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Clouds stretch along the night sky. Ominous in stature, like a rolling tidal wave ready to crash against the shore. The moon is shining brightly, patches of light sprinkling through the thick cloud cover above. A storm is brewing in the north. The wind whistles softly, weaving through Zuko's onyx locks as he mulls over the most recent events in the secluded space the balcony offers.

For hours he had held Katara in his arms. He couldn't deny that for the first time, a woman finally felt right, tucked up against him.

The way she smells of lavender, lotus and rain brings him comfort and security. But those eyes, cobalt blue and as striking as lightening, she could command him with a single look. He could see every wild, raw, unchecked emotion warring in those blue orbs of hers and he felt captivated.

The curls of her mahogany locks, down to the vivacious curves of her body had him drawn to her physically. She was a temptress, a siren in the flesh, casting her spell above water, amongst man on land. Katara was a fierce and loyal warrior. A force to be reckoned with. He had heard of the mishap at the docks. How a rogue waterbender had taken control of the dock and aided an entire group of captives in their escape. The captives log indicated that her brother was amongst the captured. Though he was never recovered during the escape.

Calloused fingers pinch at the bridge of his nose as he tries to fight the oncoming headache.

She chose to stay, he thinks to himself, but why? What could she possibly gain from this?

Zuko sighs, his elbows rest on the alabaster railing, his hands now cradling his face. His mind is numb from overthinking what has transpired, as well as the motives behind Princess Katara's presence here and the timing of it all.

I should speak with Uncle. Perhaps he kn—

A knock at the chamber's main door pulls him from his thoughts and a soft voice calls from the other side.

"You're majesty?"

Zuko curses, rushing through the chamber, quickly checking to make sure Katara did not wake from the sudden noise. He sets upon the door, jerking it open as softly yet as forcefully as possible.

"Do you have any idea the hour it is?" he hisses, his eyes searching the maid servant's face before looking over his shoulder to see Katara is still in deep slumber.

The girl bows, "Apologies your majesty, but the Fire L—"

"What does he want?" Zuko grinds out, frustrated that his father has the audacity to call upon him at this hour.

"Requests your presence in his private parlor," she bows, head bent down, looking at his bare feet.

Zuko takes a deep breath, trying to control his anger. It isn't the girl's fault that his father has no respect for him nor his time. He is certain his father is still extremely ill tempered with the outcome of the Agni Kai. He smirks thinking about how Uncle Iroh's training on the redirection of lightening had actually proven useful to him. The look on his father's face when he sent his own lightening spiraling back at him with such sunder—he chuckles.

"Tell my father I'll join him presently. I need to dress and check on Lady Katara before I take my leave."

The maidservant bows, "Your majesty," and scurries off down the hall.

Zuko strolls through the room collecting his robe, his trousers he had put on quite some time ago.

Pity, he thinks as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, his fingers gently tracing over Katara's cheekbone, I was looking forward to holding you for a little while longer.

Slowly he leans over, pressing his lips to her forehead as gently as possible, as to not wake her and after a few final moments, he takes his leave.

The walk to his father's parlor is uneventful. Guards and servants he comes in contact with bow and address him. He ignores them. It is too late or too early, depending on how one looks at it, for him to be gracious and dutiful. He comes up the entrance of his father's parlor and is greeted by two elite guardsmen. Zuko's brow raises. He scuffs in humor, knowing his father strengthened his guard after their Agni Kai, it makes him feel powerful. The guards bow to him before opening the doors, allowing him entry.

"Father?" he calls out, looking over his shoulder slightly to see the two soldiers enter in behind him and stand on either side of the doors.

Ozai strolls into the room from the balcony, his hair now down from his topknot and his robes are all discarded. He remains shirtless while wearing floor length, loose, red silk pajama pants.

He waves a whiskey glass at Zuko, before motioning him towards one of the many plush chairs in his dimly lit parlor.

"Zuko! Come, take a seat," he kicks his feet up onto a small tea table in the center of the sitting area, "have some fire whiskey with me."

Zuko approaches a cabinet along the northern wall of the room. He rummages around until he finds a glass and a specific whiskey that he fancies.

"You and the latest harem girl…what was her name again?" Ozai begins and Zuko's grip on his glass tightens instinctively.

"Katara."

"Yes, Katara," her name on his lips is like poison to Zuko's ear, he hates the way he draws it out, rolling it off his tongue in a sensual tone, "how was she?"

"Too early to say. The night is still young," he begins to pour himself a drink, trying to focus himself on something small, mundane and not on his father's inquiry.

