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WARNING: All of the chapters to be posted here have the rating of NC-17, and are therefore with very disturbing content. The following scenarios are not for those uncomfortable with sexual references, non-consensual sex (i.e. rape), sexual violence, nudity and obscene language. You have been warned.

Chapter Nine : Deliverance

Chapter 9: Deliverance

I was having a dream. It was a nice dream that didn’t involve hot tempered princes and little boys with the power of all the elements in his hands. I was in a place where nothing existed yet everything I needed was there. It was an infinite whiteness. Sure. Calm. Serene.

I loved it here and never wished to return to the real world again, where pain and suffering seemed to be the only feelings that exist.

A sweet, pungent smell filled my nostrils, and made me relax even more. I recognize it. The scent of spring blooms, summer shrubs, autumn leaves, and winter bark blended together.
Instantly, a voice called out from somewhere. There was no one else in this place except me. Who had dared to enter my sanctuary?

I was alert at once and on my feet, drawing out water from my canteen.

My canteen wasn’t at my side nor was my weapons.

“Who are you?” I called out; sweat forming on my brow.

The voice was soft. “I am here for you. Katara, I need you. Come to me. You belong to me.”

My body clamored to be brought to the voice but I resisted. I wanted to stay in this place.

“No,” I said as strongly as I could. “I want to be here.”

“You don’t understand,” the voice said. “You belong here with me. We will make our own sanctuary that’s just for the both of us. Wouldn’t that be nice? It will be filled with all the things that we need. There will be no one else there but us. No problems, no worries…just you and me. We’ll spend our days in bliss. Tell me that’s what you want.”

I was instantly wary but the scent came on stronger and I was suddenly pliant against this voice’s will. “I will come with you,” I responded.

I drew out my hand.

A strong embrace enveloped my slender frame and I thought no more.

…

Spasms such as never before racked my body. The pain came on strong. It felt as though my body was being thrown on a hard floor.

I cracked open one eye. The last person I wanted to see for all eternity came looming before me, his face mere inches from mine. I could feel my pupils dilate in fear and apprehension at his cutting stare. I tried to speak but a cloth covered my mouth. My limbs were bound tightly with nylon ropes. I struggled.

“There, there,” the prince said, his voice melodic and soft, sounding just like the voice that spoke to me earlier. Damn! That’s why the voice sounded familiar. The ‘dream’ I had came crashing against my consciousness. The scent. His voice.

Mind control incense.

I groaned in self pity for falling for such a trick. He had shown me the incense years ago, when I began my training as a bodyguard for him. I thought that I had already developed my resistance for it but I was sadly mistaken.

“My little Katara,” he continued. “You were such a naughty little slave. You ran away from me. Why is that?”

I didn’t answer but stared at anywhere except for his eyes. I was in his room back at his ship.
Okay, must think. Must use years of training.

Item no. 1: Captured by the Prince. Bad. Very bad.

Item no. 2: Pinioned to his bed by ropes and his body. Definitely worse. Strangely aroused at his half-naked body so close to mine.

Item no. 3: My seriously sex-in-a-draught body betraying me at a time like this. Ridiculous.
Item no. 4: No immediate means of escape. Consider me dead.

I forced myself to look at him, to those pools of molten gold that had fascinated and frightened me for so long. I took a deep breath and forced all the calm I could muster in that gaze. He sensed my sudden quietness and smiled.

“Still using the same tactics I taught you,” he remarked with a hint of satisfaction. “Act calm in times of danger and only then will you be able to think a way to get out of it. You were always my best student. You’re not in any danger, my Katara. At least, not yet.”

His laugh was darkly ironic and spoke of things I would not rather think about at the moment.
His finger trailed from my cheek to my exposed collarbone, igniting a spark in my belly. He saw the desire surface in my eyes and grinned.

“I always manage to do that to you, don’t I Katara?” he breathed, his lips following the trail of his fingers. “Arouse you before I could even really touch you.”

