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Zuko couldn’t believe this. He couldn’t fucking believe it. Giving his trapped arms another jerk, he heaved out another plume of fire in frustration. It was useless.
Of all the fucking times he could have stumbled into some asshole’s shitty hunting trap, it had to be right now. Right when Zuko finally had a good idea for once.
He understood why Katara didn’t trust him—he really did. But Zuko still felt his heart sink every time she glared and looked away when he entered the room. He deserved it…but it hurt.
During bending practice that morning, Zuko had managed to find out from Aang that Katara had taken a liking to dandelion tea while traveling through the Fire Nation. He could have sworn he had spotted some growing in the forest back where he had landed the war balloon, so he thought he’d surprise Katara for lunch. It wouldn’t make up for everything—of course—but if Zuko got just one tiny smile out of her, it would be worth it. It was the least he could do in return for the kindness she’d shown him back when he didn’t deserve it.
Now though, Zuko was certain he wouldn’t see Katara smile anytime soon. There was no way he would make it back in time now. Fuck, what if they thought he was conspiring against them? Sneaking off was not what he had intended to do at all.
Zuko struggled again, heating his hands in an attempt to free them. He hissed in pain as the metal heated, forcing him to stop fighting. It was bad enough that he was trapped in metal, but this wasn’t just any metal. Zuko recognized it as one of the hunting traps Toph had helped Sokka fashion out of the scraps of the sky bison’s armor. He was tied to a tree with fucking military grade metal.
He was fucked.
After letting out one last fiery roar, Zuko sagged against the tree, defeated. He wasn’t getting out of this thing until someone came to check the traps. Now that was going to be fucking humiliating.
A branch snapped nearby and Zuko jerked his head to the side. Oh fuck.
It was Katara.
She approached him with a confused scowl, eyes tracing over his bound body and the remains of the trap on the ground. Fuck, what could he even say? Katara would never believe the real reason he was out here.
“Katara, I—”
Zuko was cut off by a hearty fit of laughter as the serious look on Katara’s face melted. It should have pissed him off—this wasn’t fucking funny—but hearing her finally laugh like that was so satisfying, even if it was at his expense.
“What’s so funny?” Zuko snapped as Katara regained her composure.
She crossed her arms and smirked. “Oh…I just think it’s a little ironic, don’t you?”
What was that supposed to mean? Zuko didn’t have much time to consider it before Katara stepped closer to him, circling the tree he was bound to like a tigerdillo circling her prey. Zuko tried not to think about how that made him feel.
“I’m sorry, I don’t—”
“You mean this doesn’t seem, I don’t know…familiar to you?” Katara cut him off.
Zuko could feel her breath on his ear that time, and he shivered. Fuck, her voice sounded hot. Heat began to stir in his groin, and Zuko cursed himself. He tried not to think about how Katara was pacing around his prone form, staring him down with a victorious smirk, talking to him in that voice…
Oh shut up! Zuko could already feel his dick begin to stiffen in his pants, and with the way he was chained, he couldn’t so much as shift his thighs to hide it.
“Katara…” he trailed off, unsure of what he was asking for. Asking her to untie him was pointless—Katara was clearly having too much fucking fun with this—and Zuko could not let her find out about his…problem.
Suddenly, she was right in front of him, inches away from his face.
“I’ll save you from the pirates,” Katara drawled in a mockery of Zuko’s own voice, jabbing her finger into his chest.
Zuko felt his whole body cringe as that memory returned to him. It was a time of his life that he desperately wanted to forget. Though, Zuko was trying to make amends, so he couldn’t exactly pretend that never happened.
He hung his head. “I am so so sorry I treated you that way.”
It really did make him feel guilty. Zuko couldn’t imagine what she must have been thinking back then. He was her enemy and he’d brought a fucking army with him that night. Right now, being trapped before Katara made him feel humiliated and vulnerable; it must have been fucking awful for Katara in front of all those grown men.
