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The Fire Nation’s royal archives smell of ancient parchment and sandalwood incense—a combination I’ve grown oddly fond of during my diplomatic visits. Tonight, the silence of these cavernous halls is broken only by the soft rustle of scrolls and the occasional crackle of the fireplace where Zuko sits across from me, his amber eyes reflecting the flames.
“I think we’ve earned a break,” Zuko says, stretching his arms above his head with a groan that makes his royal robes pull tight across his broad chest. “It’s past midnight.”
I massage my temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. “Just a few more trade agreements to review.”
“Katara.” His voice carries that gentle authority that makes me look up. He holds up a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. “Drink?”
I hesitate, then nod. A little Fire Nation whiskey might be exactly what I need to chase away thoughts of the empty bed waiting for me at the Southern Water Tribe embassy.
Zuko pours two generous portions into crystal glasses and hands me one.
“To successful negotiations,” he toasts.
“To not strangling each other over fishing rights,” I counter, taking a sip. The liquor burns pleasantly down my throat.
We sit in companionable silence for a moment, the fire casting dancing shadows across Zuko’s scarred face. He looks tired, I realize—the weight of a nation heavy on his shoulders.
“How is Aang?” he asks, and I nearly choke on my drink.
“Fine,” I say too quickly. “He’s... fine.”
Zuko raises an eyebrow, the skeptical expression so familiar it makes my chest ache. “Is everything okay between you two?”
I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “No. Not really.”
I take another sip, longer this time.
“We don’t see much of each other these days. He’s always traveling, rebuilding the Air Temples, teaching Air Nomad traditions to new Acolytes.” I swirl the amber liquid in my glass. “When he does come home, it’s like… he’s a stranger.”
“I’m sorry,” Zuko says, and he actually looks it. “I didn’t know.”
“There’s a lot people don’t know.” I sigh heavily, “When we are together, it’s like... I don’t know. Like he’s checking items off a list. Eat dinner, talk about our days, have sex, fall asleep.”
Zuko’s expression softens. “That doesn’t sound very... satisfying.”
A bitter laugh escapes me. “The sex is awful, Zuko. He just... finishes as quickly as possible and then seems disappointed when I’m not pregnant the next month.”
The confession hangs in the air between us. I’ve never admitted this to anyone, not even to Suki.
“I take contraceptive tea,” I continue, the whiskey loosening my tongue. “I can’t—I won’t be stuck raising children alone while he’s off playing the Avatar." I swallow the lump forming in my throat, "Is that selfish of me?”
“No,” he says firmly. “It’s practical.”
The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable, but it’s heavy. Zuko refills both our glasses, taking a long sip from his.
Zuko stares into the fire, his jaw tight. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
The words, spoken so softly, make tears prick at my eyes, and I blink them away furiously.
“What about you?” I ask, desperate to change the subject. “Anyone warming the Fire Lord’s bed these days?”
His expression darkens. “No. Not since Mai left.”
That catches me off guard. “Really? Two years? No sex?”
He nods, looking almost embarrassed. “Even then, it wasn’t... she would just lie there like a dead fish.”
I can’t help the shocked laugh that escapes me. “I’m sorry, that’s terrible.”
He smiles, “Don’t apologize for the truth.” He takes another long drink. “It was like making love to a statue. No matter what I tried or suggested, she just… wanted to lay there doing nothing.”
“But...” I hesitate, “You’re the Fire Lord. Haven’t you... I mean, with servants or staff? Or even the red light district girls?”
Zuko looks at me with those golden eyes, and for a moment, I think he might not answer. Then he shrugs, the firelight catching the angles of his face.
“I’ve thought about it,” he admits, his voice low. “But no one has caught my attention. Mai... honestly, she never really caught my attention. I liked her when we were kids, and I stayed with her because—I don't know—I felt like I was supposed to.”
He swirls his drink, watching the amber liquid cling to the crystal.
“She was funny sometimes, and she understood the strain of being Fire nation nobility. And… I mean… She was pretty, sure, but she was such a bitch—like all of the time.”
I laugh before I can stop myself, the sound echoing in the archives. “Oh, Spirits, I’ve always thought that! I just never said it.”
“You never had to.” He smiles again, and it transforms his entire face. “I knew you were all thinking it too.”
We burst into laughter together, him mocking Mai's sullen expression and emotionless scowl. He has me clutching my sides when he pulls his long hair into mock buns on top of his head with his hands.
“You have a nice laugh, Katara,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s... bright. Real.”
My laughter fades as my cheeks flush to when feels like a deep crimson.
“Thanks,” I mumble, suddenly very interested in the pattern on my glass.
“I mean it.” He leans forward, the fire casting half his face in shadow, half in golden light. “Everything about you is so... vibrant. When you walk into a room, it’s like the air changes.”
“Zuko...” I whisper, my heart racing.
He refills our glasses, his fingers brushing against mine. “Your turn. What do you like about me?”
The question catches me off guard.
“I like your laugh too,” I admit. “And your warmth. Your eyes—how they change with your mood.” I’m babbling now, and the whiskey isn’t helping. “You understand my anger, support it even. And you make me feel... seen, in ways no one else does.”
The word hangs between us, and I watch his throat work as he swallows.
“We’re a pair, aren’t we?” He raises his glass. “To unsatisfied diplomats.”
I clink my glass against his. “To terrible sex lives.”
We drink deeply, and I feel the alcohol warming my blood. Zuko’s eyes never leave mine.