The banished prince began sucking and licking at my neck while I willed myself to remain unresponsive to his touches. His fingers deftly undid the knot of my tunic, and then I felt the assault of the sea air on my bared stomach. He let his hands trail to whatever part of my body it could reach, his touch making my temperature rise and my breathing heavy.

When his mouth went lower, brushing against the valley between my breasts, I trembled violently, lust consuming me in its flames and I was its pliant slave. Thoughts of betrayal and vengeance ran away from my mind as I focused more on his searing kissed all over my body. I yearned to touch him, torture him in the same way he was torturing me but I was still bounded. I writhed against him, trying to convey to him to let me go. He ignored my efforts and continued on to his sweet punishment.

Zuko finally reached there, that secret spot where I could feel all of my heat building up, where I ached for the thrusting invasion of his body. As I watched in anticipation, he suddenly looked up with a feral grin on his face. I felt myself become a puddle at his intense eyes.

“No, not yet,” he said, licking his lips. “Consider this part of your punishment, my pet.”
He climbed back so that his face was level with mine and yanked off the gag in my mouth. I barely had time to protest in pain before his mouth enclosed mine.

It was far from a kiss; more of a clash of lips and teeth. He violently tried to force my mouth open, which I did more than willingly to allow the assault of his tongue against mine. He drew my tongue to his mouth and bit down. Hard.

I whimpered in protest. In answer, one of his hands went up to my nape, threading through my hair. He pulled me off him so harshly by my hair that I could feel my scalp tearing apart.
“Not ever again,” he grated.

Zuko went down, placing himself between my knees. He ripped my trousers apart, leaving me naked against in gaze in barely a wisp of underwear. He reached down, rubbing a finger up and down my folds through my wet panties.

“Already so wet for me,” he purred. Zuko rubbed harder and I moaned in pleasure. He bent down, trailing another line of kisses from my navel up to breasts. He tore away the bandages covering my breasts, the dual mounds bouncing before him in invitation. My dusky peaks were hard and straight and he murmured his approval.

The prince enclosed one engorged nipple with his mouth while his fingers worked the other. I arched against him, wanting more. He just chuckled.

“I knew that you wanted me,” he said smugly.

His mouth transferred to my other breast and let his hand trail down and inside my panties. A finger caressed my throbbing clit until I could take no more. His middle finger was barely inside my canal when I felt myself explode under him.

I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming.

He stood up immediately and I was cold at the loss of his touch. I moaned softly.

“You want me that much, huh?” he whispered. He removed his pants—the only thing he was wearing at that time—and I was left to devour him in my appraising gaze. He was a darkly passionate god with the body of toned athletes. Under the burning lights of a single lamplight, the sharp features of his face seemed more intense. The hard planes of his body seemed to be sculpted by the best artisans; the marble skin blemished yet the scars made him seem more sensual.

Down, a patch of dark curls rested just above his very erect and very thick manhood. I groaned at the thought of that inside me. I wanted him so much I was half mad with lust.

He saw my impatience and immediately came upon me again. With a smirk of epic proportions, he cut away the ropes in my wrists and legs with a burst of fire from his palm. I was free and the first thing I did was entwine myself with him.

He slapped away my arm.

“No, you bitch,” Zuko growled. “You don’t touch me without my permission.”

I almost rolled my eyes but complied, remaining motionless.

“We’re going to play a game,” he rasped. “We’ll play, ‘I command you.’ You remember that game, I assume.”

Of course I did. Whenever he was in one of his Controlling!Zuko mood, he would demand that we play this game in bed. Whatever he said I had to comply with it. I wasn’t to do anything else.
I nodded. He smiled again.

“I command you to stand up.”

I stood shakily on my legs.

“Stand before my mirror and don’t move.”

I obeyed. He stood behind me and draped an arm around my shoulders while his fingers worked on my clit. I let out a guttural moan that turned into a squawk as he entered me in one swift move.

