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An Unexpected Visitor
Korra was sleeping peacefully in her bed, curled up under the blankets. She felt so safe in her room, as though no one could get her there. Unbeknownst to her, a dark figure loomed through the shadows of the room, creeping closer to where she lay fast asleep; blissfully unaware of the danger she was in. The figure reached a hand down and gently brushed away a strand of hair from her face. Korra's eyes began to faintly flutter open as she felt the weight of something on top of her. She let out a startled gasp when she saw a large, dark form pinning her down. Through the darkness, she could just make out the image of a white mask.
"Amon." Korra gasped in horror.
"Good evening, young Avatar." He replied in that deep voice of his. "Having a pleasant night?"
"Get off of me." She snarled and began to struggle.
Instead of doing as she ordered, Amon moved his hands from either side of her onto her breasts. Korra gave another gasp as he began to knead her breasts through her night-shirt, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples and occasionally tweaking them and making them harden.
"I am not going anywhere, Avatar, and neither are you." She glared at him and he chuckled. "So defiant. So…passionate. I find that most attractive about you, young Avatar."
"Get away from me, you sick pervert."
"No."
He then yanked her shirt up in order to expose her breasts. Korra began to try and throw him off but he was too heavy. He tilted up his mask slightly in order to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Korra continued her futile attempt to struggle, she tried to free her arms but her grabbed her wrists and held them down as he continued his ministrations. After he treated the other breast in the same way, he pulled Korra's hands behind her back and withdrew a thick cord that he used to bind her to the headboard of the bed.
"Those cords are inflammable, Avatar," Amon pointed out, "any attempt to Firebend yourself free would be useless."
Korra threw him another furious look as he pulled the blanket away from her body. Amon then yanked down her pants and tossed them aside, doing the same with her underwear. He traced his hands up her legs as she attempted to kick him. He grabbed both her legs and held them against his waist. He then reached down and undid his pants enough to free his erection. Korra gave another gasp of horror as he drew closer, about to enter her. No sooner was he an inch away from taking her when the bedroom door swung open. Both Amon and Korra looked up in horrified shock at who was standing there.
"Mommy, Daddy, what are you doing?" Their eldest son inquired as he, his little brother, and little sister stood in the doorway. "Why is Mommy tied up?"
"Uhh…" The two trailed off.
"Are you two fighting?" The younger boy asked tearfully.
"Daddy, why aw you weawing dat scawy owd mask?" The three-year-old girl added.
"What's going on?" Came another voice and Tarrlok soon appeared. He blushed when he saw the compromising situation that his brother and sister-in-law were in, and then pulled his niece and nephews out of the room as fast as he could. "Next time you two want to do something kinky, at least lock the door first." He snapped.
I'm sorry, I had to do it. Cute little semi-smutty oneshot. I'm surprised no one else thought of this.
