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Zuko groans and raises a hand to his temple. Katara had warned him about the full moon—especially his first full moon—but it’s barely evening and he’s already feeling its effects take control of his body. His stomach turns at the horrible desire to rush out into the woods and taste any flesh and blood he can find. It’s physically painful to keep the monster inside him from clawing its way out, but Zuko clutches his head and resists all the same. He will not let himself become a murderer.
A gentle hand touches his shoulder, and he looks up to find Katara looking down at him with a sympathetic smile. How does she do this every month?
“Just breathe, Zuko,” she says as she rubs his arm in a slow circle. “I know you don’t want to hurt anyone. You’ll be fine. Breathe.”
He does, slowly and deeply, heaving out a shuddering sigh as Katara settles herself beside him on the bed. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone. If Katara knows how to control her bloodlust every month, surely he could learn it too. But the feeling is so new, so unnatural, and combined with his newfound strength and senses…it terrifies Zuko.
At least they’re camped out in Hakoda’s fishing cabin for the weekend. Zuko would have to run through miles of forest before encountering humanity, and he’s confident Katara would be able to catch him before he did. Her hunting abilities used to terrify him before they became friends, back when he was still human.
He tries to relax into Katara’s soothing touch on his shoulders and back, but his head is still pounding and he still hungers for the taste of warm, fresh blood on his tongue. Fuck, he really is a monster, isn’t he?
“Katara,” Zuko groans as the headache worsens. “How…how do you do it?”
She sighs. “It takes practice to fully control it. Don’t feel bad; I was born like this. You were only turned two weeks ago. It will be difficult at first, but that’s why you have me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you or anyone else, alright?”
Zuko nods. “Do you still…feel it? The full moon?”
“I do, every month. It never really goes away,” Katara says solemnly. “But, there are ways to deal with it. Sometimes you just need a distraction. A powerful distraction.”
“What’s yours?” Zuko gasps out, still clutching his aching head. He needs to make this stop. Part of him even feels the urge to hurt Katara. The raging wolf within him is whispering that she is the one making him go hungry; with her out of the way, he’ll be free.
No, no…. He’d rather die than hurt her. How could he even think—
“Hey, hey…. It’s alright. Look at me,” Katara whispers, taking his face in her hands and raising his gaze to hers. She looks so beautiful, still so calm and gentle, even with the full moon sparkling in her eyes.
“It’s different for everyone,” Katara continues. “When I was a kid, I’d think about my mother’s hugs and the stories she used to tell. I’ve also thought about my dad’s smile, fun memories with friends...anything loving, you know?”
Zuko shakes his head. He’s trying, but he doesn’t feel ready for this at all. He doesn’t trust himself. He’s going to…he can’t—
“But,” Katara breaks in again, an almost mischievous gleam in her eyes. “When I got older, I discovered something else that can be…quite a powerful distraction.”
She leans in, so close that Zuko can feel her breath against his lips. He suddenly feels a different kind of desire creep into his mind as her lips drift closer to his and her thumbs sensually rub against his cheeks.
“I know what you’re feeling. You lust for blood,” Katara whispers. “But…one kind of lust can be replaced with another.”
Zuko’s mind comes to a screeching halt. Maybe she is onto something. He would have thought it impossible only moments ago, but now there is something other than blood and the thrill of the hunt on his mind. He thinks about Katara’s full lips, her soft breasts, the way she’d tasted last time he’d knelt before her…
“It’s working, isn’t it?” Katara says with a sly smirk. One of her hands slides down his chest and settles on the growing tent in his jeans that he blushes furiously when he notices. “Do you want to try it?”
“Yes, Katara—please!” Zuko growls out as she begins to rub and squeeze him through his clothes.
She’s right; he wants her so badly—he wants to feel her all over him, wants to watch her face flush in pleasure above him. But…what if—
“Katara,” Zuko gasps, grabbing her wrist. “What if I can’t—what if I lose control?”
“You’ll be fine,” she assures him, gently unwinding his hand from hers. “I’ve been dealing with werewolves and full moons for years.”
“Will you use the chains?” Zuko blurts out. “If the wolf takes over…will you chain me? Please?”
Katara’s expression looks sorrowful at that. “Zuko, I told you…. That’s a last resort. Those chains are designed to control you through pain. I’m not going to hurt you like that—not if there’s another way.”
She runs a hand through his hair and leans back towards him. Zuko stops her.
“Promise me,” he whispers. “Promise me you’ll chain me if I lose control.”
Katara sighs. “I promise, Zuko. But it won’t come to that, okay? You can do this.”
