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“I thought I’d find you here. Since when do you schedule meetings so late?”
Zuko instantly perks up at the sound of his wife’s voice, setting down the scroll he’d been reading. It is information he needs for the meeting with the agricultural minister, but the sight of Katara’s warm smile after a long day of pouring over paperwork is too much for him to resist.
She’s wearing a casual blue robe, her hair falling messily down her shoulders, freed from its formal style by a long day of work. Zuko stands to greet her, reaching out to take her hand as she steps across the flowing stream of water occupying the space where there once was a wall of flame.
The break of tradition makes him smile. His forefathers would have screamed at him for taking his Water Tribe wife’s hand and leading her carefully to the platform reserved only for royalty. But as far as Zuko’s concerned, Katara is royalty in her own right. After all, the room they stand in has been redecorated with her careful input.
Zuko likes it much better this way. The once intimidating and dim throne room—the place where his father condemned him to mutilation and banishment—now looks bright and lively. Vibrant red banners adorn the walls, illuminated by the natural light of the sun pouring in through latticed windows, and a softly flowing pond of red and orange koi fish circles the raised platform of Zuko’s throne.
“I once thought that this room could never look beautiful,” Katara says, echoing his thoughts.
The hall looks so much different than how Zuko remembers from his childhood, but it’s true. This had never been a pleasant place for him; it was the place where he had bowed before his grandfather, desperately hoping to be deemed worthy of his place in the royal line. But now, there is no more fear, only the setting sun gently seeping in through the windows to shine on Katara’s beautiful face.
“Thanks to your input,” Zuko smiles. “Do you have any other bright ideas?”
“Hmm, maybe a fountain or two,” Katara muses with a smirk, tracing her fingers down Zuko’s clothed chest.
Zuko laughs. “I think my financial ministers would kill me.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time someone tried,” Katara jokes, wrapping her arms around him and staring up at him. Zuko can tell by the mischievous glint in her eyes that something besides installing fountains in the throne room brrings her here tonight.
As if on queue, Katara reaches up to draw him into a long, gentle kiss. Her lips are as soft as ever, and Zuko finds himself caressing her hair as she draws it out. She pulls back slightly, allowing him the chance to speak. “Katara, the meeting—”
“Cancelled,” she purrs with a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Cancelled?” Zuko exclaims. He’s not complaining, of course, but how did she manage that? “What did you do?”
“I just told your agricultural minister that I had some urgent news that required the Fire Lord’s immediate attention.”
“How did he take that?” Zuko smirks as he imagines the frustration of that uptight old man.
“As well as expected,” Katara shrugs. “But who is he to question the business of the Fire Lady?”
Zuko can tell she’s joking, but the ease at which she’d taken to her position makes his heart swell with admiration. It was a challenge at first, but over the years Katara has proven to be the kind and generous leader who Zuko needs by his side. “You’re a natural at this, aren’t you? Maybe you should wear the crown.”
Katara rolls her eyes with a smile. “I think I’ve already angered your council enough. Besides” —she brushes her fingers through his loose bangs— “it looks better on you.”
Zuko isn’t sure exactly what it is that prompts him to break decades of strict tradition. Maybe it comes naturally with all the other ways he’s already disregarded tradition during his reign—or maybe it’s the radiant face of his wife staring up at him—but somehow Zuko finds himself plucking his crown from his hair and securing it into Katara’s.
She stares up at him, stunned, and he can’t help but smirk. The light of the vibrant sunset outside still shines in her eyes, and the golden crown sparkles amongst the sea of dark curls on her head. “You’re wrong. I think it looks better on you.”
Katara seems to recover from her initial shock, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she presses closer to him. “Well, aren’t you in a naughty mood tonight, Fire Lord.”
Zuko gasps as he feels her gently rub at his cock through his thick robes. “I guess I know what your plans are tonight. Is this why you really cancelled my meeting?”
“Definitely part of the reason,” she winks. Katara’s gaze seems to grow more lecherous by the minute as she takes a quick survey of the room before looking back to Zuko. “I’m not sure if I’m patient enough to make it back to the bedroom. This is a lovely place” —she cocks her head to the side, a deceivingly innocent expression on her face— “what do you think?”
Sex…in the throne room? Zuko wonders why that idea had never occurred to him and he nearly drools at the thought. Being such a large room, it did feel a bit exposed, but then again, who would dare interrupt the Fire Lord without a proper warning? Zuko shrugs, “You’re the one wearing the crown, it’s your call.”
He already knows what answer she’ll give him. “Well” —Katara strolls slowly to the throne, hips swaying gently— “it is your palace. I don’t see why not. We’ve already broken several rules, after all…”
Zuko follows her, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
“How about we break a few more?” he whispers as he kisses her neck.
