spinning as she moaned in delight at his oral magic.
Sweet Tui, La, and Yue, she had no idea someone using their mouth on her could feel this good. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets to anchor herself, yanking at them hard as her back arched off the bed, despite her partner attempting to hold her down. His tongue continued to glide through her wet folds, and Katara felt herself quickly rising to higher and higher heights.
“Oh, Tui! Oh, La! Oh, spirits!” She couldn’t stop the stream of exclamations that poured from her mouth. She did her best to keep still, but it was impossible. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth together as the exquisite pleasure bordered on torture at how good it felt.
And then he actually penetrated her with his tongue. She cried out again and, without even meaning to, one of her hands shot down and grabbed the back of his head, shoving it between her legs. She could actually feel his tongue swirling around inside her, licking along her inner walls, pushing as far into her as his oral muscle could reach. Her hand on the back of his head went back and forth between squeezing a handful of his hair and pushing him even further into her.
Spirits, she must be a sight, lying here with only her arms in the sleeves of her open robe, her hips rising off the bed as she shoved them at her mysterious partner while she buried his head between her legs as he devoured her. She was once again glad for the blindness feature of this brothel, otherwise she thought she might die of embarrassment. Or maybe not, the level of pleasure he was bringing her was more than enough to make her forget how embarrassed she felt at her wanton behavior.
Despite his attempts to keep her lower body pinned down, she continued to arch off the bed and twist about. He seemed to give up on trying to keep her still and instead threw her legs over his shoulders. Taking hold of her hips, he pulled her closer, and she once again seized the sheets as she shoved her hips at her, her entire lower body now raised off the mattress. He completely sealed his mouth over her, penetrating her deep with his tongue as he feasted on her.
She pulled and yanked at the sheets as overwhelming pleasure flowed over her. She didn’t have proper hold of the sheets with one hand and it slipped from her grip. She needed to grab hold of something though, and her hand flew down to where one of his hands held her legs open, grabbing his wrist. Much to her surprise, he twisted his hand, forcing her to let go, but then took hold of her hand himself, interlocking their fingers. Katara squeezed his hand tightly while twisting at the sheets with her other hand, letting out a stream of whimpers all the while.
There was nothing she could do but take the pleasure he gave her. Her back continued to arch higher and higher until she was practically balancing on her upper body as she squeezed the sheets and his hand in her grip, her mouth hanging open as she panted and moaned at the ceiling. She felt incapable of words, and only managed to take repeated, large, gasping breaths. Meanwhile, her partner proceeded to devour her, keeping her bottom up in the air with her legs over his shoulders and spreading her with his fingers to lick her as deep as possible.
She could feel another orgasm building, and quickly, an even bigger one than the first, and she began quivering in advance. The intensity of it almost scared her, but at this point, she needed the release. It was so close she could taste it, and if she didn’t get it soon, she feared she would surely die. This was better than her first time with Jet, and she and her partner hadn’t even technically had sex. Her climax was just on the horizon, and she wanted to reach out and grab it, but all she could do was continue to cling to the sheets and her partner’s hand as he pleasured her.
The dam finally broke and she howled out her pleasure, her back arching until she balanced entirely on her head and shoulders. Her hips thrusted uncontrollably at her partner’s mouth, and even in the midst of her orgasm, he continued to lick her. She couldn’t take it anymore, her orgasm was too intense, and her body reflexively scooted further up the bed to get away from the overwhelming sensation.
This in turn pulled her partner forward, especially with her legs clamped around his head. She fell flat on the bed, both hands releasing their hold and flying down to grab his head and shove his face between her legs as hard as she could while shoving her hips forward. It was a contradictory feeling, needing more but also attempting to escape the intensity of the pleasure, and it left Katara gasping and sputtering as each new orgasmic wave washed over her.

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The girl’s legs were like a vice around his head, nearly crushing his skull. Not to mention she was on the verge of ripping his hair out as she grasped handfuls of it while pushing his face deeper into her crotch, nearly smothering him.
And yet it was so worth it. The cries of pleasure she emitted was the sweetest music to his ears, and they had nothing on her orgasmic shriek. There were few things more satisfying than bringing a woman to orgasm, and this woman in particular was exceptionally delightful.
Even as she continued to climax, he showed her no mercy, drinking up her juices as they flowed forth in a rush. He continued to swirl his tongue around inside her as her body spasmed, only ceasing when he felt her begin to come down from her high. Her body’s shaking began to cease and both the grip of her hands and her legs lessened. And when her legs relaxed around him enough, he slowly lifted away from her, her hands falling limply from his head.
He gently removed her legs from his shoulders, setting them down onto the bed. He could hear her attempting to regulate her breathing with long, slow intakes and exhales of air as her orgasm subsided, her body still experiencing aftershocks. Never before could he remember enjoying pleasing a woman so much.
Slowly, he crawled up the bed alongside her, his own arousal throbbing painfully. He ignored it for now, albeit with great difficulty, as he settled down next to her, listening to her panting as her breathing regulated. He really wished he could see her in her post-orgasmic state. Seeing the satisfied look of a thoroughly pleased woman was always a delight.
Beyond that though, he really wanted to know who this woman was so he could find her afterwards, and he was greatly tempted to tear off both their blindfolds and use his Firebending to light up the room so he could see her face, and to hell with the fines he would be charged with and getting banned for breaking the rules.
The only thing that held him back was the knowledge that she really wouldn’t appreciate it if he did that. She had come to The Blind Brothel specifically because she didn’t want her identity to be known, and he would respect that. Besides, what he had told his uncle in regards to not being able to have a relationship with anyone here since their stay was only supposed to be temporary still rang true. So even if he did find out her identity, nothing would come of them.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder who she was, and for some reason, he found himself thinking about the Avatar’s Waterbending teacher, Katara. He wondered why he would think of her now of all ties, but then supposed he shouldn’t be surprised; she was a very beautiful woman after all, and he had been reluctantly lusting after her for a while now. In fact, since he had met her, she had served as the subject of a number of his erotic dreams, not to mention several of his fantasies during his more private moments.
Since he didn’t even know what his partner looked like, what was the harm in imagining it was her beneath him, even though he knew that was impossible. Even if she was somewhere here in Ba Sing Se, seeing as she was Water Tribe, and the daughter of the chief no less, she was basically royalty, and he knew how much a woman’s virtue was valued in Water Tribe culture. She would never give her maidenhead to anyone other than her husband, and she’d especially never come to a brothel.
Trying and failing to put the Waterbender in question out of mind, he spent the next minute or two listening to his partner’s breathing regulate. It was still labored, and he reached out and stroked her cheek, his hand landing on her shoulder instead due to his blindness before he sliding up to her face where he had been aiming. A few moments later, he felt her hand cover his and she turned to face him, and he leaned down to kiss her.
His lips had barely grazed hers before she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her. He’d been laying on his side next to her, but she practically dragged him on top of her now. She began kissing him frantically, almost desperately, as if she craved the taste of his lips more than the air she needed to breathe. She had to have tasted herself on his lips, but she gave no indication that she even noticed as her lips met his again and again.
He was now quite literally blanketing her with his body. Laying on top of her as he was, his chest was pressed against her breast, his hard cock trapped between their stomachs. She gave no sign of complaint or hesitation, seemingly completely caught up in the moment and seeking more affection in a lust-driven frenzy.
Her emotions must have been driving her wild. After the orgasm he gave her, she was lost in a euphoric state and was expressing what she felt. It would be all too easy to take advantage of it right now and simply bury himself in her. He knew she wouldn’t object in her current state, would greatly enjoy it even, but he wasn’t going to do that. He had more honor than to take advantage of a woman when she possibly wasn’t thinking clearly. And on a more personal level, if she was going to give him complete access to her body, he wanted her to be thinking clearly and rationally and decide that she really did want him.
And so he kept himself in check, allowing only kisses and caresses to be exchanged between them, even as his body screamed for him to simply take her. Slowly though, their frantic exchange of kisses eased up, becoming less needy and less hurried. Breathing took precipice over desperate lip-locking, and soon his face was simply hovering above hers as the two of them panted.
He felt her become aware of their positions, and he waited to see what she would do, be it push him off her or embrace him further. He sensed that she wanted to continue, but he also felt her hesitance, and he stayed still on top of her as he let her make up her own mind. He hoped she came to a decision soon, because he didn’t think he could last much longer without going mad. They either needed to find completion together or she needed to put a stop to things so he could take care of himself.
Then he felt it. Slowly, her arms wrapped more firmly around him, hugging him to her, and one of her legs shifted out from underneath him and curled around his leg, intertwining them. Zuko took that to mean that she was not only ok with where this was going, but wanted more. The way she used her leg to pull him against her more as she rotated her hips seemed to support that.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, more leisurely this time. Lips and tongues moved against each other sensually as their bodies moved together. And after a brief period of kissing, he lifted his head from hers and gently stroked her face. He felt her hair sticking to her damp forehead and he tucked it behind her ear, feeling the loop of her blindfold around it, and he resisted the urge to remove it.
“Have you done this before?” her asked in no uncertain terms.
The Fire Nation, and even the Earth Kingdom, may not have been as reserved about sex as the Water Tribe, if she was indeed a refugee or a descendant from one, but he wouldn’t do something like deflower a woman at a brothel. A woman’s first time should be more special than meaningless sex with a random, faceless stranger. He may not know who his partner was, but he respected her more than that. And while he knew she had some experience, he still wasn’t sure how much. He suspected a lover or two before him, but still wanted to be sure, as he would not be dishonorable to take her first time.
He felt some unease from her as she shifted about nervously beneath him. “Once.”
So he had been right, she’d only had a single lover, and it had apparently only been one time. For some reason, that sent a surge of jealousy through him. He wasn’t sure why though. He had no right to feel possessive of her; hell, he didn’t know anything about her. But still, he felt a deep desire to possess her as his own.
“Will you let me have you?” he asked softly.
He felt her freeze underneath him. No, not freeze exactly, simply stop moving. He remained still on top of her as well, not even breathing as he waited for her answer. He was fully prepared for her to tell him to let her go, and he was ready to back off if that’s what she wanted. He just waited for her to give him the word.
“Yes…” she breathed in a nearly inaudible voice.
He inhaled, unsure if he heard correctly. Had she really just given her consent? He hadn’t been imagining it? She’d said that she hadn’t planned on going all the way. Or, more specifically, she had said that she wasn’t sure how far she wanted to take things. Had she really changed her mind?