A fist gripped Zuko’s hair and he felt Katara pull his head back up to meet her eyes. “Are you? What were you even doing out here anyway?”
Zuko might have answered if he wasn’t so focused on Katara’s face—how beautiful her eyes looked up close, the feeling of her hot breath against his cheek, her hand in his hair, the breast that pressed against his elbow as she leaned in….
The fabric of his trousers became even tighter against his dick. Zuko cursed himself. He’d been so awful back then, and now he was too fucking horny to give Katara the apology she deserved. Katara was just letting out her anger, and here he was—
“Well?” The grip on Zuko’s hair tightened. He probably should have been concerned, but the feeling of Katara’s strong, slender fingers in his hair was so…distracting.
“I was…uh…looking for some dandelions?” Fuck. Even Zuko could tell how pathetic that sounded.
“Why did I even bother?” Katara muttered. She released his hair, instead moving her hands downwards and rummaging about at his waist. Zuko froze as she pulled up his tunic, seeking out the pockets in the folds of his trousers. Oh fuck, she was going to notice his—
“Hey! Katara, what do you think you—”
Zuko’s voice caught in his throat as Katara’s hand clamped down firmly on his dick. He stared down at her in pure mortification, but Katara seemed too focused on her task to notice.
“This doesn’t feel like dandelions to me. What are you hiding?”
What the fuck could he even say to that? Katara was already pissed off; Zuko could only imagine her wrath if he told her she was groping his fucking erection. Or would she be more angry if he didn’t say anything? And thanks to the fucking tree and fucking chains, Zuko couldn’t even shift himself away.
Before he could manage to think of an escape, Katara answered her own question. She curiously tugged at his clothing one too many times and his dick finally sprung free. Zuko watched Katara’s cheeks flush bright red as her expression shifted from confusion, to shock, then fury.
“What the fuck?” Katara pulled her hands away, realizing what she had done. “You’re sneaking around, making up shit excuses, and—are you fucking getting off to this?”
Zuko wanted to deny it, he really did. But his mind kept returning to her hands, her voice, her body—
Fuck it. How could she even blame him anyway? It wasn’t like he asked her to tie him up and pull his fucking dick out. He couldn’t even move enough to conceal it again.
“Just—I’m not—ugh, can you please just get me down?”
Katara threw up her hands. “Seriously? Look at what you did. Maybe I should just leave you here.”
Oh fuck no. It made Zuko’s skin crawl just thinking about it. She wouldn’t dare…
“Me?” Zuko cringed at the high pitch of his voice. “I can’t even move! You’re the one who went in and…”
If possible, Katara’s cheeks flushed even redder. “Well…I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t acting so weird!”
“You grabbed my dick! You didn’t have to do that! What did you expect reaching so close to…there!” Zuko burst out. It was a bad idea to yell, he knew that, but how was any of this his fucking fault? It didn’t help that his…situation was still sticking out of his trousers, hanging between them like the evidence of his crime.
“How was I supposed to know? You weren’t helping me at all, and I just felt this big thing and assumed—”
Katara cut herself off, a mortified expression crossing her features. What—oh. Oh. Zuko could do nothing but stare back, unsure how to respond to such an oddly timed compliment. It gave him the slightest bit of satisfaction to see her looking just as mortified as he felt.
“Well, it’s good to know there’s at least one thing you like about me,” Zuko muttered, finally breaking the silence. He regretted it almost instantly.
“You’re just so—ugh!” Katara snarled, pacing back and forth in front of him. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That you have a nice cock? I can’t believe you!”
This was probably the weirdest fucking situation Zuko had ever found himself in. It was humiliating to be trapped against a tree with his dick out, but now Katara was fucking admiring it?
“Just—can you get me out of this? I didn’t ask you to walk around and touch me like that! How can you blame me for…this?” Zuko jerked his head towards his issue, too flustered to even speak the word.
