Borealis: A Zutara Story

Chapter 28

 

“Take off your dress, Katara, or I will take if off for you,” Zuko repeated authoritatively in case they had an audience.

Katara stood rooted to the spot when he mouthed the fabric over her breast while kneeling down grasp the hem. His knuckles brushed her recently shorn legs and bare thighs as he lifted it over her head.

“What are you wearing?” he asked huskily.

“Mine sent them with the dress,” she explained, using her hands to hide her breast from his gaze. They were cupped by a thin scrap of translucent material that was not reinforced like the ones in her dress.  It hung by straps that went over each shoulder. Wires, sewn into a band that clasped at the back, curved beneath each mound to support her breast. “She called it a brassiere.”

“And this?” Zuko asked sliding his finger inside one of the braided ribbons that girded her hip.

“She called it a tanga,” Katara swallowed dryly. “She said women deserved the convenience of under shorts, but their design should be more feminine.”

The small translucent triangle did nothing to hide the neatly trimmed curls the spa had left her with just as they only served to highlight the apex of her lower lips. Zuko’s heart was pounding, a remarkable feat considering the amount of blood that had rushed to his crotch the moment he removed her dress.  He was barely able to form the words when he told her to, “Turn around.”

Katara turned slowly and Zuko bit his lips. He was expecting the material to fit like briefs and fully cover her derriere. This rectangle, also see through, had more fabric but cut high across her rear exposing the lower half of her buttocks. He took a cheek in each palm and lovingly caressed it. His fingers eagerly toyed with the demarcation line where skin met fabric.

“Mine said that was a present for you. She designed them that way to thank you for your patronage,” Katara admitted timidly.

Zuko widened his stance, lowering his center and stepping forward to rub his newly freed erection between her buttocks while the fingers of his right hand reached around to nudge aside the strip of material covering her sex. His left hand sought her breast.

Katara stiffened as his touch became more intimate.  She grabbed his right wrist and firmly but her voice quivered with fear as she asked him to “Stop,”

He had lowered his mouth to her neck when the barely discernible swish of fire Lu Ten had trained him to listen for and the flickering of a well placed candle brought him back to his senses. Someone, most likely his father, was in the nook outside his bedroom where a strategically designed scroll allowed them to look in.

He removed his finger from her center, “Get on the bed, Katara.”

She began to struggle against him. She shook her head, “Don’t Zuko. Please don’t. I don’t want to. This afternoon you said…”

“I know what I said this afternoon,” he growled interrupting her grabbing her arm and throwing her to the bed. “Lie down. I have a need and you will ease it!”

Katara shook her head crying, “No, you promised. You promised!” she screamed rushing forward and attacking him. “You promised me! I won’t do it! I won’t!”

“Then I’ll have to make you!” Zuko yelled grabbing the handcuffs and attaching the manacle he’d worn around his wrists to its rightful place on the headboard before picking her up and heaving her onto the mattress.

“No, Zuko, don’t! Don’t do this, please don’t do this!” Katara screamed as Zuko rolled her onto her stomach and chained her to the bed.

Zuko mentally apologized before kneeling behind her and covering her body with his. He parted her legs and pushed her underwear aside. He grabbed her hips then took her hard and fast knowing that someone who truly meant her ill will was viewing the whole exchange. Any mercy or tenderness he showed her now would only cause her a thousand times more pain.

 

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Ozai felt a swell of pride as he watched his son ride the Waterbender. He never understood the allure of barbarians – he was sure that was an affinity the boy had picked up from Iroh. Nor did he understand the appeal of forcing an unwilling woman - he could lay that trait at the feet of any number of ancestors. But conquest, Ozai understood. There was an unparalleled delight in bending a worthy opponent so completely to your will. Knowing that they lived, died, ate, slept and shat according to your schedule provided such a heady rush of power. 

His son had clearly grown during his banishment. He’d a left home a weak and simpering child. Now he was a man, fully willing to brandish his authority and exert the power Agni granted him as prince of the Fire Nation.  If subjugating the Avatar’s Waterbender both grew and emptied his balls he would not deny the boy his amusements.  Little Mai had grown into a beautiful young woman but he imagined it would be more exciting to bed a turnip.

Ozai could still hear the Waterbender screaming as he made his way back to his own quarters. Yan had been wrong. Zuko felt nothing for the girl except maybe contempt. No man did that to a woman they held any modicum of respect or simple humanity towards.  

The boy had chosen well. Her upkeep would barely dent Zuko’s personal coffers and her violation would be a heavy blow to the opposition. Many would lose faith in the Avatar seeing as how he was right there but unable to protect his female companion.

More would lose faith in her.

Only a fool would fault a woman for being unable to fight off someone larger and stronger but he’d seen it countless times. She’d have numerous detractors since her vagina had been plundered by the Prince of the Fire Nation.  Some would swear she did something to draw his attention, others would swear she wagged her tail to keep it. Those would be nothing compared to ones who outright accused that poor child whose desperate cries for help were currently disturbing the peace of his palace of enjoying what Zuko did to her.

Even if they did find a way to escape, which Ozai highly doubted, every time Zuko crawled between her legs the resistance received another fracture.  The more Zuko laid her, the more she would blame the Avatar and her brother for not protecting her and the more they would view her as their failure. Given enough time, they would no longer be able to stand the sight of each other.

Yes, his son had made a great choice; Ozai decided slipping into bed alone after being sucked by his mistress who from that angle, could pass for his beloved Ursa.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading.