Note: This chapter contains detailed smut action ( not girl-on-girl just yet. Be patient, my padawans :) ). I do not own the Legend of Korra.
Chapter II
Intro
"Earth, Fire, Air, Water. Only the Avatar can master all four elements and bring balance to the world" - Tenzin
...
In the Spirit World, time unknown.
Narrator's P.O.V.
After the passionate, yet rare session of intimate affection between the Avatar and the CEO of Future Industries, which had managed to greatly surprise and amuse and gladden the spirits around the unnamed inland sea, the special couple discovered that they had garnered quite an audience, and Korra, then, blushed a shade of deep red like never before, acting awkwardly, struggling to explain to the 'onlookers' what they was doing; only for Asami to step in and gently apologize the 'crowd' for disturbing their peace and quiet, telling them that they were currently in the Spirit World for a vacation, and that this was the chance for them to be close to one another after what had previously transpired in the material realm. Next, the Sato girl lightly asked the spirits to allow the young Avatar and her to spend time at the 'lake' in peace.
Shortly later, she and Korra bowed slightly and respectfully.
In response, the otherworldly, yet friendly creatures accepted the pair's wish, some excitedly congratulated them, expressing merriment and joy, some politely sent them wishes for a bright future, and some softly warned them to be careful not to be too enthusiastic, as some spirits still didn't like humans, much less seeing two lovers of the same sex together. Following that, the ethereal-but-not-really beings slowly vanished ( or moved away ), giving Korra and Asami the privacy they deserved. And then, they looked at each other in the eyes, grinning mischievously towards one another. It was time for a swim!
And with that, they hurriedly placed their picnic bags down on the ground and stripped to their traditional bindings and underwear respectively, occasionally admiring their beloved's eye-pleasing skin and lovely curves ( and mouth-watering muscles ;) ). After that, they held hands and dashed for the water, paddling ever outwards side by side, giggling and laughing with delight, like a twosome of kids in two separate mature bodies. And as if they both could read the thought inside the other's mind, they simultaneously dove beneath the surface of the 'lake', swimming past majestically beautiful spirit-fishes ( there was different schools of species of fish floating about ) and other marine creatures close by, spotting clusters of thick, tall, but delicate, and brightly yellow-and-purple seaweeds lightly rippling back and forth gracefully as though they were dancing, underwater. With each time they resurfaced to gather air for their lungs, they had another chance to explore the bottom of the inland sea, marveling at a myriad of strange, unique and unusual crustacean-like things, sea reptiles ( sea turtle-shaped, sea snake-shaped, etc… ), rays, sea spiders, and more.
And in-between the periods of exploration, the couple took some breaks, got up to the shore, in order to rest, admire the magnificently mystical sky, and to enjoy each other's company; sometimes Korra sitting behind Asami, warmly hugging her nonbending girlfriend while appreciating the rich girl's soft-yet-somewhat-taut skin, sometimes Asami being on either side of the Avatar, her hand holding the younger girl's as her other's fingers playfully tracing the length of her muscular lover's back, causing the other young woman to sigh merrily, and sometimes they just lay down, casually talking about whatever new things they'd seen/found out back under the water, looking at one another meaningfully in the eyes from time to time. Or sometimes, one of them gleefully chased after the other along the wet part of the shore, after playing a prank on her unsuspecting partner, that is. And the one who got caught would be tickled to tears, only for both to stop and to silently relish their amorous closeness now and again, as though freshly reminded that they were finally in love. However, once they were too tired to submerge again, they dried themselves by using both towels and waterbending ( Asami:"So, I guess this is one of the perks of dating the Avatar: Drying with waterbending" - Korra:"Not only that, but also you get to see two versions of the Avatar almost instantly: Wet, gleaming with muscles; and dry, still dazzling with muscles!" *Flexing like a dork while Asami chuckling cutely* ), and put their clothes back on.
Then, Asami took out her picnic blanket, spreading it and placing it upon the grass near the shoreline, so the duo could sit down close to each other, without having something crawl into their pants. Following this, Asami rested her head on Korra's right shoulder, all the while gently grasping her beloved's right arm with both hands ( one on the hand, one on the bicep *wink wink* ), them both letting silence do the talking. As for Korra, well, she let her skin do the talking once she felt Asami absently brush her left cheek against the front of her shoulder.
Some time later, upon seeing that the sky was darkening a little bit, not because of someone's negative emotions, but because it was approaching night time, which was a little different in the Spirit World, the two lovers chose to gather some fallen spirit twigs and branches and build a fire to pass the night, having dinner, witnessing awesomely majestic displays of colors and phenomena in the spiritual empyrean, and finally going to sleep together as a happy couple. The next day, they woke up, had a little swim in the lake, had breakfast, then gathered stuff and left to visit the other places in this realm. About two days later, as they were striding, Korra saw a pretty huge tor ( great, free-standing rock outcrop that rises abruptly from the surrounding smooth and gentle slopes of a rounded hill summit or ridge crest ) situated to their right, her steps slowing down, and an idea formed inside her head.