“I’ve never told anyone this,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve always wondered what it would be like... to just 'hook up' with someone. Like how Tai Lee does.”
“I’ve thought about that too,” I whisper, “Sometimes, when Aang is... finishing too quickly, I imagine someone else.”
“Someone else?” Zuko’s voice is rough.
“Someone who would take their time.” I meet his gaze, emboldened by the whiskey. “Someone who would make sure I’m satisfied too.”
Zuko’s hand finds mine, his thumb tracing circles on my palm.
“I would,” he says simply. “If it were me, I’d make sure you came first. Every time.”
The directness of his words sends a shiver down my spine. “Is that a promise, Fire Lord?”
“It’s a guarantee.”
I laugh, a little breathlessly. “Maybe this whiskey is getting to us.”
I take a longer drink, emptying my glass, trying to buy myself a moment.
“I think you need another drink,” Zuko says with a smirk, reaching for the decanter.
The whiskey sloshes generously as he pours, his fingers brushing mine again.
“Getting me drunk, Fire Lord?” I tease, leaning over to refill his glass too.
“Just making sure you’re comfortable,” he replies, his amber eyes never leaving mine as we clink glasses again. “You deserve to feel good.”
We drink again, and this time the burn is sweet, welcome. The archives seem smaller now, the space between us charged with something electric.
“You know,” I say, emboldened by the alcohol and the darkness of the archives, “maybe we should try each other out.” I giggle, covering my mouth with my hand. “See if we could do a better job pleasing each other than... well, you know.”
Zuko’s expression shifts, hunger replacing amusement. He sets his glass down with deliberate care, then leans forward until I can feel his breath on my face.
“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’d make sure you enjoyed every second of it, Katara." He considers me a moment, golden eyes holding my blue, "Though I must warn you, I have... particular tastes.”
My breath catches. “What kind of tastes?”
He moves closer, his lips brushing my ear as he whispers, “I like to be in control. To make my partner beg. To taste her until she’s screaming my name.”
Heat floods my face, but I don’t pull away. I lean into him, my body responding to his words with a warm flush.
“I’d take my time with you,” he continues, his hand resting on my knee, sliding slowly up my thigh. “I’d have you on your hands and knees, worshiping you from behind. I’d eat your pussy until you squirt all over my face.”
“Zuko,” I gasp, shocked by his explicit words—yet undeniably aroused.
“I’d make you come until you passed out,” he promises, his fingers tracing circles on my inner thigh. “And then I’d wake you up by doing it all over again.”
I should stop this. I should remember that I’m with Aang, that this is wrong. But Zuko’s touch feels too good, his words too intoxicating.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Tell me exactly what you like. What turns you on when you’re alone at night?”
The archives are spinning slightly now, the whiskey and desire making me dizzy.
For a moment, I want to retreat behind my usual defenses. But the alcohol has dissolved my caution, and Zuko’s intense golden gaze makes me feel safe enough to be honest.
“I want...” I swallow hard, “I want to not be in charge of everything and everyone for once. To just... let go.” The confession spills out before I can stop it. “To—To have someone take care of me so completely that I don’t have to think or plan or direct—Or worry about anything and everything. I want to not be in control for once.”
My voice drops to barely a whisper.
“I want someone to take care of me. To make me feel... to let me just feel.”
Zuko’s pupils dilate, his breath catching audibly. A low growl rumbles from his chest that sends heat pooling between my thighs.
“Fuck,” he whispers, leaning closer. “Do you have any idea how much that turns me on? The thought of you surrendering completely to me? Of watching you come undone because I’ve taken away all your control?”
I blush deeply, my skin flushing hot. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”
“I’m honored you trust me enough.” His hand moves to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “I’d make sure you never had to think again. I’d take such good care of you, Katara. I’d tie you up, blindfold you, so all you could do was feel.”
My breath hitches as his words paint vivid pictures in my mind.
“You have no idea how badly I want to tie you up and make you beg,” he continues, his hand sliding higher up my thigh, making me gasp. “To watch you come undone while I tell you exactly what a good girl you are for me.”
“Zuko,” I breathe, shocked at how his words make me ache.
“I’d eat your pretty pussy until you begged me to stop,” he continues, his voice a seductive rumble. “And then I’d make you come again just to show you who’s in charge.”
The alcohol has dissolved my inhibitions completely now, and I find myself craving his touch, his lips.
“I’d have you on your knees, worshiping my cock while I praise you for how pretty you look with your lips stretched around me,” he whispers, “Would you like that, Katara? To be my good girl?”
I lean forward and press my lips to his. The kiss is tentative at first, gentle, questioning. But then Zuko’s hand slides into my curls, gripping firmly as he takes control of the kiss. His mouth moves against mine as if I’m the air he needs to breathe. I moan softly as his tongue parts my lips, tasting of Fire Nation whiskey. His free hand slides down to my waist, pulling me closer until I’m practically in his lap.
I slide my hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the silk of his robes. His heart pounds against my palm, fast and strong.
“Zuko,” I gasp when he breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw. “We shouldn’t—“
“We absolutely should,” he counters, his breath hot against my neck. “Unless you want me to stop?”
The question hangs between us. I know this is the moment I should pull away, should remember my commitments, my responsibilities, Aang.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whisper before I can reconsider.
I move to straddle his lap, my knees pressing into the soft cushion. His eyes widen, that golden amber darkening with desire.
