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Zuko was hungry for her.
In fact, Zuko was starving.
The tension between them had risen like the core of a fallen star. And nothing was going to sate it until the inevitable collision between them.
Especially after Zuko had seen Katara's true bending mastery at play. He got to see her bloodbend. She was a beast, her body a weapon, and her barely restrained control turned him on more than it should.
Katara had chosen not to kill Yon Rha. And Zuko wouldn't have stopped her, if he was being honest with himself. She deserved to exact her revenge in any way she wished, given all she had been through.
But now, after settling into a camp together after the strain of the day, Zuko had other things in his mind. Katara's sharp eyes on him didn't help much either, like she knew. He wouldn't mind those eyes looking down at him while he -
"You wanna come with me?" Katara's voice cut through his musings.
"Hmm?" Zuko responded with stupidly.
Her lips quirked upwards. A look up and down. It drove him mad.
"Rain is holding off. Fire's on low. I wanna go clean up, would you like to join me?" she asked again, getting up and already unburdening herself of her gear.
And that's how he found himself wading through the steam after Katara, body temperature way higher than it should be, even with the fire running through his veins.
She was undeniably gorgeous like this. Without a sense of motherly duty, she was simply just Katara.
Her hair was down, free of the plait, and he longed to run his hand through the waves of it, let it curl around his wrist. The dark brown of it burned a rich red in the light of the setting sun.
She was unwrapped herself, seemingly unbothered by his presence.
Zuko averted his eyes.
"Oh please, nothing you haven't seen before," she said playfully.
He turned to look at her, to argue.
Whatever he was about to say died when he saw her. The time on their journey had made Katara strong, and he couldn't help but stare. The muscles in her arms and abdomen flexed under his watch.
She sank lower into the warm water, neck deep, eyes closed. Zuko tried his best to keep his eyes to himself as they soaked off the day.
"I'm sure you've seen the most beautiful girls the fire nation has to offer," she started again, “in all states of undress.”
“I don’t care about them,” Zuko replied easily.
“Who then? Mai?”
He was suddenly very close to her. In her orbit now, but then, he always has been.
“You.”
The kiss was almost too easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Because it was.
Katara kissed him softly, barely a whisper of touch, and looked up into his eyes. Is this okay? Zuko held her face, like the precious thing she was, and pressed a firmer kiss to her waiting mouth. This is everything.
Katara pulled him in impossibly closer. “Had been waiting for this,” she breathed into him. She wanted him so badly. After everything he had done to show that he was serious about his devotion towards her, how could she not?
“I’m sorry,” Zuko replied honestly. His hands settled on her hips, thumbs carving out the seashell ridges of her hipbones. “I didn’t want it to be weird, with everything that’s happened between us. With Aang.”
“It’s okay, just..” she tried, and this time she licked into his mouth, “...just make up for it now.”
Zuko brushed her hair away from her neck, stroking the line of slender, corded muscle, before kissing her there wetly, right at her pulse point.
Moaning beautifully at that, Katara pushed her chest into him.
He ventured lower, mouth sucking on the expanse of brown skin she eagerly presented to him. Her shoulders, her collar bones. Her fingers pressed firmly into his arms, wanting more.
He took his sweet time getting to her tits, and while Katara appreciated the doting, she needed him there.
She carded her hand through Zuko’s hair, before wrapping the strands around her fingers more firmly and guiding his head down until he was lapping greedily at her nipples. He moaned almost and much as she did, just from the taste of her. She felt his straining erection against her thigh, impossibly hard, and throbbed at the thought of it inside her.
Hungry boy.
There was a purple haze between them, molten amethyst threatening to simultaneously overheat and drown them with the pure need of it all.
Zuko pushed against Katara, seating her up on the stone wall of the hotspring. He kissed her again, and Katara couldn’t help but reach down to get a feel of his cock. It was thick, and the girth of it in her hand had her mouth watering.
“Can’t wait to have this inside me,” she said against his lips before sliding her tongue against his.
Zuko moaned into her mouth, rutting his hips into her touch like he just couldn’t help himself.
“Need to taste you first,” he whined.