“Oh?” Katara turns to him with a raised eyebrow. “I’m listening.”
Zuko has to suppress a groan as Katara pulls him against her once again. She really doesn’t have much patience tonight. He can feel the soft curves of her body through her clothes as she holds him tight and traces her lips down his throat. Zuko does groan this time. Maybe he doesn’t have much patience either.
“Have you ever wanted to sit on the throne?”
That seems to catch Katara by surprise. She steps back from the embrace, staring up at him as if she expects him to laugh it off at any moment. But Zuko is serious. When he agreed to be her partner, he had meant partners in everything, and Katara has more than earned the right to sit on that throne. Zuko smiles and nods his head towards the ornate seat.
Katara’s eyes widen slightly at his invitation. She takes a careful few steps back before slowly lowering herself onto the throne. Adjusting her hips slightly, she leans back with a cheeky grin on her face. “I’m surprised the Fire Lord couldn’t find himself a more comfortable seat.”
They both chuckle at that. It’s true; Zuko would prefer a softer place to sit, but appearances are everything. His job is to rule, not lounge. But now…now is a different story. There is no council, no summit taking place. Just Katara, staring up at him with lust-filled eyes.
Zuko sinks to his knees before her. He notices Katara flush as he grasps one of her hands and kisses it softly. It’s one of the things Zuko loves most about her; Katara could laugh off the dirtiest things without missing a beat, but it’s always the little, tender gestures that make her the most flustered.
“You really know how to make a girl feel special, don’t you?” she says, placing her other hand over his and softly stroking.
“Just paying my respects to the Fire Lady,” Zuko responds quickly, trying not to let her words fluster him. It’s almost embarrassing. Katara always makes her love of his little gestures known, yet they somehow surprise him each time.
Katara smiles coyly. “Well, I hope you’re not done yet.”
She shifts her hips again, and Zuko feels his cock hard in his pants when he notices the way she’s subtly spreading her knees apart as she begins to lift her skirt. The sight of her makes him stare in awe; crown still gleaming on her head as she stares knowingly down at him, inviting him to touch her. Zuko nearly gasps as Katara’s hand lovingly cups his cheek. Her touch is so gentle, her soft thumb brushing across his lips just like it had after their first true conversation.
Zuko gently takes hold of her wrist and kisses her palm softly. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done paying my respects to you.”
“That’s good to hear,” Katara purrs, pulling up her skirt further. Zuko’s hands are instantly drawn to her beautifully toned brown thighs. She sighs as his warm fingers stroke them, moving her hands to stroke his hair. “You always do such an amazing job of it.”
The praise spurring him on, Zuko leans down to kiss one of Katara’s thighs, just above the knee. He feels her hands tighten in his hair as he works his way up. Katara sighs in delight and Zuko smiles against her skin. He moves his hands to the small of her back, holding her gently as he softly licks and sucks, alternating sides until his lips hover at the edges of her undergarments.
“Zuko, please,” she moans, one hand rubbing desperate circles on the back of his head. Her desperate voice makes something stir within him, and suddenly he needs to make sure she has everything she wants.
With one final kiss to her inner thigh, he moves his hands from her back to her hips. Katara’s hands cover his, guiding him as he tugs her undergarments down and off. Zuko heats his fingers ever so slightly as they trail down her legs, knowing how much she loves the gentle warmth of his hands. His efforts earn him a contented sigh, and it’s music to his ears.
Katara eagerly props her knees up on his shoulders, her ankles resting delicately on his back. Rubbing soft circles on her thighs, Zuko glances up at Katara’s face. Her cheeks are gorgeously flushed as she stares down at him with half-lidded eyes, a loving smile on her face. Zuko feels like the luckiest man alive as she continues stroking his hair, her sparkling blue eyes silently begging him to continue.
“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes before leaning forward.
Zuko trails his lips along the edges of her pussy—teasing her gently—before lapping at her with his tongue. A soft moan escapes him as he drinks in her sweet taste. Katara’s hands tighten in his hair as she lets out a sigh of her own, rolling her hips against his mouth in earnest.
It’s her way of asking for more, and Zuko is happy as always to obey her. He wraps his hands around her ass, pulling her as close as he can to him. His tongue swirls hungrily through her folds until it passes over the place that makes her moan desperately. Her legs tighten around his shoulders.
“Zuko,” she gasps out. “You’re so good…always so good for me.”
He groans softly against her, making her hips quiver again. Katara knows how much he loves that, and she uses it to her advantage. Pleased sighs and praises continue to pour from her as she strokes his hair. Zuko worries for a moment that someone might hear, but he reminds himself that nobody would dare enter the throne room uninvited.