"Surely you've fucked her by now," he can literally hear the predatory smirk slinking across his fathers lips as he enunciates that particular word.

Refusing to take the bait, Zuko's eyes shift to the guards at the door momentarily before he turns on his father, whiskey bottle in one hand, full glass in the other and walks over to take a seat directly across from him.

"I see you've upped the security of your guard," he voices his observation, sipping lightly on his whiskey.

Ozai's eyes trail over to the elite soldiers in the room, "I felt a change needed to be made," Ozai shrugs nonchalantly, "these are dangerous times we are living in."

Zuko nods his head, he twirls his glass around, the liquor spiraling, "But the Elite Guard father? Shouldn't they be off, oh I don't know," he waves his hand about, "interrogating prisoners, burning down helpless Earth Kingdom villages or something more suited for their—" he pauses for a moment, looking to the two guards who remain stoic, "unique skill set?"

"Protecting the sovereign of this nation demands their skill set more than any prisoner or peasant village," Ozai spits out and Zuko merely nods, humming in response as he takes another sip.

"So," Ozai sits up, leaning on his knees like an eager child, "How was she?"

"I don't thi—" Zuko begins.

"Are you trying to woo her into bed with tea and poetry?" Ozai chuckles as he sips on his liquor.

Zuko adjusts himself in the chair, fixing his robe as he leans back, getting comfortable. He simply shrugs and smirks softly in response.

Getting agitated by his son's silence, Ozai snaps, "What do you know of women's desires?"

Brow raising in question, Zuko chuckles softly, "I know well enough."

"Then tell me son, are the women of the Water Tribe as erotic in bed as they are in their dance?"

With a shrug of his shoulders, Zuko brings his lips to his glass, "Perhaps. Shame you won't be able to know from first hand experience."

Ozai scowls.

"I always get what I desire."

There it is. The unsaid threat that Zuko knew was there from the beginning. He was interested in Katara and if he had anything to say about it, he was going to have a taste. The very idea of his father getting his hands on her made his stomach churn and his heart clench. He has seen the condition of many of his father's women. Beaten and bloody. This was the sole reason for Doctor Li's presence at the palace in the first place. No. Zuko would not allow his father to get anywhere near her.

"Katara is mine, father, I won her by the laws of the Agni Kai. You cannot take her from me," Zuko says with an even tone, though his smirk is mocking enough.

Ozai is staring at him with narrowed eyes, silently mulling over his son's words.

Zuko takes this as his queue to continue, "Pity. The one law you hold above all others, finally turns against your favor."

"Don't get smart with me boy!" Ozai snaps roughly.

"Or what?" Zuko counters.

Ozai glares at him through narrowed slits as he sits up, his body oozing power and dominance. If he was trying to intimidate Zuko, it wasn't working. The days where he feared his father were long gone. He pitied him more than anything really.

"You no longer hold power over me. Nor do you have my love or respect," Zuko unlike his father, remains slouched back in his chair, feeling and looking relaxed.

He finishes the small amount of whiskey he has left in his glass before tipping it back and forth on the armrest. Trying to decide if he wants more or not.

Ozai cuts through his thoughts, "Yet you came back like a whimpering dog with its tail tucked between it's legs."

As much as this ignited something within Zuko, he wasn't going to let it show, "I came back to reclaim what is rightfully mine. To show you that my loyalty to this nation has not changed. No matter how I feel about you, I will always put the Fire Nation before myself and my desires."

The scowl on his father's face deepens and the satisfaction it brings Zuko is indescribable, "You think your party trick earlier warrants this level of bravery? I let you gain the upper hand boy."

"Somehow I find that hard to believe. The sheer look of terror in your eyes made me think otherwise," Zuko chuckles, hardly phased by his father's commentary.

For a few moments Ozai is silent. Biting his tongue. His eyes searching Zuko's for any sign or hint of weakness.

Zuko slides his empty glass to his father. Waiting patiently for him to refill it. Ozai does, but instead of giving his glass back, he begins to consume the whiskey himself. A small triumphant blaze in his eyes.

Zuko chuckles at his father's childish behavior. He sits up, leaning across the table, he takes Ozai's now empty glass and pours himself more whiskey. Ozai glares at the audacity and disrespect. No one would dare to drink from the Fire Lord's cup. But Zuko isn't afraid. He brings his father's glass to his lips, taking a sip, his eyes challenging Ozai silently.