“You’re sure about this, Katara?” he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my entire body.
Instead of answering, I grab his face and pull him into a kiss. This time, there’s no hesitation. Zuko responds with a guttural growl. His tongue plunges into my mouth, claiming me with an intensity that makes my head spin.
“Fuck, you taste so good, Katara.” he growls against my lips.
His hands slide up to the sash of my robe. With one sharp tug, he loosens it, letting the blue and silver embroidered fabric fall open. His mouth leaves mine, trailing hot kisses down my neck, my collarbone, tasting each new patch of exposed skin.
I arch into him, desperate for more contact.
“I’m going to worship every inch of you,” he promises, his voice thick with desire. He parts my robe completely, exposing my small breasts to his hungry golden gaze. “So fucking beautiful.”
His hands cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples until they harden into tight peaks. I gasp at the sensation, so different from Aang’s tentative touches.
“That’s it,” Zuko murmurs, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “Let me hear you, pretty girl."
He lowers his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. The heat of his tongue makes me cry out as he sucks hard, then grazes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. It’s rough, almost painful, but in the most delicious way.
“Zuko!” I gasp, my fingers tangling into his long dark hair.
“Good girl,” he praises, switching to the other breast, giving it the same rough attention. “Taking my mouth so well. You’re going to come on my tongue before this night is over, Princess.”
His words send a jolt of arousal straight to my pussy. I grind against him, the hard outline of his cock evident even through his robes. The friction is maddening, not enough but somehow still overwhelming.
“Keep going,” he encourages, one hand sliding down to grip my hip, guiding my movements. “Ride me. Show me how much you want this.”
I move more deliberately now, my pussy grinding against his hardness as he continues to suck and bite at my breasts. The dual sensation is intoxicating, building a pressure low in my belly that grows with each rock of my hips.
“I can feel how wet you are through these robes,” he groans, his hand tightening on my hip. “You’re going to come just from this, aren’t you? Just from grinding on my cock while I suck your perfect tits.”
“Yes,” I moan, the pressure building rapidly. “Oh Spirits, Zuko.”
The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I cry out his name—“Zuko!”—my body convulsing as pleasure radiates through me.
His strong hands grip my hips, continuing to grind me against his hardness, extending the sensations until I’m trembling and gasping.
“That’s it, Princess,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “Take what you need. You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
He doesn’t stop, prolonging my pleasure until tears spring to my eyes.
“Such a good girl for me.”
I collapse against his chest, boneless—Zuko has other plans.
He stands, lifting me with him as if I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the large table where we’ve been reviewing trade agreements all evening. Knocking scrolls and parchment onto the floor with a sweep of his arm.
“I can’t wait another second to taste that perfect pussy,” he says, laying me across the polished wood.
His golden eyes are dark with hunger as he yanks my robe completely off, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of blue and silver.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze raking over my naked body. “So wet for me already.”
The way he looks at me—with reverence and hunger—makes me feel powerful. He trails a finger through my wet pussy, showing it to me before bringing it to his lips.
“Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined,” he groans. “Such a good girl, getting so wet for me.”
He drops to his knees between my spread thighs. The first swipe of his tongue across my sensitive flesh makes me arch off the table.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he moans against me, the vibrations adding to my pleasure.
His tongue circles my clit with expert precision—broad strokes and focused flicks that have me gripping the edge of the table. He alternates between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue inside me. The sensation is overwhelming as his mouth pushes me toward another climax. I can feel it building, tightening in my lower belly.
“I’m going to come again,” I gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair.
“Not yet,” he commands, pulling back just enough to make me whimper. “You’ll come when I say.”
“But I need—“ I protest, my voice breaking as he resumes his assault on my pussy.
His tongue makes obscene wet sounds against my sensitive flesh, loud and sloppy in the quiet archives.
“Please, Zuko,” I beg, my hips bucking against his face. “Let me come. I need it so bad.”
He pulls back just enough to look up at me, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Not yet, Princess. You’ll come when I decide you’ve earned it.”
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them against that sweet spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of my soaked pussy fills the room, mixing with my moans and his satisfied growls.
“Listen to how wet you are for me,” he groans, “Such a slutty little pussy, dripping all over my hand. You’ve been desperate for this, haven’t you? Desperate for someone to use you properly.”
“Yes,” I gasp, his words sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. “I’ve been so empty. So needy.”
“You’re perfect like this,” he praises, his tongue returning to my clit while his fingers continue their relentless assault. “Taking my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me.”
“Zuko, please,” I whimper, my voice high and desperate. “I can’t—I’m going to—please let me come.”
He growls against me—deliberately not answering—the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue becomes more frantic, more primal, like he’s starving and I’m his only source of nourishment. The sounds grow louder, more obscene as he devours me like a man possessed.
“Please,” I beg again, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Let me come. I need to come so bad.”
“Now,” he commands, his voice a dark rumble. “Come for me now, Princess.”
The permission is all I need. My orgasm crashes through me with devastating force. My back arches off the table and I feel a warm gush of fluid as my body convulses.
“Fuck,” Zuko groans, sounding absolutely delighted. “You’re squirting for me. Such a perfect, messy little Princess.”
He laps at me with enthusiastic growls, drinking me in like he can’t get enough. His tongue continues to work my oversensitive clit, extending my orgasm until I’m sobbing. I can barely form coherent thoughts as he continues to worship me, his tongue gentler now but no less determined.