"Hey, Asami, look!", Korra called out to her girlfriend.
As Asami turned around, Korra pointed at the vast rock formation, then looked back at her, a beaming smile reposed on her face. "You thinking what I'm thinking?".
Quickly catching on to what the Avatar was suggesting, the former heiress grinned. "Race you to the top!".
So, they began climbing, and to Korra's small surprise, her girlfriend nimbly ascended the ragged surface of the tor's side like she was born for such activity. Not to be outdone, though, the young Avatar started using her strength and muscles to clamber up, willing herself to surpass Asami; however, it was the other woman's rock-climbing experience from when she'd been a pre-teen between 10 and 12-years-old, that was the true factor resulting in her 'success'. On the subject of the young Avatar, to say she didn't know how to properly climb something as simple as a tor, is to present the understatement of this innovatively and mechanically prosperous era. Obviously, being held inside the White Lotus compound for most of her earlier life had made Korra not only have no basic ground concepts about social interaction and social dynamic between social classes, but also have no idea what the outside world was like, unable to experience both the environmental and human wonders and tragedies alike, unlike her predecessors, especially Avatar Aang. Therefore, you can clearly imagine just how foreign the magnificent scenery and scale of Nature on the other lands, to Korra, was, let alone grasping whatever the Spirit World rock-climbing was.
( "So? In our world, there were, and are, people who climb the Arctic mountains and the Himalayas too!", immediately say you. And I agree with that. Nonetheless, I don't think Tonraq and the White Lotus would want Korra to go so far as to explore those frosty mountains, even with an escort team led by Tonraq himself, what with the danger the Red Lotus posed even after Zaheer and his team were imprisoned, having failed to kidnap the kid Avatar. I mean, Tonraq is NOT the crazy risky type, like somebody… ;) )
Anyway, back to the business at hand. As the couple was gaining towards the top, Asami turned to tease her lover.
"Looking a little slow, Avatar!".
Breathing heavily out of exertion, the Southern Water Tribe girl spoke with slight frustration:"I'm going easy on you!".
Then, suddenly, the whole tor rumbled.
"Whoa!", Korra exclaimed.
"Wh-what's happening?".
Following that, a thunderous voice boomed.
"Who dares climb upon me?".
As realization hit the duo, they saw that they had been scrambling up a rock spirit's back all along!
"I'm sorry, noble spirit! We didn't realize-", Korra started.
Notwithstanding, her explanation was cut short by the greatly annoyed spirit.
"I should've known. Pesky humans!".
Quickly, the huge creature grabbed both Korra and Asami by the fabric of their clothes with its massive pointing finger and thumb, moving them off its back; all the while, Korra swiftly countered:
"I'm not pesky. I'm the Avatar!".
To which, the thing grumbled:"Even worse! I didn't complain when you kept the Northern and Southern Portals open…
… but creating a new one has gone too far. The human and spirit worlds should have remained separate".
Upon hearing that, the young Avatar's voice became a bit meek, like a child being called out by an adult for doing something mischievous. "The new portal was kind of an accident-".
But the rock spirit would have none of it.
"Leave my realm and never return!".
The instantaneous act of throwing away the mortals caused the two humans, one totally inconsequential, the other a little… important, to scream aloud in fright.
"Korra!", cried out Asami.
"Hang on! I got you!", the young Avatar replied with determination.
Next, she used airbending to keep her girlfriend and herself from crashing nastily upon the ground, letting the constant currents of air lower them towards the surface like an invisible elevator. However, because she cared too much about Asami, Korra also created some kind of an air cocoon to make sure that not even a pebble could hurt her beloved. Nonetheless, she had to be certain, she needed to know that the second important person in her life was alright.
"Asami!", she called out to her lover, "Are you okay? Talk to me!".
And when the older girl sat up, spitting out a single grass blade, the Water Tribe girl heaved a sigh of relief. Following this, she sat in an upright kneeling position similar to a seiza ( one of the traditional formal ways of sitting in Japan ), her head down, eyes closed, slightly disappointed.
"What a disaster...", she spoke, "I wanted our first big getaway to be perfect, not almost get us killed. I'm sorry".
Asami only smiled gently. "We've been through a lot worse together. And I'm not going to let one disgruntled spirit ruin all the fun we had. You shouldn't either", she responded, brushing off dust on her right sleeve.
"You're right", conceded the Avatar.
After that, Asami stood up, walked over to where her girlfriend was still sitting to offer her hand. As Korra grasped the hand to be pulled up, the former heiress said:
"But unfortunately, we lost all our supplies, so we should probably think about heading back to the city".
