A/N: Just wanted to say that this is NOT canon compliant! I wanted to, but because of how heavy the plot is in book 1 (and that Tarrlok and Amon/Noatak went off and got killed) I decided to forgo it and keep it lighthearted and focused on the humor. This story isn't meant to be taken too seriously lol It's all in the name of horniness and good fun ehe :)
That being said, feedback of any kind is welcomed and appreciated! Enjoy! ;)
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What happened last night was something she both didn't and did want to forget. Out of sheer embarrassment, there was nothing more that she wanted to do than hide under her sheets and never see him again. How utterly humiliating was it to have an orgasm just from the sound of his voice, just from the words he was speaking, whispering into her ear.
Spirits, she was pathetic.
But then that nagging thought at the back of her mind desperately wanted to indulge in that foolish part of her and chase that feeling. With a dreamless night - the first since those stupid dreams about him began nearly a week prior - she was determined to keep her thoughts free of him.
She would've thought it was easy. With her muscles loose it wasn't difficult to come to that conclusion, until she realized what awaited her at dawn. The need to meditate, the need to face Tenzin and the airbending kids. The fantasy was still fresh in her mind despite the grogginess of sleep, and a part of her wondered if he'd follow through with his words. He did send the picnic basket and her dress himself, she doubted this would be an exception.
Korra shook her head at herself as she made her way to the pavilion. Pft. What was she thinking? She's just being paranoid at this point.
Stretching her arms above her head, she reached the meditation pavilion. Tenzin and the three airbending kids were already there, just about to sit themselves down as well, and Korra willed her nerves to relax. After last night's call, it was easy to feel herself grab ahold of some peace, though with her anger towards Tahno and the Wolfbats on the backburner, she needed to keep herself from slipping. She needed to be free of these things in order for the Fire Ferrets to win tonight.
Swinging herself down beside Meelo, she crossed her legs and assumed the meditation position. Oxygen expanded in her lungs. Blood gracefully flowed in her veins. In and out. She honed her attention on the small details around her until all she could feel was the rousing tingles of nature breathing with her in a relentless pulse of sorts. The waves, the wind, the leaves rustling in the trees.
She would've continued and immersed herself in those pulsations, but she heard footsteps against stone growing louder and louder behind her. Probably some White Lotus guard giving Tenzin something important.
"Avatar Korra," that all too familiar voice called out.
Korra bristled. Her blood froze and cerulean widened. It was the same voice that held charisma and intelligence as he charmed and lied his way up the political ladder. It was the same voice that made her feel torn between wanting to punch him or pull him in for a kiss. It was the same voice that whispered crude things to her just the night prior.
Spirits, was he seriously going through with that scenario he conjured? Was he actually going to do this?
Her heart fluttered wildly against her ribcage. If Tenzin had any suspicions about what occurred between her and Tarrlok, surely now would be the biggest indicator considering she slowly glanced over her shoulder to meet piercing blue that swam with mirth.
A long, suffering sigh was heard somewhere behind her. "Tarrlok, why are you here?" Tenzin asked, weary.
Pale orbs waited a moment, before answering her mentor. A twitch of the corners of his lips curled upwards and a break of his eyes with her own. Grinning and showing pearly whites, Tarrlok raised a gentle hand in mild surrender. Even now he seemed unfazed. And she hated that. "Now, now, Tenzin. Don't get your airbending robes in a twist. I'm just here to give Korra this." He pulled out a folded note from his coat pocket and handed it to her.
"Thanks…" She uttered, brushing her fingertips with his own. "What is it?"
Tarrlok shrugged as Korra flipped the paper to open up the note. Eyes fleeting over his pretentiously beautiful penmanship, it was an address, date, and time. Nothing more, nothing less. "Just instructions for the next Task Force meeting. I postponed it specifically for your championships tonight, but our next one will be tomorrow night, eight sharp. Your attendance is heavily requested." He easily lied.
When she glanced back at him, reading the unspoken words hanging in the air, Korra felt a smile threatening to break her suspicious expression. Instead, she opted to bite her lower lip to stifle it. With a furtive flicker towards the note once more, she realized the address was in the upper class neighborhoods of the city… Did that mean?