“You’re sure?”
A few more seconds of silence passed before he felt her nod. “I… I want you.”
So he had heard her correctly. She really did want him, even if it was just for carnal pleasure. Just the thought alone had him feeling more excited than he could ever remember being, and he swore that he would satisfy her so thoroughly that she would never regret giving her consent.
If he were younger and more naïve, or if he believed in such things, he might even call what he felt for her akin to love at first sight, minus the ‘sight’ part of course. That was obviously blatantly ridiculous, and he dismissed it as him improperly compartmentalizing what he was feeling in regard to their natural chemistry, not having been with a woman for so long, his already confusing emotions he had been feeling lately, and the heightening of The Blind Brothel’s experience of cutting off his sense of sight.
He pushed the thought out of his mind, wanting to focus on her. He stroked her cheek a few times before slowly running his hand down her neck and over her shoulder. His hand made contact with the sleeve of her robe, and he remembered that they had never actually removed it. Now that she had given her consent, he didn’t want any barriers between them, not even her arms in the sleeves of her robe, and he slipped his fingers beneath the material and began working it down her arm.
He felt her rise up slightly and turn her body to the side, allowing him to push the sleeve down far enough until she could pull her arm free. Then she herself reached over and freed her other arm from the other sleeve before laying back down, now just as bare as he was, the robe lying already forgotten beneath her. Zuko settled himself on top of her, and her leg disentangled from his to rest on the bed beside him, and she waited.
Zuko shifted above her, using his knee to ease her legs even further apart. “Spread your legs some more.”
He felt her hesitate, but after a few seconds, she did as he asked, spreading both her legs and opening herself up to him. Zuko adjusted his hips, grinding his crotch into hers and running his cock through her curls. His cock-head slid along her wet folds and he heard her gasp, her hands suddenly grasping his arms tightly.
He paused, feeling how nervous and tense she was, and he gently stroked her hair, trying to sooth her as he spoke quietly in her ear. “Hey, this still only goes as far as you want it to. If at any time you want me to stop or if there’s something you don’t like, just tell me. Or, if you prefer, feel free to give me a slap.”
His words must have reassured her, because he felt her relax a bit underneath him, and her grip on his arms eased up. His cock lay trapped between her legs, the top of his length pressing against her nether-lips, and he reached down and took hold of himself. He ran it up and down her slit, the head sliding through her folds, teasing her, and he heard her whimper in response. He couldn’t wait any longer, and so he lined himself up with her dripping entrance, inserting the tip.
He heard her inhale as her grip on his arms tightened once more, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning. Releasing himself, he reached up and cupped her face before leaning in and giving her a gentle kiss.
“Relax,” he whispered against her lips reassuringly. “Remember, you can tell me to stop whenever you want.”
He prayed to all the spirits that she didn’t tell him to stop though, because he wasn’t sure if he could. It was taking all his strength to not simply slam into her and start thrusting away. Even though she told him she had been with a man before, he still opted to treat her as if this was her first time since she was so nervous. He tried to calm her further by gently running his thumb over her lips, and she somewhat surprised him when they parted to take the tip of his finger into her mouth, lightly sucking on the end.
By Agni, he could wait no longer. And so, as carefully as he could, he began to ease inside her. He felt her nether-lips part as if in welcome, taking him inside, and the head of his cock became gulfed by her wet heat. He continued to slide into her and she moaned around his finger, and he was unable to hold back the groan that had tried to escape him earlier. He kept going though, inserting more of himself inside her until his hips touched hers and he felt himself bottom out at the entrance to her womb.
They both let out simultaneous groans. Zuko swore he saw stars behind his eyes as his full length was encased in her warmth. Her inner walls gripped him like a fist, massaging him in the most exquisite way, and he savored the feeling to the fullest. He couldn’t remember a woman who had ever fit him so perfectly, as if she were made for him, their intimate areas fitting together like the key to a lock.
It was the most incredible feeling in the world, and he found himself silently thanking his uncle for pushing him into coming here. Not that he would ever tell him that, because that would require giving the old man credit.

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Katara couldn’t believe it. She just couldn’t believe it. She’d actually done it, she’d allowed things to go there. She’d told herself she wouldn’t, that she would stop things before they went too far, but it had happened anyway, and now she and her mysterious partner were now officially having sex.
Or maybe she should stop thinking of him as her partner now and start thinking of him as her lover, because that’s exactly what he was considering he was buried to the hilt inside her. She could feel his tip pressing against her cervix as he reached places inside her Jet had never had and stretched her more than he ever could, feeling as if he were reshaping her insides for him and him alone. There was some mild discomfort from her inner walls expanding more than they ever had, but the sheer ecstasy of having him inside her not only completely dominated it, but practically overwhelmed her, and he wasn’t even moving yet.
She still couldn’t believe she had done it though, that she had taken someone she didn’t even know as her lover, but it had just felt so… right, even more right than when she had given herself to Jet, as if she was where she was meant to be, almost like this was destined to happen. It felt far beyond a physical thing, which was why, beyond her own body’s desires, when he had made his own desire to continue known and asked her to take that final step with him, she hadn’t been able to refuse him. She had wanted it just as much as he did, maybe more.
And now he was inside her, the two of them having become one, and it was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. Her now lover seemed just as affected as she was, almost collapsing on top of her as he buried his face into her neck. She held him to her, releasing his arms to wrap her own around him as she breathed with him, her breasts flattening against his chest with every breath. She felt so incredibly full, as if he had filled in a piece of herself that she hadn’t known had been missing. She could feel his length twitching inside her as it pulsed with every beat of his heart she could feel against her chest.
Slowly, he lifted his head from out of her neck. His mouth sought out hers and they kissed deeply. He cradled her head in his hands as if she were something precious to be cherished, and the simple gesture sent her emotions soaring to new heights. And when the kiss ended, he kept their lips touching, the two of them sharing breath as he rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m going to start moving now,” he whispered against her lips.
He was practically treating her like a virgin now, but then, she practically was. She could only nod in response as she felt her heart speed up in her chest. And then he pulled back on his hips and then pushed back in, causing her to inhale at the feel of his length sliding along her inner walls. Since this wasn’t her first time, she didn’t feel any pain like she had with Jet, but there was minor discomfort from how he stretched her. The wave of pleasure that washed over her though completely drowned out any discomfort she felt though.
He repeated the motion, and a small sound escaped her with her next exhale. Slowly, she began to set a rhythm, and her breath escaped her each time his hips met hers. As he moved over her, their bodies slid against each other in the most delicious way, and her knees began to bend of their own accord on either side of him. Her arms tightened around him to keep them in full contact as her breathing became more labored. He set a slow but steady pace, thrusting in and out of her in the most pleasing way, and once his tempo was set, she began to meet each of his thrusts, and she found herself instinctually falling into sync with him.
Soon it wasn’t just her labored breathing that was escaping her as she began letting out small whimpers and moans. Her toes curled in delight against the bed as she moved with him. This was already significantly better than it had been with Jet, who her lover was definitely bigger than, and not just because there was no pain from losing her virginity. They may have been at it for only a few minutes, but she could already tell that he was a far superior lover than the Freedom Fighter. Spirits above, if she had known it was going to be this good, she wouldn’t have fought Toph so hard on coming here. Oh, La, had she really just thought that?
They continued moving together in nature’s oldest dance, both of them emitting sounds of pleasure. His body was as hot as an inferno, and Katara ran her hands up and down her lover’s back, feeling his skin beginning to moisten with perspiration. She herself was already a sweaty mess from the two intense orgasms he had already given her.
His own hands explored her as well, caressing her arms, sides, face, hips, breasts, anywhere he could touch. As they moved against each other. It made Katara feel as if she were lost in a sea of sensation, where the only thing she knew was pleasure. Somehow, not being able to see only heightened everything, as if her other senses were amplified to make up for her lack of sight.
Time began running together, losing all meaning as they made love. And yes, they were making love. Stranger or not, this felt like so much more than simple sex, and Katara fully gave herself over to it. As her lover’s hips continued to meet hers, her hands proceeded to run over him, wanting to touch him everywhere. Whoever he was, they fit so well together, felt so completely in sync that it almost felt as if they were made for each other. Toph had only been half right it seemed; she hadn’t just needed to get laid, she’d needed him.
As they proceeded to mate in the darkness, Katara felt the familiar pressure building up in the pit of her stomach with the promise of the most explosive climax yet. As if sensing that she had an orgasm building up, he began thrusting into her more fully. Katara’s face scrunched up as she whimpered, grazing her nails down his back. Her body jerked in time with his thrusts as the bed creaked beneath them, his weight on top of her preventing her from sliding up the mattress.
She felt as if she was being consumed by him, and she relished in it. Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of his hair, attempting to direct his lips to hers. “Kiss me, please.”
He obliged, mashing his lips to hers and invading her mouth. Her tongue eagerly met his, their two oral muscles mimicking the actions of their lower bodies. Her orgasm continued to build up, and she desperately rushed towards it, needing to feel it. She whimpered and moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed down the sounds she made, not separating his mouth from hers until the need for air prevailed.
When they broke apart, they both panted for breath, Katara’s heavy breathing being from more than a lack of air. Her hand went from gripping his hair to grasping the back of his head, and she brought it down to whisper frantically in his ear.
“F-Faster,” she gasped out in a slightly broken voice.
A groan escaped him and he buried his face in her neck. He increased his tempo, and Katara’s other hand slid down his body to grasp his rear encouragingly. Her toes curled in delight as her legs hung in the air on bent knees on either side of him. Funny, she had no recollection of lifting them off the bed, but then, she was aware of very little beyond the sheer pleasure flowing over her. Every stroke seemed to push her closer and closer to that explosive finish.
She was moaning now almost consistently. Her mouth seemed to permanently hang open as sounds of pleasure escaped her with every thrust. She was so close, the knot in her stomach feeling as if it could release at any moment. The sound of her lover’s heavy breathing and groans in her ear only seemed to make the experience all the sweeter knowing she was giving him pleasure as well. She squeezed her inner muscles in time with his strokes, hearing him groan in response, and she couldn’t stop her lips from curving upward into a smile as she gasped along with him.
