You barely remember how you ended up in this position. Up against a pillar in a dark forgotten corner of the palace. One side of your face is cool against the marble stone while the other is burning under the skin of your lover.
The meeting didn’t go so well, ending with Zuko leaving the meeting before everyone else. That was usually a sign that he was upset and needed time to calm himself before showing his face again to the rest of the court. Normally, you would let him be and speak to him after he returned but today something was pulling you to him. So you followed.
Carefully walking some meters behind him you tried to keep your steps as silent as possible. Corner after corner he kept turning and you started to fall behind until you turned the corner he had and could no longer see him.
You paused in confusion. The hallway stretched on until it turned another corner further down but he didn’t appear to have gone that way either. Walking back the way you came you realised you had never been in this part of the palace before. Suddenly you were painfully aware you might be lost. That’s when a hand grabbed you and pulled you into a dark alcove. Your front hit a stone pillar with enough force to knock the breath from you.
“Y/N?” You would know that voice anywhere.
“My king” You sigh his name and instantly regret the way it sounded relieved coming off your lips.
“Why are you following me?”
“I just was worried about you. You looked more upset than last time.” You try to turn your head but his hand is pressing your head firming against the pillar. His other hand has both of yours interlocked behind your back. His torso presses heavily against your back and a shot of heat licks across your body.
Zuko says nothing and makes no attempt to move. Your body begins heating up more the longer his weight is pressed against you. Finally, he takes a deep breath and releases you but he keeps you trapped against the pillar. His head falls to your shoulder and you feel the entirety of the weight he is carrying.
You hesitate before raising your hand to slide your hand up along his neck into his tightly styled hair. Your finger dig gently into his scalp and you feel the shudder roll through his body. Thinking you were causing him discomfort you go to pull away. His voice stops you.
“Don’t. Don’t stop please.” His voice holds a hint of a whine and a slip of the lisp you know he worked so hard to hide.
Sliding your hand back into place you resume lightly scratching his scalp. His body presses closer to yours as you keep up your ministrations. His arms that were held limply at his side raise to grip your hips softly as he lets out a groan that sounds so tortured your body reacts dangerously. A steady tingle falls between your legs and your breath catches when you feel something hard press into your ass.
Fuck.
“My King?” You swallow, nervous.
“I’m sorry. I-I just need a moment.” But his hands grip your hips tighter and you can feel the shape of him more clearly against your back. You feel your eyes widen as you guess at the size of his dick. He’s long and he is so hard.
“How did you end up following this man with pure intentions and ending up in this position,” you think to yourself.
Deciding then, What’s one more bad decision? You swallow your nerves and speak again.
“My king? M-maybe I could be of some use to you.” His body goes stiff. One of his hands reaches forward to turn your face towards him while the other slides to rest against your belly. His large hand spanning over your stomach. Your stomach tightens at the feel of his warmth.
“How?” That one word whispered against your lips while he looked at you with undeniably lust in his eyes was enough to undo you. Without warning your lips crash into his. He doesn’t hesitate in kissing you back. Teeth clash and tongues dance messily before he grips your face tightly, taking control of the kiss. A confidence you had never seen in him before taken over. It excites you to think no one else would ever see this side of him.
His tongue sliding slowly and sensuously over yours sends sparks straight to your core where the hand on your stomach was slowly making its way lower. Your body was practically begging for it. Begging for the heat of him.
With great effort he pulls his lips from yours. His breathes fan heavily over your face and yours mingle sweetly with his. His eyes remain closed, tightly so you take this moment to look over his handsome face.
“Y/N, I don’t think you know what you are offering. I-I am not going to be gentle with you.” his voice sounds tortured, like he hates the way he is losing control. “I don’t want gentle My king-”
“Zuko.”
“What?“Call me by my name.”
You hesitate for but a moment rolling his name around in your mind before you let it slide between your lips onto his.
“Zuko. I- I want you.” his entire body shudders at your words and the hand holding your face tightens once more. A low groan leaves him and you greedily bask in the knowledge it is you bringing these sounds out of him.
The hand gripping your stomach finally slides under the waistband of your pants/skirts and your body jerks as he touches where you have been silently begging him to. His lips never stop moving over yours as his touch ignites you. You gasp out in pleasure as he moves his fingers over you. Breaking the kiss with a bite of your lip he pushes your head roughly up against the pillar.