“I command you to open your eyes,” he grated. “And watch me as I take you.”

I forced myself to open my eyes. It was a strangely erotic sight to see me all wanton in his arms as he took me from behind. Having sex in front of a mirror was a first for us and I reveled in the increase in my arousal at it.

I wanted so much more but I dreaded of heightening his ire so I remained where I was, moaning as he thrust wildly inside of me, his fingers working on the bundle of nerves near where he and I were joined.

I could feel another climax coming up. He gave my clit a flick and I burst like a broken dam. So lost was I in the haze of my recent orgasm that I didn’t notice it when he lifted me on top of his dresser.

When I felt his warm mouth on my folds did I react, not caring that he hasn’t commanded me to do anything yet. I wound my legs around his shoulders, my fingers wounding in his hair and pushing his face closer to me. I felt him smile against my labia.

His tongue went down my folds and I shuddered in ecstasy.

“More,” I breathed huskily. “Oh, please give me more.”

In reply, Zuko inserted one finger, then two inside my canal while his tongue went around my clitoris. He timed the thrusting of his fingers with his mouth and I was lost.

I felt my third orgasm coming close and he stopped.

“Let me do the same for you,” I whispered, licking the shell of his ear. He helped me get down from the dresser. I kneeled in front of him and took his length in my mouth. It wasn’t enough so I wrapped my two fingers at the base while I sucked and licked at the veins and contours of his thick cock. I played with his balls and heard his gasp. I smiled this time.

“Stay still, Katara. I want to fuck you in your mouth.”

I stilled my movements and let him thrust in and out of my mouth, my tongue touching him whenever he went inside. He grasped my hair again, unable to take more. It satisfied me to know that it was I who was able to pleasure him this way.

When he stopped, in fatigue it seemed, I resumed my sucking of him with my tongue twirling the tip of his penis.

He drew me back to the mattress and I immediately knew what he wanted. He lay flat on his back while I poised my dripping vulva in his face. He grasped my buttocks and pulled me down on him. The sensation of his cock in my mouth and my pussy in his mouth was too much for me to handle. My third orgasm came and he lapped up my juices eagerly like a cat with his favorite cream.

During my climax, I unwittingly sucked so hard on his cock that he followed me in his peak soon after. I sucked him dry, his ejaculate tasting sweet against my taste buds. He always tasted this way. Must be what he ate everyday: fruits, rice, and fish.

For a while, I lay upon him, catching my breath and him doing the same. When I felt that my breathing returned to normal, I went up to him, running my hands all over his toned body. I placed my lips upon his before gently moving, tongue asking entrance which he reluctantly permitted.

I could taste what could only be the mixture of him and me as I went inside. It was intoxicating and I felt aroused again. He placed his palm against my nape and deepened the kiss. I could feel him growing again on my soft thighs.

I smiled mischievously, pulling away from him. I kissed my way down to his belly. Before he could ask me what I was doing I sat up then rose and plunged down on him. The sensation filled us both and we moaned in unison. I rode him violently, the feel of him inside of me leaving me wanting for more.

He ordered me to get off of him then be on all fours. He entered me again from behind, spanking me. I cried out in pain but it only heightened his excitement and he spanked me repeatedly in time with his thrusts. I knew that my backside would be black and blue in the morning.

Zuko reached over, kneading my breasts in his palms while his mouth trailed along my shoulder. I screamed and groaned like some tortured sheep with his touch. As the tip of his penis hit that spot in my canal, I convulsed in orgasmic bliss and collapsed on the bed but he was not over yet.
I cursed his stamina as he flipped me over to lie on my back and continued on. With him still inside me, he lifted me up so that my back was against the wall. He fucked me standing up and I wrapped my legs on his waist.

It seemed an eternity before he let himself go. My body sighed in relief. I was unduly tired. It felt as though I ran a marathon from the South Pole to the North Pole.