"Sure...", replied the younger girl dejectedly.
Upon seeing that the Avatar was quite sad, it was the rich girl's turn to have an idea.
"Before we go, there's one last thing I want to do on our vacation", she said.
Instantly realizing what her girlfriend meant, the young Avatar blushed, not out of embarrassment, but strong love for the other girl standing directly in front of her, looking her affectionately straight in the eyes. After that, they kissed again, softly at first; then, the connection began to get passionate 'til Asami decided to make one bold move: She suddenly slipped her tongue right in between Korra's dark lips, stunning the spirits out of the Water Tribe gal! Before the dark-skinned young woman could lightly push her lover away to inquire about this new experience, the older female held onto her beloved and sucked gently on the tongue, helping the Avatar get used to this wonderful sensation. And before long, Korra melted, sighing and moaning gladly, her hands snaking their way along Asami's back, gradually forming a sweet and ardent embrace.
A short while later, their lips broke contact, the girl who could control the four elements faintly trembling, hot-bloodedly dazed, her breath fairly quick, and her partner looking the same ( without the trembling, of course ), spotting a satisfactory smile. Subsequently, Korra spoke:
"That was… fresh".
That made Asami laugh softly. "Did you like it?".
"Y-yeah! I mean, I don't know what to think, but it was really nice, though. Where did you learn how to do THAT?".
"That's a secret whose reveal you have to earn, Avatar". The former heiress winked.
"So that's a challenge I'm smelling, Ms. Sato?", teased Korra.
"Indeed, Avatar Korra".
Next, the couple burst out laughing with mirth. Afterwards, they looked one another in the eyes again, holding hands once more. Korra commented:
"This has been a wonderful few days".
Asami fully agreed as she 'kissed' the Avatar's nose with hers. "The best".
A while later, as they were walking on one of the banks of a river, which kept two forests apart, Korra started talking about the first time she and Asami bonded with each other, back in Republic City, just a few days since the young Avatar'd arrived at the capital of the United Republic of Nations.
"Remember when we first met, and you took me racecar driving?".
"I remember how terrified you were", Asami replied casually.
To which the Avatar responded hastily:"Was not!".
Then, she continued:"Anyway… What I remember the most was how relieved I felt".
"Relieved?". The other young woman was a bit puzzled.
Korra sighed slightly. "Yeah. My whole life, I was always told I was too wild, too emotional, too intense. But it turned out you could be just as intense as me.
I've never had anyone in my life who got me the way you do".
"The three years you were gone were the longest of my life". It was the girl in the Future Industries jacket's turn to confess. "I think that's when I realized how much you meant to me. I almost told you in one of my letters".
"Why didn't you?". Korra wanted to know.
"You'd already been away for so long… I guess I was scared if you didn't feel the same way, then maybe you'd never come back", explained Asami with a bit of sadness on her face. After that, she asked Korra:"How about you? When did you know how you felt?".
"After I was poisoned… You were there for me when I couldn't even be there for myself". Korra halted, an edge of vexation appeared upon her handsome visage. "But I was so messed up then. My mind was in a million different places. I didn't know whether how I felt about you was real or not. Yet it wasn't an accident that you were the only one I wrote to when I was gone".
Upon hearing all that, Asami turned and placed her right hand on her girlfriend's muscled left shoulder. "I'm glad you did", she replied simply.
Then, they heard the pleasant call of the dragon-bird, gradually approaching them from the sky, its fiery shape like living fire carved into a great, mysteriously animated picture that was the orange yonder, filled with golden clouds of regal majesty, which prompted the Avatar to utter:"Looks like our ride's here". Shortly later, the seemingly blazing creature landed before the duo, its haunches and wings lowered, and its eyes viewing the two expectantly, as if to offer the young Avatar and the CEO of Future Industries to take them back to the third portal. Fascinated and curious by the being's ability to locate them wherever they were in the Spirit World, Asami wondered aloud:
"How does this dragon-bird keep knowing where to find us?".
"I think it can sense where I am. Not every spirit hates me".
Next, out of courtesy, the Water Tribe Avatar provided the intertwined palms of her hands as an organic stirrup for the rich gal to climb upon the dragon-bird. While the older girl was mounting the creature, she spoke:
"I wish we could stay longer. Once we're back in the city, I doubt we'll have a moment to rest".
Not really wanting their vacation to end, Korra said:"Maybe our vacation doesn't have to end just yet…".
Quickly, she whispered into the dragon-bird's right ear ( which is hidden by feathers, by the way ). Quite confused, Korra's whitish-complexioned lover inquired:
"What do you mean? Korra, where are we going?".
"It's a surprise". The Avatar only smiled.