“I am going to fuck you. Do you understand?” the deep timbre of his voice washes over you as he works you over harder. Your cries echo off the walls and briefly worry flashes through your mind. What if someone walks by? As quickly as the thought forms it is banished by the feel of Zuko slowly sliding a finger inside you.
“I asked you a question, Y/N.” His finger moves deeper inside you making it hard to form a thought, let alone a respond. you shake your head but that’s not enough for him.
“I need to hear you say it.” You feel another finger nudge at your hole. A long moan rips from your throat as he begins thrusting those fingers in and out of you. He presses up against a spot inside you had has you seeing stars and almost cumming when he abruptly stops. Shamefully, your body presses back against his and you try to ride his fingers. He wraps the fingers not inside you denying you completion around your neck and squeezes.
“Answer your king.”
You answer on a choked whimper after trying again to force him to continue. His body presses completely onto yours. His body deceptively bulky, making it hard for you to move at all. Your chest constricts under the weight of him as you give him what he wants.
“Yes. Yes. I understand. YES!” you shout as he pulls his fingers from you fully only to slam them back in while adding a third directly into that spot inside you.
Your orgasm rips through you so forcefully it borders on painfully. You soak his hand and your pants/skirts but he doesn’t stop he continues fucking you with his fingers. Your cries escalate as you become over stimulated. Tears fall freely form your eyes as you beg, for what you can’t even tell yourself.
“One more.” he chants as he continues. His hips against your ass rub wildly against as if they are chasing their own high. You want imagine him entering you and feel yourself burst again. Your scream for sure was heard even in the furthest halls of the palace.
Finally, his hand hand slows and his fingers slip form inside you. His breathes are ragged as he turns you to face him. A glow has overtaken his face and in that moment you think he is the most beautiful man you have ever seen. With your chest heaving and pain in your heart you reach for his face. You don’t hesitate when he flinches away from your right hand. The hand that comes to cup the scarred side of his face. His eyes flash between yours, a thousand emotions flickering. You see the moment the vulnerability leaves him and the lust returns.
“Open.” he rubs the three fingers he used to fuck you against your lips and you have no choice but to obey. The glint in his amber eyes is enough encouragement to slide your tongue over each digit and clean yourself from them. Pulling back from you slightly he deftly undoes his pants and pulls his cock out. You pant around his fingers at the sight of him. Long, dusky and dripping it is a sight you won’t soon forget. Taking his fingers from your mouth he grips himself with them and begins stroking. He coats himself in your saliva and your core flips in anticipation.
“You are going to feel so good around me. Do you know I see how you look at me in the meetings? How I affect you?” you can’t take your eyes off him as he increases the speed of his strokes.
“I sometimes beg you in my head to come after me.” you eyes shoot up to his but he doesn’t give you a chance to speak.
“Step out of your pants/skirts.” he has stopped stroking himself and is waiting for you to do as he directed. On shaking legs you do ask he said. The lanterns around you flicker when his gaze drops to stare at you. Boxing you in once again he kisses you hard. His hands fall to your hips then lower to grip your thighs, his skin is hot. He hefts your legs up around his waist and lifts you with ease. His lips trail messily down to your throat and bite down hard. Your head falls back and hits the pillar. He immediately lifts his head at the sound. A tender look of concern crosses his face and he adjusts to himself to line up with your entrance before slipping a hand behind your head protecting you from hitting it again.
He pushes his hips forward enough to press just the tip into you before he stops. You whine at his games which bring a throaty chuckle out of him.
“You already feel so good. I need you to tell me again that this is okay.”
“It’s okay.” the words fall readily from your lips not wanting him to second guess this.
“Okay.” His forehead comes to rest against your as he seems to close his eyes in concentration. Slowly, slowly he enters you.
“Oh.”
“Fuck, you- you are so tight. Oh shi-” it catches you both off guard as you orgasm around him as he bottoms out in you. You throw your head back but instead of hard marble your head is cushioned by his strong hand. You feel the tears threaten to fall again as his cock jerks inside you. It feels like hours before your body finally calms enough to let you stop seeing stars, that’s when he finally decides to move. Drawing himself near fully out of you he slams back in. He does it again slowly. Slowly. Slowly. Until something in him snaps and he begins chasing his own release. Over and over he enters you. The hand protecting your head leaves join the other as it wraps under your arms and slides over your back to grip your shoulders. He spreads his legs further apart forcing you to nearly sit in his lap. Using your shoulders as leverage his thrusts become more brutal. This new angle is far from kind to you. Your head begins to feel foggy with pure lust.