I collapsed on the floor at his feet, breathing heavily. The prince leaned towards me, saying, “Your punishment is only beginning, my pet. Don’t think I’m over with you yet.”

He straightened up and took his robe hanging from a post nearby.

“There’s no time for rest,” said Zuko, belting his robe. “I’m taking a short shower. We have training to do. Be ready when I get back or you’re cleaning the deck for a month—alone.”

I sat there, stunned, and watched his retreating back as he went inside his private bathroom. His punishment was unusual for lack of better word. Whoever heard of dying from being oversexed? Usually after such an athletic…exercise…he would let me rest. It seems as if he’s purposely trying to tire me out, hoping I’d drop dead from exhaustion.

Well, he’s succeeding, I thought harshly as I tried to stand up though my knees were still shaky. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and put it on. I reeked.

I think a shower is in order as well.

I’ll have to plot my escape later.

…

“You’re slowing down, Katara!” Zuko spat as I went down on the deck floor. There was a manic gleam in his eyes. I grunted but stood on my feet albeit shakily. We’ve been training for at least two hours without rest.

Where does he get his stamina? I asked the heavens when I blocked an attack from behind.

“Don’t tell me that what happened in my room exhausted you,” he sneered when he was near enough.

“It would take more than that to tire me, my lord,” I answered cockily.

He smirked. “My lord, is it?” He lunged at me, effectively pinning me down to the ground.

“If you really think of me as your master, then why did you leave me?” Zuko asked furiously, glaring at me.

I gathered as much calm as I could. It would not do to show fear at this time.

“You threw me out,” I replied softly. “It broke my heart to leave but you gave me an order. I was compelled to obey.” I blushed at my admission.

His hands moved from my arms to embrace me fully, his face buried against my neck. We breathed heavily of the salt-scented air and let the serenity of the ocean be the only sounds heard.

“Do you know what happened to me when you were gone?” Zuko whispered close to my ear. “I was absolutely half mad with want. I refused to believe I did such a foolish thing…letting go of my greatest servant.”

I could feel my heart breaking. I thought that he missed me. As in, me, as a person. But he only missed the part where I would willingly take an arrow for him.

In his eyes, I would only be forever as his slave.

With great difficulty, I pushed him away, and got on my feet.

“I’ll prepare your bath, master.” I almost spat out the last word in distaste. I turned around and ran to his rooms, ignoring his repeated yells.

…

“What was that about, Katara?” Zuko demanded, bursting in and finding me kneeling beside the bathtub filled with hot water.

I chose not to answer him. “Your bath is ready,” I said instead.

His lips curled at my defiance. “I see.”

With one swift movement, he had thrown me to the wall and his mouth descended on mine hungrily. It felt like a kiss fifteen years in the making. I can feel his hurried movements against me as he took of his clothes and mine. Within seconds bare skin pressed against bare skin, and I shivered at the contact.

I tried pushing him away, not in the mood for athletic sex but he pressed himself harder. I felt his length pulsating beside my soft thighs and I was lost in the frenzy.

My moans only increased his pent up desire. His hands traveled all over my body.

When I felt his lips latched on to my neck did I find the strength to speak.

“Please let me go,” I pleaded and it only made him double his efforts to turn me into a puddle of Katara.

It was quickly over. After withdrawing from me, he threw me in the bath and he followed. I sat still, catching my breath.

“Never again will I let you run away from me,” he whispered savagely. “Your home is here with me.”

It was the last thing he said before he claimed me again.

…

Here you are again
I can feel you breathe down my neck
Whispering his name
While whistling those killer melodies

I lay beside him, his arms around my small frame. His grip was so tight that I knew he was preventing me from escaping.

I snorted uncharacteristically. As if I could. Not with the security tightened up.

I lay still, waiting for a chance to slip away. We were in the middle of the ocean so escape was nigh to impossible.