Katara gawked at him. Then, a smirk slowly began spreading over her features. “So…you are getting off on this then?”
“I—” Zuko sighed. “Can you please just untie me?”
Katara cocked her head to the side. “Are you sure you want me to?”
Her voice sounded slightly less angry, but more of something else that Zuko didn’t quite recognize. She continued in the same, strange tone, “Don’t you want to enjoy yourself a bit longer?”
Zuko hated this. He fucking hated it, because the stupid, horny part of him was enjoying this. It was even worse now that Katara clearly knew it. The look in her eyes was playful—mocking—as if daring him to deny it. Slowly, Katara began to approach him again. Zuko couldn’t take his eyes off of her gently swaying hips. It was like she was doing that on purpose.
“What are you thinking about, I wonder?” Katara mused, inches away from his face.
Zuko was suddenly aware of how close her breasts were to his chest, how close her hips were to his. She didn't touch him, not quite—but fuck did Zuko want her to. He wanted to know how she felt against him, how she looked under her clothes.
It was almost as if Katara could read his mind. Zuko finally recognized the look on her face…lust. His thoughts became increasingly dirty as the possibility of fucking her crossed his mind. Katara’s eyes flicked briefly downwards before she spoke, “Are you hoping I’ll take care of that for you?”
“Uhh…” —Zuko gulped— “sure?” How was he supposed to respond to that? Five minutes ago she seemed ready to kill him.
A hand closed around his dick and he gasped. “Like this? Or would you rather I suck you off right here?”
“Katara…” Zuko groaned, the gentle stroke of her thumb overwhelming. Fuck, what had he just agreed to?
“You’re going to have to beg for it if you do. I’m still mad at you,” she hissed, gripping him harder for emphasis.
Zuko hissed. “Please Katara.”
“Hmm, try again,” Katara said in a mockingly sweet tone—far too innocent for the ministrations her experienced hands were performing. “That wasn’t too convincing. Maybe I should just leave…”
“I—Fuck! Katara, please just do it, I’m sorry!” She was squeezing and stroking him harder now, and Zuko could hardly stand it.
Katara leaned against him, pressing her breasts flush against his body. He felt her lips brush against his ear. “What is it that you want? Tell me.”
“I want you to touch me—make me cum…. In your mouth, hands—anywhere as long as it’s on you,” Zuko gasped. “Please Katara, I’ll do anything for you.”
Katara pulled away to face him again, smiling. “There’s a good boy. But,” —she tapped his lips with her finger— “you need to stay quiet for me, ok?”
Zuko nodded desperately as she knelt down before him. He watched her reach for his sash and begin to unwind it—torturously slowly—before he felt his trousers slide down to his knees, exposing even more of him.
Katara stared up at him as she carefully traced her tongue along the side of his cock. He couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped him. “Katara, please.”
She pulled away from him, a mocking pout on her face. Zuko whined again, desperate for the touch she was so evilly dangling in front of him.
“Remember what I said about staying quiet? If you want this, I need you to be good for me.”
Zuko almost gave her a quick ‘sorry’, but thought better of it and nodded instead. Katara smirked and went back in.
He managed to keep himself quiet as Katara continued to gently tease him, licking and sucking along his shaft in a way that made Zuko want to scream. The chains dug into his stomach as he strained forward, desperate to feel more.
Katara seemed to notice. Zuko couldn’t hold back the yelp when he felt her hands grab his ass, holding him in place as she finally took the head into her mouth.
Fuck—he hadn’t meant to be that loud.
He watched as Katara peered up at him in irritation. The tip of his cock slowly slid from her lips as she pulled back and stood to press herself against his front instead. Zuko felt her shifting against him as if she was rummaging for something in her tunic, but he couldn’t see what.
