So, for the first time in a long time, I wrote some Western Air Temple, angry Katara, Zutara smutâŠ.. - Runs and hides
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Katara bit back the low guttural moan coming from the back of her throat as Zuko swiftly pulled out of her and unceremoniously flipped her onto her stomach. Katara let out a soft growl reminding her of a lethargic tigerdillo as the lack of heat began to nip away at her skin lined with the thinnest layer of sweat.
She remembered not really how her anger and hateful death threats lead to her and Zukoâs torrid affair but at this moment, she didnât give a flying fuck. All she wanted was Zukoâs thick hard length thrusting â no â pounding mercilessly into her but as of this moment, he was continuously trying her patience as he was reaching over the edge of the bed digging in between the mat and the wall for spirit knows what.
The first time this passionate tryst happened, she was yelling and screaming, and ultimately threatening to end his life. Before she knew what had happened, she tried to attack him. Funny, she actually was itching for a fight, what happened turned out to be just as pleasurable. Her hands were soon over her head and her tongue deep in the exiled Princeâs throat. All of her anger and frustration of the war, Ozaiâs wrath, Azulaâs psychosis, Sozinâs Comet, Aangâs feelings towards her that she didnât recouperate, panic for what the next day held, sexual frustrations, and wanting to mount Zukoâs head on a pike after what happened at Ba Sing Sei all came to a head. She wanted to forget. She wanted a distraction. Just for even a moment, she wanted to leave this godforsaken world behind and just focus on something other than the ultimate destruction of the world.
What she found was Zukoâs smoldering eyes defying her own, his scorching hot lips upon her naked breast, unbearably warm breath against the dark skin of her sweaty throat, his clumsy calloused fingers at her bud his soft wet pink tongue in-between her wet folds as she screamed his name mercilessly at what she hoped were the soundproof walls of the Western Air Temple. When he entered her the first time, she found herself coming back to reality. She found herself falling from this sex-hazed cloud when the pain and her virgin blood dripped down her thigh.
In a second, she wanted to scream, she glared angrily in Zukoâs eyes for this horrendous treason and decided she would kill him there until her eyes caught the deep amber. Without speaking a word, she knew he was asking for permission to continue. The pain instantly subsided and the only answer she gave him was to reach and grab hold of his unbelievably tight ass. Thatâs all it was she told herself. She wanted someone she could care less about to fulfill a need. She needed a high, and Zuko for now, could fulfill that for her â no strings attached â and that was too good an offer to pass up. She would keep him alive and he could give her a short escape from the world and itâs worries if only for a moment. What could possibly go wrong?
Katara groaned finally feeling the firebenders hands against her hips. He motioned her to lift her hips up gently and felt him push a soft yet slightly tattered pillow under her stomach and hips before she felt him pressing her down once more. Katara let out a breath of frustration as she felt the cold breeze make itâs way across her backside proudly displayed in the air. She mumbled angrily and ground her hips demanding penetration.
After a few seconds, she was appeased feeling Zuko adjust himself behind her before smoothly entering her tight warmth. After a few lazy thrusts and gaining back his momentum and at the angry demands of the waterbender, Zuko happily obliged when he began fucking her into oblivion.
Katara grunted out curses as she felt the Princeâs unbearably hot chest pressed against hers. The sticky sweat between them only adding to the heated friction of their union. She felt Zukoâs hand reach itself over her, his arm resting against her stomach and his fingers in her damp curls rubbing her clit furiously, sending jolts of electricity coursing through her spine until she hit a wall. The vision behind her eyes went white as she collapsed deeper into the covers, her knuckles whitening from her grasp upon the wool sheets beneath her.
She felt him pull out of her and felt the heat of the spurts of his semen hitting her back as her name traced his lips. Her brows momentarily furrowed at the thought but allowed the fleeting orgasm to make her forget it. She quickly sat up, using her waterbending to will the semen off of her back and into the chamber pot in the next room.
Zuko remained silent as always as she picked up her discarded clothes from the floor. As she dressed, her eyes glanced over to Zukoâs nude form reclining on his bed. His back leaning against his headboard, his left hand resting against the crumpled covers and his right hand resting on top of his thigh. She turned away but as she slipped on the rest of her clothes, she found her eyes straying toward the exiled Prince again. Seeing the moonlight cascading across his alabaster skin and she couldnât deny it, flawless figure, that looked like something carved from stone rather than made of flesh and blood. Even the scar along his chiseled features even made him appear she dare say it â devastatingly beautiful.
Katara fought the fluttering in her chest as she forced her eyes away from the Fire Prince and put up her walls again. She willed herself toward the door, she glanced at him one more time and found herself looking into the intense amber gaze.
âSame time tomorrow?â he asked softly, an odd request laced with what she couldnât deny as sadness.
She pushed that aside and grumbled, âIf you know whatâs good for you, youâll â â
âI know⊠Iâll keep my mouth shut.â
âDamn right you will.â Katara growled, opening the door.
âGoodnight⊠KataraâŠâ he whispered her name softly.
Kataraâs breath caught in her throat at the softness in which he spoke her name without her consent, her eyes turned toward him again. Her mouth slightly agape as she glared at the Prince. Seeing a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips, she found her heartbeat pounding against her ribcage and before she knew it, she had whispered the reply, âGoodnight, Zuko.â his name falling like a soft prayer from her full lips.
Katara quickly left the room not believing that after so much stony indifference that she found herself falling for the man she swore she hatedâŠ
