Take It Off Or I Will

The day Princess Izumi was born was one of the most joyous days you had seen since the Hundred Year War ended. Though it was a day of great excitement, it was still shrouded in secrecy. 

You never had outright asked Zuko who Izumi’s mother was, and you were always too busy as his retainer to do any sleuthing of your own. Rumors had swirled around longer than you could keep up with, always taking each and every one that you heard with a grain of salt. 

You had your own guesses and theories, but really, you were just happy to see Zuko happy. 

Weeks later, when the palace had finally begun to calm after Izumi’s arrival, Zuko made a familiar move. 

You had worried at first when you turned around to find Zuko standing so close, but quickly decided to pay no mind to it. “Am I extinguishing too many candles?” You asked, trying to deflect the concern that you felt still lingered with a tight laugh. You knew how Zuko liked reading official documents before bed, even if it irritated you. 

“Zuko?” You had asked after finding him half asleep at the desk in his chambers, “why are you still awake?” You asked, helping him up from his chair. 

“I wanted a bedtime story,” he answered tiredly. 

“You should have told me!” You replied, trying and failing to keep your anger in check, “instead, you are sitting here putting an ache in your back,” you said, getting an arm around his shoulders. 

Zuko lets out a laugh, “a small ache has never held me back before,” he said, letting himself be led to bed. 

“You snapped at me when I tried to help you put in your royal headpiece,” you grumbled under your breath as you turned down the cover. 

“I said I was sorry!” Zuko replied with a laugh, “besides, you were yanking my hair.”

You looked down at your hands after pulling the covers up after Zuko had gotten in, “I suppose,” you let out a soft sigh, “I could be more careful.”

Zuko pulled one of his hands from under the blanket, “I forgive you,” he said, gripping your hand. You both let out a laugh after you rolled your eyes, “now,” he began, a smile lighting up his face, “I was promised a bedtime story.”

“Zuko?” You questioned as the man stepped closer, “are you feeling–”

Your question was cut short as Zuko manhandled you onto his bed, his legs moving into the space between yours, which hung off the edge. 

It had felt like years since Zuko had last kissed you. It wasn’t like you were jealous, you knew Zuko needed an heir, and knew that you couldn’t give him one. But that didn’t stop him from trying. 

You had just thought of it as a form of stress relief, but Zuko seemingly had a different idea. 

“One isn’t enough,” Zuko breathed after he pulled away from the kiss, warm fingers sneaking under your clothing.

“Zuko,” you breathed, “I can’t,” you whispered, even as you craned your neck as his lips trailed down your skin. You could feel excitement, just as much as you felt apprehension, knowing exactly how long it’s been since you laid with Zuko. 

He had been rough the last time, obviously frustrated that it wasn’t… taking. You could feel the stares from other members in the council room when you arrived the next day, trying your best to hide the marks Zuko left with your collar. It made you wonder if you could find a water bender to heal the bruises away. 

“I’ll take my time,” Zuko replied, before he stepped away to grab that familiar container. You weren’t jealous, you told yourself as you tried to look into the container to see if there was less in there. To see if Zuko shared what he used on you with Izumi’s mother. 

Upon his return, Zuko swooped down into another kiss as he wrestled your clothing off, throwing the garments away like they personally offended him.

“You’ll be with my child,” Zuko declared, “tonight.” He yanked at his robes, your hands, on instinct, moved to help. 

“Let me,” you said, “you’ll burn another pair.”

Zuko huffed out a laugh, his golden eyes watched your hands move without thought, “you are excellent with your hands,” he observed softly.  

You looked up, eyes locked with Zuko’s golden ones, “that is because I am your retainer, my lord,” you whispered. Your hands hovered between your bodies when Zuko’s robe was out of the way, fingers just shy of his waistband.

You looked away and moved up the bed. A place you’ve cleaned and made up countless times, but have not rested upon in months.

Zuko crawled slowly after you, like a dragon hunting its prey. Only for a moment were you closed off, but then, at the feel of Zuko’s warm fingers on your ankles, your legs were spreading for him. 

Two fingers closed around your chin to turn your head up so he could look you in the eye, they then moved to cup your cheek, making it so you couldn’t turn away. 

“You think you’re just a royal retainer to me?” He asked, not even giving you a chance to answer as he claimed your mouth in a soft kiss, “you are the most beautiful man I know,” he said against your mouth. 

“Zuko,” you said as you turned your head as much as you could out of the next kiss he tried to initiate. You struggled in holding back a shiver when Zuko’s lips trailed across your jaw, “it’s not poss–”

You were interrupted by Zuko’s lips against yours, and when you tried to finish your sentence, Zuko only saw that as an invitation to deepen the kiss. 

