Bonfire (Yandere ZukoxReader) All characters are aged up to 18+
Trigger Warning: nsfw, rape, noncon
Request: Oh oh. An nsfw noncon with an aged up Zuko. Maybe one who was never banished.
Standing anxiously outside the throne room, you chewed the inside of your cheek while you waited. Frankly, you had no idea why the Firelord had summoned you to his palace, and the various possibilities that swarmed your mind weren’t exactly encouraging. You were from an unimportant city in the Fire Nation colonies, where you helped your parents run a small but successful coal mining business. The only reason you were even in the Fire Nation capital in the first place was to court some wealthy clients as possible investors for your family business. Your parents had been counting on you to close these deals, but now it seemed that that was the least of your worries.
As your fear continued to rise, you desperately tried to calm yourself. Perhaps the Firelord was simply interested in obtaining some coal from your mines. Yes, that could be it, you argued to yourself. The Firelord probably just wants some coal, coal from the other side of the ocean that would hardly make a dent in the amount he must need. Shaking your head in frustration, you almost failed to notice when the doors to the throne room opened, one of the guards standing in front of you motioning for you to enter. Despite your overwhelming fear, you forced yourself to walk calmly through the door, determined to do your family proud.
Once you had reached the center of the room, you bowed, kneeling down and placing your head on the floor with your hands resting on each side. From your awkward position, you couldn’t see very much, only the flames flickering around a shadowy silhouette. For several moments, the crackling of the flames was all you could hear as you waited to be addressed.
“You may rise,” the Firelord said, his voice echoing throughout the room. Slowly, you lifted your head, keeping it bowed slightly and your eyes downcast in respect. “Are you aware of why I have summoned you here?”
“I am afraid not, Firelord Zuko,” you answered, proud that you were able to keep your voice level. “But it is an honor all the same.”
“It is indeed,” he continued. “For a peasant such as yourself to be invited to the Firelord’s palace is certainly no small feat.”
“It will be the great distinction of my life.”
“I imagine that it is at the moment, but it does not end there.”
“My lord?” you inquired anxiously, his words leaving behind a nervous pit in your stomach.
“There is something I need from you, something that only you can provide. You see, I first noticed you only a few days ago, when I took my palanquin out through the streets. I saw you standing outside of the Tanaka manor, and I must admit, you captured my interest. So, you will not be returning to your family home.” You blinked hard at his final words, eyes still firmly pointed towards the floor, unable to understand what exactly he meant.
“I—I’m afraid that I do not understand, sire.” With that, you felt a hand suddenly rest itself on top of your head, stroking your hair softly. Startled, you looked up, finding that the Firelord must have silently moved behind you when you were staring at the floor. His face was still fairly young, no older than his mid-twenties, but his expression held a severe power to it that seemed much older. His golden eyes flickered in the light, but you were still able to see the positively predatory gleam that they held. Glancing about, you realized that the room was completely empty other than the two of you, not that any of the guards would have helped you. Your eyes widened in terror, your previous fear now seeming petty in hindsight. Gradually, almost teasingly, Firelord Zuko slipped his hand from the top of your head down to your chin, grasping it firmly and keeping your eyes on him.
“You will remain here, at the palace.”
“For how long?”
“For as long as I wish.”
“But, my lord, my family needs me—”
“If you truly wish to ensure your family’s safety, you will do as your Firelord commands.” The implication, not that you have a choice, hung in the air like smoke. Drawing forth your last dregs of courage, you forced yourself to ask one last question.
“Why?” Rather than answer you in words though, the Firelord guided you up by his grip on your chin. As soon as you were standing, his lips met yours fiercely, leaving your mouth burning from their touch. Crying out, you attempted to back away, only for Zuko to wrap his arms around your waist, his strength keeping you in place.
“Please, please don’t,” you begged him. His only response was to bite down hard on your bottom lip, then subsequently suckling the blood he had drawn. Trembling now, you were unable to stop him when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, using it to play with your own. Your mind subsumed by horror, you hardly noticed as he began to pull at your clothes. It seemed as though your relentless shaking made undressing you too challenging though, or perhaps he was simply impatient, for you were soon brought back into the moment full force when he flames covered your clothes, leaving nothing but ash behind. But before a single flame could lick your flesh, they disappeared. Your relief only multiplied when Zuko let you go and stepped away from you. It quickly became apparent though that he only did so to give himself the opportunity to step out of his own clothes, allowing himself the dignity of simply undressing.
Robes billowing to the ground, Zuko stepped towards you once more. Distantly, some part of you recognized the beauty that now stood before you. The Firelord was thickly muscled, and his skin gleamed in the firelight. His cock, you could see, was already hard and you closed your eyes tightly. You soon felt the full force of his strength, as he suddenly grasped your wrists and slammed you against a pillar.
“Open your eyes,” he murmured in your ear. “I want to see you fall apart before me.” Knowing that it would only be worse if disobeyed, you opened your eyes and found Zuko’s face in front of yours. He melded his lips with yours again, kissing you with bruising force. But your attention was quickly led away from the kiss, as you felt one of his hands begin to caress your folds. His touch was shockingly gentle, starting slow as he kindled your growing heat. Your cunt soon became wet, slick from his ministrations, and you felt him smile at your body’s reaction. Knowing that you were now ready for him, Zuko slipped his cock between your folds.
Gasping at the sensation, you felt him reach inside you, filling you completely. You leaned your head against the pillar, searching for some kind of relief when he started his thrusts. The movement inside of you shook your very core, drawing out an involuntary mewl. Zuko pressed his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh there harshly as he moaned. After a moment, he brought his hand back to your cunt, beginning to rub your clit softly. The heat bubbling inside of you intensified greatly at that, helped along by the thrusts of Zuko’s throbbing cock. You could feel yourself approaching the peak, and judging by the way the Firelord’s cock was twitching inside of you, so was he. His thrusts and caresses grew more frantic, more desperate for culmination. Suddenly, just when you thought that you could no longer stand it, the fire inside of you roared, burning everything in its wake.
Gazing down at you, Zuko could see exactly when you experienced your release, the pleasure-filled haze filling your eyes leading him to follow suit. As he moaned, you felt a different sort of warmth spread through your stomach, the feeling beginning to lead you out of the dense smoke wrapped around your mind. Tears falling down your cheeks, you crumbled to the ground the moment Zuko slipped out of your body. Shaking in horror and aftershocks of pleasure, you kept your eyes downcast as the Firelord put his clothes back on. With your eyes on the ground, you failed to notice how he did not refasten his cape, though you certainly felt it as he wrapped it around your body. Gazing upwards, you saw his golden eyes burn with lust and satisfaction and something you could not name.
“Come,” he said, “I will show you to your rooms.”
