For all you thirsty bitches ;D (although tbh Korra is way more thirsty than any of you in this chapter)
Chapter Ten:
Fuck, she's coming.
Korra clutched the sheets, fighting against the pleasure she felt with every fiber of her being. It took everything she had not to thrust up into the blazing heat sealed around her.
Fuckfuckfuck she's coming.
She tried to tear her eyes away, but the sight on top of her was riveting. Asami's breasts bounced with each jerking movement, and her stomach wouldn't stop quivering.
Fuck, how is she still coming?
Asami's inner walls rippled over and over again, squeezing tighter than Korra had thought possible. The length of her cock pulsed, and despite her best efforts, the hot, clinging contractions coaxed several spurts from the swollen head. "Asami, please," she begged. "Let me pull out. I'm gonna... gonna come..." Her instincts were screaming at her to let go, to pump her hips up and fill Asami with everything she had, but she knew she couldn't. She had already betrayed Asami's trust. She wouldn't do it again, no matter what it cost her.
This time, Asami actually listened to her warning. She dismounted, and Korra groaned as the blissful warmth slid up and off her length. Her knot pounded in protest, and her shaft strained helplessly against the cold air. She had been so close...
"You don't think we're finished, do you?"
Korra blinked. "Wh—what?" she stammered. She could barely think past the pressure in her cock. It ached with fullness, and she feared she was seconds away from coming even without being touched.
"While you were gone, I spent my last six heats locked in isolation chambers, curled up and crying because it hurt so much." Asami started crawling up along her body, and Korra swallowed a whimper as wetness dragged against her stomach. The words felt like a knife twisting in her gut, but she didn't know whether the blade was desire or guilt. "I need this, Korra. I need more."
Before she could apologize or offer any reassurances, Asami knelt over her. The new position offered a perfect view, and Korra couldn't help staring between her legs. Gleaming trails of wetness painted her thighs, and her puffy outer lips were petaled apart to reveal slick pink inner folds. The tight red bud of her clit strained beneath its hood, and her entrance was still stretched open. Korra's cock gave a jealous twitch. The memory of how Asami had felt around her just moments before was almost unbearable.
"Don't just look." Dark curtains of hair fell around Asami's face, framing her burning eyes as she waited. "Lick me."
Korra didn't need to be told twice. Asami's scent was calling to her, filling her nose and making her mouth water. She let go of the covers and wound her hands around Asami's thighs, urging her closer.
That was the only moment of control she was allowed to have. A breath later, Asami fisted her hair and yanked her head forward. It hurt, but not nearly as much as her shaft did when Asami's taste finally hit her tongue. It was even better than she had remembered, and she had no idea how she had survived without it for so long. She groaned as warm honey ran into her mouth and over her chin, trying to catch as much as she could.
"Stop that," Asami gasped above her. The fingers in her hair pulled harder, attempting to direct her, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She whimpered and nuzzled, trying to work her tongue past Asami's opening for an even better angle. "Damn it, Korra, don't be a tease. This isn't for you. I need to come again."
It was torture to pull away from her steady supply of sweetness, but somehow, she managed to obey. She knew she would have all she wanted once Asami released. She pulled the stiff point of Asami's clit between her lips, trapping it there and lashing the tip with her tongue.
Asami's reaction was immediate. She moaned in approval, and the sound sent a surge of desire straight between Korra's legs. Hearing Asami's voice was almost as wonderful as tasting her. Both were reminders that she was finally with the right woman, even if it wasn't quite the way she wanted. It was a gift she wouldn't take for granted again.
She doubled her efforts, drawing and swirling and pulling until Asami was a quivering mess above her. Asami's hips shifted constantly, but Korra tried to anticipate the uneven movements, following the rhythm as best she could. She was rewarded with even more wetness, but she resisted the temptation to gather it up. She let it spill over her cheeks instead, sucking Asami's clit even deeper into her mouth.
"You're good at this. Too good," Asami gasped, glaring down at her. She was still angry, but the vivid blush staining her face and creeping down her neck made it clear that she was enjoying herself. "Did you do this for other omegas while you were gone?"
Korra had no idea what to say, but it didn't matter. Asami's hand still clutched hard at the back of her head, urging her to stay exactly where she was. She ran her palm up along Asami's thigh, feeling tension twitch beneath her lover's smooth flesh. It wasn't the 'no' she wished she could give, but it was all she had to offer.
