Zuko’s Honor

Author’s Note: Warning, this chapter contains mentions of rape and other sinful ideals. I do not own any characters, only the lewd interpretations of them.

Tags: Deepthroat, Young/Old

Zuko

Zuko stepped off the ship in confidence and hope. That beacon rocketing towards the heavens could only mean one thing; the Avatar was here, and he would have to wade through a swarm of peasants to get to them.

“I know that you people are harboring the Avatar, release them into Fire Nation custody and I can guarantee your safety,” the banished prince spoke into the sea of indigenous people.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Zuko felt his patience slipping as a boy no older than him with clown paint on, charged at the prince that stood atop the ramp.

He easily parried the attack and threw the foolish boy into the snow below.

Zuko’s men marched down to the village first, rounding up all of the occupants of the little hobble. The dishonorable prince could practically feel his men’s excitement in the air, not from the bloodlust of an impending battle, but from something that would render their minds useless and char their hearts.

Pussy.

There were no men in this village, they were probably away at war, trying to protect the very thing that Zuko’s men hoped to have their way with. The wives and children.

Zuko didn’t give much thought to his own sexual desire but the young man couldn’t find anything honorable in the event of raping every person on this block of ice.

Don’t misunderstand, Zuko could see the advantages of systematic rape as a war tactic as it weakened and broke the psyche of his enemies.

The scarred teenage just thought it to be cowardly to use such a tactic while this village’s men were dying in the same war as his countrymen.

Zuko would not let that happen.

He slowly walked down the ramp.

“Who is in charge here? I am Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation,” he looked into the eyes of every woman and child, “and I am here to capture the Avatar. I know they live among you and unless you want anything unfortunate to happen, you should hand them over. Now!”

The snow around Zuko’s feet began to melt and his body erupted a cloud of steam to show the severity of the situation. While he would have liked to avoid the primal and savage fucking of woman and children, he also lacked patience. As his uncle seemed to love to remind him.

“I speak for the people of the Southern Water Tribe.”

An old, feeble woman stepped forward from the huddle of people.

“My name is Kanna, we do not know the whereabouts of the Avatar, but we are willing to trade for peace. This village is not vital in your invasion plans,” the woman spoke in a calmness that irritated Zuko.

‘This operation has nothing to do with the invasion, you old hag.’

Zuko didn’t believe the hag for a second, but he would listen to the proposition. If there were any tricks involved, he would simply kill her.

“What do you offer witch?”

“Follow me back to our council room to discuss the terms of the agreement.”

And so he did, though what the hag led him to didn’t look anything like a council room.