“Sounds like you need a little help,” she hissed. A moment later, Katara forced a ball of white fabric into his mouth. She stepped back and smirked, clearly pleased with herself. Zuko noticed that her legs were bare. Her leggings were discarded on the ground, but not her—
Fuck—Katara had shoved her fucking underwear in his mouth. Zuko felt obligated to let out an indignant grunt at the realization, but really it just made him even harder. That taste was hers, and it only made him ache for her more.
“Do you think that will help you keep your mouth shut?” Katara taunted. Zuko understood the implied question through her mocking demeanor. He nodded, silently giving her permission—begging her—to continue.
Katara patted his cheek. “Good. Now behave yourself.”
The hands returned to his ass, and lips returned to his cock. Zuko groaned at the feeling of the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping him. The sound only seemed to encourage Katara, and Zuko was suddenly even more thankful for the gag. He cried out again at the sharp squeeze to his ass as Katara took him even further into her mouth. Zuko stared down in awe as her mouth moved up and down his length. Her tongue swirled against him, making him throw his head back and gasp.
It was overwhelming. Zuko felt like he could barely contain himself as Katara’s soft hands continued to squeeze and grope behind him, holding him firmly in place as she blew him. Fuck, he could feel her lips reach all the way to his base. Zuko had only ever heard of that in crude sailors’ talk. His hips jerked and he winced as the chains held tight against his heaving body. Fuck, he was about to—
Katara abruptly pulled away, and Zuko felt a sharp squeeze at the base of his dick instead. He let out a frustrated cry. Why would she stop now?
“Can’t get this over with too soon,” Katara purred. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She smirked at him—clearly knowing how much she was fucking torturing him—as she slowly began to loosen her tunic, sliding it down her shoulders. Suddenly, Zuko found himself staring at her bare breasts. He couldn’t look away; his eyes traced their every bounce and jiggle as she moved.
Katara squeezed them gently between her hands. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t miss this?”
Zuko could only stare, mesmerized. He’d be lying if he claimed he had never imagined what she looked like under her clothes, but he was entirely unprepared for this. Katara continued to gently knead her breasts while fixing him with that seductive stare. The corners of her mouth were wet, and Zuko couldn’t get over the fact that she was tasting him when she licked her lips.
Katara stepped back to her place in front of him, reaching for the sash at his waist. Her fingers picked at it slowly as she stared at him. This was going to drive Zuko fucking crazy if she didn’t get on with it! He was already throbbing from the lack of attention and fuck did he want Katara to allow him release. Zuko tried to tell her as much, but all that came out was a desperate—embarrassing—muffled moan through the cloth in his mouth.
Seemingly satisfied with his response, Katara unwound the sash and pulled open his tunic. She leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth—still stretched around her fucking underwear—as she slid his tunic down his shoulders, exposing as much as she could of his torso with the chains still in place. Zuko gasped as he felt their bare chests press together. Katara felt so fucking good—soft and warm and strong all at once.
“What do you want?” she asked, in between soft nips at his jaw. “Do you want to cum?”
Fuck did Zuko want to cum. He gave her another muffled groan, eyes pleading. He was so hard it hurt.
“Why should I let you? You haven’t been very good to me.”
Zuko whined. He was trying. He really was; he knew he hurt Katara, and he was doing everything possible to make it up to her. Had his mouth been free, he would have begged her to let him pleasure her, assured that he would be so good for her if she gave him the chance.
“Don’t worry” —Katara trailed kisses down his chest— “you still have time to convince me.”
She stopped at his dick again, and Zuko hoped she would take it into her mouth again. Fuck did he want that, to watch her devour him with her warmth again until—
Zuko moaned at the feeling of her warm lips and tongue gently tracing along the side of his cock. She was so close. Before he could beg her again, Katara pulled away and Zuko wanted to scream. This was fucking painful—she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and even just watching her made heat pulse inside him. Zuko threw his head back and groaned, doing his best to wordlessly beg for relief.