"Still so disobedient. I thought I burned that little trait out of you years ago," Ozai sneers, his lips curling upwards into a devilish smirk, eyes shifting to the scar on his son's face.

"I'm not the same thirteen year old boy who cowered at your feet and begged for mercy. He died the day you scarred him."

"It was to teach you respect!"

"It was cruel and it was wrong," Zuko keeps his voice level. He cannot believe that after all this time, they were finally having this conversation.

Ozai pours himself more whiskey, "Children will never understand why parents do what they do," he looks Zuko in the eye, "clearly my punishment did little to change your behavior."

Zuko sighs, sitting up, his gaze shifts back to the guards at the door, "I do have to thank you though," he reaches for the whiskey, "if you hadn't of sent me off to serve in the Imperial Army, I wouldn't be the man I am today."

Ozai hums but scuffs softly, "And what kind of man is that exactly?"

Without missing a beat, Zuko looks at his father with dead eyes, "You know they say actions speak louder than words. I'd rather show you."

Alarms ring loud and true in Ozai's head as he watches his son finish the last of his whiskey. His heart hammering and his fingers itch in retaliation as Zuko stands quickly, moving away from Ozai as if to leave.

Without hesitating, Ozai takes this as his opportunity to teach Zuko one final lesson. The air begins to snap and crackle as Ozai commands the cold fire from his finger tips. His aim is directed at the center of his son's back and all he can think about is how he will fuck the Tribeswoman in front of his son's corpse. Without hesitation, he shoots the lightening at Zuko, but is mortified when he sees a hand appear in the midst of the cold fire and wraps itself around his fingers. Zuko's forearm slams up against his throat and pushes him up against one of the many pillars in the room. Zuko's other hand comes up near his head, the lightening escaping from it and is rushed toward the ceiling.

Debris falls around them and the look on Zuko's face terrifies Ozai more than he ever thought possible. His features are calm, relaxed, almost as if he expected this from Ozai all along. Dust from the obliterated alabaster ceiling falls on Zuko's shoulder and he scuffs.

"Oh father, this is my favorite robe," he clicks his tongue before he quickly wraps his hand around Ozai's throat.

The guards behind him shift and Zuko turns to give them a warning glare that stilled them in their tracks.

"Cowards!" Ozai yells, trying to force Zuko off of him.

His son is far stronger than he had imagined and he realizes the truth in his son's words. He created this version of him.

"Their waiting to see how this will end," Zuko turns back to him, "but you know and I know," Zuko pulls Ozai in close, "who will fall here."

There is a tense silence between them for a moment before Zuko pulls away. Fixing his robe and dusting himself off, he begins to walk away, but not before giving Ozai one final thing to mull on.

"Do it again and next time I won't miss," he grabs the bottle of whiskey from the small table, "you'd do well to remember that."

"Is that a threat against your Fire Lord?" Ozai seethes, hand reaching for his throat.

Zuko sighs, "No, it is my promise to you, father."

Ozai lurches forward, finger pointing to the door, "Get out! Get out of my sight if you know what's good for you!"

Crossing his arms, Zuko narrows is eyes at his father, "I am not taking senseless orders from you anymore."

"You will obey me or this defiant breath will be your last!" this causes Zuko to chuckle.

"Don't waste my time on idle threats and frivolous nonsense. It's unbecoming of you father."

"I'm warning you—"

Zuko turns away from him, not at all phased by Ozai's temperament. He's over his mind games and quite frankly, the only reason he hasn't killed his father yet is because of Uncle Iroh.

"All good things come to those who wait Zuko," Uncle Iroh had told him. His hands flex at his side.

"If there's nothing else, I'm quite tired," Zuko walks to the door.

With a single look the guards shift away from him, allowing him to exit.

He jerks the door open, pausing briefly to look back at Ozai, "Should you require my services as the Prince of the Fire Nation, I will come. Otherwise, you'd do well to stray from my company."

He is met only with silence, so Zuko turns to leave, not before noticing a olive green cloak with gold flowers embroidered along the trim hanging next to the door. His hand itches to grab the cloak, but he keeps his his breathing steady and instead exits his father's parlor without further thought.

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When he arrives back to the chamber, Zuko sees that Katara is still asleep, though she is now laying face down. The sheets rest just below the curve of her back. He approaches the bed, shedding his robe and silk pants before crawling up under the sheets. Slowly, sensually, his calloused hands run up her calves and squeeze at her thighs. His lips kiss at the small of her back and gradually travel up her spine. Her body shifts under his touch, she moans in her sleep, causing Zuko to nip at her shoulder before burying his nose into her neck. He inhales deeply before he licks and sucks at that sweet spot on her neck.