“Don’t…Ah fuck.” he can’t finish his sentence as you begin squeezing him again. Another orgasm, impossibly, is washing over you. This one more intense than the last few it seems. Zuko slows forcing your impending orgasm to crest. How someone can have such control over your body scares you but you gladly let him do with you whatever he wishes.
“I know baby. I know.” His voice is a hoarse whisper in your ear. His hot breath fanning across the side of your face as he thrusts into you. The endearment makes your heart clench along with your core.
“Together. I want us to come together.”
The tears you had been holding back finally begin to fall again as he kisses you with such soft reverence. You know in that moment all the secret pining, the longing looks, the endless wanting would never be enough for you. You loved him. You loved him and could never have him beyond this moment.
“Together.” you whisper with tears blurring your eyes and emotion clogging your throat.
I saw a TikTok of a Princess being burned at the stake with a Jester because they had fallen in love and the Prince she was married to had her and him burned for her infidelity. The Princess and Prince were in a loveless political marriage.
The priests were wrong, as they often are. Magic did exist in their world. The queen, belly swollen with the child of her true love, watched as her love, beaten and battered, smiled at her for the last time as the flames licked at his feet. Her own pain not registering as she watched her love smile at her for the last time.
They did not know that the Gods were watching and they were disturbed by what their followers had done in their name. One villager who had stayed, cried for the couple. This one villager believed love should have no status, no limits and no borders, stayed and wept for the couple. She wept for her queen, she wept for the love that shown in the jester’s face even as he was burned alive. Wept for the unborn child. When she had cried herself dry, her throat raw and near bleeding and her father had come to find her, that is when she heard the sound. Barely there. A cry. A coo. Coming from the burned alter of the queen.
The villager moved without thought to the rubble and ash. Ignoring her father’s pleas and the stares of a growing crowd. Moving the chard beam that held the queen’s shriveled body hostage she saw what had made the sound. A baby. A beautiful baby girl blanketed by the ashes of her mother.
The Gods were pleased, it seemed, with who found the baby they had saved. They placed their blessing upon the woman in hopes she would keep the child.
With whispers from the wind in her ear the woman fled. No guard was able to capture her. Her feet were sure and no path was hidden from her sight. She ran far, farther than she had ever ran before. Her legs felt no pain nor fatigue. Her lungs stayed full of air. She did not hunger.
For days the woman ran scarcely stopping. When her body finally gave out she was weeks of travel away from the capital. The Gods led her to a hidden cabin deep in the forest no one dared enter. There she would raise the babe as her own, preparing the child for an uncertain future.
TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of SA, Sexual violence, Blood, Gore, this is very dark and heavy. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE WARNINGS MENTIONED PLEASE!
Marcus ran terrified through the forest. His lungs burned for air. His body ached. His vision blurred but he could not stop. If he stopped they would find him. If he stopped them would catch him. If he stopped— he could not think about what would happen to him if he stopped. The village beckoned him. He was so close, just a little further. Just a little-
He collapsed just outside the gates of the village. He found he was unable to make a sound. His body wouldn’t listen to him. He thanked the Gods it was the middle of the day and people were going about their normal duties.
“Oh my Gods what happened to you?” some one had spotted him. Soon many gathered around him.
He was shaking. His entire body vibrating with uncontrollable fear. So covered in blood the villagers couldn’t tell where it was coming from.
“Marcus! What happened man?”
“Someone fetch the healers quickly!”
Marcus refused to speak or rather seemed unable to.
Only when the healers arrived did Marcus finally make a sound. The sound he made would haunt the villagers for the rest of their days.
The healers were a pair of sisters. Athena, the eldest, a soft spoken gentle thing. Zara, the wild energetic younger sister. They lived in the forest just outside of the village, alone now that their mother and grandmother had both passed on.
Marcus, a strapping and large man of 8 and 40 years screamed at the sight of the two young women. Both sisters were covered in blood but to the villagers that was nothing out of the ordinary, as there was a war happening and they were the only ones in their tiny village with any healing knowledge. Battalions of soldiers often passed through the village now.