But I have to do it. I’d rather die than stay here. Being tortured everyday by loving a man wh
o could never love me back.

I’d die in the waters. It was a nice thought. I’d die in my element.

You give that face of an angel
Like you once had
And I am nothing
But a creature of habit

His grip slackened. Now’s my chance. I drew his arm away ever so carefully. But my heart was thudding fast. He was a light sleeper.

My heart skipped a beat when he opened his unscarred eye.

“Where are you going?” he asked groggily.

“To the bathroom,” I replied gently, drawing a hand to close his eye. “It’s still too early. Sleep.”

“You’ll go away if I do.”

“I’ll still be beside you in the morning.”

“Promise?” He was like a little boy.

I smiled in spite of myself. “I promise. Now let me go or I’ll pee in your bed.”

“Ew!”

He immediately drew his arm away. I stood up.

“Sleep my prince.”

Zuko did not need further encouragement and slept on.

I fished my clothes from the floor and threw them on. I tiptoed out of the room, hoping against hope that he thought I was going to the bathroom, and not outside.

Running away in circles
But I was found
By this gentleman
That flew me up high

There were no soldiers in the hallway. Good. Fighting might cause a racket that could wake him up completely.

I climbed up the deck. There was a single sentry moving around. I hid behind boxes and coils of rope lying around, avoiding him.

I was prepared to jump to the icy waters below when I remembered the whistle that Aang gave me. He said that this whistle can only be heard by animals.

Was it too much to hope that Appa could hear this whistle? Nevertheless, I took it out of my pocket and blew as loud as I can. I didn’t hear anything.

My heart sank. We were too far off in the ocean to be heard anywhere.

Well, this is it. I’m going to die. I’m sorry that I didn’t get to say goodbye to Aang and Sokka.
But most of all, I was sorry that the man I loved the most could never be mine.

Now I can see clearly now
I’m telling you to let go of me
Now that I’ve found my way back home
Where I belong

As I was about to jump to my icy death, something flew overhead.

“Katara!” someone shouted. Sokka.

I was saved.

No longer a slave
I’m running away
In circles
Because I’ve been found
By this gentleman
That flew me up high

“Sokka! Aang!” I yelled back, not caring that our shouts already alerted the whole boat. In seconds every guard was up at the deck with me.

Aang summoned wind that carried me up to where Aang hovered above us. I was immediately lifted to Appa’s saddle where I landed with a thump on Sokka’s outstretched arms.

“Aang! Sokka! Appa heard my call!” I yelled in joy at seeing my friends again.

“Yeah. We were flying some miles away but Appa made a sharp turn. We knew that you used the whistle,” Aang explained.

A fireball went flying past us.

“Can we leave the explanations later?” said Aang. “We have to escape them first.”

“Katara!” a voice yelled below. It was Zuko. He fired bursts of flame one after the other, hoping to take us down but Aang was swiping them away with a wave of his staff.

I refused to look down.

“Let’s go!” Aang said, and pulled on Appa’s bridle.

It was the second time that my heart broke that day.

Get out of my head
Get out of dreams
Get out of my soul

Because I knew that I would never love another besides him. And I was running away from him again…when I promised I would stay.

…

I watched as the girl I had loved fly away…back into the arms of the man I knew she loves.

She loved that Water tribe boy, not me. It brought a sharp pain to my chest to know that.

I had loved her for so long. I had given her everything that was in my power.

But it wasn’t enough for her.

When I had her back in my arms I was resolute in showing her that I was the only one for her. I was obsessed at punishing her but I was only punishing myself, making love to her, pouring out my heart and soul to her during the times we were together.

It didn’t mean anything to her.

My heart blackened.

The next time she would be in my arms, I’ll show her real punishment.

Never would I love her again.

…
This chapter had a different style of writing but I kind of like it. The song is by Kitchie Nadal entitled, Deliverance.

Rienne :P