Katara shifts, turning her head to face him, she mumbles incoherently, "Zu—ah—" he grinds into her softly and smirks against her flesh as she bucks back against him.

His breath tickles her ear, "May I have you?" he whispers hoarsely.

Without taking much time to think, Katara nods, her hands coming up near her head and fisting in the sheets. Zuko travels down her body, his lips and tongue painting her flesh in small red blemishes. She jerks when his tongue hits those certain sweet spots on the journey down her spine. Slowly he grasps at the back of her thighs, spreading her legs to accommodate his frame.

"Pull your legs up for me love," he whispers against the swell of her ass cheek and Katara complies.

Suddenly, Zuko rolls over before sliding up under her, and then his lips are on her. His hands grip at her hips and Katara instinctively jerks upwards as he hits her bundle of nerves. Her head shoots back as her hands grip at his hair. Slowly, Zuko's hands wrap around her thighs, pulling her down on him as he licks his tongue into her sweet, wet walls. Her gasps drive him forward. He wants to be the only man to have her like this and his desire to never let his father hear her throaty moans, spurs him on with renewed vigor.

As he continues to devour her, his hands roam over her taunt stomach, reaching for her breasts. Katara moans as his callous fingers twist and pull at her nipples, her hands grapple at his wrists and she cannot help but rock her sex against his tongue.

"Spirits Zuko!" she gasps out, his tongue like magic, undoing her from within.

For a few more moments, Zuko continues his assault until finally Katara is practically sobbing, falling apart under his skilled tongue.

She claws at his hair desperately, trying to pull his tongue from her sex, "Not like this—" she gasps out, throwing her head back when his tongue swirls devilishly around her clit, "Zuk—need you inside me—please!" she begs and Zuko finally moves his hands down to her thighs, pulling her back from his face.

Katara's cheeks bloom with a fair pink blush at the sight of him. His lips glisten with her essence and his saliva as he licks them with a predatory smirk, top teeth biting into his bottom lip. Seeing him like this, squeezed between her thighs does something to her. She feels so powerful yet at his mercy all in the same breath. The duality of emotions that he makes her feel is suffocating but she is only drawn to it more, like a sea lion to a koi fish.

Her hand reaches down, brushing his sweat streaked bangs from his face. She is mesmerized by him, their eyes locking as her fingers flutter over his cheek bone, now to his lips. Her thumb anchors just below them, before slowly swiping at her essence on the underside of his bottom lip. Without breaking eye contact, Katara brings her thumb to her lips, sucking her own juices from her finger. Zuko's eyes darken as he watches her carnal display, Katara's tongue darting out to wet her own lips, a smirk appearing in the corner and a challenge in her eyes.

Slowly his hands grab at her waist, lifting her up with ease and slipping out from beneath her. His hands find her waist, pulling her against him as his grinds against her. His hand grabs at the sheets, tearing at the thin fabric to create a makeshift blindfold. Quickly Zuko pulls the fabric across her eyes, causing to Katara to gasp, her hand reaching up to gingerly touch at the silk.

Darkness. Darkness is the only thing she can see now. A rush of fear more intense than anything she's felt before rushes through her body. To have her sight taken from her, to not be able to see what Zuko would do next, that alone sends another chill up her spine. Nothing like she's felt before.

"How do you want me love?" his lips brush against the shell of her ear, causing her chest to rise and fall quickly.

As if sensing that Katara is slipping too deep into a fear based headspace, becoming fragile, Zuko wraps his arms around her smaller frame and attaches their lips together. The kiss is deep and sensual, Katara moulding her lips against Zuko's with a relieved sigh, immediately calming down a little. She didn't realize how much she needed this until now as she got it.

"Mhh," she moans gently. Quietly. Zuko's lips open against her own and close around her lower lip, tongue seeping between her own luscious lips to delve inside her mouth, teeth lightly coming to pull at her bottom lip.

Too soon it ends. Katara whimpers, wanting so badly to see Zuko in this moment, but her vision still being blocked by the silk blindfold.

"Now, Katara," he licks at the shell of her ear, "how shall I have you?"

Slowly Katara bends over before him, exposing herself to him, resting her upper torso against the mattress. Zuko groans hungrily.

Katara drops her head down against the bed, face flat as Zuko glides his fingers through her hair until he finally pulls his hand away. His fingertips trace down her back, over her shoulder blades before trailing down the curve of her back, reaching lower, stopping to lay flat against the swell of her cheeks.

