HUGE WARNING for angsty, jealous hatefucking. w I'm so sorry.

This is another two-parter, so you'll have to wait for the end. And while Korra's various sins are mentioned in a vague sense, this is certainly not the last we'll be hearing about them. It's not even the last we'll be hearing about them in this sex scene.


Chapter Nine:

I'm kissing her.

Asami thrust her tongue past Korra's lips, delving into the familiar heat of her mouth.

I'm kissing her.

She seized Korra's arms in a steel grip, scoring her nails over firm muscle.

After three years, I'm finally kissing her.

She had imagined this moment so many times she'd lost count, but the reality left a gaping hole in her chest. One kiss didn't even start to make up for three years of loneliness. It was too angry, too fast, too hungry, and it wasn't nearly enough. She still didn't know what she wanted, but her body was certain of what it needed. She wasn't going to spend this heat huddled in a whimpering ball on the floor, curled in on herself with a trembling hand cupped between her legs. Korra was here, kissing her like it was their last hour on earth, and it was time for her to start apologizing for her absence.

Asami caught Korra's lower lip between her teeth, tugging hard to get her attention. When Korra's glazed eyes focused on her, she drew back, panting for breath. "Inside." She jerked her head toward the isolation chamber. "Now."

Korra obeyed faster than any omega. They staggered for the door together, although Asami never let her get more than a few steps without drinking from the well of sweetness that was her mouth. She couldn't stop taking kisses even though they threatened to burn her away to nothing. When they stumbled into the isolation chamber, she was the one to slam the metal bar down. She ignored the other locks, but it didn't matter. No one would disturb them—and if anyone did, they would wish they hadn't.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, tugging at the front of Korra's shirt. "I want you naked."

A wrinkle formed in the middle of Korra's forehead. "Asami, are you sure—"

"Strip, or I rip them off." The heavy pulse that had been pounding between her legs for the entire morning was starting to hurt, and she couldn't take the pain for much longer. She craved Korra's skin, every inch of it, and part of her was sure she'd die if she didn't feel it sliding against hers in another second.

Luckily, Korra didn't argue. She started pulling off her clothes immediately. Asami tore out of hers as well, splitting seams and sending buttons flying. The only thing that made her pause in the middle of clawing the fabric away from her hypersensitive skin was a sharp gasp. She stopped in the middle of unwinding her scarf, freezing under the intensity of Korra's stare. "What?"

Korra remained silent, but her eyes spoke for her. Asami shuddered as they zeroed in on the front of her throat. The old scar there began to ache, and she blinked rapidly to banish stinging tears. She didn't want to explain its presence. Without a matching bite to sustain it, the mating mark should have faded long ago. Her stupid hope had kept it from healing, and her face flushed with embarrassment and anger. She hated wearing her feelings so openly on her flesh, especially when Korra hadn't done anything deserve them. Instead of stuttering a weak explanation, she picked up where she had left off, throwing the scarf away almost disdainfully.

Despite her constant shaking and the extra layers she was wearing, Asami finished stripping first through sheer desperation. She sighed as cool air hit her skin, although her relief was short-lived. Korra had managed to peel away her top, revealing her broad shoulders and firm breasts, but she was struggling to remove her skirt and belt. Asami didn't have the patience to wait. She closed the short distance between them again, hands hurrying to Korra's waist. Within moments, she had loosened the buckle Korra's fumbling fingers couldn't seem to unfasten. "Just let me do it," she muttered as she dipped down for another taste of Korra's lips.

Soon, her right hand was buried in Korra's pants while loud groans spilled into her mouth. Asami didn't tease, and she didn't hesitate. She went straight for the shaft straining against the front of Korra's underwear, cupping her palm over it. A warm patch of wetness started spreading through the thin fabric, and she let a groan of her own escape. The thought that Korra was already hard and dripping for her made her head spin.

"Ah—Asami, please," Korra stammered when the chain of kisses broke.

Asami moaned at the sound of her name, trailing her mouth along Korra's throat. She found a tempting place to sink her teeth in just beneath Korra's jaw, but she settled for sucking instead, unwilling to make a proper mating mark. It wasn't the right time, and she wasn't even sure Korra was the right alpha anymore. "Please what?" she breathed once she had left the start of a dusky bruise. "Please stop? Or please, keep going?" She gave Korra's cock another squeeze, savoring the way it felt beneath her hand.