“Look at you, coming apart on my tongue. I knew you’d be perfect like this.”
He’s relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, his tongue tracing patterns across my sensitive flesh that have me arching off the table again within minutes. My thighs tremble around his head, my fingers tangled in his dark hair, as he devours me like a man starved.
“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not sure what I’m begging for—release or mercy or more. “Zuko, I can’t—“
“Don’t tell me what you can’t do,” he growls, “Your pleasure belongs to me now, Princess.”
My hips buck against his mouth as he circles my clit with agonizing slowness, building the pressure once more. His fingers return inside me, curling against that spot that makes my vision blur.
“Zuko, I’m going to—“ My words cut off as another orgasm crashes through me, my body convulsing beneath his relentless mouth.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s three. Can you give me another?”
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I lose count as he continues to pleasure me, each climax blurring into the next. My world narrows to nothing but his mouth on my pussy, his fingers inside me, his voice commanding me to come again and again. The archives echo with my moans, my cries, my desperate pleas for more even as my body trembles with oversensitivity.
“Such a perfect little slut,” he murmurs, “Taking my tongue so well. Look how wet you are for me.”
My body feels like it’s floating, disconnected from reality, existing only in this bubble of pleasure he’s created for me.
“Zuko,” I gasp when he pulls back slightly, giving my trembling body a moment’s respite. “Please. I need you. I need your cock.”
His eyes darken to molten gold, his lips glistening with my arousal.
“Is that what you want, Princess? You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Please.”
“Beg me,” he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “Beg like the good girl you are.”
“Please, Zuko. I need your cock inside me." I whimper, "I’ve been so empty, so desperate. I’ve been thinking about this for so long—about you filling me, stretching me." The words flood out, encouraged by his intensely hungry eyes, "I need it so bad. Please, I’m just a worthless slut without you inside me.”
The words make us both moan, sending a fresh wave of arousal through my spent body.
“Please,” I continue, emboldened by his reaction. “I’m just a pathetic little whore who needs your cock. I need to feel you pounding into me, claiming me. I’ve been so good, haven’t I? I’ve come for you so many times. Please reward your Princess.”
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Zuko growls, his composure finally shattering. “Since you’ve begged so prettily...”
He rises to his full height, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart race. He tears at his formal Fire Nation robes, the expensive fabric ripping. Buttons pop and scatter across the floor as he practically shreds the garment off his body.
His chest is a masterpiece of hard planes and corded muscle, the pale golden skin marked with the occasional scar. The lightning scar sits at the center of his chest from when he protected me against his sisters wrath.
“You look delicious,” he says, his voice rough with need. “Spread out and waiting for me like a feast.”
I can’t help but stare as he steps out of his pants, his cock springing free—thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip. It’s so much larger than anything I’ve experienced before.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands in a rough voice. “Show me that pretty pussy that’s been begging for my cock.”
I comply, opening my legs as wide as I can, my body trembling. Zuko positions himself between my thighs, his cock—thick and flushed—pressing against my entrance.
“You’re mine now,” he growls, and with one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me.
I scream his name, the stretch burning deliciously as he fills me completely. There’s no gentle introduction, no slow build—just the immediate, overwhelming sensation of him claiming me, taking me, possessing me.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re tight,” he groans. His hips snap forward, setting a punishing pace that has me gasping. “So wet for me. So fucking perfect.”
Each thrust pushes the air from my lungs, the table beneath us creaking dangerously with the force of his movements. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to take him deeper, to feel more of him inside me.
“That’s it,” he pants, his voice a dark rumble that vibrates through my entire body. “Take all of me. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
His words send a fresh wave of pleasure through me, a heady cocktail that has me moaning. He leans over me, one hand braced beside my head while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise.
“You’re clenching down on me so well,” he praises, his breath hot against my ear. “Squeezing my cock like the desperate little whore you are.”
The pressure builds , my body responding to his like it was made for him. He thrusts harder, deeper, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside me with each movement.
“Zuko!” I scream as the orgasm crashes through me, my pussy clamping down around his cock. “Oh spirits, yes!”
“That’s it,” he growls, not slowing his pace even as I convulse around him. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel how good I make you feel.”
My release seems endless, each wave triggering the next as he continues his relentless pace.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the archives, mixing with my desperate moans and his guttural growls.
“You feel so fucking good around me Princess,” he praises, one hand sliding up to grip my hair, pulling my head back. “The great Waterbending Master, taking the Fire Lord's cock like a whore.”
“Yes,” I gasp, “I’m your whore, Zuko. Only yours.”
The orgasm hits like a tidal wave, my pussy clenching around his cock as another gush of warmth squirts from me. But Zuko doesn’t slow his pace. If anything, he drives into me harder, extending my climax until I’m sobbing with pleasure.
“You’re not done,” he growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulls out of me completely.
Before I can protest the sudden emptiness, he flips me, turning me onto my hands and knees on the table.
“I want to see that perfect ass while I fuck you from behind.”
I position myself, my ass raised toward him, wiggling my hips in invitation.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he murmurs, his voice a dark rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “Look how it’s still gaping for me. So desperate for my cock.”
I moan at his words, pressing into his hand where he's gripping my hip.
“That’s it,” he praises, his hand coming down on my ass with a sharp slap that makes me gasp. “Perfect little position for a perfect little slut.”