“Much crazier things have happened,” Zuko said with a laugh as he pulled away and stood up from the bed. Even if you had just tried to talk him out of it, you still missed his warmth. “I took down the Fire Lord and ascended the throne as a teenager,” he said as he removed his crown. 

Back in its protective casing, your mind went back to one of the many times he left it on. In fact, nearly all of his clothing had stayed on, but was instead opened enough to get his hard cock out. You had ridden him that day, right there on his throne, Zuko muttering sweet nothings in your ear about how this time it would take. 

“Perhaps you are right,” you said once it was over, Zuko cock still softening inside you. 

“Perhaps you are right,” you repeated, your cock throbbing at the thought of the smile on Zuko’s face that day and the feel of his hand on your stomach. 

It startled you when a flash of orange lit up your vision, the room left much brighter, but once you realized what it was, all you felt was annoyance. 

“I just put those out,” you said, hoping Zuko could see your eye roll even with his back turned. You couldn’t help but reach a hand between your legs to wrap your fingers around your cock as you watched Zuko get the rest of his clothing off. 

“I needed to see you better,” Zuko replied. 

Need. You had to bite your lip to hold back the sound you wanted to let out. 

“You must fold those,” you said, after you watched Zuko toss them carelessly. You and everyone else in the palace made sure Zuko’s room was spotless, but that didn’t mean you wanted to let his clothing end up on the floor, even if there was no dust or debris to stain them. 

Zuko whipped around in all of his naked glory, his hair a dark veil that swooshed with the movement, “I must?” He questioned as he stepped up to the bed, “I must?” He repeated, grabbing your ankles when close enough. 

You yelped when he yanked you down the bed, Zuko’s hands moving to wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m sorry,” you breathed, “that isn’t what I meant.”

“Oh?” Zuko purred, “I think it’s exactly what you meant,” he said before he moved down to press his lips to yours. 

“I’m sorry,” you tried once more. You didn’t actually think Zuko was angry, if the hard cock poking you was anything to go off of, but it never hurt to apologize. 

“Enough of that,” Zuko commanded, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your mouth, “you challenge me,” he said, making his way down to nip at the skin of your neck, “make me a better man,” he whispered into your ear. 

“All I said was to fold your clothes,” you replied, feeling confused.

“Must I repeat myself?” Zuko questioned, his forehead pressed to yours. 

You gasped when a wet finger traced the edge of your hole– when had he?

“Been a while,” Zuko said, an edge of sadness to his words, “has anyone?” He trailed off. 

“What?” You questioned incredulously, “my lord,” you gasped, “there’s been no one.”

Zuko pulled you into a rough kiss, his tongue moving past your lips as his finger pressed inside, “good,” he whispered, “you’re mine.”

Barely able to adjust to the first, a second joined, “Zuko,” you whined, the name sounding foreign on your lips. You couldn’t remember the last time you said his name, instead choosing to use the common honorifics said around the palace. 

Devastation wasn’t the right word. It was only realistic that Zuko would want an heir. You could remember that night easily. Rejection. That was it. 

“Am I to stay with you tonight, Lord Zuko?” You had asked. 

“No,” Zuko answered, not looking up from the scroll he was reading, “your services, in that regard, are no longer necessary.”

“Ah,” was all you could muster while you felt as if a bucket of cold water from the Northern Water Tribe had been poured on top of you, “very well, Zu– my lord.”

That caused Zuko to look up, but you were already out the door, not wanting to see the look on his face. 

What burn you felt from Zuko’s eager fingers was soon overtaken by pleasure. Even after all this time, Zuko was still able to expertly find your prostate. He pulled you into a wet kiss, swallowing your moans as he spread his fingers, preparing you for his leaking cock smearing precum against your thigh.

You pushed at Zuko’s chest, sucking in air through your nose as you tried to breathe, the pleasure overwhelming you. 

“Breathe,” Zuko commanded softly, his voice sounded far away, like it was in the back of your mind. “Breathed,” he tried again.

Upon taking a deep breath in, you felt like you were back in your body, a slow, steady hum of pleasure still thrumming through your veins. Lifting your head up felt like it took all the effort in the world, and when you did, all you could see was the lack of space between you and Zuko’s body. 

You gave an experimental clench down and groaned when you felt Zuko’s cock deep within you. “Oh,” you mumbled, and ran a hand down your chest, a mess of come and sweat on your fingers when you pulled away. 

Your heart rattled in your chest when Zuko reached out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. You gasped when he guided your hand to his mouth, his wet, warm tongue poking past his lips. You felt your cock give a valiant twitch when your fingers were sucked into the wet heat of Zuko’s mouth, the man groaning around the digits. 

Letting gravity do the work once he let go, your fingers fell free from Zuko’s lips with a slick noise, his hands finding purchase on your hips, “back with me?” He asked, running his hands soothingly up and down your sides. 