So close, she was so close. She wanted to feel it, she needed to feel it, and she squeezed his rear to convey the urgency she felt. He responded by changing up his strokes, thrusting into her and rotating his hips in a circular motion that had Katara seeing stars. Her moans were continuous now, the pressure in her stomach reaching a breaking point, about to erupt at any moment. The intensity of it almost frightened her, but she needed to feel it, otherwise she would surely die.
Her voice broke as the knot in her stomach released. A flash of white filled her eyes through the blackness as her orgasm crashed over her in a mighty tidal wave. Her legs shot straight up in the air as she somehow managed to suck in a large gulp of air before it escaped her in a rush as a stuttering scream emitted from her. She began clawing at his back as her legs began shaking, the tremors soon going through her entire body, despite her lover’s weight pressing her into the mattress.
It was the most pleasurable experience of her life, every cell in her body feeling alive. Even her first time with Jet paled in comparison, and that, she had thought, had been pretty good at the time. And that was just the sex itself; the orgasm she was currently experiencing was greater than any she had ever felt before or thought possible. Quite frankly, she didn’t know pleasure of this kind or this level existed, or that sex could be this good, and it left her gasping for breath, feeling on the verge of passing out.
Her lover had stopped moving when her orgasm hit, keeping her pinned to the mattress as he buried himself in her as deeply as possible. As her spasms continued, her legs dropped down and began thrashing about as her back attempted to arch underneath his weight. Her arms held him tightly, needing to anchor herself to him, lest she get completely swept away by sensation. Along with the sheer ecstasy she felt, she was also hit by an uncontrollable wave of emotions that had tears filling her eyes as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
She locked her legs around him and squeezed him tightly with all four limbs, her body curling into a ball and twitching. But as her orgasm subsided and she came down from her high, her death grip on him slackened, her legs falling back down on the bed as her arms continued to hug him, though now no longer squeezing him as all her strength seeped out of her. Her breathing came out in heavy pants and her heart continued to race, but both slowly eased down to more even paces.
La, she had cum so hard, even what he had done with his fingers and mouth didn’t compare. Truly nothing beat feeling him on top of her and his most intimate part inside her. She couldn’t help but wonder how much experience he had to become such a good lover, and a strange sense of jealousy suddenly came over her. As some of her strength returned, she hugged him tighter, suddenly feeling possessive. It was strange to feel that way over a stranger, even if they were now lovers, but she did indeed feel possessive of him. Right here and now while they were together like this, he belonged to her, and she didn’t like to think about other girls touching him.
She couldn’t help but wonder what on earth someone like him was doing here though. She assumed that since he was here at a brothel that he was single, but with as caring and considerate as he was, not to mention how fabulous in bed, she didn’t see how he didn’t have a girlfriend. And even if he didn’t, he should be able to get any girl he wanted with no problem. He had a fabulous body from what she could feel, and while she couldn’t see his face, she doubted he was unattractive. So why would he resort to going to a brothel?
Maybe he had recently gotten out of a relationship. He’d said someone had basically coerced him into coming here. Maybe he had gotten dumped recently and had been moping about for a long time, so someone he knew had brought him here to try and get him back on his feet. She was totally guessing here, and she didn’t know who in their right mind would dump a lover as considerate and good as him, but whatever the reason was, she was glad that he had come and that she had gotten paired up with him, and she nuzzled her face into his neck.
Suddenly, she felt him twitch inside her. With as intense as her orgasm had been, when she had come down from her high, she had mostly lost feeling in her legs. It was returning now, and she suddenly became aware of the fact that he was still hot and hard inside her. She may have found release, but he had yet to, and her heart began racing in anticipation as she realized that they weren’t done yet.

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Zuko wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. He’d nearly slipped up though at the feel of her cumming on his cock, but he had managed to prevent himself from spilling inside her for now.
But great Agni, the feel of her cumming had been the most amazing feeling, and he really wished he could see the look of pleasure on her face. Since he couldn’t, he had to use his imagination, and he couldn’t help but to picture Katara writhing around underneath him. He could just imagine how she would look, her dark skin flushed and shiny with sweat, her blue eyes glazed over with desire, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, her long brown hair spilled out beneath her. It was a very appealing sight to envision.
His actual mysterious lover though still held him to her, her arms hugging him and her legs lying flat on the bed, small jerks going through her body from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her breathing came in long, deep pants, her breasts pushing against his chest with every intake of air. He gave her time to recover, doing his best to ignore his own body’s demands to resume thrusting into her.
Her body slowly came back to life beneath him, her foot stroking along his thigh and one of her hands beginning to move up and down his back. Turning her head, she pressed a kiss against his neck, and he turned his head as well, seeking out her lips, finding them ready and waiting for him. He cradled the back of her head as he kissed her, feeling one of her hands tangle in his hair.
Slowly, her legs came up again, bending at the knee on either side of him. Zuko took that as his cue to proceed, and he slowly resumed his thrusting. She moaned into his mouth as their bodies slid together, the sweat covering their bodies aiding their movements. Her inner walls gripped and massaged his length as he moved in and out of her, making him hiss in delight against her lips before he sealed their mouths together again.
He increased the speed of his thrusting, driving into her harder, and she broke the kiss to let out a loud moan. Her nails scratched down his back and he groaned at the stinging sensation, loving the feel of it. His lover’s arousal seemed to have been completely reignited, and they picked up exactly where they left off. Her nails dug into his skin even harder, but it only spurred him on, as did the sounds his lover was emitting.
“M-More,” she suddenly gasped out. “Please, harder.”
Gritting his teeth to hold back a groan, he gave her what she wanted, what they both wanted. Pushing himself up on his arms, he began thrusting into her harder and faster. She let out a loud exclamation at the faster pace, her arms going from being wrapped around him to hooking beneath his arms. This allowed her to latch onto him even more, and her nails dug into his back even deeper than before. It only spurred him on though, and he proceeded to thrust against her.
His lover seemed to have been caught off guard by his harder, more frantic pace, despite having been the one to ask for it, as she initially just laid beneath him, digging her nails in deeper and deeper. But then she began to respond to him once more, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts. She was moaning a lot more now, and louder too, and he strived to see just how vocal he could make her.
They continued on like that for several minutes, with him changing pace only to bend down and exchange heated kisses with her. When his arms started getting tired though, he lowered himself back down onto her, capturing her lips once more. Her arms fell away from his back, and based on the way he felt the sheets rise up on either side of him, he realized she had taken hold of them and was now pulling and twisting them in her grip.
He made a grab for something himself, reaching down and hooking his arm beneath her leg to pull it up towards her chest. His face scrunched up as he felt her tighten around him, and he heard a gasping moan escape her as well. He resumed thrusting into her in this new position, earning him similar sounds from her. The pace was slow, but he went harder and deeper, causing her to rock back and forth on the bed.
He kept hold of her leg as he kept up the pace, feeling her writhe underneath him. She twitched about as she squirmed in pleasure, yanking on the bedsheets and letting out sounds of delight that he swallowed when he kissed her. He panted from the physical strain and the pleasure of it all, gritting his teeth to get himself under control when he felt himself starting to get close. He was definitely going to need to bathe after this, they both were, as they were both soaked in sweat from their physical exertions.
He was being rough now, he knew that, but there was no sign of any distress from her. In fact, based on the sounds she made and the way she was responding, she enjoyed the rougher treatment. And the harder and faster he went, the more she seemed to enjoy it. Her initial nervousness seemed to be completely gone, at least while she was so swept away in their shared passion.
Then, out of nowhere, she suddenly screamed loudly and began convulsing as a surprise orgasm overtook her. Zuko saw stars behind his eyes at the unexpected feel of her suddenly cumming around him, and he grit his teeth as he fought against joining her in climax, not ready for this to end yet. She must have let go of the sheets, as he suddenly felt her grip his ass cheeks again as she pulled him into her.
He remained buried deep all throughout her climax, somehow managing to hold back his release. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last though, but he wanted to drag this out to the last second. And as her grip on his rear relaxed, he released her leg, letting it slide down to his hip again. He was unable to wait this time though, and once her body settled down, he began moving within her again.
He quickly resumed his faster pace, pounding into her with the same enthusiasm as before. Her labored breathing hadn’t even fully regulated yet before he once again had her panting and moaning. Her hands left his rear to circle around his back as she hugged him tightly, only now her legs came up as well, wrapping around his waist and locking her heels together behind him. It allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and he began driving into her furiously, the sound of wet flesh smacking together echoing throughout the room.
Zuko cradled her head as she buried her chin into the crook of his neck. She dug her heels into his lower back with each of his thrusts as if to help pull him into her, her pebbled nipples poking into his chest as their sweat-slick bodies slid against each other. She was growing more and more vocal, her voice rising until she had gone from moaning to letting out a small scream every time he thrusted into her. Her cries only encouraged him, and he became even more aggressive.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to find his own release, and he strove to do just that. He shifted so he was lying even more fully on top of her, and she clung to him until she was practically curled up in a ball with her arms and legs wrapped around him. Practically getting onto his knees, he thrusted down into her furiously, going as hard and as deep as he could. She only tightened her hold on him as she wailed in his ear, and any of his own sounds were completely drowned out by hers.
He had no idea how long he carried on like that for, but he eventually reached a breaking point. He went faster and faster, going as fast as he could manage before driving himself into her one final time, and stars exploded behind his eyes as his release erupted out of him. He buried himself as deeply into her as he could, letting out a groan as he lifted his face out of her neck, his teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut. The most powerful orgasm of his life continued to surge through him as his hips pressed against her.
As he was in the midst of enjoying how own orgasm, his lover let out another wail as his triggered another one for her. Her legs tightened around his waist and began shaking sporadically and her nails scratched so deeply into his back that another groan escaped him. The feel of her cumming while he was made his own orgasm even more intense and all the more pleasurable.
Damn it, now he was going to have to show his uncle some gratitude.

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Three times. She had cum three times. And that didn’t even include the first two orgasms she had experienced during their foreplay. She hadn’t known it was possible to cum that many times in such a short period of time. Not that the sex had been short with Jet, but even he had only made her cum once.
It had been… otherworldly. Katara didn’t know how else to put it. Her lover had truly known what he was doing. She really had been lucky ending up with him. Someone as respectful and considerate, not to mention skilled and selfless, he was everything she could have ever asked for in a lover. Whoever he ended up with was sure be one lucky girl.