"You'll be the death of me Katara," he whispers out, lining the head of his cock up with her sex.

Katara lets out a sigh as she feels the tip push in, her entrance opening around the cock as it buried to the hilt. Zuko's hips were flush against her ass.

"Fuck," Zuko groans.

A soft whine escapes her lips as the Prince begins moving, pulling his hips back and pushing them forward, his cock gliding so well inside of her walls. His forehead drops against Katara's back; eye's closed.

Katara's mind is in a foggy, delirious haze. It feels so good to feel Zuko inside of her again. There is so much pressure building in her lower region, but it is luscious and so pleasing. Zuko angles his hips a little higher, hitting that one fucking spot easily. She moans out brokenly, feeling her body twitch against Zuko as he begins to pick up the pace.

"Katara, shit…," Zuko groans, moving his hips a little faster, leaning up to sit on his haunches and grab Katara's hips. Effectively thrusting in and as he thrust in and out of her at a quicker speed, Katara cries out as that spot is being abused.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whimpers, "Ju-uust like that—Zuko!"

A hand finds it's way to her hair and she yelps a moan out as a fist pulls back tightly, head ripping away from the pillow to expose her neck, to which lips immediately attached to. It is all so intense. Her g-spot being aimed at extremely well, hit with every thrust so that the pleasure coursing through her entire body in slight shocks leaves her in a daze.

Katara whimpers, "Zuko..," wanting to raise a hand to glide against Zuko's nape and pull him onto her neck more. She is loving the way his lips feel against her neck. She finds that this is one thing that she thoroughly enjoys and that is getting marked up by Zuko. Deep down she knows that him leaving marks on her body signified that she were owned, and even though normally that would boil her blood, right now all she can think about is the pleasure she gets from it and how it is extremely intoxicating.

She feels the hand loosen in his hair and the pleasurable pain subsiding quickly and her body falls limp against the sheets. And then the hand is wrapping around her throat, pulling her up to where her body is flush against Zuko. She registers his thumb coming up and pushing past her lips.

Katara whines around the finger and wraps her fingers around the Zuko's wrist, holding the hand in place so that Zuko wouldn't remove his thumb from her mouth. Oddly, it is so, so pleasing to have her mouth full with the other's finger. She doesn't know why she is enjoying it so much, but it somehow reminds her of an anchor. It is keeping her here, tethered to him and in this moment. Her lips tighten around his thumb, walls clenching as his cock in her hole plunges in and out, thrusting so harshly that her body is moving lightly against Zuko's in little shifts. She whines out, lips parting around his thumb before closing again and chewing softly, gentle enough so it wouldn't hurt Zuko, but hard enough so it could feel satisfying.

Zuko pants against her ear, listening to her moans, groaning at the suction around his thumb.

"Are you enjoying yourself," he growls, "hmm?"

Katara nods helplessly, crying at the intense pleasure that shoots throughout her body from the non-stop abuse against her sweet bundle of nerves.

"Mhmn, mh—" her lips open around his thumb as as she cries out and her fingers began to feel weak against his wrist, dropping and resting against her sides.

Zuko's hand moves, his thumb slipping past her lips, leaving a trail of her own saliva down her chin before gripping at her jaw, his breath fanning across her face. He is close, so close but she cannot see him, only hear and feel him. Suddenly his lips were pressing against her own parted lips, not kissing, but breathing harshly. Panting.

"You're mine," Zuko growls against her lips and Katara feels her legs weaken, but the arm he has snakes around her waist keeps her steady. Her hands grip at his bicep, holding to him for dear life. He thrusts firmly into her as if making his point clear and Katara cannot help but indulge in the pleasure he provides her.

"F-feels so good," she whispers against Zuko's mouth haughtily, one hand coming up behind him to reach the nape of his neck. She pushes him against her, their lips colliding, tongues twisting and twirling with one another and she can feel Zuko's arm around her waist tighten.

After a few moments they pull away for air, lips still touching and Katara whispers softly, "Always yours," his thrust hits her sharp, causing her breath to hitch, "only yours Zuko…only yours."

Slowly, Zuko's hand creeps back down to her neck, his lips panting into her ear. The pressure is intense, but not too much that it is cutting off her air supply. Something about this aggressive, animalistic side of him is quite literally doing things to her. He wasn't cutting off her air supply, but it was a show of dominance and Katara leans back against him. She is consumed by him and this dominant aura of his and she loves it. His hand pulsates around her throat, carefully and skillfully applying more pressure, which in fact gives her a burst of pleasure.