“Yeah,” you croaked, “I don’t know what that was,” you said, looking down at your body. You looked back up at Zuko, noticing a glint of concern in his eyes. “It was,” you clenched down on Zuko’s cock, “intense.”

Zuko moaned, his hips twitching forward, even if he had barely anywhere to go. He moved his hands to your thighs, running his fingers across the skin until you relaxed. He lifted one leg to his shoulder, his lips brushing the thin skin of your ankle. Next, the other, and then, Zuko nearly had you bent in half.

Zuko’s knees rested on either side of your body, finding purchase in the covers. He gripped your hips in a tight hold, keeping you in place as he started fucking in and out. In only a few thrusts, your cock was fully hard once more, leaking in the space between your bodies. 

You grabbed at Zuko’s broad shoulders, burying your face into the sweaty crook of his neck. It did little to muffle the sounds you let out, but it seemed as if Zuko didn’t mind, his pace doubling. The entire palace was bound to know what you were up to. 

Your second release of the night built higher and higher on each thrust, to the point that it only took a few slick pulls of your fingers around your cock to come. 

You opened your eyes slowly, not even realizing you had closed them. It took a few seconds to register that Zuko was speaking to you, your brain catching up moments later. 

“Do you realize how you look?” He asked, “stuffed full of my cock?” Zuko’s cock throbbed wildly inside, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

He came with a loud moan, ending with one final thrust that left his cock deep. It overwhelmed you, like a dam of emotions bursting after months of building. “Zuko,” you breathed, not even knowing what you were asking for as tears spilled from the corners of your eyes. 

it’s quite normal for a firelord and his consort to be as debauchery as their hearts desired, what’s not heard of is a consort carrying an heir.

the throne room was empty, nothing but your moans and the sound of wet skin smacking against each other crowds every corner. one perk of being zuko’s only consort is how excusable your behavior is, after all, who dares to come between the firelord and his pleasure? unless they either want to peep like a pervert, an action punishable by burning alive. zuko doesn’t like to share his beloveds, especially when you’re taking his girth so obediently.

“good boy..” he groans, gold eyes glued onto your fucked out face. “you’re doing so beautifully..fuck..” he’s lost count how many times you came, gushing around his length for god knows how long. yet, you kept slamming your cunt down onto his leaking cock. “mmm..my lord..!” you whined. “it’s too much—ah!” you’re words were punched out when zuko pistons himself deeper, his tip kissing your cervix oh so gently even when his grip told a different story. it was never too much for the great firelord, not until he was fully done with you.

something snapped inside him, enough to where his palms burned their prints onto the plush of your hips as he yanked you up and down his dick that was now twitching and spurting gobs of his hot seed in your womb. shock, confusion and arousal ran through your nerves and brain, taken off gaurd by zuko’s sudden carelessness. “my lord..?! w-what are you..?!”

“forgive me, my love..” he muttered into your ear, his huge body now pressed against yours in an intimate lotus position. “but allow me to be selfish with you..”

you could barley get a word out, let alone a protest, before he slams himself as deep as he possibly could with his intentions written in the way he fucks. “you’re so perfect—ah—for me..” his voice was shook with excitement, something perverted you haven’t seen from him since the first night he had you in his chamber. “i beg of you..carry my child, my love.” words he blurted out with a flushed face and a soft smile like he’s staring at his husband. you couldn’t say no to him, not when the thought of being filled to the brim with his cum was an honor some would kill for.

“ngh, yes my lord! y-yes!” you wailed. your judgement has certainly flown out the window, every competent thought you had before have melted into a sex infested pile of mush. it felt too good, way too good to say no to carrying an heir for zuko. consort status be damned, the firelord has chosen whom will bear his kin. “my lord—“

“zuko.” he interrupts not with authority, but a buried vulnerability. “please, call me by my name..” he almost pleads, his face belonging to a man in love then another ruler fucking his frustration out on another no name lover. you’ve never seen this side of zuko before, and it shattered your view of him in a heartbeat. “of course..zuko.” your breath was shakey, both from the shock of the moment and the sudden, warm wave of his cum filling your ruined cunt. did he just orgasm from that alone..? you weren’t given a chance to process it before he continued to push and pull you down by his hips, your over sensitive pussy already spasming another orgasm out. “ack! z-zuko..! ‘m gonna cum againnn!”

“haah..let go, beloved. you deserve it for being so good f’me..”

waves of pleasure crashed over your trembling body, tears blinding your vision as you shook another orgasm out of your full and aching body. you swore you could see stars as zuko finally pulled out of your puffy cunt, gobs of cum immediate spilling out yet it didn’t perturbed him. he knew it was enough to leave a growing child in you for the next nine months, a gentle smile spread onto his lips before he planted them on yours.

suddenly, the title of consort no longer fit you.