“Hello loose thread.” Zara slowly walked up to the stand over the trembling screeching man. Her smile was feral, her eyes alight with mirth. Athena silently moved to stand just to the right of her sister. Though both women were well above the average stature of any woman in the village thanks to their father; their personalities did not lean towards intimidation. Confusion bled into the onlookers faces as Marcus began stuttering. He desperately tried to warn the villagers of the sisters’ treachery. Of what he had barely managed to escape. The man was so overcome with terror when Athena also crouched down to stare him in the face, he soiled himself. Athena’s answering smile was filled with satisfaction.
“Them! It was them!” he finally managed to get out.
“What do you mean?” one villager asked.
“T-t they were the ones t-” Marcus’s voice cracked as Zara’s smile grew impossibly wider.
“T-th they.” Zara giggled at his stuttering. She crawled over his body forcing him to lay back heavily on his elbows. Ragged, wheezing breathes collapsed his chest rapidly. His heart felt as if it was in his throat as he coughed up more blood. Some flung from his lips to land on Zara’s face. Near her lips.
“They attacked me and my men!” his vision was starting to blur. He looked from the dark thunderous eyes of the sisters to the villagers that had surrounded them. Only confusion greeted him.
“They did this to you?” disbelief coloured the voices of everyone as they all looked to each other. The whispers grew louder in Marcus’s ears. They were starting to sound like the screams of his men. He was bleeding out on the ground right in front of them and they did not believe him.
“They did!” Marcus felt his throat begin to close up with hysterics.
“He’s right. We did attack him and his men.” Athena’s clear voice cut through the many voices.
There was a beat of silence as the villagers processed what she had said. Marcus held his breath hoping the nightmare was coming to an end. Finally a voice in the back called out.
“W-what did you do?”
“Yeah, Marcus. What did you do?” Zara’s voice dripped with sickly sweet honey as she taunted him. Her fingers slid over his body, never truly touching but scalding his feverish skin all the same.
“Tell them how you and your men were taking turns passing that young girl around when we found you.” the twinkle in Zara’s eyes reflected death to Marcus as panic set in tenfold. He couldn’t find his words once again. At the sound of Athena’s voice he whimpered.
“Tell them how my sister and I tore through your men like you all did that girl.”
“Tell them how your men screamed and begged for mercy as we gut them from crotch to throat.” Zara echoed her sister.
“Tell them how you ran. Abandoning your men.” Athena seethed.
“Tell them how we let you think you escaped us.” Zara cackled.
Faster than anyone could see Zara stabbed a dagger into his thigh dragging the blade down to his kneecap. The first scream rang out as she angled the blade tip under the kneecap then ripped it clean out.
Marcus fell unconscious. Chaos erupted around the sisters. Someone, a man, tried to reach for Zara as she continued to carve into the man sprawled on the floor. Athena was there before he could make contact. Grabbing the man’s wrist over the sleeve of his tunic she pushed him back with a strength no one had seen in a man let alone a woman. The man crashed into others falling them all.
“Unless you wish to join him in his karma, I suggest you all stay where you stand.” Athena’s voice carried to all that had gathered.
Marcus woke again as Zara gleefully carved a strip of his skin away from his face. To all who watched she looked mad. Overtaken with a sickness that seeped from her pores in waves. A woman lost to euphoria. Marcus’s screams the orchestra to her conduction of pain.
She forced the strip of skin into his mouth and worked his jaw with her hands to chew. Her giggles harmonizing with his moans of pain. Her sister stood ever vigilant. Someone had alerted the camping battalion of soldiers to the gruesome scene, and Athena sighed as she watched some 30 men arrive.
It was her birthday, this goofy, nerdy little girl who was currently obsessed with rocks in this era of her life. She collected them when she went on walks. She particularly loved the shiny ones and was on the hunt for a shiny one that resembled her birthstone. Sapphire. She knew she would never find one just lying in a field somewhere, but she loved the adventure of the search. She had no expectations for gifts on this day, though it should have been all about her. She is an eldest daughter, so it is hardly her place to want for herself. So, it came as a surprise to her when she received one gift this year. The year she entered high school. The gift was from her father, whom she had only known since her 13th birthday; she was now turning 15. As she accepted the gift, she looked at everyone’s faces as they waited to see her reaction, or in the case of her mother and younger brother, they waited to see what it was. It was sapphires. A whole set of jewelry of her birthstone. A necklace, earrings, a bracelet, a ring, and a watch. The girl had never been so happy to receive a gift like this. She should have known, though, that happiness would be taken like always. Her mother, who clearly had not been aware of her father’s plans to purchase the gift, was livid.