"Yes... N—no... Both? Fuck, I don't know. Y—you're about to make me ruin in my pants..."

"Don't you dare," she growled into Korra's neck. She removed her hand, but only to yank the rest of Korra's clothes down and off. Her pants and underwear fell to her knees, and Asami zeroed in on the thick length jutting from between her legs. The flared tip was already an angry red, leaking clear, shiny fluid, and the base had started to swell with the start of a knot.

Asami's clit pulsed and her inner walls clutched at nothing, but she gave herself a mental shake. No. You can't let her knot you, no matter how much you want to. You don't trust her enough for something that intimate. Still, she needed to feel Korra inside her. Her body craved fullness, and her heat demanded it. "Bed," she rasped, planting her palm straight in the center of Korra's chest and walking her backwards.

Korra's eyes widened, but she tripped along until her calves hit the edge of the mattress. Asami pushed her into a seated position and hurried to straddle her hips, bracing one hand on her broad shoulder. She slid the other down Korra's stomach, skimming the tense muscles of her abdomen. "Don't come yet," she said as she scattered kisses around Korra's mouth. Her lips were puffy from before, and Asami couldn't resist tugging the lower one between her teeth again. "Not." Kiss. "Until." Kiss. "You've taken me."

Instead of agreeing, Korra whimpered, bucking up in search of her hand. It was a useless gesture, and her cock bobbed between her legs, pleading for attention. Asami gave in, abandoning Korra's flexing stomach to form a fist around her shaft. It started pounding when she squeezed it, and more wetness pearled at the open slit, spilling out in thin streams. Soon, her fingers were covered in slippery heat, and she had plenty of lubrication to work with. She started pumping her hand, stroking from the top of Korra's swiftly growing knot to just beneath her swollen head.

"I... I should... you first..." Korra gasped, but her hips made a liar of her. They rocked along with Asami's swift strokes, urging her to increase her speed. The shaft twitched in her fist, throbbing even harder, and the ache between her own legs suddenly became unbearable. She needed pressure, fullness, the wonderful stinging stretch she had gone far too long without. She let go of Korra's cock and pushed at her shoulders, forcing her to fall back on the mattress.

The sight before her stole her breath. Korra was sprawled out beneath her, a messy contradiction of dominance and submission. Her sleek muscles were bunched with tension, but they trembled at her touch, threatening to snap. Her dark brown nipples had tightened to stiff points, and her chest rose and fell with swift, shallow breaths. The look on her face was one of intense longing, but though her eyes glistened, she wasn't quite crying.

Asami nearly felt like crying herself, but she wasn't sure whether her tears would be angry, frustrated, or joyful. She blinked them back before they could start and focused on her goal: getting Korra inside her. Her world narrowed until nothing else mattered, and she lowered her pelvis, groaning when Korra's cock slid between her outer lips. She started grinding as soon as she lined herself up, dragging back and forth along the firm shaft and tilting to catch her clit against the tip. Each pass sent stars exploding behind her eyes, so she screwed them shut, chewing at her lower lip.

"Shit," she hissed between gritted teeth. She wasn't much for profanity, even during sex, but there wasn't anything else to say. It wasn't the time for soft words of endearment. Her fingers dug into Korra's strong shoulders, holding on for dear life as she jogged her hips faster. "It's... it's been too long... three years since—"

"Asami..."

Something about the way Korra said her name forced Asami to open her eyes. The pained, guilty expression on Korra's face absolutely gutted her, and she froze, quivering with the effort of holding still.

"I—I'm sorry, but we... we need to stop, to talk before I... before you..."

The tumbling mess of words started to sink in, and a sucking pit formed in Asami's stomach. She had spent sleepless nights imagining this exact confession, and she was torn between wanting to hear everything and not wanting to know at all. Korra hadn't made any promises to be faithful to their not-relationship. She thought she had prepared for this. She had assumed, even expected it, but that didn't stop the lance of pain that pierced her chest.

