Behind the Throne Ch 1

Chapter 1

Katara sat in the hidden passageway, listening as the Fire Lord met with his inner council. There was audible concern in every voice except Zuko’s The Southern Water Tribe delegation had arrived two weeks earlier than anticipated, their excuse was a storm had been brewing threatening to harm the harbor. Several of Zuko’s inner-council believed that the delegation was lying for some other purpose. One voice spoke up, demanding that Zuko eject the delegation until the talks. Katara felt herself nodding as other voices immediately shot it down. The memory of the war remained strong in peoples minds despite the six years of peace. Zuko ended the conversation and dismissed the council. Katara hesitated for a minute, seeing if Zuko said anything for her ears only. Hearing nothing, Katara left the passage and made her way back to the royal harem room.

Walking in she found several of the other concubines resting and relaxing. Every other concubine that saw her offered a shallow bow of the head. Katara made her way through to the private room that was set aside for her.

“Lia.” She called out as she sat down in front of the vanity. The young woman appeared behind and Katara made eye contact through the mirror, “Draw a bath and find out what brothel is the closest to the Southern Water Tribe delegation’s barracks.”

Lia nodded, “Any orders for the owner?”

Katara paused, “Yes. Inform the owner that they will host a party for the Water Tribe. In return they will be chosen to be the entertainment for the council’s next summit. Draft the contract and inform the owner that it will be signed after tonight.”

Lia bowed before leaving, letting Katara set about planning for tonight. There were several hours before the warriors would be released from duty, rotating for the role of honor guard. She would be in place before they arrived, which meant she needed to be decisive tonight. She laid out the jewelry onto the vanity, choosing things that would resemble traditional Water Tribe adornments, but would remain distinctly Fire Nation.

A young servant girl approached and informed Katara that the bath had been drawn. The servant led Katara to the bath and helped her in. Katara let the young girl bathe and wash her, contemplating the approach that would best get her the results that she needed. She waved another servant over and issued orders before relaxing back into the bath. The servant bathing her was efficient and well trained. As the bath was ending the second servant arrived with the person Katara had sent for, one of the royal designers. Katara was helped out of the bath, and knowing that time was limited bent the water away from her body and hair. Neither servant, nor the man flinched at her display.

“How may I serve mi’lady?” He asked as he offered a shallow bow.

Katara started walking towards the vanity and he fell in step one pace behind her, “I need you to pain my arms, chest and face. I need to harder to recognize.

“Of course. Do I mirror the lady’s tattoos?”

Katara paused, “Mirroring is not necessary, but acceptable if you feel need be.”

“And style he asked.”

Katara sat down in a chair specifically designed to aid in the painting process, “Fire Nation design, but do now use those colors.”

The man nodded, “White then as a base with accent throughout. Best we get started.”

It was quickly decided that Katara would wear the silk clothes that would drape over her body. Lengths of cloth would run from her wrists to her shoulders, then cross over her chest. The length would connect to one of the belts at her hips then wrap around an in individual leg before ending at an ankle. She would not wear a top, letting the semi-transparent silk tease and display her breasts for all to see. She would wear a bottom, of a sort, It was two strips of more silk that hung from a belt, ending somewhere mid thigh. The back strip was not wide enough to cover her entire ass, and in the right light one would see her pussy through the strip in the front.

A servant did Katara’s hair in a complicated set of braids, creating a series around her head that terminated into one long braid down the center of her back. Several smooth rings were set about various fingers. A few even went on several of her toes. Some simple stud earrings would glint in the light. A wide choker around her neck completed the ensemble. Katara dismissed the upper arm bracelets common for many prostitutes in Caldera, choosing instead to let the body paint be the main attraction. During the process Lia returned to inform Katara that the owner of the brothel had agreed but demanded that the contract be signed before the evening.

Katara raised her eyebrow, “Who is the owner?”

“Mistress Eesuza my lady.”

Katara didn’t stop the smile, “Well inform Eesuza that I will sign the contract, if she so desires, but will simultaneously send a letter to the Lord Ramuh informing him of the Lord wife’s proclivities. See if she still wishes for me to sign the contract.”