Zuko nods, pressing his forehead to hers. “I just…don’t want to hurt you, Katara.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Katara says with a smirk, the lust returning to her tone. Her brown eyes flash an ethereal blue as she gently pushes him onto his back. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”
Zuko believes her; he can feel the power of the experienced werewolf as she crawls over him, eyes glowing blue and a hint of fang peeking out past her lips. The subtle danger in her tone awakens something inside Zuko, and he feels ever more desperate for her touch. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
“Just relax,” Katara murmurs as she licks at his ear. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”
He sighs at the contact; he can almost feel her seductive voice rumbling through his core. Zuko finally allows himself to bring his arms up around her shoulders to hold her warm body against his.
Katara smiles against his face before trailing lower, nibbling softly at his throat. Zuko moans when he feels the hint of a fang scrape against his skin. She’s so good at touching him in all the right places.
Finally, she wanders to his lips, and he kisses her desperately. He tastes her lips and her tongue, feels her sharp fangs moving against him. To his momentary horror, Zuko feels his own new fangs creeping forward. He pulls back sharply, only to find claws extending from his fingertips. Oh fuck, does this mean—
“Don’t worry, I love your new eyes. So gold and pretty,” Katara says, once again guiding him back into place with one hand. Zuko notices her claws, too. “It’s normal to shift a little bit. You’re doing just fine.”
Katara doesn’t wait much longer before diving back in, capturing him in another passionate kiss as her clawed hands slide under his shirt and up his chest. Zuko lets up on her lips for just a moment so she can pull it over his head. He shivers in delight as the night air brushes against her oversensitive skin.
When he looks back at Katara, she’s equally topless, looking like a goddess in the night. Zuko’s newly enhanced vision picks up everything—the tiny beads of sweat on her skin, her lovely brown nipples hardening in the cool breeze, every strand of dark hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.
Zuko groans again when he feels the faint scrape of Katara’s claws near his waist, this time dipping under his jeans.
“Would you like these off, too?” she purrs as she palms his cock through his clothes. “I can feel how much you want me.”
“Yes,” Zuko grits out through his fangs prodding against his lips. He can feel everything. Katara’s every touch makes him shudder with need and his pants are so tight it feels like his cock is about to tear itself free.
Katara suddenly seems overcome with desperation as they both tear at each other’s jeans. Zuko wouldn’t be surprised if his waistband ended up torn, but right now, he doesn’t care. He forgets the issue entirely when he feels his aching cock exposed to fresh air. Zuko gasps and the sensation and looks back to Katara. His eyes widen as he looks down—down to her dripping wet pussy, her slick glistening almost silver in the moonlight under the soft, dark curls of hair.
“I know you want to taste blood tonight,” Katara whispers, tracing one claw gently under Zuko’s lips. “But…I think I can give you something better to taste.”
Teasingly slowly, Katara traces that single claw down his throat, over his hardened nipples and toned belly, all the way back to her wetness. Zuko watches, entranced, as she dips her finger inside. Fuck, he can smell it from here. Her intoxicating, sweet smell, the scent more potent than it had ever been when he was still human. It overwhelms his senses, and suddenly it’s all he can think about.
“Katara, please,” Zuko grits out, feeling his inner beast clawing at him, but he still strains to keep it in check. “Let me taste you. You smell so good.”
“Of course,” Katara purrs as she crawls closer to his face, her scent growing even stronger. “I can’t let the newest member of the pack go hungry tonight, can I? But” —she rubs two fingers against Zuko’s shaft, making him whine— “I think you need some attention, too.”
She turns around and positions herself over his face. Zuko feels the lust pulse through him as he watches her beautiful, wet core descend on him, and he reaches up to meet her eagerly. He grasps her hips with her hands and pulls her against him.
As soon as Katara’s taste reaches his tongue, Zuko moans against her, desperate to drink it all in. A warm rush of relief shakes his body. The pounding headache is gone, replaced by a euphoric hum that urges Zuko to keep going.
And that he does.
He licks and sucks at Katara ravenously, tasting every fold, every drop of her he can reach. He presses his lips around her hard clit, sucking and teasing it until he feels her shake with delight above him. Katara’s every moan and shudder spurs him on all the more; his hunger truly feels insatiable tonight.
Zuko gasps as he feels the ghost of a claw trace the side of his cock before a smooth, warm hand leisurely grasps it. Katara knows just how to tease him. Zuko groans against her pussy and grips tighter.
The hand continues, caressing his length with a tantalizing warmth. He feels the soft rumble of her giggle through her core. “Poor boy, so hungry…”
It’s Zuko’s only warning before her hand starts moving faster, gripping him harder. He tips his head back and feels a low groan escape him. It feels like every nerve is on fire in the best possible way. Every one of his senses feels so overwhelmed and his hips buck upwards, seeking more.
“Mmm,” Zuko hears Katara moan against him. “I love it when you moan into my pussy. So good for me tonight.”