She hears Zuko groan into her ear and feels him thrust faster again, cursing out a "Fuck," before shifting his hand and pressing it against her skin more tightly, pulling her further into him if possible.

He fucks her like that for a while, thrusting in harshly hitting all the right places so she feels sparks in her lower abdomen, shooting through her entire body. Though her sight is obscured, Katara cannot help but feel her eyes wanting to roll to the back of her head in bliss, with the hand wrapped around her throat in that dominant way she is beginning to crave. Zuko's fingers tighten every now and then and every time they would tighten around her throat, Katara would have her lips captured by Zuko's own. Passionately, his tongue dives into her mouth sloppily from the harsh thrusting. It all feels so good. She squirms and pushes her hips down to meet Zuko's thrusts, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of abuse her sex is experiencing.

Katara almost cries out as Zuko pulls his hand from her throat, pressing her body back down into the mattress. She sighs in bliss as she feels the same hand dive between her legs, fingers pressing into her clit and begin to create harsh circles against the bud. She can feel that intense swelling in the pit of her stomach as her body begins to shake. She rocks and grinds back against Zuko's cock and fingers desperately. Unconsciously she clenches around Zuko, heat rising in her core, body burning with the need to orgasm and have the incredible waves of pleasure wrack against her.

"Zu—m gonna cum—aaahh!" Katara cannot string more than a view incoherent words together, she is reduced to a babbling mess beneath his generous attention.

Suddenly, Zuko pulls out and Katara literally cries out, her hole clenching and unclenching around nothing but air. Soon his hands are on her and he twists her around to where she is now on the flat of her back and enters her with an urgent, sharp thrust.

Katara gasps at the welcomed intrusion, hands grip at the sheets of the bed when she feels her legs lifting up, calves resting on Zuko's shoulders as he wraps his arms around her legs. In doing so, he lifts her lower body off the bed, giving him a new angle to hit her sweet spot head on and he does so in earnest.

Katara is panting wildly, her moans unrestricted and Zuko is devouring them. Her body begins to clench and unclench around him uncontrollably and he knows she is close to the edge, so very close.

"Zuko—" he parts her legs in a swift motion, letting them fall to either side of his hips and he leans forward, capturing her mouth with his, swallowing her cries whole. Tears soak through her blindfold and a few escape to run down her cheeks. As Zuko continues his assault on her mouth and sex, his thumb affectionately wipes at her tears, ridding her face of such wet blemishes.

Slowly he pulls away, keeping his forehead pressed against hers, lips grazing hers and their harsh breaths mingle in the night.

"Ple—ease," she moans brokenly and Zuko brings a hand up under her, at the small of her back and presses her further into him. She moans loudly as Zuko continues to ram into her sweet, sensitive spot. Slowly, Katara brings herself to sit up on her forearms, pressing herself further into Zuko as the pleasure becomes more intense.

"Fu—uuuck," that word is drawn out of her slowly as she feels her gut twist, knowing exactly what was about to follow. She licks into Zuko's mouth for a moment longer until she feels a tidal wave crash into her. She collapses onto the bed as her body wracks with the intense orgasm, hands falling limp against the sheets.

One hand comes up to grip onto Zuko's bicep as she feels the first wave of her orgasm wash over her, her walls pulsating and clenching uncontrollably. The second wave washes over her, leaving her breathless, hips stuttering beyond her control. The orgasms Zuko gives her thus far are so intense that it leaves her speechless, unable to breathe properly and just relish in the way her body hums in pleasure.

Zuko's hips stutter against her ass and he too is wracked by his own intense orgasm. She hears his breath hitch as he releases himself in her and Katara cannot help the way her toes curl at the action. Zuko groans as his hips circle slowly between her legs, grinding into her. Katara whimpers softly as Zuko rides out his orgasm, pressing into her sensitive walls.

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Soon Zuko stills before slowly dropping his head against Katara's. At this moment she is still blindfolded and Zuko pulls back and begins to undo the material.

Glistening blue orbs peak out from beneath the red silk and Zuko smiles affectionately, "Hey," he whispers softly, moving her hair from her face.

Katara blinks up at him a few times, registering her hand now wrapping around his wrist, "Hey."

Zuko leans down to kiss her languidly a few more times before he pulls away to rest his head against her chest. Mindlessly, Katara brings her hand to weave her fingers through his hair and she feels Zuko hum in appreciation. It reverberates against her chest and she smiles softly.