He kissed across her stomach, and down to her pussy, just above her clit. He breathed her in, and Katara squirmed, making a sound of embarrassment.
“Shh, don’t get shy now, all of you is beautiful,” he whispered into her, licking softly at her clit. “Been dying to do this for you.”
He hooked an arm around her thigh, pulling her hips closer to his mouth, and glanced up at her face. Zuko swore he could spend the rest of eternity on his knees if it meant getting to have Katara’s eyes on him like that, and her pussy in his mouth.
How did he go so long without it?
Bringing up a hand to squeeze her pussy gently, he kissed and sucked at her clit. Wetter and wetter until he was making out with it, spit flowing freely from where his mouth was attached to her.
Katara had never been treated like this before. A man like Zuko on his knees for her, worshiping her and taking pleasure from it. She didn’t have to look to know that she was dripping.
Zuko’s tongue licked lower, savouring the sweet slick that spilled out of her pussy.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Zuko moaned, dizzy with the flavour of her.
He repositioned himself, thumb coming up to trace circles on her clit, while his tongue pressed firmly against her entrance, before slowly pushing it into her cunt.
Katara gasped, her hands buried themselves in his hair instinctively. She had to ground herself from the relentless shocks of pleasure that was Zuko fucking her on his tongue.
“M gonna come,” she managed, rocking her hips against Zuko’s face.
He thrust into her harder, looking up at her flushed cheeks, her bitten lip, her brows knitted together because of what they were doing. Them. He relished in the way she clenched around his tongue as she came, and how good her pussy sounded getting fucked like this. Getting fucked by him.
Katara breathed out, the tension having melted out of her body - and Zuko could’ve sworn he saw flames in the air released from her lungs.
He separated himself from her slowly, tongue dragging up and across her oversensitive clit as he did. She moaned, hand gripping his hair tighter again.
“Oh?” he asked, “you want more?”
Her hips bucked up at that, and she laughed despite herself. “I did say you needed to make up for it.”
“You did,” Zuko agreed, “and anyway, I want to.”
He traced his fingers lightly along her pussy.
“Zuko, please,” Katara begged.
He pushed a thick finger inside her, marveling at the sight of her cunt taking him so well despite it being so tight.
“You’re still so puffy,” he mused, mostly to himself, but the way Katara fucked herself onto his finger at his words had him doubling down.
He straightened to kiss her again. Messy and wet.
“Mmh, you like it when I talk to you? When I tell you you have a pretty cunt, don’t you?” he whispered into her hair, shoving in another finger, curling them both up hard against her cervix.
Her hand flew to grab at his wrist and she whimpered in agreement. Katara could feel her heartbeat deep inside her cunt, practically in her womb. She was gonna come again, and fast.
They were both transfixed, eyes locked at the place where Zuko’s fingers were buried inside her.
Zuko fucked her pussy hard like that, moving his fingers up and down inside her, not in and out like she expected. Not that Katara was complaining, it felt so fucking good she was drooling.
Her orgasm built up quicker than she was ready for, and Zuko seemed to sense it. He got his tongue back on her clit, sucking and licking until she was spasming around his fingers. Her head was thrown back, and he got the most mouth-watering picture of her exposed neck, and her beautiful tits, already marked up from his ministrations earlier.
He didn’t stop though, fucking his fingers into her delicious pussy relentlessly. She sounded absolutely broken when she whined again, squirting on his fingers and against his mouth, which he readily opened up for.
He couldn’t get enough of her. If he had it his way, he’d spend all his time making her come until all she knew was peace.
“God, Zuko,” she praised softly, eyes closed. She was thoroughly fucked out.
Zuko wrapped his arms around Katara, pulling her back into the comfort of the hotspring with her back against his chest. He kissed the top of head. She looked just about ready to fall asleep.
“W’about you?” she asked, cracking an eye open to peer up at him.
“Later,” he replied with, nuzzling against her head. He was honestly happy to just make Katara feel good. “We have time.”
He got her dressed and back to camp on his back, making sure she was fed first before finally letting sleep take her.
Zuko smiled to himself, petting her hair as she slept.
It was true, they did have time.