Her body continued to quake as her third orgasm, technically fifth, slowly came to an end. Her limbs slowly went slack as her body relaxed, and she collapsed down on the mattress. Her lover seemed to have collapsed as well, his full weight coming down on her. Rather than crushing her though, she found his weight pleasant, even if it did make it a little hard to breathe, and she was already panting from their activities.
She could still feel him twitching inside her. She had already been edging after having been built up again, and the feel of him cumming inside her had been the last push she’d needed for one final climax. She had felt as his seed had blasted against her insides, all hot and tingly, setting off her own orgasm as her inner walls milked his length. She would have to remember to get some contraceptive herbs to mix in with her tea later. With everything going on with the war and trying to teach Aang all the elements, pregnancy from an unknown father was the last thing she needed.
But she didn’t want to think about any of that right now. With her body sated, a feeling of complete tranquility fell over her. She wasn’t sure how long she laid there enjoying her post-coitus bliss, but eventually her lover lifted himself up and rolled off her, collapsing next to her on the bed. A feeling of emptiness hit her when she felt his softened member slide out of her, but she’d known it couldn’t last forever, and she turned over onto her side away from him to prevent herself from reaching for him again.
That apparently didn’t stop her lover though, as less than a minute later, she felt him turn onto his side as well before he reached for her, taking her into his arms and pulling her back into him so she was spooned up against him, one of his hands cupping her breast. She felt him press a kiss to the back of her neck before nuzzling into it, and a smile tugged at her lips as she leaned her head back into him.
Toph really had been right about her needing to get laid. And boy had she gotten laid. In fact, if what she had experienced with Jet was the norm and what most people experienced when it came to sex, then what she had experienced with her lover had to have been the screwing of her lifetime. She seriously doubted any man she ever ended up with would be able to compare.
That thought gave her pause as she suddenly remembered back to her reading from Aunt Wu, who had predicted that she would marry a powerful Bender in the future. Was it… Could it be possible that her lover was a Bender? If so, he would most likely be an Earthbender since they were in Ba Sing Se. He’d certainly made the earth move for her, and if his Bending was anything like his love making, then he had to be the most powerful Earthbender in the world, even more powerful than Toph.
Was it possible? Was her lover the man she was destined to marry? Had she found him? Was this how they were meant to meet? She definitely felt a deep connection to him, and their love making had been otherworldly. Had her soul recognized its mate and called out to him despite their blindness. Was that why she had been so comfortable with him and found it so easy to give herself to him? Should she maybe ask if he wanted to meet up outside when this was over?
No, there was no need for that. If they were destined to be together, then fate would see to it that they would be in the end and there was no need to force things. Besides, with everything going on with the war, she didn’t really have time for romance right now. If Aunt Wu’s prediction was true and they were meant to be, then everything would work itself out.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she suddenly felt his flaccid member begin to stiffen against her backside, and her breath got caught in her throat. Was he becoming erect again? So soon? How long had they been lying here like this? Five minutes? Ten? Were men able to recover so quickly? She’d been under the impression that it took longer. But no, from what she was feeling, her lover was well on the road to recovery.
And he was working on doing the same to her. The hand of the arm that she was laying on took hold of the breast he wasn’t already cupping, and he began to gently fondle them. Katara sucked in a deep breath through her nose as he massaged and kneaded her, and his lips began pressing kisses to the back of her neck and shoulder. She could feel him continuing to stiffen further behind her, and she couldn’t resist pushing her backside into him.
His fingers had now taken hold of her nipples, his thumb and middle ones pinching them lightly as his index fingers flicked over the hardened buds. Once he had her squirming, one of his hands slid down her body to between her legs, and she felt him insert a finger into her. She instinctively closed her legs around it, trapping his hand there, and she began rubbing her thighs together as his finger moved in and out of her, not wanting him to stop.
“Again?” he asked, now grinding his fully erect member against her backside.
Katara’s whole body felt like it was on fire as she considered his request. Toph had booked her this room for two hours, and she hadn’t heard the bell ring yet to signify that their time was up. Her lover very obviously wanted her again, and she was practically ready to start begging for it. So why not use the time while she had it?
“Again,” she whispered breathlessly.
He removed his finger from her and she almost voiced her complaint before remembering what was to come. She felt his hand slide along her hip and over her rear before taking hold of his cock. She could feel him attempting to position himself and she lifted her leg to give him some space. A shiver ran through her as he grazed her entrance before easing his head inside. Then he took hold of her hip and pushed the rest of the way into her.
Katara breathed deeply as she felt him stretch and fill her, and she pushed her bottom back at him. The angel was different, but no less pleasurable; for him as well, based on the groan he let out in her ear. He embraced her from behind, holding her to him tightly, and he began to steadily move his hips. Katara bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape her as he smoothly slid in and out of her, but that proved to be futile when his lips latched onto her neck and began sucking on her pulse point.
Spirts, how could such a simple thing like a change in an angle feel so different but still be oh so good? When she had been with Jet, she had spent their time together on her back with their limbs entangled in different ways, much as she had with her current lover, so this change in position was new for her, but very delightful. As he went about leaving what would surely become another mark on her neck, she couldn’t resist reaching back and tangling her hand in his damp hair.
One of his hands came down to settle on her lower stomach to help move her, and they gently rocked together. It wasn’t just pleasurable, it was relaxing, and she couldn’t help but to imagine the waves on the beach. Perhaps it was her Water Tribe nature that caused her to make the comparison, but it seemed appropriate. The waves moved in, the waves went out, just like their rocking bodies.
Eventually, his hand on her stomach moved lower to where they were joined and he began playing with her clit as well. Katara’s back arched and she gasped loudly in response. His mouth detached from her neck and she turned her head, her lips hungry for his kiss. Due to their positions and the angles, it was a little awkward to kiss in this way, but they managed, their tongues slipping out to duel between them.
She pushed herself up on her other arm to turn more towards him so they could kiss better. As she did, his hand moved from between her legs, lifting the top one into the air instead. He then picked up the pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. Katara moaned, breaking the kiss as the faster pace stoked the flames inside her from warm, pleasing embers into a fiery inferno. Her grip on his hair tightened and her mouth feel open as her breathing grew haggard.
With his lips no longer occupied with hers, her lover instead pressed a kiss to the side of her face. He nudged her hair out of the way, exposing her ear, and licked the shell of it before lightly nibbling on the lobe, causing her to shiver. He then moved higher up to the top of her ear, lightly biting down on that area as well. Katara muttered and moaned at the mixture of different stimuli and reached for his hand that was grasping her breast, taking it in hers and interlocking their fingers.
Releasing her ear, he spoke into it. “Hold your leg.”
It took her a few moments for what he said to penetrate the fog in her brain, but when it did, she released her hold on his hair and reached down to take hold of her one leg, holding it in the air. This enabled him to release her and he instead took hold of her hip, using it for leverage to begin thrusting into her even faster and harder.
Katara’s head fell back as she moaned in delight and she squeezed his hand. Her fingers dug into her own leg as it wobbled along with his thrusts. Their pace was fast and frantic, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she tried to process how and when the change from slow and soothing had shifted from when they had started to where they were at now. Her body didn’t seem to care though, enjoying everything he gave her. She remembered him telling her that she could tell him to stop at any time, but the thought hadn’t so much as crossed her mind once since he had first entered her.
Suddenly, he surprised her by changing their positions. Taking hold of her waist, he suddenly rolled them over so he was lying on his back, pulling her with him. Katara gave a small cry of surprise that mixed with a pleasured squeal at the feel the change in position caused his member to move within her. She now found herself lying on her back on top of him. Her legs hung open, resting on his bent knees, and one of his hands moved down to where they were joined to provide her with extra stimuli while his other hand took hold of her breast.
He then began thrusting up into her. Katara’s back arched and her head fell back to rest beside his as her mouth dropped open in a pleasured squeal. Her arms flew outward to grab the sheets and she clung to them for dear life. The new position and pace opened up a whole new world of sensation that she immediately got lost in, and her body hummed in delight as it took what he dished out.
Quite frankly, she hadn’t known it was possible to have sex in such a position. She supposed that the angle made it seem incompatible for such an act in her head. But then, even though she’d only done this one other time, she was still very ignorant when it came to the mechanics of sex. Sure, she’d gossiped with other women about it, but she’d come to believe that there were only three possible positions; the man on top, like she had done with Jet and her lover, the woman on top, which she had yet to experience if she didn’t count their current position, and for the man to take the woman from behind, another she had yet to try.
She’d known that there were different variations of these positions, but her naïve, inexperienced mind had clearly been wrong about that considering he had just taken her while they were on their sides, and was now taking her in yet another position she had never considered. And as she got lost in the pleasure of it all, she couldn’t help but wonder how much more she would learn about the act of making love before they were through.

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There was something very appealing to his lover’s inexperience. While Zuko had been with women before, they had always been ones with experience; the royale concubines had taught him everything he knew about pleasing a woman, something he had learned at perhaps too young of an age.
However, there was a certain delight in being the first to show his lover the different kinds of pleasure sex had to offer, and on a more primal level, knowing he was the first to know her in these ways, because it was obvious that these positions were new for her, and it gave him a certain sense of possessive pride.
It any case, his lover certainly seemed to be enjoying everything he was doing based on the way she was moaning and responding to him, and he once again lamented not being able to see her. He worked his finger furiously over her clit while lightly pinching and pulling at her nipple with his other hand. She arched on top of him as she squirmed about, and he moved his hands to her hips to keep her on top of him.
Shifting his knees beneath her, he nudged her legs further apart. Without any instruction from him, she seemed to understand what he was thinking and got herself into position. Balancing on her hands and feet, she lifted herself up into a crab-walk position. Keeping his hands on her hips to steady her, this new position allowed him to begin rapidly thrusting up into her. The wet sound of their bodies meeting echoed around him as he repeatedly thrusted upward. She began whimpering very loudly, her high-pitched mumbling slipping past her lips, and it soon gave way to a loud wailing.
Zuko was huffing and puffing beneath her from the effort. Sweat ran down his face as he thrusted up into her as fast as he could move his hips as she held herself up above him. His fingers dug into her hips as the wet sound of their bodies meeting grew even wetter. He kept a firm grip on her hips as they rose up higher, presumably from her subconsciously pushing up onto her toes. He could feel her muscles beginning to quiver beneath his hands and knew it wouldn’t be long. He grit his teeth and kept up with the rapid pistoning of his hips, grateful to his Firebending training to have increased his stamina.