Once the flying chimera was reaching a plain where the other two portals and the Tree of Time were, did recognition struck Asami.
"Wait, these portals won't take us back to Republic City", she uttered with bewilderment.
And as Korra excitedly climbed down from the dragon-bird, she responded:"I thought we could visit my parents before we head back".
Asami was astonished. "Your parents?".
"Yeah. Is something the matter?".
Asami hesitated. "It's just… I mean, they're great, but I don't know if-".
Korra chuckled. "It'll be fine! They're going to be thrilled when we tell them about us. Come on!".
With that, the couple jumped off the flame-colored spirit, waving goodbye, watching it take off for a short while; then, they began walking towards the portal that would lead them to the Southern Water Tribe.
...
Inside the Republic City Prison, three days and almost three nights since Korra and Asami had gone on a vacation into the Spirit World.
*Smut scene begins*
Garkan struggled not to groan aloud as Han Meifeng rode him passionately, his hands lightly grabbing her hips, absent-mindedly encouraging her to do it harder and faster, him not forgetting to thrust upwards to meet with her butt, the impact creating such arousing noises that sounded completely obscene and vulgar to a strict soul if these two were to live in a house with someone else; her loins extremely wet from the incredible sensation of intercourse, that, and her umpteenth time at the mercy of Garkan's excellent foreplay skills ( yeah, he's a fast learner ), earlier that night; sweat was already coating the two lust-filled bodies, suggesting that they had been having sex for quite a while.
Even though they were sexually involved with each other for some time ( a few days after the invasion of Republic City ), Garkan still marveled at the sensual and erotic feeling of being very close to a female, his mind subconsciously going back to the moments of either Meifeng touching his skin tenderly or him running his hands along the length of her body, the memories of her scent, her husky voice, the softness of her lips and the texture of her smooth skin being brought back to most of his senses, making him realize how new he still was to intercourse despite all the quick learning and understanding of sexual contact.
The same could be said for the concept of love.
Of course, not that love is too alien to someone like Garkan, as he had parents just like anyone else, minus some like Mako and Bolin, obviously, or used to anyway. The former Equalist's parents had been the world to him, both loving him utterly and devoting most of their time to pass down as much of their wisdom and education as possible to him; so, there should have been no reason for Garkan to not know what love was. But sadly, that reason existed, and it was why his parents could no longer be with him. However, the true path he chose had more to do with this rather tragic devolution than the fact that his father and mother were simply gone. Yes, a path which saw to it that Garkan became a murderer, a harbinger of death upon the wicked and the deceivers. So cold, so ruthless. His eyes two deathly orbs of organically hellish mirrors, which reflected the horror of his victims once they knew inevitable perishment had finally caught up with them, be it because of this logic or that.
Indeed, so cold, so ruthless, that with his stare only, he was able to shoot down any carnal feeling or romantic attachment the vile's sufferers might develop towards him. Any and all but one. Meifeng. Perhaps it was Old Koha's sentiments rubbing off on him, seeing as it was the old man who took Garkan under his wings. And Koha, 'til the end, was his parents' best friend, evidently. Garkan still remembered what Koha used to tell him when he was a teenager.
"Passion is the way of life, Garkan. Never forget that. Without it, your spirit can't even inspire your body to live a meaningful life, much less to achieve something as paramount as the invention of Hagakis ( HArmful OrGAnism KIllers ). Naturally, you don't need to sympathize with evil's victims; notwithstanding, at least show them the decency of a human being, call the police, bring them home, or even provide them shelter when it's not time to let them reunite with their loved ones. We are the opposite of the Avatar, doesn't mean we shouldn't learn a thing or two from them. After all, our goal is the same as the Servant of the Balance, the only difference is the fact that we are willing to get our hands dirty".
Maybe that was why Garkan had been successful in keeping the crooked inmates from overwhelming and raping Meifeng. Maybe that was why he'd decided to open himself a bit to the young woman as she swiftly considered him a fair acquaintance, while he'd failed to do just that to others in the past, mainly because his parents plainly hadn't had the opportunity to tell him about love other than family love, which led to him not knowing what to expect from the opposite sex. Just like the teenage Lord Zuko ( well, I'm not saying that Zuko didn't know exactly what to do with Mai, but you know what I meant ). Now this gets interesting. Both Garkan and Zuko had family from the beginning, only to lose it bitterly, then only to find it again through another parental figure. Both Koha and the Dragon of The West loved their respective 'child' unconditionally, even though the former saw his relationship with Garkan parallel to teacher/student, and both valued passion and happiness. Yet Garkan's was a greater tragedy than Zuko's would ever be, for Garkan was infected with one of if not the most dangerous emotion of all time: Hate.