Warmth pressed around his cock again, and he looked down to see Katara caressing him between her breasts. She held one in each hand, pressing them around him as she stared up into his eyes, her expression almost challenging. It was the sexiest fucking thing Zuko had ever seen.
“I can do this all day,” Katara purred. “Can you? Are you strong enough to resist me until I tell you to cum?”
Zuko bit down on the cloth as Katara squeezed his cock between her tits again. He was fucking strong—and he was not going to disappoint Katara. She smirked up at him, as if sensing his thoughts.
He could do this—he fucking could—even when Katara started to move. Even when she licked her lips and massaged him with her tits. Fuck.
Zuko shut his eyes and bit on the gag until his jaw ached. He could…
The effort to keep himself contained was immense. The heat continued to bubble up in his belly, and Zuko continued to repress it. Not yet.
A warm wetness that Zuko assumed to be Katara’s tongue touched him, and the heat was too much. He felt it spread throughout his body, and suddenly—
Fuck! Zuko cried out—this time in real pain—as he felt the freshly-heated chain burn into the skin of his wrists. He tasted ash in his mouth and coughed, desperate to expel the taste of it.
Katara immediately pulled away, and Zuko opened his eyes as he felt her pull the underwear out of his mouth and toss it aside. She looked so…concerned?
“What is it?” There was still aggression in her tone, but her voice was softer.
Zuko swallowed, still feeling the hot chains burning into him. “My…wrists.”
He watched Katara’s eyes trail downwards, to where his wrists were still trapped at his sides. It must have looked painful based on her expression. It certainly felt painful.
To Zuko’s surprise, Katara uncorked the waterskin at her hip and brought forth a long whip. He flinched instinctively, knowing how deadly she could be with her element.
But the whip never touched him. Instead, the chains went slack around him and fell to the ground. Zuko glanced up in surprise. Katara was still looking down at his hands, moving the water to pull his wrists together in front of him. His eyes widened in awe as the water began to glow around his fresh burns and the pain faded away. Katara had said she had healing abilities before, but Zuko had never imagined how surreal it would be to witness it himself.
He had underestimated her, betrayed her, abandoned her…and she still stood before him, gingerly healing his wounds. Katara even looking fucking guilty. Zuko couldn’t have that; it was him who should be apologizing.
“I’m sorry, Katara. I didn’t mean to…make you stop.” There was so much more he wanted to tell her he regretted—that he hadn’t meant to put her through—but the words failed him. He just stared into her eyes, hoping she would understand him.
“You know I don’t want to hurt you, right?” Katara said gently, before hardening her tone. “But you still make me feel so…angry sometimes.”
Zuko didn’t know how to respond to that. So many contradictory emotions swirled within him—the guilt and shame, the ghost of pain on his wrists, the desperate heat of his erect cock against his stomach—but he swallowed them down and settled on a safe response. “How can I make it up to you, Katara? I don’t want to see you hurt either.”
The familiar light of confidence returned to her eyes, and it warmed Zuko’s heart to see it. However, the feeling turned far less innocent as she used the water surrounding his wrists to pull his arms over his head. What she wanted from him was so obvious she didn’t even need to say it.
Katara’s smirk deepened as she leaned in close, lips nearly brushing his. She froze his wrists over his head as she spoke, “You said you didn’t want me to stop, right? Is that what I heard?”
Zuko had said that. He’d fucking meant it too. If Katara left him he’d end up jerking himself off in private, so no fucking way was he going to turn this down. Especially when she seemed to want him too. The pain having passed, he felt his cock once again begging for attention. Zuko spoke carefully, hoping not to ruin the moment again, “Yes, Katara—please.”
“Really? Are you sure you won’t set yourself on fire again? I can’t have you getting loose.”
If Zuko really wanted to, he could get loose. There was nothing but ice holding him up now. It could be melted in seconds if he needed to escape. But…Zuko didn’t want to. He wanted nothing more than to stay pinned in place before Katara, awaiting whatever treatment she had planned for him.