He slides in slowly this time, making me feel every inch as he fills me completely, this angle allowing him to go even deeper than before. My arms tremble beneath me as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust driving me forward on the polished surface.
“You like this, don’t you?” he hisses, one hand gripping my curls, pulling my head back. “Being used like a common whore. Being fucked on a table like you’re nothing but a hole for me to fill.”
“Yes,” I gasp, the degradation mixing with the pleasure in a way that makes my head spin. “I’m just a hole for you, Zuko. Your personal fucktoy.”
He groans at my words, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “That’s right. My perfect little fucktoy. Taking my cock so well.”
The wet, sloppy sounds of our fucking sounds so lewd. Obscene and arousing.
“Listen to how wet you are for me Princess,” he groans, “Fuck, you’re dripping all over my cock.”
He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back.
“Your pussy is so wet for me,” he growls, “Listen to how you squelch around my cock. Such a messy, desperate little thing.”
He pulls my head back, forcing my spine into a deep arch as he whispers in my ear.
“You’re mine now,” he hisses, his voice a dark promise. “My good girl, my Princess, my perfect little slut. Taking my cock so well.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my pussy clenching around him. “All yours, Zuko. I’m all yours.”
“That’s right,” he growls, his pace increasing. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I moan, louder this time. “Your good girl, your Princess, your perfect slut. I exist only for your pleasure.”
He rewards me with a particularly deep thrust that has me crying out. His free hand slides around to my clit, rubbing tight circles that match the rhythm of his hips.
“You’re going to come for me again,” he commands. “I want to feel you squirt all over my cock like the desperate little whore you are.”
The pressure builds immediately, my body responding to his words like it was made for him. I can feel my inner muscles clenching rhythmically as I approach the edge.
“Zuko,” I whimper, my voice breaking. “I’m going to—I can’t—“
“You can and you will,” he growls, his fingers working faster against my clit. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
I feel myself gush around his cock, the warm fluid running down my thighs as my body convulses. The sensation is so intense I scream, my voice echoing off the walls.
“Fuck!” Zuko roars, his rhythm faltering as my release pulses around him. “That’s it, Princess. Let me feel it. Such a perfect little thing, squirting all over my cock.”
He continues to thrust through my climax, extending the pleasure until I’m sobbing from the intensity. I can feel him growing harder inside me, his movements becoming more erratic. I can see wisps of steam rising off his arms and chest as he gets closer to falling over the edge.
“Going to fill you up,” he pants, his voice rough with need. “Going to breed this perfect little pussy with my seed.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me, the taboo of his claim making me clench around him. I can feel him swelling, his cock pulsing as he drives deeper.
“Take it,” he commands, his voice a harsh growl in my ear. “Take every drop like a good little slut.”
With a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself fully inside me. I feel the hot rush of his come flooding me, marking me from the inside out. I see a path of small blue flames spark across his chest and shoulders, the heat licks against my skin in a spark of warmth—Beautiful, like him—controlled, so as not to burn.
I moan as he fills me, the sensation of being claimed in such an intimate way making my head spin.
“That’s it,” he groans, his hips jerking with his orgasm, “Take my seed like a good girl. You’re made for this—made to be filled by me. Look at you, dripping with my come. Such a perfect little Princess.”
He continues to thrust shallowly, milking himself inside me, ensuring not a drop is wasted. The feeling of being so thoroughly filled, so completely claimed, triggers another small orgasm that has me trembling beneath him.
I whimper as he continues to pump into me, his cock still rock hard even after his release. The fullness is intoxicating, his seed warm and wet inside me.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence despite the filthy words. “So perfect, taking my seed so well. You’re mine now, Katara. No one else will ever make you feel like this.”
He pulls out for a moment before he turns and lifts me off the table. My legs wrapping around his hips as he impales me on his cock once more. He carries me across the archives, his cock still buried deep inside me, until my back presses against a bookshelf.
“Hold on,” he commands, his voice rough with hunger.
I grip his shoulders as he begins to move again, thrusting up into me. The bookshelf rattles behind me, ancient scrolls tumble down around us.
“Fuck Zuko,” I gasp, my head falling back against the shelf. “You’re still so hard.”
“Quiet,” he commands, his hand covering my mouth. “Do you want the entire Palace to hear what a whore you are?”
The words make me moan against his palm, my pussy squeezing down on his cock.
“You feel even tighter now Princess,” he growls, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble that makes me melt. “Filled with my seed, stretched around my cock.”
The obscene squelching sounds as he moves make me blush.
“Listen to that,” he hisses, his pace increasing. “Hear how well you take me? How wet and messy you are for me?”
He removes his hand from my mouth only to grip my throat, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse point.
“I'm going to make you come again,” he promises, his golden eyes blazing. “Going to make you scream for me.”
He continues to thrust into me, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain as he worships my overstimulated body. The room spins around me, reality narrowing to nothing but the sensation of him inside me, claiming me, possessing me.
“Such a sweet Princess,” he murmurs, “Taking my cock so well. Such a perfect little slut.”
I can’t form words anymore, reduced to incoherent sounds as he drives deeper. His hand tightens around my throat, not cutting off my air but reminding me who’s in control.
“I’m going to break you,” he promises, his voice a dark rumble against my ear. “Going to ruin you for anyone else.”
His words send a shiver down my spine , my thighs tightening around his hips as another orgasm crashes through me. I grind my hips against his, chasing the high.