They stay like this for a while. Relishing in the silence, their heavy breathing now shallow and deep and their bodies relaxed and rejuvenated once again. Katara feels Zuko shift and she groans in protest.

"I'm going to clean us up," he kisses her temple before sliding off the bed and heads to the wash room.

Soon he's back with a wet wash cloth and he begins to clean between her legs. She bucks into his hand, body still sensitive and over stimulated. Katara watches him with a curious gaze and she knows that there is much to learn about the mysterious Prince. He is rough but gentle, passionate and endearing. She had truly believed he would be cruel, just not as cruel as his father and yet, she was wrong.

Zuko feels her eyes on him and he looks up at her, a soft smile gracing his lips, "Did I go to hard on you?" he asks.

Katara's heart flutters at his softness and the genuine concern lacing his tone.

She shakes her head, "No, your majesty," she whispers out. His grip on her ankle tights a fraction as his eyes remain fixed on her.

"I told you Katara, when we are alone, you may call me Zuko," he finishes cleaning her up and goes back to the washroom.

He returns shortly after and slides into bed next to her, pulling Katara in his arms. For a while they lay there in silence, Zuko's fingers threading through Katara's hair, while she draws circles into his pale chest.

Finally, after some time, Zuko speaks, "Why did you chose to stay?"

His question catches her off guard, she tilts her head up from his chest to see he is looking down at her, "You could have left when you saved Sokka and the other prisoners. But you chose to stay. Why?"

Katara looks at him with searching eyes before slowly bringing her head back down to his chest, "Why else would a pig sheep willingly walk into a dragon's lair?" she counters.

Silence follows before she feels Zuko squeeze her to him, "You must be careful Katara," his nose presses against her temple, "sleeping dragons are most ravenous when awakened from slumber."

Katara nods softly, pressing into Zuko a little more, lips grazing his chest before snuggling as deep as she can into his side.

"I'm no pig sheep."

Zuko smirks against her temple, "No, you most certainly are not."

"Are you a dragon I should fear?" she asks softly.

She can feel his grip tighten as he chuckles softly, "I'm the most ravenous dragon you'll encounter Katara, but I'm no threat to you," his eyes stare up at the ceiling, "I'll protect you from the rest of my kind."

Katara feels like she can trust him. Her instincts told her that he was different and she's glad that she gave in and listened. The road ahead is long and filled with the unknown, but Katara knows that Zuko will be there to protect her.

The sun rises in the east, light filtering into the chamber and pooling around the bed. Katara stirs when the sun hits against the lids of her eyes and she shrinks back, burrowing her head into Zuko's chest.

"Rise and shine my little water maiden," his voice is rough. He rolls them over, resting between Katara's legs and begins to kiss her gently.

Katara giggles as she kisses him back, her fingers tracing along his jawline as she cradles him between her thighs.

Zuko pulls away, raising up on his hands, "I could spend an eternity nestled between your thighs woman," he nips at her neck and Katara shudders, his lips move against her flesh, "but I cannot today."

Katara sighs softly, feeling him pull away from her, "I suppose I must report back to the Madam," Katara whispers softly.

"Surly she will want to make sure there are no wounds to heal," his eyes narrow softly at that.

Katara sits up, pushing Zuko back on his haunches, "You would never hurt me," she whispers against his lips, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

She can feel him smirk against her and they kiss for a few moments before a knock interrupts them.

"Your Majesty?" a voice calls to them and both Katara and Zuko sighs at the intrusion.

He smiles softly, tucking a few strands of hair behind her face, "I'll be out momentarily," he calls back and silence follows, "tonight I'll come for you," he whispers and gives her a few more kisses before finally collecting his things and leaving Katara alone.

Katara sits there, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip as a smile curls at the corners. Quickly she grabs her robe and braids her hair before exiting the chamber. Quietly her bare feet pad across the alabaster floors, carrying her like lightening to doors of the harem.

Just as she reaches the door, a hand grips her hip with such force it sends pain down her side and she is forced around, her back being slammed against the doors of the harem.

Her eyes widen a fraction when she sees the dangerous glint of the Fire Lord's electric golden orbs staring at her.

"Fire Lo—" her voice is cut off as the breath is literally knocked from her lungs. His lips crash against hers and Katara struggles against his hold. Her foot banging against the door to garner attention from someone on the other side.

Tears spill down her face as his hands pull her lower half against him. She can feel him against her thigh and she is literally shaking in fear. Without her bending, she is helpless against his advances and this alone terrifies her.