And in this regard, Garkan is quite similar to Hiroshi Sato than you'll be willing to admit. Hiroshi lost his wife to a firebender, or 'benders in general'; meanwhile, Garkan lost his parents to benders as well. Both was consumed by hate. Hiroshi, to the point of even thinking of killing his own daughter; Garkan, to the point of gladly torturing criminals 'til death became the only way out for them. Hiroshi's rage at his daughter's 'betrayal' was shocking; nonetheless, Garkan's thin smile of inhuman satisfaction was bone-chilling. A human abomination.
And here he was, letting Meifeng ride him to her heart's merriment.
For all one knows, Garkan could still be human. Yet his loss and embrace of hate were just too monstrous for love to exist within him. But lust was already igniting his being, so another total, ice-cold psychopath had never been made here. Well, he'd committed murder so many times before, yet with his purpose, combined with his complex mentality, it'd be more fitting to call him an anti-
A moan of pleasure near his left ear suddenly cut off his train of thoughts. Once his mind focused again, he realized that Meifeng had stopped riding him, her manageable weight sunk upon him, her breasts pressed tightly and sensually against his bare chest, her hot, ragged breath, like that of a spirit of fire, brushed the left side of his neck with tired satisfaction, while her left hand, her fingers interlacing with their male, right counterparts, squeezing his hard, causing him to chuckle inwardly at her "cute", subsconscious feat of strength from intense climax. Because of the conclusion of the intercourse on Meifeng's part, Garkan's cock nearly slid out of her butthole, the head of his manhood still inside the now partially constricting opening. As usual, Meifeng had 'managed' to have an orgasm way before Garkan despite the incredible tightness of her anal orifice; for the young woman's anus was pretty sensitive, the moment it got used to intrusion, of course. However, as she was a willing individual, the second daughter of the head of Cabbage Corp determined to improve her stamina, always practicing privately with cucumbers, and sometimes, with Garkan's own impressive, thick 9'' shaft, in order for her to "have more fun" with either riding him or being humped by him.
On the subject of the former Equalist himself, seeing that he was still new to sexual intercourse, plus the fact that he had been pretty much of a frigid soul growing up, it usually took Garkan quite a time to climax; and in this case, coupled with his thought train, no wonder he hadn't even shot his semen deep inside Meifeng's rear passage at all, just like the night before, and their coupling a few nights before that, and before that, etc... This was counted as a blessing by Meifeng, naturally, for Garkan was her first time in all her life. Even though they were not boyfriend and girlfriend, the young woman appreciated the reality of being very close to someone she considered outright amiable in such a harsh place, in a unique way, clearly.
Still aroused, sniffing the sweat from the young man's neck, Meifeng spoke in a raspy, slightly discontinuous voice:
"You are... really intoxicating, you... know that?".
The response was soft. "And you are one of a kind, Meifeng".
"I try my best". The female prison guard grinned in the dark.
"Then try not to be loud this time, eh?".
Gently, yet firmly, grabbing her left shoulder, Garkan gradually turned his partner around in one spot, her still lying on top of him. Next, he pushed her down a bit in order to line her second hole up with his big rod, making Meifeng feel really excited now. This was one of her favorite positions ( known as the Double Decker in our world ;) ) from the Book of Carnal Desires ( author unknown ), which she had told Garkan about. Before entering her, the convict asked:
"Ready?".
"Rock me 'til I see stars in this darkness, big boy".
With that, Garkan was inside her in an instant, causing Meifeng to let out an uncontrolled gasp of lust. Then, the young man placed his hands on the female guard's midriff, only for her to pluck them away and put upon her round, medium-sized bosoms, her fingers instructing his to play with her sentitve nipples. Shortly later, Garkan began pounding her butt, his thrust slow at first but soon became fast and hard, driving balls deep into the young woman's bowels, retreating 'til the head of his manhood remained inside, and then going back in in a smooth fashion, prompting her to groan again, yet she immediately silenced herself just so she wouldn't wake those who were sleeping in nearby cells of the solitary confinement wing. It was a mighty struggle, seeing as Meifeng loved the feeling of being impaled by her partner's amazing shaft, that and the sensation of her nipples being played and teased mercilessly by Garkan's skillful fingers. It was also a challenge, a torture ( sort of ), that Lau Xiaoli's younger sister relished with zest.
Personally, she would love to have Garkan lying with her on her bed, in her own apartment, and screwing the breath out of her, her shouting at the top of her lungs as wave after wave of pleasurable sensations assaulted her mind like crazy, and as her consciousness recognized her wanton need to being healthily dominated by a male she loved- no, liked! By the male she liked! Perhaps she had a crush on Garkan despite him being a murderer. Perhaps in spite of his notorious past, him saving her from a crowd of despicable inmates allowed her to develop some feelings towards him, to long for staying near him. Perhaps he'd already known, yet let her show him her restrained affection anyway; and their nights of sexual intercourse were his way of acknowledge that without being forced to tell her that love was strange to him all the same.
