Chapter Seven:
The first brush of Korra's shaft as it slid against her sent stars shooting behind Asami's eyes. She keened, fisting the back of Korra's shirt and exposing her neck. Sharp teeth latched onto her throat, and the powerful hips above hers kept pumping, but the fullness she craved never came. Korra's cock felt wonderful rubbing against her, but it wasn't lined up with her entrance. Each thrust slid uselessly through her wetness, causing her inner muscles to flutter with jealousy.
Well, not useless, she thought as the broad head of Korra's cock nudged her clit. The movements on top of her were so desperate that Asami knew Korra wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was intensely pleasurable anyway, so pleasurable that she didn't bother trying to redirect Korra's jogging hips for several moments. Korra's length dragged along almost every sensitive spot she had, and their combined wetness made each glide count.
"Korra," she whimpered, stroking the tense, corded muscles beneath her hands. She followed them all the way down, gripping the firm swell of Korra's ass, but it didn't help. She couldn't decide whether to stop Korra's thrusts or encourage them. "Korra, wait, let me fix—" But Korra only growled against her throat, sinking her teeth deeper and speeding up her insistent rhythm. She was lost in her rut, overtaken by lust and the instinct to breed.
Asami knew there was no way she could rein in any of Korra's actions. Even as her body ached with the need to be stretched, claimed, fucked, she hooked her knee around Korra's hip and surrendered to the slippery grinding motion instead. Maybe it's better to let her finish this way. She can't get me pregnant if she doesn't come inside me. The thought of Korra's come hitting her inner walls sent a stab of want straight through her abdomen. She tried once more to adjust their angle, but Korra wouldn't allow it. A powerful blast of air pushed her arms up and over her head, and though she struggled, she couldn't move.
The realization that she was trapped only made her desire fiercer. She was no match for Korra's strength, but she didn't want to escape. She wanted to belong to Korra in every possible way, and if she couldn't take her alpha's come inside, she would at least wear it proudly. She wrapped her other leg around Korra's waist as well, giving her a silky wet surface to push against.
Strong, callused hands clutched her hips, and Korra let out a series of tight grunts around the bruise her teeth were forming. Growling, possessive noises rumbled in her chest, and Asami felt the points of her nipples harden at the vibrations. Her clit started to pound with its own heartbeat, and she nearly came as a spurt of Korra's warmth spilled over it. Even though it wasn't inside her, Asami could feel the fullness in Korra's cock. They were pressed tight enough for her to sense each needy ripple that traveled along its length. The firm shudders brought more little slips of heat with them, and she savored each one. She hoped they meant that Korra was close, that her alpha would hurry up and release the heavy orgasm throbbing against her.
She didn't have to wait long. On the next thrust, Korra let go of the mating bite, howling as her hips bucked one final time. The length of her cock pulsed, and thick streams of come shot from its twitching head. Asami gasped at the first flood of warmth washed over her, digging her nails into her palms as her soft inner muscles spasmed. She wanted so badly for the hard jets to shoot inside her, but it was too late. They ran uselessly over her instead, covering her clit, splashing up onto her stomach, and dripping over her thighs.
Still, the hot spurts were enough to push her over the edge. She strained against her invisible bonds, trembling all over as Korra's climax became hers. Her inner walls clamped down around nothing, searching desperately for Korra's cock, and her swollen front wall pulsed as she forced out a flood of her own. Her release ripped through her, gushing over Korra's still-shivering shaft. She gasped in amazement, staring down at the swift river running between their bodies. Even during her worst heats, no other partner had managed to make her give so much, and Korra wasn't even inside of her yet.
But there wasn't time for surprise, or even embarrassment. The seemingly endless rush wouldn't stop. She rode out the rest of her orgasm with sobs and broken sighs, blinking around a few stray tears. Each time she thought she was finished, Korra would groan and shudder and send another burst of come spilling all over her, and the cycle would start again. By the time both of them were spent, the back seat was drenched, and so were they.
Finally, Korra finished emptying herself. The haze of desire seemed to lift, and she collapsed in an exhausted heap. Asami realized that her hands were free again, and she hurried to wrap Korra in her arms, cradling her as she gave a few more weak pumps of her hips. Something large and firm pressed against her, and Asami's eyes widened as she realized that Korra had accidentally formed a knot. It didn't serve any purpose, since Korra's release hadn't actually filled her, but the thought that her alpha had wanted to join their bodies together was strangely touching. It made her heart flutter in her chest and her lips tug into a smile.
Carefully, she reversed their positions and tipped Korra onto her back, relieved when her lover didn't protest. I suppose she is my lover now, Asami thought, unsure how she felt about it. Eventually, she settled on cautious joy. There were many ways all of this could go horribly wrong, but some part of her couldn't help being happy. She cared for Korra a great deal, more than she could put into words, and didn't want to be apart from her. For now, that would have to be enough.