When it became clear that she wasn't going to cry, she latched onto her lust like a lifeline. With her head and her heart trapped in a vice, her body was the only thing that made sense. "You haven't wanted to talk to me for three years, Korra. You don't suddenly get to start now."

"I did—I do want to talk to you. I never stopped thinking about you..." Korra started to push herself up on her elbows, but Asami shoved her back down, keeping her pinned to the bed. The slick shaft trapped against her gave another throb, and she resumed rolling her hips, even more selfishly than before.

"Stay down and shut up," she snarled, lips peeled back over her teeth. "I don't want to hear about what you did, or who you fucked, or why you stayed away. All I want is to fuck you until it hurts. Or stops hurting. I don't even care anymore."

"But—"

Asami leaned down, fisting Korra's short, choppy hair in one of her hands and pulling hard. Their lips collided in a bruising kiss, full of all the jealousy and resentment she could pour into it. She changed the angle of her hips, shifting until the blunt, dripping head of Korra's cock lined up with her entrance. It felt too good to resist, and she slammed down, pushing past the stretch with a scream instead of waiting for her body to adjust.

The pain only lasted a moment. She and Korra were both so wet that it only took a few strokes to join their bodies. She didn't stop until her entrance hit the top of Korra's knot and the alpha's entire length was buried inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the fullness, but it still wasn't enough. She ached to take the rest, and it took an enormous effort of will to stop herself.

She began riding before Korra could even move, starting with short, stirring circles, then falling into quick, jagged thrusts that rubbed her clit directly over Korra's knot. If it's not going in me, at least it can be useful, she thought as it twitched and swelled against her. I wonder if... Her stomach lurched, and tears threatened to flood her eyes again. No. I'm not going to think about it. Not now. Not until I get the orgasm I've been waiting three fucking years for.

"Asami," Korra grunted, jolting her back to reality. "Get off. Now." Her face was twisted in what looked like torment, and her hands were lost somewhere in the rumpled covers.

Despite the strain in the alpha's shivering body and the pounding pressure that raced the length of her cock, Asami didn't have much sympathy. Whatever need Korra felt, it couldn't hold a candle to hers. "I'm trying," she snapped, squeezing down around the thick shaft. A few weak spurts spilled inside her, and her muscles clenched painfully at the thought that they were all she could allow herself to have.

"No," Korra said with a flash of fear. "I mean I'm going to—"

"I know what you mean," she panted. "I don't care. Hold it. It's your turn to wait and suffer for a change."

Korra let out a strangled whimper, but she nodded her head, visibly bracing herself for the onslaught. Asami started riding in earnest, bucking each time Korra's shaft bottomed out inside her. She had forgotten how blissful it was to be this full, to feel something hit so deep. She kept one hand splayed between Korra's breasts as she shoved the other between her own legs, peeling back the hood of her clit and pinching the root hard. She almost grabbed for Korra's fingers and made them take over the job, but she decided against it. Her broken heart wouldn't let her give up even a scrap of control.

After a few rough strokes, she was stiffening and shuddering and mouthing soundless words. Her inner walls fluttered, clutching desperately around Korra's cock, but she didn't hold back. She needed the pleasure racing through her more than breathing, and she surrendered to it wholeheartedly, too hungry to fear the fall. A shout tore from her chest, and Korra's name cracked in her tight throat, breaking over her trembling, unwilling lips.

"Shit, Korra—"

She came in a torrent. Her clit pulsed, and harsh streams spilled from deep inside her, splashing out around the base of Korra's shaft until her knot and stomach were gleaming. The flood was strong enough to surge between their bodies and stain the bed, but Asami didn't care. She howled and clawed at Korra's chest with her free hand as rippling contractions tore through her.

Once she started, she couldn't stop. The waves carried her up and sent her crashing down until she could barely stay upright. All her coordination left, and her hand shot back down to the bed for an extra brace. She pressed hard into the heavy swell of Korra's knot instead, sobbing as it stretched her entrance and doing her best to keep her throbbing clit trapped against it. She could feel how swollen it was, all for her, and she tumbled into a second climax, not even trying to control the uneven jerking of her hips.