And even if they did…Zuko would never regret getting down on his knees to pleasure the most gorgeous woman he’d even seen.
Katara moans again above him, her hips quivering. Every soft tug of his hair, every clench of her trembling thighs around his face makes him feel more desperate to give her pleasure. Zuko licks and sucks in earnest. His tongue dips and swirls in a well-practiced motion while he sucks hard on her clit, carefully scraping his teeth along the edge.
“I’m so close. Gonna—mm—cum all over your face, baby,” Katara whines. Fuck, is that hot.
Zuko can feel her release approaching. The rolling motion of her body is so erratic that he has to hold on to her hips to keep his mouth pressed firmly against her. He hears Katara’s voice above him—moaning out incoherent praises—and he takes a glance up. Her eyes are closed as she tilts her head back, chest heaving as she shivers with pleasure.
Blue eyes crack open to meet Zuko’s before Katara finally reaches her limit. She looks down at him with such a satisfied and loving expression that it makes Zuko melt. He feels warmth on his chest, and he’s not sure whether it’s from the stunning look on her face or the wetness gushing from her as he works her through her orgasm.
When she finally relaxes and leans back, Zuko pulls away and peers up at her. “You should cancel my meetings behind my back more often, my love.”
“How can I resist the Fire Lord’s offer?” she purrs, crossing her legs as she leans down to rub his lips with her thumb. “I think I like the royal treatment.”
Katara releases him as she makes an exaggerated show of adjusting the crown in her hair. Zuko can’t help but chuckle at the smirk on her face. “Well, this particular perk isn’t enjoyed by all royalty. Just for you, my Lady.”
“You mean, you haven’t been pleasured on your throne before?” Katara pouts in mock surprise. “I think we should fix that, don’t you, my Lord?”
Zuko feels himself flush. He still can’t believe this idea hadn’t occurred to him before. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”
“Right answer.” Katara uncrosses her legs and stands slowly, bending down to plant a kiss on his cheek. Zuko feels his heart flutter as she regards him with a smirk. “Stand up, love. I’m going to ride you on this throne until you cum inside me.”
Soft yet strong hands pull him to his feet, and Zuko eagerly allows them to guide him. He fucking loves it when she gets like this. He’s drawn into another kiss, feeling Katara’s tongue lap at his, undoubtedly searching for her taste in his mouth. A hand snakes down to rub his erection through his robes and he groans at the pressure. “Mm, Katara—”
“I know, love,” she purrs between gentle nips at his jaw. “I can feel” —she squeezes his clothed cock— “how much you need me.”
Katara pulls back, and Zuko has to restrain himself from whining at the lack of touch. Thankfully, the loss is short-lived as he quickly finds himself spun around and gently pushed down on the throne.
“Is this what you’d like?” Katara moves to straddle him, running her hands through his hair as she kisses his lips again. “Do you want your pretty cock inside me?”
“I’d love that Katara,” he groans, rubbing her hips for emphasis. “Please.”
Her eyes look suddenly hungry as she takes her hands out of his hair and reaches lower. Katara makes quick work of his robes, diligently removing every layer that obstructs the cock hard against his thigh. She somehow gets it out faster than Zuko himself could have.
He moans as soon as he feels the soft evening breeze on his freshly exposed cock. Katara’s gaze shifts down, eyes sparkling with lust as she eyes it. Zuko feels her silently appraising him, two fingers stroking down the length of his cock almost reverently. He’s been with Katara long even to be confident in the truth of her adoration for it; she loves telling him how big he is, how pretty he looks, how wonderful he feels inside her.
The mere thought of it makes Zuko moan as he feels Katara’s hands shift again.
She delicately cups his balls in one hand, her other stroking his almost achingly hard cock. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Always, Katara,” Zuko groans, hips rolling desperately into her touch. He leans forward to capture her in another hungry kiss, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she continues to fondle his cock with her hands. “Please!”
Katara finally breaks the kiss and shifts her hips forward, much to Zuko’s relief. He’s not sure how long he can last with her warm, soft body pressed against his, her intoxicating taste still fresh on his tongue. One of her hands snakes up his back to curl in his hair, pulling his head close to hers as she kisses his neck and whispers, “You’re so sexy when you’re needy.”
The praise and Katara’s warm breath on his ear makes him shudder with need. Zuko feels her position herself above his cock as one hand gently guides it into place, her other still tangled in his hair. He gasps as he feels his head bump against her slick pussy. They’ve barely started, and he already has to restrain himself from cumming all over her gorgeous body.