Zuko’s vision goes white as a gentle, clawed hand rubs slow circles around his hip as she praises him. The ghost of her sharp nails trailing along his skin raises gooseflesh.
“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles against Katara’s skin before diving back in, hungrily drinking in her taste. Zuko feels that soft warmth spread with her every gasp and shudder.
Katara descends on him again with a warm touch that makes him gasp. “I knew you could do it, my love. You’re doing so well, and you feel so good.”
Zuko feels her hand trail around his hip, down between his legs. He moans at the feeling of two of her fingers—claws now retracted—slowly circling his hole.
“Do you want to feel me here?” Katara purrs against his aching cock. “Do you want me to tease your pretty ass until you can’t even think about the full moon?”
Zuko groans against her pussy as her lust-filled voice rumbles against him. He’d like nothing more than that; he’d like that even more than the fresh blood that the demon inside of him is screaming for.
“Yes,” he gasps desperately, voice muffled against Katara’s wet folds.
Zuko feels her hot fingers stroke his cock again in response. “I thought you would.”
The fingers momentarily let up, only to come back slick. Zuko whines as they begin teasing him in earnest, mind so clouded by lust that he hardly spares a thought as to what she’s lubing him up with. Maybe it’s the warm slick of her own arousal—the thought has Zuko moaning and bucking his hips in need.
“No need to be impatient,” Katara says teasingly as she presses his hips firmly against the mattress with one hand. “I’ll have you howling like a good little wolf in no time.”
“Katara—please,” Zuko grits out. He really is getting impatient, and the feeling of his fangs digging into his lips makes him worry about his ability to keep himself contained.
“Oh, all right,” Katara drawls with a final tap of her finger against his cock. “You know I love it when you beg.”
Zuko gasps as one of her warm fingers presses into his hole. He swipes his tongue along Katara’s slit and moans when her finger presses deeper.
“Mm—just like that, baby,” she keens as she grinds herself harder against his face. “Good boy, moaning for me. Your mouth feels so good on my pussy.”
Even if Zuko wanted to hold back, he doubts that he could. Katara slips a second finger inside of him and thrusts in earnest, curling and rubbing his walls in a way that makes him see stars. Zuko does exactly what she asked without thinking; his breaths come in pants as he releases a constant stream of pleas and desperate sounds against the delicious folds bared before him.
Zuko finds himself wrapping his arms around Katara’s waist and pulling her tight against his face. He can’t get enough. She’s even more stunning than he remembers her being before; his heightened senses only make her beauty more apparent to him. From the sight of her lovely brown folds and the dark, curly hair crowning them to the intoxicating scent of her arousal, Katara has Zuko completely under her spell.
Their voices both dissolve into panting, quick and animalistic as they take each other in. Zuko feels as if he’s devouring Katara and her sweet taste—only he’s not hurting anyone. No; he’s giving her exactly what she wants, and it feels better than it’s ever felt. He pulls her towards him with all his strength, he pushes down against her to feel as much as he can…all at once.
Before Zuko knows it, he’s arching his back with a howl—a real howl—and he hears Katara’s cry join his as she shakes, the sharpness of her claws desperately scraping his hips as they reach their climax together.
The headache is suddenly gone, and all he knows is bliss.
Zuko lies on his back, breathless. Katara was right—maybe this can be his cure. He feels satiated and relaxed, the ghost of Katara’s touch on his cock and ass and her taste on his lips.
He notices her peering down at him and is once again entranced by her beauty. Her eyes still glow blue and the tips of her fangs peek from her lips, sparkling in the moonlight.
Katara strokes along his chest. “Feel better?”
“Much better,” Zuko breathes. He feels human again.
Although…that blissful feeling slowly begins to fade. Zuko turns his head towards the window and feels the moon staring back, as if daring him to indulge his bloodlust. To his horror, he finds himself itching to break free and run, to do something—taste something.
Zuko’s eyes widen when he feels his spent cock twitch to life again and the headache return. He tips his head back with a groan. For just a moment, he’d actually felt cured from his fucking curse.
Katara seems to notice too. She runs a finger up the side of his rising cock.
“That wasn’t enough for you, huh?” she teases gently.
“No,” Zuko grits out, squeezing his eyes shut as he hears the rush of blood in his ears again. No—he can’t lose control; he needs her. “Katara, please—”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” she soothes. Zuko peers up at her and catches the lustful glint in her eyes before she wraps her hand around his cock. “I’m still feeling pretty hungry too. I think I’d like to feel this nice, pretty cock inside me.”
Zuko gasps and feels his claws tear into the sheets as Katara gives the cock in question a squeeze.
“Would you like that?” she purrs, stroking lazily. “Would you like me to ride your pretty cock until you can’t remember anything but my name?”
Zuko tries to answer yes, but all that comes out is a growl as he strains up to meet Katara, as if the wolf inside him is answering instead.