Before she could dwell on it further, Tenzin released another sigh. "Okay, you've given it to her, you can leave now, Tarrlok." He said impatiently.
Tarrlok smiled evenly, even though she sensed his muscles were taut with something she read as a combination of irritation and annoyance. For Tenzin? Of course it was, why was she even questioning that. "Good luck, Avatar Korra." He bowed. Gracefully, he strode back the way he came in. She forced herself to reassume her meditation position, discreetly pocketing the note with pursed lips.
Before closing her eyes, she caught Tenzin's narrowed eyes straying over her shoulder. She supposed she'd have to sneak out this time around.
Tarrlok didn't think he'd like this game at first. It was persistent and intriguing, as expected. But he always assumed she'd cow away once he pushed forward. Though that wasn't necessarily the case, was it? Surely, she wasn't naive enough to believe he wasn't enraptured by this, right?
In regards to the night prior, he couldn't help but indulge in her request. After the whole day nearly glued to his desk, weary eyes trailing over fine print, Tarrlok felt almost compelled to take a step back from work and speak to her. It was completely unexpected, but a welcomed distraction nonetheless. From her queries on sex advice from reckless magazines, to chasing that teasing intonation in her voice, he was helpless when it came to her.
At this point, he wasn't even surprised. He seemed to be a slave to her desires, no matter how much he wanted to let on, even to himself.
What did surprise him was the fact that he heard a distinct vibration coming from her end of the call. If he could, his brows would've been raised to his hairline, but he flowed with the change in conversation in fascination, easily conceding to her inquisitiveness, and then some. But that didn't make him feel less like a lecher. A voyer, despite not actually watching her from afar, though as he stood currently, that could be changed.
Regardless, it felt as though he weren't meant to be hearing that, despite the fact that he couldn't bring forth the will to put an end to the madness.
Then of course, her breathlessness, her utterings ground out as if she were torn between keeping quiet or releasing the sounds she so desired. The moans, as stifled as they were, he couldn't bear listening to them and idly sit in his chair. Abruptly, he ended it and opted to fumble with what little dignity he had left.
There was no way in Koh he'd be able to deny himself yet another night of release. After months of hiding his lust behind a sly smile and cool composure, and her comfortably meddling with his desires as rashly as she could muster, Tarrlok felt almost obligated to indulge in the night just as she did.
He was thankful that no one was lingering in the building, everyone leaving in favor of their homes hours ago, even his page, because he all but scrambled with the ties of his trousers as freely as he could. Tarrlok palmed the head of his prick and stroked himself. With the little fire she needed to rekindle that arousing flame, he felt himself stiffen at hearing the mere sounds she was creating.
It was music to his ears as he replayed them in his head, even long after the call ended. Pumping, stroking, imagining she was with him at that moment and replacing his touch. Perhaps she'd be reluctant. Or perhaps she'd be trifling with mocking intent in cerulean.
It was pitiful, truthfully. A man of his age, his status, his poise, spirits, even his family, to be broken by the young, brash Avatar. But he couldn't deny it any longer.
Especially at the mere sight of his arousal throbbing and spurting the proof of his pleasure against his bare abdomen, threatening to soil his clothes.
He sat there: partially ashamed, partially sated.
As humiliating as it was, Tarrlok found this immensely entertaining. That despite Tenzin's warnings, she still relentlessly came back to him just as he was with her.
Even earlier that morning, it was nothing short of captivating.
She was so easily swayed. The tautness in her muscles, the slightest dusting of pink on her ruddy cheeks, the widening of cerulean. His mere presence caused her heart to flutter like a baby hummingbird. Was it out of anxiety? Possibly. Was it out of elation? He wasn't quite sure, but after witnessing that furtive, small smile she offered to only him as he handed her his note, he couldn't stop himself from the familiar stirring low in his abdomen.
Since that call, with what they were speaking of, of course he had to toy with her. He was drunk on her. The little glances, the smallest of touches and barest of insinuations exchanged between them fueled the lust he held for her.