“I'm going to fill you up again Princess,” he promises, that steam rising from his chest again. “Going to mark you from the inside out.”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming. “I need it. Need you to fill me.”
“That’s it,” he groans, “Beg for it like the good girl you are.”
“Please, Zuko,” I beg, my pussy clamping down around him. “I need your seed. Need to feel you claim me. Please, I’m just an empty little hole without you inside me.”
His rhythm stutters, his cock pulsing as he drives deep.
“Take it,” he commands, his voice a harsh growl.
I feel the hot rush flooding me all over again, his seed mixing with my own arousal as he empties himself. Blue flames dance over his shoulders and chest, a deep guttural growl coming from him as his eyes roll back for a moment. The sensation triggers another orgasm that has me trembling against the bookshelf, my body oversensitive.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking with each pulse. “Such a perfect little slutty Princess.”
With a growl, he pulls out of me, letting his come drip down my thighs in warm rivulets. He ensures I'm steady on my feet before stepping back.
“On your knees,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I slide down his body, my knees hitting the cold stone floor. I look up at him, the hunger in his golden eyes makes my breath catch.
A dark smile spreads across his face. “Beg for it, Princess.”
“Please,” I say immediately, my voice small and desperate. “Please let me taste you, Zuko. I need your cock in my mouth. I need to feel you down my throat.”
“Such a perfect little slut,” he praises, his hand tangling in my curls. “So eager to please me.”
He guides his cock to my lips, still slick from my pussy and his come. I open my mouth, letting him slide past my lips. The taste of him makes me moan around his length.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his hips jerking forward. “The great Waterbending Master, on her knees with the Fire Lords cock down her throat.”
His words sends sparks of pleasure through me. I take him deeper, and his grip on my hair tightens, guiding my movements with firm control.
“Your mouth was made for this,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “Made to worship my cock.”
I look up at him through my lashes, taking more of him with each slow thrust, giving me time to adjust.
He groans at the sight, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s it Princess. Take me deeper.”
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, using my tongue to trace the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and I feel him hit the back of my throat.
“Spirits, Katara,” he moans, his voice breaking. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
His praise makes me moan around him, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. I can taste myself on him—the mingled flavors of our desire creating a heady cocktail that makes me want more. I reach up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in my palm as I continue to suck.
I hold eye contact as I take him as deep as I can. The sight of him towering over me, his golden eyes blazing, his face—flushed with pleasure, his scarred features softened by desire—makes my pussy clench with need. His cock slides deeper, hitting the back of my throat until I gag slightly.
I relax my throat, allowing him to push even deeper until his pelvis meets my face. Tears stream down my cheeks as I look up at him with desire and adoration.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he growls, his hips beginning to move in short, controlled thrusts. “Your lips stretched around my cock, tears in your eyes. The perfect little cocksucker.”
The praise mixed with degradation sends sparks of pleasure through me. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as he pulls back, then relaxing to take him deep again. My hands grip his thighs, steadying myself as he sets a rhythm that has me gasping around him.
“Use your tongue,” he commands, his voice rough with need.
I comply, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock on each upward stroke. The taste of him is intoxicating. I moan around his length, the vibration making his breath catch.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Taking me so deep. Your throat feels incredible.”
I take him deeper, faster, my jaw aching—my desire to please him overwhelming any discomfort. My hands move to grip his ass, pulling him closer with each thrust, wanting to take every inch he has to give.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he warns, his voice dropping to that dangerous rumble that makes my entire body flush with heat. “Don’t you dare stop me.”
His grip on my hair tightens. He begins to thrust with purpose, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with obscene wet sounds. My throat relaxes to accommodate him, tears streaming down my face as he uses my mouth.
“Such a messy Princess,” he groans, his free hand coming down to cup my cheek. “So beautiful taking my cock. Such a perfect little thing.”
His words of praise mixed with the rough treatment make me moan around him, the vibration sending shudders through his powerful frame. I can feel him growing harder, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
“I'm going to come down your throat, Princess,” he warns, his voice strained. “You're going to swallow every drop.”
I feel his cock pulse against my tongue, the first hot spurt flooding my mouth.
“Fuck, Katara,” he moans my name, his hips jerking as he empties himself down my throat. “That’s it, Princess. Take it all.”
I swallow eagerly, not wanting to waste any, my tongue working to milk every last bit of pleasure from him. The taste is salty and bitter, but I don’t care—it’s Zuko, and I want all of him.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Took every drop like a perfect little slut.”
He pulls back gently, allowing me to breathe. I gasp for air, my lips swollen and red, a thin strand of come connecting my mouth to his cock.
“You’re an incredible little mess.” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my lower lip.
I slump against his thigh, every muscle trembling with exhaustion. My jaw aches, my thighs are sticky with our mingled release, and I’m fairly certain my voice is going to be scratchy tomorrow.
Zuko’s expression softens as he looks down at me. He carefully lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as if I’m made of the most delicate glass.
“You did so well, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice transformed from the commanding growl of moments ago to something tender and reverent. “My perfect girl. Taking everything I gave you.”
I can only make a soft sound of contentment as he carries me through the archives, past the scattered scrolls and our abandoned clothing. The cool air hits my flushed skin as he navigates through the palace corridors, but I barely notice, lost in a haze of satisfaction and exhaustion.
“Almost there,” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’m going to take care of you now, Katara.”
He carries me into his private chambers, through the large sitting room, through his bedroom, and directly into an adjoining bathroom.