She meets him halfway, their lips hungrily crashing together as Zuko finds himself pushed back down against the bed.
He growls again at the feeling of one of Katara’s shining fangs brushing along his lower lip. He can feel her smile.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she murmurs with another light nip, before the sensations return tenfold.
Oh, Zuko never knew it could be this good back when he was still human.
He’s felt Katara’s touch before, he’s felt the smooth warmth of her body eagerly drawing him in, but this—it feels like every sense is heightened, every nerve firing all at once…but this time, it isn’t blood that’s on Zuko’s moon-crazed mind.
No; now, his whole world is Katara.
He feels her all around him—the warmth of her slick pussy eagerly taking him in, the warmth of her crushing embrace surrounding him.
He hears Katara growl herself and her eyes flash blue as she clings tighter to him, pressing him down.
The feeling is oddly comforting to Zuko, in this state. He wants nothing but Katara, and he feels is body straining for hers as the monster within him tries to escape. It yearns for Katara…the feeling of her, her taste, her scent—
Their bodies crash together as if they’re fighting, although the feeling is pure bliss. Zuko thrusts upward as if trying to feel every bit of Katara that he can, but her hips meet his in a steady rhythm, always ready to push him back down as she gasps lewd moans down his back.
Zuko feels her claws as her hands scramble for purchase on his sweat-dampened skin, and he realizes she isn’t holding back.
When he was human, she had to. She would have hurt him, otherwise. But now…he’s just like her, a werewolf, a monster. But that means Katara can finally show her true self around Zuko, can indulge the desires he can feel she’s been holding back.
And that’s about the sexiest thing Zuko can imagine.
He realizes that he doesn’t need to hold back either as the passion of their lovemaking only increases. Zuko doesn’t fear what he’s become anymore; he doesn’t fear he’ll escape and thirst for human blood.
No—everything he wants is right here and he can’t get enough of it.
Zuko wraps his arms around Katara’s waist and pulls her tighter against him. He hears growls and moans that barely sound human—and well, technically they aren’t—pour from him as he kisses and nibbles his way down Katara’s neck.
He feels himself getting closer, and all he can think is more.
Zuko pants and growls, feeling a momentary sense of shock at his new claws popping out. He whimpers at the feeling of Katara’s fangs trailing down his neck, and feels his own brushing his hungry lips.
As if on pure instinct, Zuko feels his body straining for Katara’s. It scares him, how he feels the control slip again. Only, Zuko isn’t sure what he wants right now. Everything feels warm—so tantalizingly warm—and he just knows he wants more.
He pushes up against Katara, hands scrambling for purchase against her waist as he struggles to find what more is. He wants it faster, he wants it warmer, he wants—
Two strong hands suddenly seize him and pin his wrists firmly at the sides of his head. Zuko groans in frustration and pushes against the grip, but it only tightens.
However, that frustration is short-lived as Zuko soon gets exactly what he wants.
Everything speeds up—the warmth, the smoothness, the intoxicating scent.
“I told you that you wouldn’t be able to hurt me,” Katara groans above Zuko as her eyes flash that ethereal blue glow. “I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry—I told you that you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”
Zuko feels her power even more in that moment as her hips roll into his like a flurry of stormy waves. He feels like he’s fighting her as he pushes back, but fight this is the last thing he wants to do. Zuko opens his mouth and practically howls at how good it all feels as his fear disappears. Katara is so strong, so in control. She’s beautiful, she’s stunning—and with her, Zuko is finally sure he’ll get through this full moon without harming a soul.
The intensity reaches a breaking point, and finally Zuko feels himself climax with a whine. Judging from the shaking of Katara’s hips, she must feel it too—her knees clamp down hard on either side of his hips, shaking with pure ecstasy.
It’s a feeling Zuko can hardly describe—nothing in his wildest dreams could compare. It’s overwhelming, it’s everywhere, it’s fiery and passionate and…
Calm.
The deepest calm he can remember since nightfall tonight, as if even the monster lurking inside him has been exhausted. Katara rolls off of him with a sigh, her wild eyes now back to their calm, soothing brown.
“Wow,” is all Zuko can manage to gasp.
“Wow indeed,” Katara sighs beside him, tracing a hand down his chest.
“That was…how did you…?”
Katara laughs to herself. “Well…I’ve never actually tried it myself, but I’ve heard stories. You don’t disappoint, my love.”
“I’ve never felt anything like it,” Zuko breathes. “We should do that every full moon.”
“Oh, Zuko. We still have almost the whole night ahead of us,” Katara says with a smirk. “You might not have wait long.”
She leans in close, so close to Zuko’s ear that the warmth of her breath sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.
“I have a feeling you’ll be itching for round two within the hour.”