Nevertheless, his thrusting still went on and on and on and on, his balls slapping against her hard, heightening their shared experience even further, his tireless fingers still kneading, pulling, and circling her nipples, prompting her to let out low moans, now that she was halfway there. The onslaught of delight was surely building up forwards to a great release. Deciding to surprise Meifeng a little, Garkan used his teeth and tongue to assail her right earlobe, helix and earhole. The young woman shivered.
"Oh- Garkan- If... you do... that, I'll... Oh! I'll come!", she struggled to speak amid the sea of sensations.
Garkan chuckled, sending vibration all over her ear. Nonetheless, he knew he was close too. "Don't you want... to come, lovely? I'm... nearly there".
"Just... a bit- longer, please. I need- Oh, spirits! I need more time!".
"You are... too greedy, Meifeng... No wonder you... visit me almost... frequently". Garkan started quickening his pace and hardening his thrusts more and more.
"Y-yes! I'm greedy... for you. I'm always- Goodness, I love this... You're making me... feel so good!".
"Then... let's come together, Meifeng. Help me... fill your second canal with my seed".
And that was it. Meifeng swiftly sat up to bounce up and down, up and down, wanting to receive the hot, plentiful semen deep within her bowels, in tune with the young man's upward thrusts, her never stopping the low moaning and groaning with her eyes wide shut, her mouth hanging open, saliva running out from its left corner, giving her face a wild look had it been daytime instead. The coupling got more and more intense for several more minutes. After that, feeling the climax approaching, the female prison guard said:
"I-I'm coming, Garkan! I'm... coming. I can't hold it any longer!".
"Me too, Meifeng... I'm feeling it to- Ahhhh!".
Saying no more, Garkan's cock erupted, filling the young woman's anus just about to the brim with his semen, and Meifeng climaxed, both of them groaning in utter pleasure. After a short while, the female crashed down upon her partner, him quickly using the remaining amount of his strength left to catch her. Following that, he turned the two of them into the spoon position, occasionally pressing his crotch against Meifeng's butt, causing his length to inch a little deeper into her, making her sigh and purr with approval, his arms wrapping around her slender waist tenderly, only for her to grasp one of his hand and interweave her fingers with his. He might not feel the same as her, but Meifeng would be damned if she didn't want to display her affection towards him. Even if he pretended he liked it, he deserved it. Fortunately for her, he squeezed her hand lightly, apparently being fine with it. Meifeng felt warm inside, closed her eyes, and dripped off to sleep.
*Smut scene ends*
...
City of Fire Splendor, formerly Fire Fountain City, Fire Nation, near midnight.
Among the venerable and prosperous houses, and infrastructure, that helped the city develop its economically and domestically improved environmental and societal aspects, stood a small and simple-decorated manor; which belonged to an adept of modern science, who used to be a stranger to the inhabitants of the properly industrialized metropolis, that had been and was still flourishing under Fire Lord Zuko's, and now Fire Lord Izumi's, reign, but now a renowned doctor, historian, psychologist, chemist and biologist; that, even though was associated with the man's fame, had been envisioned and built through thoughtful, responsible and meticulous means. And right at this moment, inside the manor, within his fairly advanced, small and secret laboratory, also the inner sanctum, the old adept, his name was Koha, was tinkering with his newest chemical experiment; and just like every other one, no one knew about the true purposes behind such an activity, not even the greatest of his assistants ( actually his bodyguard - a female firebending prodigy. Nonetheless, Koha's reason is that everyone close to him [ just three, really ] is a natural assistant in one form or another, whether they like it or not ), save for the two young men who gave assistance to the aged expert; yet he was not truly focused like he usually did during the course of the procedures.
He was worried.
Yes, he was worried about another development in the material world prior to the new sensation of the knowledge of the Avatar being the girlfriend of the CEO of Future Industries, and that was a sudden-yet-slight spike in the spiritual energy readings from his Spiritual Energy Detectors secretly placed near the three Spirit Portals ( with the third one planted about two weeks after the formation of the Third Spirit Portal, by none other than his first assistant - a Republic City youth with Northern Water Tribe blood named Hanta ), indicating that there was a fair amount of spiritual energy ever-so-slowly building up somewhere inside the Spirit World, and that it had been doing so for two years and a quarter now; so slowly that it took the Detectors more than twenty-four months to be able to catch it. That, and the fact that there was this piece of ancient and horrifying history which spoke of the return of a Figure who would bring about the happenstance of an ambiguous thing, be it an event, an anomaly or something else entirely dissimilar, in "an era of general prosperity", and which might be true. However, Soru Arai, Koha's second assistant - another Republic City youth, but with Fire Nation descent - outright rejected it. He refused to believe that there was another unclear terror within the Spirit World, one that could equal Vaatu in term of being a sinister threat posed to Mankind.