“No—I won’t,” Zuko assured as Katara drew closer to him again. Fuck, he could feel the warmth of her body hovering just inches away. “Please, Katara. I won’t do it again—I promise.”
She grabbed him once again and gently stroked him, but not nearly enough to satisfy Zuko. He whined at the contact.
“I would have never thought you’d be so needy,” Katara mused. She stroked her free hand down his chest and kissed his neck. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you.”
Despite the instincts telling him to bite back against the teasing—Zuko had never thought of himself as fucking needy—there was nothing really to say. He was fucking loving this and the painful hard-on Katara held in her hand was proof.
“I don’t blame you,” Katara continued. “I’m enjoying this, too.”
Zuko could have guessed that. She seemed to love humiliating him like this. But something about her voice was different this time. It wasn’t just pure snark like before; Katara spoke slowly, as if she was taking her time—drawing out their moment together. The way she trailed her lips down his neck made him feel like she was appraising every inch of him. Zuko hoped she was really enjoying him as much as he was enjoying her.
“Katara—” Zuko cut himself off. He didn’t even know what to ask. Did he want her to suck his cock again? Did he want her to keep nibbling gently at his neck? Fuck, he didn’t even know anymore.
She pulled away. Did he say the wrong thing again? Zuko awaited whatever new torment she’d try next, not caring what it was as long as she kept going.
Slowly, she eased aside her long tunic, fully exposing herself to him. Despite knowing fully well she was already free of her undergarments—he’d fucking tasted them—Zuko’s eyes widened at the sight. Her folds were already dripping wet. He could even see the wetness glistening on the insides of her strong, brown thighs. It made his mouth fucking water.
Katara seemed to notice. “Like what you see? It’s been a long time since I’ve had some relief, you know.”
Zuko bit his tongue to hold back his snark about relief. She still hadn’t allowed him to cum, and his aching, neglected dick was a constant reminder.
“Please, Katara. Let me make you feel good,” he offered, desperate for her touch once again.
She smirked, considering. “What makes you think you deserve it?”
From the tone of her voice and the playful look in her eyes, Zuko could tell that she was just teasing him. Of all the ways Zuko had thought of to earn Katara’s trust, he’d never considered being tied up and fucked as an option—though he certainly was fine with the way things had turned out. He didn’t give a fuck about the indignity of the situation anymore. Katara wasn’t angry with him at the moment and he wanted to keep it that way. If she wanted him to beg, he fucking would.
“I’ll be so good for you, Katara—I promise I will, please let me taste you.”
Katara dipped two fingers into her pussy, and Zuko thought he was going to lose his fucking mind. She held them up for him to see, slick and shining with her arousal. “A taste? Is that what you want?”
“Yes—please, Katara,” he whined as she moved her hand closer. He could fucking smell her.
“Katara—” he tried again. She was still taunting him with her scent and he needed it now.
Her warm, wet fingers gently touched the corner of his mouth. Zuko reached out with her tongue, but Katara just smirked and moved her fingers out of reach. She gently traced them around his mouth, smearing her wetness across his face.
“Do you like that?” she purred, running a slick thumb across his lower lip. “Do you want more?”
Zuko licked his lips, taking in every last drop of her taste he could reach. “Yes.”
“What do you want? Tell me.”
He groaned in his throat. What he wanted was obvious, but if Katara wanted to hear him say it, he’d fucking scream it as loud as she wanted.
“I want to taste you, Katara. I want to lick your fingers and make you feel good…. Please, Katara.” He loved the way her eyes lit up when he begged.
Katara cocked her head to the side. “Well, since you’ve been behaving so nicely…”
Her fingers gently pushed past his lips, and Zuko took them in hungrily. He softly sucked at them, swirling his tongue to taste every last drop. Katara wrapped a hand around his cock again as he worked. Zuko gasped as she felt her thumb rub against the head.