He felt her orgasm hit less than a minute later. Her limbs flew out from beneath her as she spasmed and dropped back down on top of him, flailing about frantically as she screamed loudly. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her in place as her orgasm caused her to thrash about. All her movements caused him to slip out of her, and he breathed deeply to regain more of his stamina. He already had great endurance due to all the breathing exercises and control that came from being a Firebender, but he would take anything that would allow him to drag this out even a few seconds longer.
He continued to hold her in place as she repeatedly arched against him, slapping her hand down on the mattress in ecstasy while tugging at the sheets with her other hands. It took almost a full minute before she calmed down enough for him to slacken his hold as she lay still on top of him, breathing heavily. He nuzzled against the side of her face and pressed a kiss to her cheek as he held her, ignoring his own body’s needs as his throbbing cock stood straight up, pressing against her core.
He pressed another kiss to her cheek and she turned her head, seeking out his lips. They began exchanging kisses and she reached up to cup his cheek as their lips repeatedly met. Slowly, she began to turn over until she was lying on her stomach on top of him. He slid his hands down her back and grasped her rear, squeezing and massaging her cheeks as he ground their groins together.
He felt her own hands slide up his chest and take hold of his shoulders, using them for leverage to slide up and down against him as they proceeded to kiss. Then he felt her shift slightly to the side and reach between them, and her hand closed around him.
Breaking the kiss, Zuko let out a groan and let his head fall back. Her soft hand pumped him, aided by her own wetness. Then he felt her begin pressing kisses across his chest, and he tangled a hand in her hair, massaging her scalp. Her breasts proceeded to drag across his stomach as she kissed all along his chest, making her way up his neck and seeking out his lips again.
Then she pushed herself into a sitting position so she was straddling him. Zuko knew she must look a sight and really wished he could see how glorious she looked, but since he couldn’t, he once again imagined that it was Katara sitting above him. Truthfully, he had been imagining it was her he was with the whole time, but knew that that would only ever be a fantasy.
She was sitting just past his crotch, his cock sticking straight up against her own crotch. Her hand still had him pressing his length against her. She lightly humped against him, and he felt her nether-lips rub up against the underside of his cock. Zuko’s fists clenched at his sides as she teased him, and he was somewhat surprised by her boldness considering how she had been when they first started, but her comfort with him seemed to be growing, and her inhibitions seemed to be leaving her as it did.
She continued to tease him for several more agonizing seconds before lifting herself up higher and positioning him. Zuko’s hands flew to her hips as she inserted his head, and then she sank down on him, letting out a small cry of “La!” as she did so. He let out a groan of his own as he felt her hips meet his and he was fully engulfed by her warmth.
The sensation seemed to overwhelm her, as she let out a whimper and nearly fell forward onto him, catching herself on his chest at the last moment. Zuko continued to grip her hips as she partly laid on top of him, her face resting against his chest as she took long, deep breaths. Slowly, he moved to cup her rear, and he felt her hands close into fists on his chest.
“I’ve never… done this… before…” she panted.
Zuko took that to mean that she had never ridden a man before, and he took a primal delight in the thought that he would be the first person to experience this with her as he kneaded her ass cheeks. “I’ll guide you.”
Keeping hold of her rear, he encouraged her to begin raising and lowering it. She followed his lead, lifting up her hips and then bringing them back down. Small sounds escaped her as she did so, and after a short while, she began to do it on her own.
Once she seemed to grow comfortable with her actions, he let her find her own rhythm. Keeping one hand on her rear, massaging the cheek, he trailed the other one up her back to the back of her head, bringing it down so he could kiss her. Their lips met and she kissed him back, her hands now gripping his shoulders as her hips rose and fell on him. And as they proceeded to make out, she began shifting against him as well so her breasts rubbed against his chest with her movements. Zuko began responding to her as well, lifting his hips to meet hers every time she brought them down.
She suddenly gasped loudly, breaking the kiss as her back arched so much she nearly rose into a sitting position. Zuko’s hands joined his other one at her hips as she rested her hands on his shoulders, holding herself up. Another whimper escaped her in this new position and she began shifting about above him. Zuko grit his teeth as her inner walls massaged him, but allowed her to do as she willed. She seemed to be experimenting a bit with the way she was moving above him, shifting her hips about in ways that caused her to emit more delightful sounds.
She seemed to eventually settle on sitting astride him with her hands now resting on his chest. Then she went about figuring out her hip movements. Zuko guided her along, using his hands to encourage her to begin moving her hips forward and back. She picked up on what he was silently telling her and began to do just that, causing her to gasp and him to groan. She did it a few more times, her confidence seeming to grow before she started to set a pace. Zuko moved with her, and they soon found a rhythm as they fell into sync.
Heavy breathing escaped them both as they moved together. His lover sat with her full weight on him, thrusting her hips against his as she panted. Zuko felt himself penetrating her deeper than ever in this position, her walls tightly gripping his length as it moved within her. His hands on her hips kept her crotch pressed flush against his as her strong legs squeezed his waist on either side of him.
Her own hands continued to rest on his chest for balance as she began moaning in time with her movements. Every so often, her nails either dug into his pecs or scratched against him. Keeping hold of her right hip, he allowed his other hand to begin exploring her chest, cupping her breast and giving it a squeeze. One of her hands left his chest to cover his hand on her breast, making him grip it even tighter. He took the hint and squeezed even tighter, causing her to let out a loud moan before she returned her hand to his chest.
His lover really seemed to like it rough. That worked out just fine for him, because he liked it rough as well. His fingers dug into her hip as he squeezed her breast hard, and she let out a cry of pleasure. She leaned forward some more, but continued to hold herself up as she thrusted against him furiously. She was moaning repeatedly, and Zuko couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped him either. The bed creaked beneath him with her aggressive thrusting, and he rocked right along with her.
Minutes went by as his lover continued to ride him. She changed up the pace and her movements throughout, twisting and gyrating her hips or bouncing in his lap. Zuko let her have her way with him, and he enjoyed every moment of it. For having only had one other lover before him, if she was being honest about that, then she was just naturally amazing in bed. He really had struck gold ending up with her, and he thanked any and all spirits that may have seen to them getting paired up together.
Moving his hand from her hip to her front, he grazed his thumb over her clit. A whimpering cry escaped her as he rubbed at her little bundle of nerves. Her hands left his chest as she sat up straight on him, and based on what he felt with his other hand still on her breast, she had grabbed at her hair and was pulling at it. She continued to hump against him though, and he suddenly needed to feel her against him.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he wrapped his arms around her. She remained in his lap while sitting on her knees, and her own arms wrapped around him. They kept moving together, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she thrusted against him, and brought one of his hands down to her lower back to help move her against him. She pressed her face against his, nuzzling against him and pressing kisses her and there.
Taking hold of her hair, he aggressively yanked it back, earning him a gasp from her. He then went about tasting her skin, listening to her pant loudly in response. One of her hands dug her nails into his back as her other one pressed against the back of her head, keeping his face pressed against her. He buried his face in her chest and took a breast in his hand, latching his mouth onto her nipple. She made a mumbling sound in response as she rolled her hips into his, her movements becoming more aggressive.
She continued to grow more and more frantic, until it got to the point where she was practically shouting in his ear. Then she suddenly clung to him desperately, seeking out his lips. It was more of the mashing of lips rather than a kiss as she pressed her whole body against his as tightly as possible. Zuko squeezed her to him as well as their movements became more of an aggressive rocking and rubbing against each other rather than a thrusting.
And then she was cumming in his arms. She let out a scream of ecstasy and buried her face into his shoulder, her cry coming out muffled as she shouted against him. Then her head suddenly flew back as she began violently jerking about in his arms. She would have fallen back had Zuko not been holding her to him as she shoved her hips at him as hard as possible. He continued to hold her until she finally settled down and became still and quiet as she clung to him, the only sounds heard being her heavy breathing in the dark.

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And just when she thought she had reached her limit and hit the peak of ecstasy, she found a new kind. And now she had just reached another mind-blowing orgasm that left her feeling like a pile of wet noodles.
Being on top had been an incredible experience. It was definitely something she wanted to try again, although she thought she preferred having him on top of her, feeling his weight, their whole bodies in contact, her free to explore him as he thrusted away, giving her a feeling of truly being taken. But being in control, yes, that had been most enjoyable too. And with her on top, her full weight boring down on him, she’d felt him in her deeper than ever.
It seemed that the more they made love, the more emboldened she became, and the more her inhibitions fell away. She wondered if them not being able to see each other contributed to that, but she definitely felt that her lover played a large part in it. He not only made her feel comfortable and desirable, he seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her to make her body sing.
They continued to hold each other as the last traces of her orgasm seeped out of her body. Reaching up, she cupped his face and began kissing him. He returned her passion, squeezing her to him so there was no space between their bodies. Unlike with her previous orgasm though, there didn’t seem to be a cool down period, as the fire within her immediately flared back to life into a raging inferno as soon as her orgasm finished, and she found herself subconsciously rocking against him.
Since he had yet to finish, his own flames of passion were apparently still at a full burn, and he began pressing against her lower back in time with her rocking as they proceeded to make out. But then he did something that surprised her. His arms wrapped around her in, not so much of an embrace, but to hold her. He then somehow managed to lift her up and rose to his knees. Katara broke the kiss with a surprised gasp as she was lifted up into the air, her legs leaving the bed so she was all but impaled on and hanging from his cock, and her arms wrapped around him to prevent herself from falling.
There was no fear of that though, as he held her securely in his arms. He then settled back down so he was sitting on his legs. One of his hands then moved to her leg, and he brought it up to wrap around his waist. She followed his lead, wrapping her other leg around him as well and settling in his lap while he was on his knees. Cupping her rear, he then began bouncing her in his lap in a way that had Katara seeing stars.
Once again, she was blown away at yet another new position. She moaned in his arms as she clung to him while also trying to touch him everywhere. In this position, she was higher than him, and at the perfect height for him to bury his face into her bosom. She hugged his head as she locked her heels together behind him and enjoyed the up and down ride. His cock rubbed up against her inner walls in the most delicious way as she rose and fell on him, digging her heels into his back to press against him all the harder each time she dropped down.
A stream of sounds she couldn’t believe were coming from her fell from her mouth. A delightful moan came out extra loud as he lightly took a nipple between his teeth and gave it a tug. She arched against him in response, leaning back to the point where she felt like she was going to fall, and she let one of her hands drop to rest against the mattress while her other hand held onto the back of his neck.