Even as he stood beside Beifong and Tenzin up in the stands, he couldn't deny her movements were tantalizing, silently wishing he were on the receiving end of her passion, if only to witness that fire in her orbs once again. Tarrlok took a levelled breath in - smelling popcorn surrounding him - and folded his arms across his chest. The two alongside him were speaking in hushed tones, more than likely personal matters or complaints with the referees, though he couldn't be bothered to listen to them.
Instead, he studied her.
Perhaps he was risking a lot considering two of the people protective of her were standing beside him, yet he felt as though it was worth it.
Her forms were precise. Her footing was excellent. Hell, even her posture seemed to be perfected. He allowed a smug smirk to line his lips in pride. Evidently, she noted his remarks from prior weeks and translated that to the innovative techniques in probending.
Blaring bells rang with a chorus of cheers from people in the crowd and the cadence of the commentator's voice, signalling the first round was over and the Fire Ferrets won.
A small water break was given for the players on both teams, and as Korra threw her head back and chugged healthy gulps of water down her esophagus, Tarrlok honed in on her heartbeat racing from the exertion. She was barely in his range, though he couldn't stop himself from taking the opportunity. Deviously accelerating her pumping heart, even the tiniest sliver to cause mild panic, Korra acted accordingly.
Cerulean glanced around her in paranoia before quickly meeting his pale blue from afar. Merely smiling, Tarrlok held her gaze. Korra pursed her lips and mirrored him, though he supposed everything in her crude nature compelled her to flip a slim, glove-covered middle finger in his direction.
Spirits, she was uncouth. Yet for reasons other than fascination, he relished it, and even then, it was beyond his comprehension.
Tarrlok braved a glance at the two muttering wildly to one another. At least they were too preoccupied to notice.
The next round began and that flawlessness in her seemed to falter. From her forms to the wavering streams of water she'd send towards their opposing team, she was stumbling. Tarrlok wasn't quite sure whether he should be amused or worried, though as brazen as she was, his thoughts were cut short when she was growing increasingly incensed.
For what, he wasn't sure. However, as the second round melded into the last, he studied her movements once more, focusing on her heartbeat, and concluded anger was the least of her problems. She was frustrated, that was evident. But there was something within her that was the cause of that frustration and it didn't seem to be due to probending. What happened in two rounds that wasn't there in the first?
Tarrlok mulled over his observation and smiled mischievously to himself. Was she aroused? Was she frustrated simply because he was watching her?
If so, it made sense, especially after what transpired during last night's phone call.
When the competition ended with Korra and those brothers jumping in excitement at their triumphant victory, cerulean shot him a threatening, yet all too challenging glance. As if she had proven him something she only knew of.
Despite it all, a proud smile stretched his lips as he gazed upon her. He was pleased.
Korra didn't know if she wanted to punch him or stalk across the city just to get a kiss from him. After last night's wavering victory, her nerves were overwrought with arousal. She honestly didn't know what was wrong with her.
If this was anyone else, she would've thought she was crazy for feeling this much knotted tension for someone during a competition.
Maybe it was the adrenaline of fighting, or maybe it was Tahno's goading that added to the mix, but nothing of the sort was there when the competition began. It wasn't until she noticed he stood there with Lin and Tenzin, as if silently provoking her that he was blatantly eying her within their vicinity, that she felt heat welling up in her abdomen. It was knowing he was watching, more than likely critiquing her from afar, that unconsciously caused her to stumble and fumble and get knocked out of the ring so quickly.
That, in turn, made her all the more frustrated. It was his lingering gaze. It was her, even for a moment, recounting the sound of his voice in her ear and egging her on when Tahno sent a wave of water her way and Korra narrowly dodging it.
She wanted to slap him for that. Both Tahno and Tarrlok. But when they won, the overwhelming sensation of triumph coursed through her veins. They managed to win even when Tarrlok probably wanted her bested.
Tires screeching to a halt, Korra was brought out of her reverie. She blindly gave the driver his yuans, even a little extra to keep his mouth shut, as she scanned the house, unimpressed. A sardonic laugh threatened to spill past her lips. Of course, he lived here.