He lowers me carefully onto a cushioned bench and begins to prepare the bath, turning the knobs and testing the temperature. He fills the tub with steaming water before adding oils that release the soothing scent of sandalwood into the air.
“Thank you,” I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming his name.
He turns to me, his golden eyes filled with tenderness. “Thank you, Katara. You were incredible.” He kneels before me, taking my hands in his. “Are you okay? Was everything we did... was it all right?”
I nod sleepily.
“More than all right,” I murmur. “Never felt so... so...”
“Good?” he supplies with a small smile.
“Yes.” I lean forward, resting my forehead against his. “You were... amazing.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up Princess,” Zuko says, his voice so gentle it makes my heart ache.
He lifts me again and places me carefully into the deliciously warm water. I sigh as the heat envelops my sore muscles. Zuko kneels beside the tub, focused as he takes a soft cloth and begins to wash me. His touch is reverent, moving in slow circles across my skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he cleans between my thighs, his touch gentle, mindful of the sensitivity.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by how beautiful he is. His scarred face is softened in the warm light of the bathroom, his amber eyes kind.
“Zuko,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his cheek. “This is nice.”
He smiles, his thumb tracing small circles on my shoulder.
“You were so good for me tonight. So perfect.” His voice is soft as he continues to wash me. “Thank you for trusting me, for letting me take care of you.”
I feel myself melting further into the warm water, my body heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion. Zuko’s gentle hands work through my hair now, massaging my scalp as he rinses away any remnants of our passion.
“You’re doing wonderfully,” he murmurs, supporting my weight as he helps me sit up. “Just a little more, and then we’ll get you to bed.”
The water sloshes gently as he continues his care. I watch through half-closed eyes as he tends to me with such focused attention, as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“There,” he says finally, his voice warm with satisfaction. “All clean.”
He eases me to lay back against the tub, ensuring I don't slide beneath the water before stepping over to the sink. He's quick, washing himself with a rag and the running water, his muscles flexing and relaxing with his movements. Returning to my side, he places a gentle kiss to my temple.
Zuko helps me stand on trembling legs, wrapping a large, soft towel around me before lifting me into his arms again. I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.
“Katara,” he whispers as he carries me back into the bedroom. “Are you really okay? I said a lot of things, and did a lot of things… and… Are you alright?”
I nod sleepily, unable to form the words to express how thoroughly perfect it was. My body feels like liquid, my mind floating in a haze of contentment.
“I’m glad,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I needed to make sure.”
Zuko sets me gently on the edge of his bed, the crimson silk cool against my skin. He helps me into one of his large tunics, the crimson fabric falling well past my thighs. It smells like him—sandalwood and fire and Zuko.
I watch as he quickly pulls on a pair of loose sleeping pants before climbing into bed beside me. He pulls me against his chest, one strong arm wrapped protectively around my waist.
“You did so well tonight,” he murmurs, his hand tracing soothing patterns on my back. “Taking everything I gave you. Being so brave and open with me.” His fingers trace gentle circles between my shoulder blades. “You’re incredible, Katara. The strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
I nestle deeper into his embrace, my eyes growing heavier with each gentle word.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he promises, his voice a gentle rumble beneath my ear. “Always. Whenever you need me.”
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Waking to golden rays of light, my body aches in the most pleasant way. Something solid and warm lies next to me. I'm in the Fire Lord’s chambers. Zuko’s bed. Wrapped in his tunic, tangled in his sheets.
Reality crashes down with brutal clarity.
I sit up quickly, the motion making my body protest in ways that remind me exactly what happened last night. Every muscle aches, every sensitive spot throbs with memory. The sheets fall away, revealing the dark bruises on my hips where Zuko gripped me with such force.
“Oh Spirits,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from screaming.
I swallow hard, my throat still sore from his cock.
This wasn’t fair to Zuko. He only did this because I complained about my terrible sex life with Aang. Oh Spirits, I've ruined our friendship all because I couldn't keep my damned mouth shut.
Zuko stirs beside me, his dark hair falling across his scarred face. Even in sleep, he looks regal—the Fire Lord at peace. But what I’ve done... what we’ve done...
This is Zuko. My friend. The man who understands me better than anyone, who has always been there when I needed him. And I’ve just fucked up everything because I was drunk and lonely and selfish.
He was just taking care of me—again. That’s what Zuko does—fixes problems, helps people. I came to him with my problems, and he provided a solution, because that’s who he is.
Not because he actually wanted me.
The thought makes my stomach clench with shame.
“Katara?” Zuko’s voice is rough with sleep, his golden eyes blinking open. They widen slightly when he sees my expression. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I... no. I’m not okay.” I can’t meet his gaze. My fingers twist in the crimson fabric of his borrowed tunic. “I took advantage of you.”
“Took advantage?” Zuko sounds genuinely confused.
“I shouldn’t have suggested we—-last night.” My voice comes out small, embarrassed. “I’m so so sorry, Zuko. This was a mistake, I was selfish, and I put you in a—”
“A mistake?” He sits up, the sheets pooling around his waist, revealing the muscular chest I worshipped with my hands just hours ago. “Katara, look at me.”
I force myself to meet his eyes, my cheeks burning.
“Do you regret what happened?” he asks, his voice gentle but direct.
My body throbs with the memory of his touch, his commands, his praise. The way he made me feel—seen, desired, completely undone.