Oh yes, she liked the way this felt. It robbed her of the sensation of feeling his body pressed up against hers, but with one hand on the mattress and one holding the back of his neck, she was able to push and pull herself against him with more force, allowing her to thrust against him even harder. Her lover kept hold of her as he pushed and pulled her against him each time she brought her hips forward, allowing their pelvises to meet in a way that was as hard as it was enjoyable.
Their pace rapidly increased, both of them panting loudly as they thrusted against each other. Katara couldn’t believe it, but she felt another orgasm quickly building up, and so soon too. Nibbling her lower lip, she chased after it, squeezing her legs around his waist and rolling her hips into his. Her lover obviously picked up that she was approaching another climax, one hand supporting her lower back as he pulled her hips flush against his and began bouncing on his knees, causing Katara to see stars.
The stars were soon replaced by a flash of white, and she was lost in ecstasy once again. Her strength failed her and she released her hold on his neck and fell back onto her forearms. Her lover helped ease her drop, but she barely noticed as she was lost in a whirlwind of bliss, her whole body spasming.
And yet she still hungered for more, which was why the moment her body stopped shaking and her strength returned, she lifted herself back up and kissed him long and hard. And once the kiss broke, she fell back again, her legs uncrossing from around his waist. She held herself up though with both her hands and feet flat on the bed, not quite sitting in his lap, but more like resting against his knees as he held her to him.
He was still hard inside her, and this was apparently a sex position as well, as he began rocking her against him. Katara groaned and let her head fall back, but began pushing against the bed, pushing her hips against him as she rocked back at him. More pleasure, more delightful sensations, and they quickly fell into a fast pace. She could hear her lover panting right along with her, her mouth seemingly hanging open indefinitely as she repeatedly emitted gasping moans.
If her eyes weren’t already closed from the blindfold, they would have slid shut in bliss, but she still felt them roll into the back of her head. Her lover kept one hand on her hip and the other on her lower back as he aggressively pushed and pulled her against him while thrusting his hips at her, and she was once again reminded of the crashing waves of the ocean. Her head rolled around on her shoulders as they moved together, and she couldn’t stop the stream of sounds and mumbled words from falling from her lips.
“La!” she gasped out loudly. “Oh, spirits! Oh, Zuuuu… good!”
At the last possible second, she somehow caught what she had been about to say and had managed to curve her tongue. She couldn’t believe it, but she had actually almost called out the Fire Prince’s name. By some miracle, she had caught herself and managed to, more or less, turn her near cry of “Zuko” into “So good!”, albeit with a few different letters; thank Yue his name could blend into the right word.
Fortunately, her lover didn’t seem to notice. That was a relief. It would certainly come across as strange for her to be calling out Zuko’s name during sex. She supposed that’s what she got for envisioning that her lover was the Fire Prince. But she would have to be careful not to slip up like that again. She had gotten lucky this time, but she may not be so lucky a second time. How would she explain calling out Zuko’s name to her lover? But then all thoughts of her near slip-up were lost as the pleasure washed away all coherent thought and she was submerged in a sea of delight once more.
At this point, as much as she enjoyed the slow and intimate sex, she realized that she preferred the rougher and faster sex. She hadn’t had enough experience with Jet to come to that conclusion, but with her current lover, at least thus far, she was discovering that this was the case. She had loved the feeling of getting completely swept up in a frenzied passion, loved how wild and liberated it made her feel, whether it was him taking her, her dominating him, or even the more mutual give and take as they fucked each other’s brains out like they currently were.
Her thoughts, quite frankly, shocked her. She wasn’t one to use profanity or think such dirty, raunchy thoughts, and yet that now seemed to be the case, at least while she was caught up in this whirlwind of passion. It felt like her lover had opened a whole new world for her, allowing her to discover this new, wonderful, amazing side of herself she hadn’t known existed and had only vaguely become aware of after her first time with Jet. But if this was what sex was really supposed to be like, then she truly had been missing out, and she was eternally grateful to her lover for this awakening within her.
On and on they went, their sex becoming more frantic and passionate until, wonder of wonders, she was cumming again. Her arms gave out and she fell back onto the bed, her head hanging over the side, practically flopping around like a fish out of water as her orgasm sent her body convulsing out of control. This time though, her lover didn’t stop to let her enjoy it. Rather, he shifted so he was looming over her and then lowered himself down onto her and continued thrusting into her furiously. Katara could only wrap her arms around him and hold on tightly as she enjoyed the ride as they continued their passionate tryst.
Once she had regained enough control of herself again, she had resumed their participation in their love making. At some point though, they had rolled over so that she was on top again. She hadn’t even been aware of them doing so and had only suddenly been aware that she was on top again. She sat above him on her knees, their hands interlocked as she frantically bounced up and down on him.
She didn’t know how long they went at it, as time had lost all meaning a while ago, but she eventually found herself lost in yet another powerful orgasm. It seemed though that it had finally become too much for her lover, as a few moments after her climax hit, she felt him erupting inside her. She could actually feel his cock spurting inside her and feel his seed blasting against her cervix. It rose her orgasm to even greater heights, causing her to tremble uncontrollably on top of him. Cumming together was truly incredible, making her feel closer to him than she already was, and when their shared climax came to an end, she allowed herself to collapse on top of him, and he held her in his arms as they attempted to regulate their breathing.
She had thought that they would be finished at that point, but she had been sorely mistaken. Not only did it seem like her lover’s hunger for her was insatiable, but he was a quick recovery too. After five or ten, maybe fifteen minutes, he was ready to go again. And with his long-lasting stamina, he was able to go for a long time, as he had already demonstrated twice so far; at least it had felt like a long time. And after the third time, she had even been the one to initiate their next session, using her mouth on him to speed along his recovery even more, despite having never done such a thing before.
As for her, she quickly lost count of the number of orgasms he gave her. And every time a new one hit her, she thought she was spent, only to have her lover rekindle the fire within her, and then she was back in the game, lost in a seemingly never-ending love session of pleasure. And the more they went at it, the more her eyes were open to this erotic world of sensation.
She had no idea there were so many positions and ways to make love. She truly had been naïve in that area. He not only showed her ways to make love in bed, not to mention several different positions to do it in, but out of bed as well, including standing up and the different positions that involved. In fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d even say that he seemed determine to show her as many positions and as much pleasure as possible during their time together.
In a way, it almost felt like he was trying to make some kind of claim to her by taking her in as many ways as possible so he could have all her firsts. She didn’t know why she would think that, but it was what it felt like, and the thought gave her a strange erotic thrill she didn’t know how to explain.
There was hardly any talking between them, just the occasional whispered remarks really and a lot of moaning and crying out. But then, neither of them were here for the purpose of talking. The reason they were here though, or rather, the purpose the brothel was meant to serve, they were both getting in abundance. And quite a few times, whether her lover took her fast and hard or slow and lovingly, she found herself getting rather emotional after her orgasms passed. She’d even go so far as to say that she may have even developed a crush on him; it certainly felt akin to what she had felt towards Jet.
She also lost all concept of time. Seconds, minutes, hours, even days could have passed and she wouldn’t have been able to differentiate between them. All she knew was periods of being pleasured and periods of when she wasn’t, and it was almost always the former. They had been going at it nonstop since she had used her mouth on him to get him hard again, and this proved to be the longest endurance period for him yet, at least she thought it was when she attempted to grasp whatever semblance of time she could manage.
This would have to be their last time though. While she still couldn’t recall hearing the bell to signify that their time was up, at least she didn’t think it had rung, she felt that she personally was at her limit. She felt delirious from the amount of pleasure overloading her senses and overwhelmed from the number of orgasms she’d experienced. Quite frankly, she didn’t know how he was still going on. She herself felt utterly exhausted, like after an intense day of Waterbending practice, and she was dripping with sweat, they both were.
And yet still they went on. Currently, Katara was on her hands and knees as he took her from behind. One of his hands gripped her hip while the other pulled on her hair as he pounded into her. Being taken like this, it made Katara feel akin to an animal being taken by its mate, and yet she loved every minute of it. She pushed back to meet each of his thrusts as they rocked on the bed, her breasts swaying beneath her with their movements. She relished the feeling though as she once again reminded herself that this would be the last time.
What she actually meant by that though was that it would be the last time after her lover finished, because she certainly wasn’t going to leave him dissatisfied. Aside from owing him for the countless number of orgasms he had given her, she actually wanted to return the pleasure he had made her feel in kind. After that though, she planned to call it quits, whether their time was up or not. Not because she wanted to, but because she needed to, as she was feeling completely wiped out, and she wondered if she would even have enough energy to have the bath she very much needed when she got back before she passed out from exhaustion. So yes, once he finished, this would have to be the last time.
There was, however, no telling how much longer that would be, or how many orgasms he would manage to give her before then. And as if her own body were following her thought process, it exploded into yet another powerful climax, reducing her to a shuddering mess.

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Zuko clenched his teeth and gripped his lover’s hair and hip even tighter as he felt her cumming once again. While he prided himself on his endurance, just as any man should, it felt like she was consistently trying to break him, and he fought against his release.
He’d cum three times so far in however long they’d been in here, each climax more powerful than the last, and each one greater than any he’d experienced so far in his life. Never had a woman pleased him more, and never had he been more grateful for deciding to accept his uncle’s offer to bring him here. Being with her was proving to be the most pleasurable experience of his life, and he knew he would regret having to let her go when their time was up.
As her climax shook her, she seemed to lose strength in her upper body, collapsing forward on the bed. Zuko shifted forward and grasped the back of her head as he fully mounted her, mashing her face into the mattress as he pounded into her. It seemed that the more and longer they copulated, the more wild and aggressive their sex became. Now was a prime example of that as he drove himself into her. His sac slapped against her as he pounded into her, and she mumbled a stream of incoherent words into the mattress that he couldn’t make out. That is, if he was even hearing her correctly.
There had been a point between his first and second orgasm as the rocked together when it had sounded as if she were about to call out his name, his real name. That had almost given him pause, but then what he had thought was going to be his name had turned out to be a drawn-out exclamation of how good their sex was.