Furthermore, he argued that the bit about the non-descriptive 'Figure' hinting at them being some kind of a dark prophet was annoyingly ridiculous, and deliriously fanatical even.
"I find the notion of having a cult worshiping some horribly ancient and forgotten spirit absurd, though I know the world has witnessed the great peril of extinction through the form of a giant, humanoid eldritch abomination. I mean, Unalaq's forces were NOT similar to a cult, and even though he became the Dark Avatar, he was NOT a dark prophet in any way. He preached about balance and spirituality, but he only cared about himself. A dark/normal prophet would sacrifice themself, becoming a martyr, in order to herald a new age ruled by their respective... deity. Throughout Man's history, none had attempted to do this, not even one like Fire Lord Ozai, and no one else shall. With that said, I believe this is just another of the unknown phenomena originated from inside the Spirit World; not that we should do nothing. We should be attentive and ready, yes; but worried, no".
While Hanta had found that kind of thinking was a little ignorant and short-sighted, for there was an unspoken rule in the scientific community, and that was if you are an individual of science, you have to remain open to millions of possibilities and outcomes in the universe, including ones from unlikely sources such as spirituality and faith, Soru did have a point. The ancients were superstitious, and sometimes, zealous, too zealous for Mankind's benefit; after any event of great tragedy and magnitude, they tended to believe that it would happen again, but instead of using reason and logic, they relied on prophecies and divination to forward warnings, some even took it upon themselves to pass absurd laws and legislations in order to either oppress unfavored political opinions, 'unacceptable' artistic expression and 'blasphemous' ideas with bloody brutality and viciousness, or gain power and special treatment to stand above just rules and decrees, or, unexpectedly, use these dictates as an excuse for conquest, thus creating horrifying periods of war, tyranny and imbalance. There was not a single one of these so-called "prophecies" becoming real. Or maybe there was one, yet it was regrettably exploited and misused.
Nonetheless, Koha couldn't shake the feeling of dread from his mind, seeing the ongoing increase of the spiritual energy from within the Spirit World via the readings every four-hour span. It was eerie. And he was tired too. He had been keeping himself awake for almost four days now, disregarding others' concern, taking a rest for either regaining strength or having meals briefly and occasionally, having realized that the amount of spiritual energy currently abnormally accumulating would not stop, let alone drop back to the comfortable mark. His eyelids kept lowering every now and then, and Koha had to strain his mind to will his eyes open so as to finish his latest experiment as soon as possible, or else-
"Gah!", he suddenly exclaimed with dismay.
In his distracted state of mind, he unintentionally dropped a sizable vial made out of a special type of plastic, which contained an extremely corrosive and poisonous acid known as 'the Wicked Disintegrator' ( Hydrofluoric acid [ HF ], really really nasty stuff ) or just 'the Disintegrator', on the floor. And even when the floor was decently chemical-and-acid-resistant, it was still highly dangerous, for some of it splashed onto the legs of his protective suit...
"Koha, are you alright?". His first assistant immediately turned to him upon hearing the exclamation.
"Hurry, Hanta, get one of the Disintegrator spill kits!". Koha looked at the younger man through his full-face shield momentarily, then instantly jabbed his gloved pointing finger at two red buckets situated beneath a red first aid station mounted to the wall, near the door, the hazard completely pulling him away from exhaustion and sleepiness, yielding to his sharp perception and superb leadership, him swiftly getting out of his suit, all the while retreating from the puddle of acid, trying to control his breathing and fear.
Without words, Hanta speedily rushed towards the kits, knowing full well what'd happen if he acted too slowly ( because HF interferes with nerve function [ either through skin contact or respiratory mean ], meaning that burns may not initially be painful. Accidental exposures can go unnoticed, delaying treatment and increasing the danger, and even fatality, of the injury. Victims will have eye and skin burns; rhinitis, bronchitis, laryngeal edema, bronchospasm and/or acute pulmonary edema [ fluid buildup in the lungs], and bone damage [ due to HF's extremely corrosive nature, upon physical contact, it will 'eat' through clothes, skin, and flesh down to the bone ]. And if one is unfortunate enough to be exposed to a normal to great amount of HF, severe pain, amputation, and death are a certainty, or will be horribly disfigured for the rest of their life, if treated early and properly, because of HF's ability to cause permanent tissue death ).