Lia bowed before leaving to carry out the orders. Everything was finished with little time to spare. Katara pulled on a full body length robe that would hide her body from view. A red veil that obscured all of her face except her eyes would mark her as a royal concubine letting her be left alone. All citizens and visitors to Caldera knew of the penalty for harassing a woman of the royal harem. Katara set about the city, walking to her destination without guards. It was not unusual to see one of the royal concubines out in the city close to the evening. They would often be sent as rewards to Lords or citizens within the city as a show of favor and gratitude. A night with them was treasured beyond belief.

Katara ducked into the brothel and made her way to a room that was set aside for the girls. Removing the robe, sandals and veil she doble checked the jewelry before entering the primary room. Normally guests and would mingle with the prostitutes before going off to a secluded area of the building. There were no doors, but private rooms were screened were able to be separated by curtains. Katara mingled with a few of the prostitutes who she had met over the years and waited, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before the first of the warriors made it into the brothel.

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Katara walked over to the counter of the room, not bothering to cover the one breast that had been exposed. She grabbed a goblet of wine and took several large gulps. It wasn’t for the flavor or effects but to hide the potential taste or smell of cum in her mouth. Men, especially Water Tribe, loved to see women covered or full of cum, yet hated any hint of it when fucking a girl. When the men were drunk it didn’t matter, but wine helped hide stuff from the men who were only buzzed. Katara had already fucked and sucked several cocks tonight, but the night was young and only some of the warriors were in the brothel. The sounds of sex filled the air with men jostling and jeering each other in these weird rites of masculinity.

Katara looked over to the warrior she had just given a blowjob too and saw another girl already on top, fucking the warrior slowly. Katara smiled as she nursed the goblet, her attention turning to the one Lieutenant, Sokuq, that was in the brothel at the moment. She had recognized him, though he was younger when she last saw him years ago in the South. He was in training then and had tried to impress her whilst she had been visiting. Tonight he gave no indication that he recognized Katara in this brothel. And he seemed to be keeping watch over the men, only allowing slow and gentled blowjobs from the girls. His gaze was focused on a singular part of the room. Katara followed it and saw it focused on the one warrior who had been the cause of some near trouble several times this night. This warrior was getting rough with a girl.

Sokuq pushed away the girl that was nursing his cock and stormed over to the warrior. Katara watched the argument between the two. The warrior was older, and being belligerent, but action stopped as people watched this. The warrior wanted to argue but seeing others backing up Sokuq, the warrior hesitated. Sokuq barked for bindings and one of the girls ran to grab some. She came back with two sets of arm bindings and Sokuq laid it out for the warrior. He could either accept the fate, and still eek out some pleasure tonight, or be barred from the brothel for the duration of their stay. The warrior hesitated before placing his arms near the metal rail that was near him. Sokuq bound the mans hands to the metal rail before turning to address the room.

“Tease work him to your hearts content. His pleasure is your choice!”

Several girls giggled before swarming the tied up warrior. Several others grumbled until they noticed that none were actually servicing him but using his body for their pleasure. Many planted kisses along his chest, several where rubbing their cunts on his legs, but none were as of yet touching his cock. The onlookers laughed before going back to their own distractions and the noises returned to the typical sounds of pleasure and desire.

Katara signaled two other girls to go secure a room on the second floor as she made her way over to Sokuq. She sidled up to him and his arm wrapped around her body and ran up her side. Katara grabbed and stroked his cock, still wet with saliva from the girls who had serviced it earlier.

Katara made sure to sweeten her voice, “You handled that well, come let us reward you for protecting us tonight.” Sokuq looked around at the room, still wary, “Please.” Katara interrupted, “The men are enjoying themselves. Don’t you too deserve the same?”

Sokuq glanced back down to Katara’s face. She chose that moment to tighten her grip slightly on his cock and she heard the groan that he stifled. He didn’t answer but instead nodded. Katara dropped his cock and grabbed one of his hands with her other. She smiled as she backed away before leading him through the room to the stairs. She didn’t just lead but danced with his hand in hers, turning and swaying through the bodies, giving Sokuq hints about the pleasure her body would give. She caught him staring at her exposed breast during one such turn, but she never let go of his hand, the promise of pleasure and wonder for the night. Reaching the stairs Katara put extra sway into her hips, giving larger glimpses of her full ass under the silk. As they climbed another girl passed them and offered a whisper of the room number that the other two had found. Reaching the second floor Katara spun and walked backwards, pulling Sokuq along. She smiled as he unabashedly stared at her body. Upon reaching the room she pulled him in then pushed him down into the long couch. It was then Sokuq noticed the two other girls and shot an questioning look at Katara.