"Did you make them come?" Asami asked, nails raking her scalp.
Of course she had. They both knew it. The question was a weapon, meant to strike at her heart. She endured the pain, knowing she deserved it, and focused on driving Asami closer to the edge. It wouldn't even begin to make up for her mistakes, but helping Asami through the worst of her heat was the least she could do.
Asami began moving faster. Her stomach muscles clenched, and her rhythm became disjointed. "Spirits, I don't even care. Just don't stop... don't stop... don'tyoudare—"
Korra thought she was prepared, but Asami's release was strong enough to take her by surprise. A powerful flood of heat hit her chin, completely covering the lower half of her face and running down to her chest. Asami's clit throbbed in the seal of her lips, and she kept sucking through the first several waves, refusing to let go. Thankfully, Asami had stopped bucking. She was frozen, trembling, locked up tight as she spilled over.
The hand on her head fell away, and Korra hurried to finish what she had started. She pushed her tongue past Asami's pulsing entrance, eager to taste the rest. Instead of reprimanding her for being selfish, Asami yelped in surprise, falling over into another round of rippling shudders. Korra savored them for as long as she could, thrusting with her tongue until her jaw ached. Tears leaked from her eyes, but not from discomfort. This was both the best and the worst she had felt in three long years.
Asami's orgasm seemed to stretch on forever, but when it finally ended, it ended abruptly. She rolled off to one side, panting heavily, leaving Korra to stare at the ceiling. She propped herself up on one elbow, trying to reach for her lover, but forgot what she was doing mid-gesture. Asami had moved to straddle her again, and the sight worsened the heavy fullness in her knot. Her cock throbbed, and a fresh pool of wetness formed at her aching slit, reminding her that she still hadn't come.
"What about this?" Asami asked in a tight, throaty voice. She lowered her hips, and Korra hissed as slippery heat dragged along the underside of her shaft. "Did you do this with other omegas, too?"
Korra dug her teeth into her lower lip. She didn't want to answer, but she couldn't lie, either. "Y—yes."
Asami shifted above her again, lining up with her swollen head. "You fucked them?"
Korra was too ashamed to speak. She could only nod and lower her eyes, watching as the tip of her shaft started to sink inside. I don't deserve this, her mind screamed as agonizing warmth closed around her. I don't deserve her...
"Was fucking them worth it?" Asami took another inch of her shaft, squeezing down deliberately. "Was it better than fucking me?"
That question tapped into a wellspring of emotion. "It was never just fucking with you," Korra whispered, willing Asami to believe her. "Not even right now."
Asami went still above her, looking uncertain for the first time since they had stripped out of their clothes. "Korra..."
"I love you. No—don't," she added when Asami tried to speak. "You don't have to say it back. You don't have to say anything. Just..." Her lips shook, and she had to swallow around the lump in her throat. "I didn't love any of them. And you need to know that. Okay?"
Asami closed her eyes and took in a deep, shaking breath through her nose. "This isn't fair. You don't get tell me you spent three years screwing around while you're inside of me, and then say you love me like nothing's changed. Like you expect me to understand and forgive you." But then, she seemed to arrive at a decision. She lowered herself the rest of the way, and Korra nearly came as their bodies joined again. Despite her tangled emotions, Asami's tightness and warmth were almost impossible to resist. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying to distract herself.
"What about this?" Asami canted her hips forward, rubbing against the top of her knot. "Did you come inside of them? Knot them?"
Korra shook her head. "Never. I was careful, and... I—I just couldn't. They weren't you."
Asami didn't say anything. She began a slow rise and fall, which grew swifter as she found her rhythm. The look of betrayal on her face had melted into one of rapture, at least for the moment, and Korra struggled not to move. She feared that if she did, she would unleash a flood despite her best efforts. Her cock was pounding harder than ever, and it twitched each time Asami took her in.
"Korra..." She forgot her pain for a shining second as Asami grasped one of her hands and brought it between their bodies. Her fingers met slickness, and she groaned as Asami guided them in slow circles. "You say you love me. Make me believe you. Make me come."