Zuko bites his lip as Katara eases herself down, her other arm reaching up to circle around his shoulders. Her breath tickles his ear as she lets out a soft moan, taking him in effortlessly.
“Your cock feels so nice…so big and nice just for me,” Katara hisses. Her grip tightens, pressing Zuko’s face into her shoulder. She rolls her hips against his in earnest.
Zuko lets out a muffled groan against her skin as he feels her slick pussy shift around him. It’s almost as if he can feel her every shudder and moan through his own body. He moves his hands from her shoulders down her back, warming his fingers and massaging in slow circles, pulling her closer against him.
“Mm—Zuko!” she pants, clutching head against her with a grip that almost feels bruising. “You fuck me so well, baby. Please…give me more.”
No further encouragement is needed. Zuko shifts his hands even lower, softly rubbing her ass as he thrusts his hips up to meet hers. He can feel the strong muscles of her ass and thighs clenching as she rhythmically rolls against him, admiring the way they feel under his hands. He moans again as he feels her grip his hair tighter with trembling hands, letting him know how great he’s making her feel.
Zuko can’t think about anything but making her feel even better.
He pulls his head back slightly to stare up into Katara’s panting face, her body bouncing up and down as he fucks her. She smiles when he meets her eyes—fuck, she’s gorgeous—and Zuko moves his hands back up to stroke through her hair, a few strands falling lose from the crown still perched regally on her head.
One of Katara’s hands reaches under his chin to pull him into a quick kiss. “You’re looking pretty—ah—flushed, do you want to cum?”
Zuko does—it’s almost painful to hold it back—but he wants this moment to last as long as possible. “Not until you do, my love.”
“Mm—such a good boy,” she keens.
Those words somehow make Zuko feel even warmer. Katara knows exactly what she’s doing; part of Zuko is worried he won’t be able to restrain himself until she gets off.
Zuko reaches for the collar of her dress, watching her eyes for silent permission before carefully easing it open. Her breasts fall free, and Zuko is once again captivated by the beauty of the soft, brown mounds. He cups one in each hand and squeezes gently as he massages her nipples with his thumbs. Katara moans at the touch and mumbles a string of praises that Zuko can’t quite make out. His hips buck harder at her encouragement, desperate to feel her gush all over him once again.
He leans forward and takes one of her hard nipples in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. He knows how sensitive she is there. As he feels her clutch his head desperately against her, he hugs her around the back, holding her flush against him as he works.
Katara throws her head back with such force that it makes Zuko worry about the crown staying on her head. “Fuck, just like that, baby—you’re going to make me cum.”
Zuko would love that like nothing else. He continues his fast pace, still working at her nipples with his tongue just as she instructs. Desperate to have her cum first, Zuko begins to stroke Katara’s back with his hands. He massages her shoulders in slow circles, warms his fingers to carefully trace them down her spine, gently squeezes her firm ass as it bounces in time with his thrusts.
Katara can’t seem to get enough; Zuko feels her writhe and squeeze his head tighter with his every touch. She leans down and he feels his lips in her hair, heavy breaths and moans brushing his scalp. He feels completely enveloped in her in the best way possible, his every sense occupied with the warmth and beauty of Katara’s body. Zuko suddenly feels his climax building alongside hers.
Their pace becomes frenzied, both pressing and pulling together as close as they can get, crashing against one another with erratic thrusts. Zuko feels her warm pussy trembling around him as her body shakes. Katara doesn’t bother to hide the loud moan as she achieves her release once again. Wetness gushes over Zuko’s legs a second before he finally allows himself to cum. He sees white as it spurts from him, his cock still buried inside Katara’s warmth.
Katara slumps against Zuko’s chest, pushing them both against the back of the throne. They sit there—breathless—his cock still inside her, softening as he feels his energy leave him.
“I love the way you feel,” she whispers, sliding off of him and tucking him back in his pants with a soft little pat.
“You too,” Zuko breathes.
Katara leans back against his chest, looping an arm over his shoulder. Zuko raises an eyebrow. “Maybe we should head to bed soon.”
“In a bit,” Katara mumbles against him, absently rubbing his shoulder.
Zuko sighs and leans his head on top of hers—careful of the crown—and runs his hands through her hair. Katara hums sleepily at the contact and snuggles herself closer. Zuko once again finds himself wondering how he could have possibly been so lucky to earn her love. He wraps his arms around her and cradles her against him, silently reminding her how precious she is to him.
“I love you so much,” she murmurs.
Zuko kisses her hair. No matter how much she says that, it makes him feel warm inside every time. “I love you too.”
Maybe…it would be nice to stay like this all night.