When she caught sight of Korra's shaft, still hard and glistening with their combined wetness, her first instinct was to reclaim her former position over Korra's lap and mount it. Unfortunately, the thick knot at the bottom would make it difficult for her to take it all the way inside. She crawled between Korra's splayed legs instead, cupping the large bulge. It took both hands to hold it, and she began squeezing gently, simulating the contractions of her inner muscles.
Korra's reaction was immediate. She let out a long, loud groan and released another stream of come, adding to the stain at the bottom of her already soaked shirt. Asami hurried to fold her mouth around the fat head before the next shot, unwilling to let any more of the precious fluid go to waste. If she couldn't take it inside of her, tasting it was the next best thing. The salty-sweet flavor that lit up her tongue was just as intoxicating as Korra's scent, and she swallowed eagerly, lapping against the open slit between spurts in search of more.
She spent the next several minutes making sure her alpha was completely empty. Her hands continued kneading the full, heavy knot, coaxing all the come that was left up along Korra's shaft and into her mouth. Korra was too worn out from her rut to do anything but allow herself to be serviced, although her hips gave a few lazy pumps whenever she released a particularly hard jet. Her blue eyes were hazy with pleasure and contentment, and Asami thought she saw a hint of tenderness in them as well.
"'Sami," she tried to mumble, but Korra managed to slur even the three simple syllables of her name.
Asami released Korra's cock with a soft pop and smiled up at her. Oh, Korra. Even when you're half-asleep, I still love the way you say my name. "Thank you," she said aloud, giving Korra's knot one final squeeze. Korra let out a low hiss, but there was nothing left. Her shaft had finally begun to soften, and the swell at the bottom started to shrink as well. "I guess both of us really needed that."
"Y—yeah..." Korra stammered. "I'm, uh, sorry... sorry I..." Her bronze cheeks didn't offer much room for contrast, but Asami picked up on the subtle signs that she was blushing. Her heart clenched with fond sympathy. Her poor alpha was embarrassed at failing to mate her properly. Obviously, Korra was even less sexually experienced than she had suspected.
"You don't have to be sorry. I'm surprised you had enough control during your rut to stay outside," she said, letting go of Korra's shaft and massaging her stomach instead. The hard muscles were still coated with their combined wetness, but she didn't mind as her fingers played through it. "Most alphas would have taken me without asking."
Korra's flush became even more prominent, crawling down her chest until it reached the collar of her shirt. "Um... I— I mean... yeah. Control. Right." Although she was still embarrassed, she also seemed relieved. Asami wasn't certain whether it was because Korra thought she had saved face, or whether she wasn't ready to sire children yet, but now that the worst of their need had passed, she was grateful for it as well. "But... you know, now that we've—if... if you need any more help with your heat, I could..."
Korra's voice was so soft at the end of the request that Asami could barely hear her. Her smile grew wider, and she began placing butterfly kisses against Korra's belly, occasionally nipping at the soft skin. She hadn't had the pleasure of returning Korra's mating bite, but a few faint marks elsewhere would satisfy her for the moment. "I appreciate it. Both of us are going to need clear heads to handle Zaheer and the Red Lotus."
The mention of their enemies brought Korra back to reality. Her forehead wrinkled with concern and the happiness in her eyes began to fade. "Asami, would you... would you please promise me one thing?"
"Of course," she said, pressing a kiss just beneath the shallow dip of Korra's navel. "Anything for you."
"Promise me this won't ruin things between us." Korra's strained voice cracked with emotion, and Asami pushed herself further up along the alpha's exhausted body, only stopping once their faces were level. "You're my best friend in the whole world. No matter what happens, I don't want to lose that. I care about you too much to let sex change things or take you away from me."
The words should have made her happy, but instead, they sent a lance of sadness through her heart. 'You're my best friend in the whole world. I don't want to lose that...' Korra doesn't want to be my mate. She might love me, but she isn't in love with me. At the same moment, Asami felt her own feelings solidify. She isn't in love with me, but I'm already in love with her. And I don't think I can help it.
Somehow, she forced herself to say what Korra wanted to hear. "Of course," she said, forcing a smile. "You're my best friend, too. I'm not going to let sex hurt our friendship the way Mako did. But can I kiss you? Please? You know, since the two of us just..."
Korra didn't show any signs of doubt as she propped herself up, bringing their lips together. Asami relished the kiss, parting her lips for the alpha's eager tongue. If this was all Korra could give her, she would take it wholeheartedly. Not just because of her heat, but because her heart demanded it. Hopefully she would be able to keep her promise despite her feelings. The other option, confessing her love and causing Korra the pain she had already admitted to being afraid of, was absolutely unthinkable.