He supposed that’s what he got for imagining that he was fucking the Avatar’s Waterbending teacher this whole time; he was hearing things that made it sound like his lover was actually her and was calling out his name. Obviously that wasn’t the case, but it helped him indulge in his fantasy, and it didn’t stop him from continuing to imagine that it was indeed Katara that he was screwing.
He breathed heavily as he kept up his pounding while keeping his lover’s face pressed into the mattress. She only repeatedly moaned in response as she took everything he gave her. Endurance aside though, crouching over her like this eventually caused his legs to grow tired, and he released her head and shifted behind her. She let out a gasp as he took her by the hips and pulled her back against him, then he reached around her and pulled her upright so she was on her knees as well, her back to his front.
Wrapping an arm around her chest, he took hold of her breast with one hand while the other moved down between her legs to cup her mound, and he began rocking her against him as he ground his hips into her. He nudged her hair out of the way with his chin and began necking her as they moved together. One of her hands reached back to grip his hip, encouraging him to keep up his grinding, as her other hand came up to cup the back of his head.
As much as he hated to admit it though, he was reaching his limit. Not just in holding back his release, but in being able to go on. Sex was actually a rather physically demanding activity, especially with as hard as he and his lover had been going at it, and he was feeling pretty drained right about now, as if he had been intensely doing his Firebending training for hours. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he entered this dark room, but it had to have been a while.
How long had his uncle booked the room for again? The max time, Zuko believed his uncle had said, telling him to get the most out of the experience. How long was that again? Two hours the man behind the counter had said if he remembered correctly. And while Zuko had lost track of time ages ago, he didn’t recall hearing the bell ring. At least he hadn’t noticed it if it had. And his lover hadn’t given any indication that she had heard it either. So either they had both been too caught up in each other to notice that their time was up, or they still had some left.
Whatever. It was hard enough to think right now, and so he returned his full attention to his lover. He released her breast and reached up to tightly grasp her chin, aggressively turning her head back so he could kiss her. She not only kissed him back, but opened her mouth to him so their tongues could engage, and he immediately deepened the kiss.
Despite her initial reservations when they had first started, she hadn’t once told him to stop, or given him the slap he’d told her she could give him if she felt uncomfortable or did anything she didn’t like or want. Rather, she’d fully engaged in everything they’d done, meeting his fiery passion and matching it with her own. If he didn’t know any better, he might have even thought that she was Fire Nation herself; she definitely had a fiery spirit, and she took everything he had dished out with the greatest of pleasure.
Breaking the kiss, he suddenly shoved her down once more. He ran his hand up her back, determining that she was resting on her forearms, and took hold of her shoulder. Inserting one of his legs between hers, he nudged them apart, encouraging her to spread them. She complied and he knelt between her legs, and he grasped her hip and began pounding into her with all his strength and speed.
Moans spilled from his lover that mixed with the sound of his hips meeting hers. He kept hold of her shoulder to allow him to thrust into her even harder and more dramatically. Every so often, he gave a particularly hard thrust that made her cry out loudly. In a way, this whole brothel experience hadn’t just been one of pleasure, but had allowed him to unleash all his inner emotional turmoil he had been carrying for a while now. And he’d had quite a lot of emotional baggage. Fortunately, his lover had been able to take what he dished out. It was almost therapeutic in a way, as if he was fucking out all his hardships.
He gave another particularly hard thrust and his lover cried out again. This time though, her arms seemed to give out on her, as he felt her collapse beneath him to fall flat on her stomach on the bed. Zuko went down with her, now laying on top of her. This didn’t stop him though, as he proceeded to thrust into her while keeping her pinned beneath him, sandwiched between the bed and his body. He felt her arms stretch out in front of her, presumably to grab either the sheets or the edge of the bed.
Zuko’s own hands gripped her shoulders as he rocked into her. His lover grumbled beneath him, the sound muffled, and he realized that she must have been biting down on the sheets. He let out his own series of grunts as he felt himself reaching his limit. He had only a few more minutes left in him at most, but he did his best to hold himself back, wanting her to be right there with him at the end, and he furiously pounding into her as fast as he could manage to get them both to the finish lines.
“L-L-La!” her broken voice came out, and she must have released the sheets in the process before dropping her head face-down on the bed.
A moment later, he felt her cumming around him. That was all Zuko could take, and for the fourth time this night, he was emptying himself into her. He groaned loudly and heard his lover whimper as well, though he wasn’t sure if that was from her own orgasm or the feel of his, likely both. His weight kept her in place as her whole-body shook, her quivering insides amplifying his own pleasure.
He didn’t move until he was sure she had taken every last drop he had before finally going slack on top of her. She continued to tremble beneath him for a short while afterwards before finally going still. Then they laid there together as the sound of their heavy breathing was heard throughout the room.
Zuko would have moved, but he was completely spent. That and because even having groan soft, it still felt amazing to be inside her. Even now, her inner walls still seemed to be trying to milk him of ever last bit of fluid in his body. She seemed to be just as winded as he felt, and she made no complaint of his weight resting on top of her.
Eventually though, he felt her shift beneath him, and when she spoke next, she still sounded somewhat breathless. “I… I think I need to stop. I’m so tired, I don’t think I can go another round.”
He was glad she had said it, because if she didn’t, he would have. “I’m pretty spent too,” he admitted, but was still happy she had said it first.
Neither one moved though, and it was about a minute later before she spoke again. “So… I guess we’re done then?”
A feeling of awkwardness fell over Zuko. When he’d been with the royal concubines, they just left once finished unless otherwise instructed to stay. But under these circumstances, he wasn’t really sure of how to handle a departure. Did they just… take their leave?
“Yeah, I guess so,” he uttered awkwardly.
Lifting himself up, he moved off her, his soft member pulling free of her confines. He moved to sit up on the bed and felt her do the same. Neither of them spoke as they simply sat there in the dark. Yes, awkward was definitely an appropriate word for this situation. What exactly did you say to a person you just finished having the most amazing sex of your life with when you didn’t even know their name or what they looked like?
“Do we just… go?” he asked, uncertain of what else to say.
He felt her shift next to him. “I… guess so…”
She really did sound like Katara, he thought. Or maybe that was just because he had imagined it was her the whole time. He’d only heard her whisper or cry out in ecstasy anyway, so he had no idea what she really sounded like when speaking in a normal voice. But then he supposed the same had been true of him as well, as he too had continuously been whispering when talking. Even now, they were still only whispering to each other.
“Ok then,” he replied.
He opened his eyes behind his blindfold and looked around. The only thing he could make out in the dark room was the dim flicker of light from the candle above his room that managed to shine through his blindfold. Or was that his room? They had moved around on the bed a lot, so that could have been the candle above her room. But no, feeling around the bed, he felt where the pillows were and deduced which side of the bed was which. So yes, that particular light led to his room.
He also felt around for his discarded robe. He found it on the floor beside the bed, but hesitated, wondering if he had actually found hers instead. It probably didn’t matter. After all, they had shared a lot more than robes for the past… however long it had been.
He did find hers as well though, which had long since gotten shoved onto the floor, and he picked it up and attempted to hand it to her. “Here.”
He felt her feel for it and take it once she realized what it was. “Thanks.”
The bed shifted some more as she presumably put it on. He did the same with his, the material sticking to his sweaty body. He definitely needed a bath when he got back, he couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten such a workout.
“I’m going to… head out now,” she told him, in what he figured was her own awkward way of saying goodbye.
Even though she couldn’t see him, he still found himself nodding. “Yeah, ok, me too.”
He got off the bed, and then heard it shift as she did the same, followed by her footsteps making their way back to her room. He did the same, holding his hand out to feel for the curtain and finding it a few seconds later.
“Hey,” he heard her say just before he stepped through. “Um, thanks… for everything. I had an… amazing time.”
He felt like there was more that should be said, but the only thing he could think to say in response was, “Yeah, me too.”
A few more seconds of silence passed before she spoke again. “W-Well, goodbye.”
Then, without waiting for a response, he heard her curtain ruffle as she presumably went through it, followed by her door opening and closing a few seconds later. He was now left alone in the room where they had made love, the smell of their sex still heavy in the air.
“Yeah,” he said quietly to the empty room. “Goodbye.”
Then he too slipped past his curtain and entered his room.

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Katara stood with her back against the door, her heart racing in her chest. That had been the most awkward goodbye of her life, but she hadn’t known how else to handle such a departure. How did you just leave the person who had given you more orgasms than you thought possible and brought you to the greatest heights of pleasure you never knew existed when you had no idea who they were?
Not that that took away from the experience as a whole. Holy Yue, she hadn’t believed she could be pleasured like that. Her experience with Jet and even her own hand utterly paled in comparison to what her lover had done to her and made her feel. Honestly, she didn’t know how she came back from that. There was no doubt in her mind that he had ruined her for any other man.
She really had gotten lucky getting paired up with him, and she couldn’t help once again wondering who he was. Zuko’s face briefly appeared in her head before she pushed it aside. Even if somehow the Fire Prince was in the city, she knew he’d never do something like lower himself to go to a brothel. No, her fantasy of imagining he was her lover and his whispered words was just making her think he sounded like him.
Whoever he really was though, it didn’t matter. They had gone their separate ways, and she had no way of finding out who he was. Even if their paths crossed somehow, she would never even know it was him, and she never had any intention of speaking of her brothel experience to anyone anyway. This would be a secret that she and Toph would take to the grave.
Toph! She had forgotten all about the Earthbender. She had said that she would wait for her to finish, but Katara suspected that this had gone on longer than either of them had anticipated. For La’s sake, she had gone in planning to not even do anything.
Reaching up, she removed her blindfold, wincing as the light hit her eyes and they adjusted from the darkness. She rubbed them though and made her way over to where she had stashed her clothes and removed her robe. She paused in getting dressed, however, when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, needing to do a double-take when she barely recognized the person staring back at her.
She looked a mess. Anyone who caught sight of her would be able to tell that she had been well ravished. Her sweat-damp hair was a tangled, matted mess sticking to her face, neck, and shoulders. Her skin glistened with perspiration, and love bites decorated her neck and chest, not to mention her lips were kiss swollen. And her well-loved appearance aside, she was positively glowing. She’d heard that term thrown around for women who recently had sex, but she hadn’t really understood what it meant until she saw herself right now.
Well, she certainly couldn’t go back looking like this. And so she used the water from her waterskin to heal any markings on her body, then combed her hair out as best as she could. Then she finished getting dressed and put her head covering on to hide her appearance before getting dressed and trying to make whatever other adjustments to her appearance she could before taking a deep breath and leaving her room.