After grabbing one of the buckets, Hanta promptly moved back to the puddle, putting it down on the floor a fair distance away, hastily opening the lid, grasping the Disintegrator neutralizers inside - small, white shaker bottles containing white, solidifying powder - shaking them, and proceeding to very carefully cover the acid with the powder in order to avoid an
exothermic reaction ( heat will vaporize HF and increase the risk of exposure ); then, he left the laboratory, seeing that the door ( and surely the vents ) was closed by his mentor so the acid's vapor wouldn't escape. Once Hanta was outside the room, he sealed the door again. After that, he turned to look at Koha, now in his underclothes for fear of the acid also dissolving his lab uniform. Other than that, the old man appeared to not be touched by the Disintegrator at all. Then again, someone had to make sure.
"You know I am a fearless man, who always pushes the boundaries of science in search for great knowledge, but...", he spoke a bit quickly, looking back at his assistant, then halted, swallowing and wiping away sweat of stress upon his forehead, "but I'm no longer young, and the damnably sticky lab uniform, and... and... Well, this is beginning to be too much for me, apparently".
Hanta smiled gently. "I think this is a sign from the spirits, telling you that you need to rest. Exhausting yourself won't bring us any good news, really; just like those readings. I mean, we all need you, and Garkan needs you too".
Koha intended to rebuke Hanta for suggesting such a thing when things were getting more and more ominous and foreboding by the minute, but then he just sighed upon hearing the name of his best student, who he loved like a son despite him never marrying once. Even though Garkan had grown up to be quite a figure of authority within this group of scientists and fighters dedicated to preserve the balance of the world, he still needed guidance in order to lead this family of watchers against overwhelming odds to come. What kind of odds, Koha didn't know for sure, but anything originated from the Spirit World was not to be underestimated. After all, if the Avatar failed, then Garkan must continue to do what he could to prevent imbalance from manifesting to full force at all cost, for the sake of the integrity of everythi-
"Hanta! Koha! What in the Spirit World happened? I heard some noises a few minutes ago. Did one of you almost get hurt again?".
The barrage of words came from Soru Arai, Koha's second assistant, who had been replaced by Hanta after working with the aged adept from dawn 'til dusk, and who was previously sleeping in the second dining room a corridor away from the laboratory. As soon as he had heard a sound like that of the slamming of a door, and someone's panicked muttering, he stumbled out of a sofa, hurriedly re-fastening his belt, fell, got up, rushed to the door out into the corridor, then ran towards the laboratory, fearing some terrible thing had happened while he was sleeping. After the barrage, he saw that neither Hanta nor Koha was hurt, unhesitantly coming to hug Hanta, his lover.
"Oh, thank Goodness, you're safe. I thought... I thought...".
The dark-skinned young man lightly, yet firmly, pried himself from his beloved's hard embrace. Soru was lean, had some decent muscles of a martial art nonbender, but his hug felt like one coming from an earthbender! Softly cupping the other young man's left cheek, he replied:
"Still as dramatic as ever, Mr. Hotman. I and Koha are fine". Before Soru could ask what'd happened again, Hanta continued. "He dropped a vial of the Disintegrator out of exhaustion, but I already took care of it".
Next, he looked back inside the laboratory through the door's small glass. Soru followed his gaze and saw that the neutralization was settling in right at that moment. Turning back to Hanta, then to Koha, the whitish-skinned young man said:
"Are you sure? Did you two check yourselves properly?".
"No, but I'm pretty sure". Hanta nodded. "Notwithstanding, it doesn't hurt to go through a thorough examination just in case".
"Alright, I'm gonna go prepare the examination kit. Hanta, get the professor up and to the medical room-". He stopped. "Maybe I'll go tell Jimena as well. She deserves to know what had trans-".
A voice behind him sounded. "No need for that, I'm here already".
That startled the spirit out of Soru. "Ah! Jimena! Will you please stop doing that!? I know your grandfather was a Yuyan Archer, but Spirits, you don't need to sneak up on people like that all the time, you know!".
Jimena smirked. "Sorry about that, can't help being silent like a really spooky spirit", she spoke, assuming the pose of a hungry ghoul.
"Very funny", Soru responded, looking up at the tall, muscular young woman.
Even after knowing Jimera for a long time, Soru still couldn't shake the awe from his mind every time he saw that the old man's bodyguard was surprisingly stealthy, and of course, fast, for someone as heavily built as her. Normally, she already looked like a goddess; but when one witnessed her in action, she was truly out of this world.
"Was there anything wrong, Jimena?". Once again, before Soru could speak, another person cut him off. It was Koha. "The readings... Did they spike once more?".
Now Jimena's face turned serious. "No. However, the third detector just detected another source of energy; not spiritual in nature, mind you; just as it was designed. It was more like... concentrated electrical power".
Hanta was puzzled. "Concentrated electrical power? Where?".
"It's beneath Republic City. The problem is, I don't know where exactly. And worse, that source of power? It must be equal to half of the Republic City Power Plant's stored energy".
Note 2: Just correcting some stuff.