“No,” I admit quietly. “That’s the problem. I don’t regret it at all—but I should. You were drunk, and I was complaining about Aang, and you were just... being you. Taking care of me. You’re my friend, Zuko. My best friend. And I’m with Aang. And—“
“Hey,” he interrupts softly, “We were both drunk. We both admitted to having unsatisfying sex lives. Things just... happened.”
“That’s true." I agree with a sigh.
“And what happened was... nice,” he adds, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. “Very nice.”
I nod, “It was amazing. But you’re my best friend. I don’t want to ruin that.” I say again.
“We won’t,” he says firmly. “We’re adults. We can handle this maturely.”
Zuko runs a hand through his hair, the movement making the muscles in his arm flex.
“We were both drunk,” he repeats carefully. “And we did confess some pretty intimate things...” A small smile touches his lips. “Besides I wouldn’t say I was 'just taking care of you.’”
Relief floods through me at his words. “Really?”
“Really.” His expression turns serious. “Last night was incredible, Katara. But you're right—I don’t want to lose our friendship over this. You’re too important to me.”
“I don’t want that either,” I say quickly. “You’re the only person who truly understands me.”
We sit in silence for a long moment. The morning light streams through the windows, highlighting the marks on my skin that tell of how thoroughly he’d claimed me last night.
“So what do we do now?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “We can’t just pretend nothing happened… Can we?”
Zuko’s golden eyes meet mine, his expression thoughtful. “We could try. But I don’t think either of us wants to do that.”
“No,” I admit, "I definitely don’t want to pretend last night didn’t happen. It was...” I search for the right word, “transformative.”
His lips quirk into a smile. “That’s one way to put it.”
“But we’re friends,” I say again, my voice stronger now. “The best of friends. And I don’t want to lose that. I don't want to lose you over one drunken night.”
“Neither do I,” he says quickly. “You’re the one person who’s never judged me, who’s always seen past the scar and the throne.”
We can’t go back, but we can’t move forward in the traditional sense either. Not when I’m still with Aang, and he has an entire nation to run, when our lives are so complicated.
“What if we had an arrangement?”
I suggest, the idea forming even as I speak it.
“When I visit you here in the Fire Nation, or if we're in the same place while traveling, if we’re both wanting it, we could... have sex.” Heat rises to my cheeks. “Not a relationship. No strings attached. No complicated emotions. Just two friends taking care of each other’s needs.”
The silence stretches between us as Zuko considers my proposal. His golden eyes search my blue, looking for any sign of hesitation.
“You’re sure about this?” he asks finally. “It wouldn’t complicate things between us?”
“I think it would be less complicated than pretending last night never happened,” I say practically. “We’re both adults. We both clearly have... needs that aren’t being met. We clearly have aligning desires that we can cater to for one another.”
A small smile touches Zuko’s lips. “When you put it that way...”
“So?” I prompt, my heart racing. “What do you think?”
“I think,” he says, his voice dropping to that low rumble that sends shivers down my spine, “that it’s a very practical arrangement.”
He reaches out, his fingers tracing the edge of the tunic I’m wearing—his tunic.
“And I promise to make sure you get what you need.”
The way he says it—so sure, with such conviction—makes heat pool low in my belly all over again.
“So we’d be friends,” he clarifies, “who sometimes have mind-blowing sex when we visit each other.”
“Exactly.” I nod, agreeing. “No expectations, no jealousy, no promises. Just... connection when we need it.”
Zuko reaches for my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. “I think that could work. But I have one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“Honesty,” he says firmly. “If either of us starts developing feelings beyond friendship, we talk about it immediately. No secrets, no hiding.”
I squeeze his hand. “Agreed. Complete honesty.”
“And safety,” he adds, his expression turning serious. “We need to be careful about... well, you know. Pregnancy and such. I know I talked about breeding you and—”
“I take contraceptive tea,” I remind him, my face heating at the memory of his growled commands. “And I’ll continue to do so.”
“Good.” He nods, satisfied. “Then yes, I think this arrangement could work. For both of us.”
Relief floods through me, along with a surprising warmth. We’ve found a way to have the best of both worlds—our friendship and the incredible physical connection we discovered last night.
“I’ll take care of you,” he continues, his thumb brushing my cheek. “The way I did last night, and more, if you're open.”
My breath catches at his words. “I’d like that.”
Zuko nods, his expression softening. “Me too.” He leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, “Friends?”
“Friends,” I agree, “With benefits.”
The formal phrase makes us both laugh, breaking the tension that had been building.
As he moves around the room, pulling on clothes with that natural grace that comes from years of Firebending training, I watch him with new appreciation. The arrangement feels right—we’re both getting what we need without sacrificing what we already have.
“Katara?” Zuko pauses, holding my eyes with a serious expression. “I meant what I said. I’ll take care of you.”
I smile, feeling lighter than I have in months. “I know. I trust you, Zuko.”
His answering smile warms me from the inside out. I sink back into the pillows, my body still pleasantly aching from last night. For the first time in a long while, I feel hopeful about the future—both diplomatic and personal.
The arrangement might be unconventional, but it feels right. With Zuko, I can let go completely, knowing he’ll catch me. And when our time together ends, we’ll still have our friendship.
“So,” I say, a mischievous smile forming, “does this mean I can stay in your bed for a while longer? My ambassador meetings don’t start until this afternoon, and someone wore me out last night.”
He chuckles, the sound low and deep, “Of course, I’ll send for breakfast and tea. Take all the time you need, Princess.”
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