From there, it was an awkward walk back to the check-in room where she knew Toph was waiting for her. She refused to make eye contact with anyone she passed though, and upon re-entering the checkout room, she immediately sought out Toph.
She found the blind Earthbender sitting in a chair with her arms crossed, very obviously nodding off. Knowing that she was in for a world of teasing from her, Katara began to make her way over to her friend, attempting to look as nonchalant as possible. Toph must have sensed her coming with her Earthbending, because she snapped out of her dozing off state and glanced in Katara’s direction.
“Geez, it’s about time, Sugar Queen,” she grumbled irritably. “I was seriously falling asleep waiting for– Whoa!”
Katara paused. “What?”
Toph shook her head. “Nothing, I’m just a bit surprised. You must have gotten it really good since you’re walking funny.”
Katara felt her face go beet red. “I am not walking funny!”
The Earthbender just snickered. “You can try and lie all you want, but my feet know the truth. You’re definitely walking funny, Sugar Queen. But hey, that’s a good thing, it means you got some real good lovin’, which was exactly what you needed.” She gave her a pointed look. “Come on, be honest, don’t you feel less stressed?”
Katara wished the earth would swallow her up about now. But she had to admit, she did feel less stressed. Completely stress free actually. In fact, aside from feeling embarrassed and exhausted right now, she felt better than she had ever felt in her entire life. Although something was telling her that she was going to be feeling rather sore tomorrow.
“Can we just go, please?” she practically begged. “I need a bath and a bed.”
Toph nodded. “Sure thing. Oh, by the way, you’re welcome for bringing you here. I told you that you needed to get laid.”
And there it was, the teasing she had anticipated. “Leaving, now!”
However, before she could, the woman behind the counter who had checked her in cleared her throat. “One moment, miss, before you go, there’s the matter of your payment.”
Turning away from Toph, Katara gave the woman a questioning look from behind her head covering. “What do you mean? We paid already. You said it was nonrefundable, remember?” She threw a dirty look at Toph. “It’s really the only reason why I went in.”
“Whatever,” the Earthbender muttered, resting her hands behind her head. “You know you loved it.”
The woman behind the counter nodded. “Yes, that was for the original rented time. Your friend paid for you to have the maximum reserved time of two hours, but as you were told at the beginning, you would be charged for any addition time you used our services for after your initial time. So you now owe us for the additional three hours you used.”
Katara’s mouth dropped open and her eyes grew so large she was surprised they didn’t pop out of her head. “Additional three– There is no way I was in there for five hours!”
The woman just raised an eyebrow before picking up a piece of paper and looking it over. “No, miss, I’m afraid you were.” She then motioned to several rows of numbered shelves behind her on the wall, on which there were numerous hourglasses, one above each number, and a string to each that ran into the wall. “After your initial two hours of allotted time, the bell to your room was rung to signify that your time was up, but you did not come out. It is our policy that we are to assume that that means you wish for more time rather than invade your privacy and inquire, so your hour glass was turned over again and your time written down.”
She reached up and gave a string a tug in demonstration. “We tug on these strings, which are attached to bells in each room to let our guests know that their time is up. We ring them again every hour after that and add an additional hour’s worth charge.” She picked up one of the hour glasses, presumably to the room Katara had been assigned to, and examined it. “You were our guest for approximately five hours and twenty minutes. So we require payment for the additional three hours.”
Katara stared, completely speechless. Five hours? She had really been back there for five hours? Not counting how long it had taken her and her lover to actually start having sex, had they really been going at it for so long? Was that even possible? Her lover had cum four times, and each of his recovery periods had only been about five to ten minutes. While it was true that she had completely lost track of time entirely, could they really have been capable of going at it for so long? Was that physically possible?
“It can’t be,” she said in disbelief. “There’s no way it was that long.”
A hand fell on her shoulder, and she turned to look at Toph. “Hate to break it to you, Sugar Queen, but it’s true. Since I paid, our host here informed me of when your time was up, as well as every hour that passed after that since that’s what they charge by. And, yeah, you were back there for five hours. Even I was impressed. Whoever you were bumping uglies with, they must have been really good in bed since you clearly didn’t want to stop.”
Katara went crimson again, but was still hung up on this shocking revelation. “B-But I didn’t hear the bell ring at all. Is it working properly? We shouldn’t be charged extra if the bell wasn’t working to let us know our time was up.”
“We test the bells for each new guest when we change the sheets after each guest finishes,” the woman explained. “So the bells are indeed working. But you would not be the first one to be so caught up with their partner that they don’t notice their bell ring.”
Katara blushed some more at that. While it was true that she had let herself get swept away with her lover, had she really been so lost in him that she hadn’t noticed the bell each time it rang? She tried to think back, and if she focused hard enough, she thought she might have noticed a ringing at one or two points, but she had been too caught up in passion to pay it any mind.
The thought of having been so wrapped up in pleasure that’s she had gone so far over her time was mortifying, and she buried her face in her hands. Next to her, she heard Toph sigh and give her shoulder a squeeze.
“Don’t worry about it, Sugar Queen,” she assured her, and Katara heard the smile in her voice. “I brought enough money to cover your extra time. It’s for a good cause after all, so it’s worth it. If you had gone past six hours, though, then we would have been in trouble, and I would have gone back there myself to get you.”
Katara just continued to keep her face buried in her hands as her Earthbender friend walked up to the counter and counted out the necessary funds that she handed to the woman, who graciously accepted it.
“Thank you so much for your business,” she said cheerfully. “We do hope to see you again.”
Toph glanced back at Katara, who was still hiding her face. “Yeah, I doubt we will. I don’t think we’ll be able to afford it.”
Katara made a small whimpering sound in embarrassment and buried her face even deeper into her hands. The woman behind the counter simply shrugged. “Well, perhaps you’ll change your mind when you have more funds. In the meantime, would your friend care to purchase some contraceptive herbs? We supply them here for our guests as a precaution.”
Toph blinked a few times and glanced back at Katara again. The Waterbender still didn’t remove her hands from her face, but she managed to give a small nod.
Sighing, Toph simply emptied the rest of her money pouch onto the counter. “Just keep the change.”

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“Uncle. Uncle. Wake up.”
Zuko gave the chair his uncle was sleeping in a light kick, and the former Dragon of the West awoke with a loud snort. “Huh? What? Oh, Prince Zu– I mean, Lee, you’re finished. How did it go?”
A light blush filled the Fire Prince’s cheeks. “It was… pleasant.” Then he scowled and motioned to the man behind the counter. “But this guy is trying to scam us. He’s saying I was back there for over five hours and that we owe him for the extra time.”
Rubbing his eyes, Iroh let out a yawn. “Oh, that’s no scam. You were indeed back there that long. He informed me of every hour passed your time that went by.”
Zuko could only stare at his uncle in disbelief. “Seriously?”
“Indeed,” Iroh confirmed. But then he smiled. “But that’s a good thing. It means you had a wonderful time with a nice lady.”
“Uncle,” Zuko growled. Then he lowered his voice. “Did you even bring enough money to cover all the extra time?”
“Of course!” Iroh said cheerfully. Then he too lowered his voice. “I know all about a Firebender’s stamina and prowess, so I came prepared.”
Zuko grumbled, running a hand over his face. Iroh just chuckled and went to pay the man behind the counter the additional funds that were owed.
“Thank you so very much!” the man exclaimed. “We hope you’ll come back to do business with us soon!”
Iroh smiled happily. “I just might do that. It certainly went well for my nephew.”
“Uncle!” Zuko snapped.
The former Dragon of the West turned to him and chuckled. “Well, it did, didn’t it?”
Zuko growled irritably. At least he tried to be irritable, but he felt lighter and more at peace than he could ever remember feeling, despite his frustration with his uncle. “Let’s just go.”
Without waiting for a reply, he made to leave. Iroh offered the man behind the counter a grateful bow before hurrying after his nephew out of the brothel, catching up to him before he disappeared into the crowd.
“Lee, not so fast. Why are you in such a hurry? Did you not enjoy yourself?”
“Whether I did or not is irrelevant,” Zuko remarked, deliberately not acknowledging just how much he had enjoyed himself. “And in the future, I would appreciate it if you didn’t bring me to such a place.”
“I told you before that there is no shame in accepting services others provide if they are willing,” Iroh told him. “I was only trying to help.”
“I don’t need that kind of help. If I wish to pursue a woman’s affections, be it romantic or merely carnal, I would like to do it on my own terms.”
Iroh sighed. “As you wish, my nephew.”
Zuko’s shoulders sank slightly as he felt somewhat guilty, and he hesitated for a few moments before saying, “But… thanks for caring.”
Iroh beamed. “Of course, Lee, it was my pleasure.” Then his smile became more mischievous. “So, how was your lady partner? I assume things went well for you two.”
Zuko felt his cheeks color and he refused to look at his uncle. “She was… really something.”
“Oh? How so?”
“I doubt I’ll ever find someone like her again, whoever she was.”
Iroh chuckled. “You don’t know that. There are so many lovely ladies all around you. And who knows, since you do not know the identity of your partner, you could end up meeting her again and never even know it.”
Zuko resisted the urge to snort. He fully intended to keep the fact that he had gone to a brothel to himself for the rest of his life, and he would make sure to let his uncle know that he wanted him to keep quiet about it too.
As for ever encountering his lover again, that was highly improbable. Ba Sing Se was such a big place full of so many people. The odds of him ever running into her again had to be astronomical. No, he was certain that he would never see her again.
Figuratively speaking of course.
THE END

(A/N: Oh, hey, you're still here. That means you made it to the end. Let me guess, you just couldn't walk away from the smut, could you? LOL, just kidding. I know this story was lengthy for a one-shot, but that's because the set-up took so long before we could to get to the good stuff, and even once I got Katara and Zuko together, it still took some coaxing to realistically get things moving along. But when things kicked off, they really kicked off. Zutara smut just really seems to be my specialty when it comes to writing lemons. What can I say, their chemistry just makes it so good to work with. Speaking of which, was it as good for you as it was for them? Kidding, that's impossible. But let me know what you did think, and I'll see you next time for more, because yes, I do have a few other Zutara lemons that I came up with but shelved, so keep an eye out for more in the future.)
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The Blind Brothel	By : moviefan Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Blind Brothel