The neighborhood, as gaudy as all the houses were, she couldn't deny that all of this felt very… Tarrlok. She couldn't explain it, yet it was the air of elegance and class that seemed to permeate down the dimly lit road. When the taxi driver rolled away down the street, Korra slowly sauntered her way up the steep steps and fussed with the flared fabric of her vest. He never mentioned anything of the sort, but she adorned the borrowed clothes of Asami to keep from getting noticed.
It seemed to have worked.
Regardless, she didn't know why she was so fidgety. Maybe it was what lied ahead of her, or maybe this was solidifying what happened over the phone those few nights ago.
She wasn't sure.
Nervously swallowing over the lump in her throat, Korra licked her lips and released an even breath out of her mouth. Knocking tersely against the ornate door, she stepped back and waited.
A few seconds of silence. Then footsteps.
The door swung open and suddenly, the Councilman - not-so-shockingly still in his work clothes, though seemed much more casual about it - stood at the threshold. "Korra," he greeted with a small smile.
Without waiting for his permission, she slipped past him and eyed the interior critically as she tried to shed the agitation from her nerves. "I should've known you lived here. It's fitting for a priss like you." She teased.
Warm, dim lights illuminated the small room, though there were many elaborate, Water Tribe decorations adorning the foyer. It was cozy, yet the intricate furnishings screamed of exorbitant prices of the highest quality. She had to roll her eyes at that. Considering the man, it was very much on par with Tarrlok's standards. Then, of course, the overwhelming aroma of the man himself nearly smacked her in the face. She wasn't complaining; his scent became more and more comforting the longer she spent time with him - and she certainly wasn't about to go telling the man lest she wanted to get teased mercilessly - however, she felt as though she were immersed in a wave of sandalwood and spiced vanilla.
Absently, she hoped Tenzin didn't notice it when she returned to the Air Temple.
"A greeting would've sufficed, but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless." He sighed, closing and locking the door with a flick of his wrist.
A smile curled her lips up, but she caught the faintest trace of something lingering to her left. It was a very distinctive, cozy scent that wafted throughout the house. "Are you making seaweed noodles?"
Tarrlok hummed in confirmation as he gestured for her to follow. "Why, are you hungry, Avatar?"
"Tch, no, just… smells like home." She shrugged sheepishly. In a sense, it was true. But that was just the scent of homemade water tribe food that reminded her of her family. As much as she loved Narook's - merely because it was the closest thing to her mom's cooking - it felt like ages since she's had anything authentic. Shaking herself of her musings, she matched his pace and walked alongside him.
Nodding, he guided her towards the kitchen. "Well, I don't want them to get overcooked, so you could wait while I finish it up."
Korra kept her mouth shut as she took her surroundings in stride. Spirits, was this where all of the city's funds ended up? In Tarrlok's pocket and spent on materialism? She shook her head as she passed a gaudy painting of… well, she wasn't sure. "Do I get a grand tour later?" She asked, nudging his arm with her elbow.
"That could wait another day, unless you're planning on staying all night." His voice dripped with wickedness, his insinuation not lost on her, especially with what happened during the past few days.
Not knowing how to respond, Korra chuckled and felt her cheeks flush. "I-um…"
Tarrlok snickered before gesturing towards the few bar stools dividing his common room and kitchen. "Take a seat, it should be done shortly." He said, moving expertly behind the counters and taking up the role as a chef quite easily.
When she perched herself high on the chair, she watched him quietly.
It's a bizarre sight. Tarrlok cooking like any normal person would. A part of her always assumed he was a little princess that needed to be taken care of. That needed someone cooking his meals and cleaning his house at every beck and call. He probably had a bell somewhere hidden behind all his wealth. He certainly looked the part, but an unknown fragment within her relished the sight despite herself.
Propping her cheek against her palm, she simply observed him with a small smile. Maybe it was the comforting scents of home wafting around them that caused her muscles to ease rather quickly. Or maybe it was merely the sight of Tarrlok doing something so uncharacteristically domestic that it tapped into a part of her that in a weird way liked it? Korra furrowed her brows. She didn't want to think too much about it, especially when he caught her gaze with his own and held it as he blindly stirred the boiling noodles.
Her blood froze, but there instead of the usual vanity, his gaze was indecipherable.