"My son thinks he can have you all to himself," the Fire Lord whispers harshly in her ear as he clamps her face between his hand, "I think we both know who is in power here," his leg forces itself between her thighs and she tries to jerk back from his touch.

"Please, let me go—" Katara cries out through muffled cries.

He does not listen. He is going to fuck her right here and now for anyone to see. Even after everything, she could not run from him.

Footsteps echo down the corridor and once they get closer, Katara can hear the urgency in their movement, "Brother!" a baritone voice calls out, causing Ozai to jerk away from her.

Ozai's hands grasp firmly at her forearms as he turns, "Iroh," his tone is firm and threatening, "it's rude to interrupt."

The famed Dragon of the West gets closer to Katara and Ozai, his hand clasping on his younger sibling's shoulder, effectively pulling the Fire Lord from Katara's body.

Ozai is fuming.

"I believe this young woman is trying to prepare for the day," Iroh states under a hushed tone, "you've had your fill of her. Let her bathe and relax with her sisters. Call upon her tonight if you must."

Ozai's jaw clenches, his gaze is murderous, but the general does not seem to be affected by his brother's temperament.

"My dear, please," the general gestures to the doors behind her, "go on."

Katara fumbles with the door handle to her back, her eyes never leaving Ozai. The door gives way to her weight and she fumbles backwards into the harem.

His eyes lock with hers, "I will call for you this night girl."

The door slams in her face and Katara stumbles until she falls to the ground, gripping at it for dear life. Her breath is racing and her heart pounds violently in her chest.

She cries out his name in fear of what is to come, "Zuko!"

"Katara?!" she barely registers Nyla screaming her name as her pulse thunders in her ears.

Hands grab at her shoulders, pulling her into Nyla's chest, hand stroking her hair.

"What happened?" tears continue down her face, her hands bunching into the Madam's skirts, "What did Zuko do?" her voice is laced with worry.

Katara shakes her head violently, her hands pull Nyla's face down to her own, "Ozai," she gasps, forehead resting against hers, "demands me."

Nyla gasps as Katara falls into her, fear wrought and in tears.

"Spirits—" Nyla cradles Katara in her arms, "HARU!" she yells for one of her most trusted servants.

The tan Earth Kingdom lad comes running down the hall, "Mistress!" falls to his knees next both women, his hands coming up to help hold up Katara.

"Get Prince Zuko, now!" Haru quickly bolts for the doors, "Hurry!" the Madam helps after him as he passes through the harem's exit.

Zuko is in the midst of a war meeting with the admirals off the eastern fleet when the doors slam open and Haru, the Madam's most trusted servant, barges in unannounced.

"What is this disrespectful display?" Admiral Chan growls out as Haru approaches Zuko, forgetting his place.

Prince Zuko holds his hand up, silencing the admiral and looks to Haru with a firm gaze, "You dare interrupt my meeting with the Admirals?"

Haru bows to the Prince abruptly, "The Madam urgently requests your presence, your highness!"

Zuko's brow furrows together, suddenly Katara comes to the forefront of his mind, "What is it?"

Haru looks around the room, eyes flitting between the faces of the admirals before they settle back on the Prince, "She did not say, but I believe it has something to do with the Lady—"

Zuko abruptly stands, not letting Haru finish, "Admirals, this meeting will reconvene in an hour," he storms from the war room, not allowing them a moment to speak up in disagreement.

"What happened?" Zuko's harsh voice breaches the darkness of her mind. She can feel his presence near and her eyes flutter open softly. She sees him on the other side of her silk screen bed curtain and she wishes to reach for him. But her body is so exhausted.

"I found her on the floor of the entrance, screaming your name," the Madam speaks softly, "your father—"

"What did he do?" Zuko seethes, fire ignites around his clenched fists.

"Tried to claim me," Katara whispers out.

Zuko snaps to look at Katara, his eyes wide and wild. He parts the screen and dives into her bed, only to pull her into his arms.

"Katara," he whispers into her hair, holding her tightly to him, "I never should have left you."

"It isn't your fault," she cries, hands curling into the tunic beneath his armor.

Zuko presses a kiss to her forehead, before abruptly pulling away, "I will deal with him," he storms past the Madam and down the hall, "transfer all of Lady Katara's things to my chambers, now!"

The Madam runs after the Prince, "Where are you going?" she grapples at his arm.

Zuko jerks from her touch, "To do what I should have done long ago!" flames lick at his tongue as he barges through the harem doors.

AN: So, what do you guys think?