“I promised you a reward didn’t I?” Katara asked as she curled up next to him.

The other two girls knelt down and started double teaming his cock as Katara started to kiss the young man. On of his hands threaded through the hair of the one of the girls whilst the other hand groped and molested Katara’s ass. Katara forced a moan encouraging him to go further. She broke the kiss and fed him her exposed breast. Sokuq started sucking and flicking his tongue across her nipple. He played with the ring piercing, using his tongue to pull on the ring, eliciting an actual moan from Katara. She exposed her other breast and he shifted his attention. Grabbing that other ring nipple piercing between his teeth and tugging. She gasped as she looked down and saw her breast and nipple extended unnaturally. He let go and watched it jiggle unnaturally.

“You like that whore?”

Katara forced a breathy moan, “Yes. We are so glad you are here. We were so lonely.’

Sokuq laughed, “Then I’m glad the Captain confirmed the mission.”

He kissed her again and Katara pushed away the smirk as Sokuq confirmed her suspicions. All of the warriors in the brothel were marked on their head. Years ago Sokka and Hakoda had created an elite group of warriors known as the Wolf Pack. Warriors would use the wolf tail hair style and have a tattooed wolf on the side of their head, maw open, ending just before their eye. Many warriors, not in the Pack, had come to emulate the style including the tattoo; something that Sokka had encouraged. She remembered when Sokka had first discussed this wither her father; it had been just after the peace was forged and finalized. Sokka wanted many warriors to have this so that it would not be obvious who was in the pack. Hakoda feared that warriors would copy and thus earn false prestige. Sokka had successfully argued that any warrior caught doing so would be marked and exiled, or forced to complete the test of ice. Sokka won that night, and Katara had heard rumors that three warriors had been exiled within the first year. Since then all had respected the Pack.

As the kiss ended Katara grabbed Sokuq’s head and buried it into her breasts, looking at the tattoo on his head. He feasted on her breasts whilst she saw what she was looking for. The white crescent moon as the wolf’s eye. All the men were of the Pack, meaning they were on a mission. As a Lieutenant, Sokuq would never give up any secrets, meaning Katara would need to move on, but she couldn’t leave, without it being strange.

Katara pushed Sokuq back before turning around and straddling him. Her back molded to his chest and both his hands shot up to grab a breast each. The girls sucking him off stopped and fed his cock into her pussy letting her sink down and bury him completely inside her. Katara gyrated her hips and turned to face Sokuq.

“Go on then. Show me the strength of the water tribe.”

Sokuq grinned before his hands came down to Katara’s hips and he started to thrust up into her pussy. The other two girls heard the code. Katara needed him to cum as quickly as possible. One of them crawled up next to the pair, on the side where Sokuq’s head was peering over Katara’s shoulder. This girl began to make out with Katara and reached up and started to play with Katara’s tits. The other girl pulled the silk aside and used her tongue on Sokuq and Katara’s joining. Lapping at his cock, and over Katara’s slit.

Katara pulled away from the kiss and the one girl started feasting on her boobs. Katara starting letting out some monas, faking the intensity that she felt. Her body started moving, matching Sokuq’s thrusts with her own. She became vocal, with high pitched words of encouragement causing Sokuq to go faster. She heard him groan and knew he was getting close. All of that paused for a second before she slammed down on his upthrust, clenched her walls around his cock, and let out a whorish moan. Faking an orgasm. This triggered Sokuq’s own orgasm as he threw his head back and let out a groan of his own shooting ropes into Katara’s pussy. The other two girls looked up and met Katara’s gaze as she mouthed ‘Thank you’ to them. They returned with the smallest of nods.

Katara got off of Sokuq before sitting down on the couch beside him, careful to no let her pussy sit on any of the silk cloth of her bottoms. She didn’t want any cum leaking out onto it; perceptions. The girl between his legs had continued nursing his cock whilst the one on top peppered Sokuq with kisses all over his body. The foursome stayed that way before Sokuq started returning the favor and engaging with the girl on top. Katara watched for a few minutes before standing up and exiting the room. Just before she made it to the railing a loud roar echoed from the common room. Looking down she saw that the rest of the warriors, including the captain had arrived. She smiled as she saw the man that she would finally ply secrets from.