Finally being allowed to give pleasure instead of having it ripped from her gave Korra the small bit of hope she needed. She continued the motion Asami had shown her and started rocking her hips up, teasing the tight muscles of Asami's entrance with the top of her knot. Each thrust threatened to send her flying, but she held back, determined to see this through first.
To her relief, it didn't take long. Asami went rigid after the next pass, coming undone with a long, sweet cry. Korra held perfectly still, gritting her teeth against the contractions. Her cock pulsed with every flutter of Asami's velvet walls, but although they pulled a few weak streams of fluid from her full shaft, she managed to keep from releasing the orgasm throbbing inside. She's trusting me. She's giving me more than I have any right to ask for. I can't let her down.
By the time Asami's contractions stopped, Korra was a weak, trembling mess, whining with each shiver that ran the length of her sensitive shaft. Tears cut fresh lines across her flushed, sticky face, but when she opened her mouth to beg, no sound came out. The ache inside her threatened to overwhelm her, swelling until she couldn't stand it. Though she had forgotten how to speak, her mind latched onto a single word. Please...
Somewhere beyond her desperation, she felt the tight, clinging warmth leave. Asami dismounted and stretched out beside her, leaning in to whisper against her lips. "This is mine," she growled, folding a fist around her cock and squeezing hard. "Stick it in anyone else again, and I'll rip it off." The threat barely registered, but the possessive edge to Asami's voice and the hand on her shaft had Korra seeing stars. She pulsed helplessly in Asami's grip, and when their mouths collided, all the pressure pounding inside her finally burst.
Her release rushed out in heavy streams, spilling over Asami's fingers and splashing onto her own stomach. The thick jets ran everywhere, and her hips hovered off the bed as her climax overwhelmed her. A shout burned in her chest, but all that came out was a broken groan as she tried and failed to say Asami's name in the middle of their deep, tangled kiss. She could scarcely believe Asami was the one pressed flush against her, bruising her lips, pulling a river of come from her cock.
The next round of spurts came just as hard as the first. She nearly blacked out, and she had to pull away for breath even though parting was the last thing she wanted. Her vision swam with spinning colors as Asami slid down between her legs, scattering kisses across her heaving chest and cupping the swell of her knot. "And this is mine too," she said, squeezing with both hands. "I'm the only one who gets to have it."
Korra howled as Asami's hot tongue dragged down her stomach, sliding through the mess both of them had left. She kept spilling, too far gone to stop. Asami's lips were wandering lower and lower, and just the promise of where they were headed had her keening with desperation. Spirits, she's not going to… Asami placed a kiss on her very tip, and her whole world came crashing down. She screamed and sobbed and shook, emptying everything she had into her lover's mouth. Her length rippled over and over again, and her knot twitched in Asami's warm hands, swelling even further.
The next couple of minutes were a blur. Even without the tie, her release took a long time to wind down. Asami alternated between sucking her and stroking her, carrying her through the contractions. She sighed in relief and surrender, content to enjoy the heat of Asami's tongue as it swirled against her still-swollen head. Finally, she had nothing left to give. She reached down to stroke Asami's hair, silently letting her know that it was all right to stop.
Asami released her with a soft pop and climbed back up to the top of the bed, gazing at her with soft, sleepy eyes. "Want you inside," she murmured, flipping over and spreading her legs.
Korra had to try several times before her voice came out. "Sorry, I need a minute. I can use my hand if—"
"No, not for that." Asami hesitated, and a small crease formed in the middle of her brow. "I just… I'm not ready to give you up yet. Please?"
With the last bit of strength she had, Korra rolled on top of her mate's warm body. She hesitated to rest the full force of her weight, but when Asami's hand stroked down the center of her back, she let herself relax. She eased back inside before her cock could soften any further, moaning at the welcoming heat and trailing a string of slow, wet kisses along Asami's shoulder.
Korra didn't realize she was sucking at the mating mark over Asami's pulse point until sharp nails hooked into her back. She started to release her hold at once, but Asami's other hand caressed the side of her face, urging her to stay. "It's all right," she slurred, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Feels nice. I could fall asleep just like this..."
Korra pulled her mouth away for just a moment to yawn. Darkness was already creeping in around the edges of her eyes. She hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep in three years, but cradled in Asami's arms, she felt like she might have a chance. She allowed herself to drift off, still sucking lightly at the base of Asami's throat. The last thought before sleep took her was how much she wanted to wake up just the same way.