Finally, she withdrew her fingers from his mouth. Zuko watched as she slowly pulled back, a string of drool connecting his lips to her hand. He stared, mesmerized, as Katara smiled at him and kissed him again. She braced her hands on his stretched shoulders as she sucked at his lips. Luck had never seemed to be on Zuko’s side before, but right now he thanked the gods for the chance to see such a beautiful sight. Zuko matched Katara’s ferocity, relishing in the sweet taste of her that still lingered on his lips.
“I think I’d like to taste you, too,” Katara whispered, pulling back. Zuko groaned as he felt the warm lips of her pussy brush along his cock.
“Yes, Katara—you can have anything you want.”
She nibbled at his lip again before gasping out, “Right now, I want to fuck you against this tree.”
“Please—”
“But,” Katara cut him off with a finger to his lips. “You’re not going to cum until I tell you to, understand?”
Zuko whined at the thought of containing himself any longer—he had no fucking clue how he’d manage it with his cock in her gorgeous pussy—but he nodded anyway.
A hand brushed through his hair, gently pulling his face closer against Katara’s. Zuko kissed her as passionately as he was able. The sensation of her lips hungrily moving against his forced a small moan out of him.
“Good boy,” Katara whispered against him. Zuko groaned. It was going to be really fucking hard to keep himself from blowing his load if she kept talking like that.
Her hands trailed down behind him, once again settling on his ass. Katara gave him a squeeze before curling a leg around his hip and slowly sinking herself down on his cock. Zuko gasped and bit his lip to keep himself in check. She felt so warm and smooth that it almost had him cumming right then and there.
“Fuck,” Katara breathed against his chest. She shifted her hips and slid down further, still gripping his ass firmly. Zuko watched her face intently, enjoying every little grunt she let out and the flush on her cheeks. He wanted to cup her cheeks and pull her face back to his so fucking badly, but he would not move his hands from where Katara had placed them above his head. Zuko flexed his wrists again. The ice was definitely an improvement over the rough edges of the chains digging into him. Zuko actually fucking liked the feeling of the cold, sturdy bindings holding him in place.
Katara slowly trailed her hands up his back as she rolled her hips gently. She sighed into his ear, “So good.”
Zuko felt her gently squeeze his biceps before she gripped the edges of his tunic, tugging it completely open. He gritted his teeth as Katara picked up the pace of her thrusts and began roughly kissing his chest. Katara felt fucking perfect. Unable to help himself, Zuko thrust into her as much as he could from his position against the tree. He almost immediately regretted it, feeling so fucking close to cumming inside her that it hurt.
He had to force himself to still as Katara’s lips moved up his chest. Her hands clung to his shoulders for support, nails digging in as she fucked herself on his cock. Zuko was nearly shaking with the effort it took to contain himself, but he would not cum before she was done—no.
“Fuck,” Katara gasped into his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin. “You feel so fucking good.”
Zuko felt her lips—her teeth—working at his neck. He let out an involuntary whine as she bit and sucked at the sensitive skin there, undoubtedly marking him up. In that moment, Zuko didn’t give a fuck if she did. His whole world was her hands, her lips, her voice—her pussy, still devouring him with no signs of stopping. How was he going to fucking last—
“Katara—” grunted Zuko. “Please, I—”
“Shh” —Katara gently kissed his neck, just below the ear— “I love the way you feel. I want to fucking ride you all afternoon. Wouldn’t you like that too?”
Zuko would. But the feeling of being so close and holding back was so fucking frustrating. He wanted this to last forever and he wanted to cum. “Yes, I would fucking love to, I—”
“Then stop complaining,” she hissed. “Come on. I know you can last a bit longer for me.”
Zuko could almost feel her smirk against his skin. Katara licked along his jaw before returning to his lips, attacking them frantically as she rode him faster. This time, Zuko’s thighs really did shake as he struggled to keep himself in check. He gasped against Katara’s mouth as the motions of her hips grew frenzied. It was overwhelming.
Katara let out a particularly loud groan against his mouth and dug her nails in hard enough to make Zuko gasp in pain. He felt a rush of warm fluid gush down his legs, and for a split second feared that he had cum without permission.
But as Katara pulled back and he saw her flushed cheeks and heaving chest—the look of bliss on her face—Zuko realized that she had cum on him. He could still feeling it on his thighs…fuck.
“Please,” he gritted out. Zuko was beginning to wonder if it would be worth it to blow his load here and now, even if it meant spending a few more hours in chains.
Katara just cupped his face gently in her hands and kissed him again. The rolling of her hips continued, torturously slowly.
“Not yet,” she whispered.
He tried to beg her again, but all he could manage was a pitiful sound that she seemed to drink in with her slow kisses. Zuko’s hands clenched into fists above him.
It seemed to go on like that for ages before he finally heard Katara’s voice, “Are you ready?”
Fuck, those words were a blessing to Zuko’s ears. He let out a muffled moan against Katara’s lips as she slipped off of him.
“Such a good boy for me,” she purred, quickly pumping his wet cock with her hand. “Go on. Show me how much you loved this.”
The words had barely left Katara’s mouth when Zuko came so hard that he saw fucking stars. He threw back his head and groaned as his hips jerked, enjoying the warm rush of relief that washed over him. He felt his cum splatter all over his stomach—likely Katara’s too—and closed his eyes with a sigh.
“See? It’s better when you wait.”
Zuko simply nodded in response, still catching his breath. He sagged against the ice binding him to the tree. This was the most relaxed he’d felt in so fucking long.
“Hey! What happened to my—”
Oh fuck.
That was not Katara’s voice.
Katara pulled away in an instant and scrambled to adjust her clothes, and Zuko cursed his luck once again.
“Sokka! What are you doing here?” Katara yelled in a flustered tone, still struggling to compose herself.
“I’m just checking my traps! What are you…” he trailed off, eyes locking with Zuko’s. Zuko felt his cheeks heat up in mortification as he realized just how exposed he was without Katara’s body in front of his.
Zuko could only watch in horror as Sokka’s eyes traced over his nearly naked body, the fresh cum on his belly, and the discarded clothes on the ground. What the fuck could he even say?
Sokka just turned around, covering his eyes with his hands. “Ugh! I just—would you at least bring back some of that scrap metal back with you? I can’t believe—ew ew EW!”
Zuko stared straight at the ground as Sokka stormed away, unsure how he would ever fucking live this down.
“You better not fucking tell anyone about this!” Katara screamed after her brother.
“I don’t even want to think about what I just saw!” he called back.
The ice holding Zuko up suddenly disappeared, and he slumped down to find a very flustered Katara standing next to him. Wordlessly, they stood beside each other, pulling their clothes back into place.
Katara looked up at Zuko with a frown. “Did you…burn my underwear?”
Oh shit, he had done that hadn’t he. “Uhh…sorry—I didn’t do that on purpose, I swear.”
Katara just rolled her eyes and pulled her leggings on. Zuko gulped. Fucking nothing seemed to end well for him.
“What’s that,” she said, pointing to his pocket.
Zuko looked down to see the hint of yellow peeking out. “Oh, those are the dandelions I found. For tea.”
Katara’s eyes narrowed in an unreadable expression, but Zuko could have sworn he saw a hint of a genuine smile there.
“Come on,” she said. “We should get back to camp.”
Zuko nodded and moved to follow her. He dreaded the thought of looking Sokka in the eyes again, but his body still felt blissfully weightless after Katara’s efforts. It wasn’t a total loss, at least.
“I guess…next time we shouldn’t do this out in the open,” Katara said flatly.
She sounded annoyed, but Zuko only cared about one bit of that sentence.
Next time.