Despite everything, heat lanced up her nerves before he broke the contact and turned the stove off.
Spirits, what was wrong with her?
The question immediately dissipated when she caught a glimpse of him carrying the pot towards the sink, pouring the combination of water and noodles into a strainer as steam clouded him. His back was turned to her, and she was lucky that it was, because she could already hear his smug voice filling in the silence at the sight of her practically oogling his physique.
He wasn't wearing his usual pale blue coat, or his vest. Rather, he opted to keep the white button-down dress shirt on and tucked into his trousers, while the sleeves were rolled to his elbows. The fabric at his back was wrinkled and his hair, despite it still pulled into his distinctive three ponytails, were the slightest bit disheveled. His arms, the little she could see of his bare skin, caused heat to stir low in her abdomen.
She'd felt this way with Mako all those months ago, swearing underneath her breath that his body was to die for as they practiced at the gym, but given this was Tarrlok - someone who she rarely ever saw in different outfits other than a select few, let alone his bare skin - she couldn't deny herself from traveling her eyes appreciatively.
Straightening her spine as he returned to her front with a bowl in his grasp, he offered her a few noodles pinched between ornate chopsticks. "Try it." He uttered quietly. Warily, Korra caught his pale blue. He was probably baiting her, or toying with her just as he did relentlessly. Despite her reservations, her curiosity bested her and she inched forward. His eyes strayed on her lips and smiled. "Good?"
She hated indulging in him, loathed giving him praise or any compliment because that only stroked his already large ego. And the last thing she needed was a completely puffed up Tarrlok before a lesson lest it get to his head.
"Delicious." She muttered warily, but then a smile stretched her lips as she leaned back and watched him place a large pinch of noodles into his mouth. "You know, I'm surprised you can cook. You look the type to order takeout on a regular basis. Or you know, have someone cook for you."
"As opposed to you, which I'm sure would burn water if it were possible." He quipped sarcastically. When all she could do was purse her lips in response, he straightened his back. Carefully, Korra grasped his chopsticks and shoved a healthy bite into her mouth just for that comment. As a result, he winced. Good. "Truthfully, though, I'd rather learn for myself and surprise people, just as I did with you. It makes for great conversation, and lots of opportunities."
"Mhm, right." She smiled as morsels of noodles slowly went down. "So… what's our lesson about? Are you going to teach me how to cook now? Wait, is cooking even seductive?" She mused aloud.
Eating the last of the noodles in the bowl, Tarrlok merely watched her with fascination glinting in pale blue. "It can be, but unfortunately for you, we aren't going over cuisine. You just came in while I was cooking." Korra harrumphed, swallowing the last morsels and sneaking in a few furtive glances towards the strainer that nestled more noodles, though he continued. "Actually, I set up our next lesson upstairs. Are you ready?"
Upstairs? A mixture of tension and exhilaration stirred in her body. Despite herself, Korra nodded and slid off the bar stool as he rifled through a few of the cupboards. Immediately, Korra rolled her eyes at his audacity.
When he passed her, gesturing for her to follow, she duly noted the bottle of moon peach wine in one hand, while the other dexterously cradled two glasses by the stem. The smirk lining his lips not going unnoticed.
Korra was sure he was trying to get a raise out of her, because despite her efforts, she felt her cheeks heating once more. It was as if he knew the slightest nods to their phone call would've gotten her heated.
Up the grand staircase, and down a dim hallway, Korra couldn't deny the man had taste. If not garish, then definitely pretentious. A part of her felt as though she were walking to her doom, like some prey unknowingly meandering straight into a lion's den, though she didn't know if it was dread dropping in her stomach or some form of elation muddling her nerves.
When she indulged the latter, she didn't know how to comprehend favoring that sensation all it reminded her of was peaked pleasure thrumming through her.
A turn to the right and straight into a warm room with wood crackling, it looked akin to a library… or maybe just another office of his, although this was significantly smaller than the one in City Hall. Spirits, was he planning on seducing her? White wine, sputtering fire, quality furs underneath- Korra's eyes instantly thinned on the low table perched at the center of the room.
"Pai sho?"
Tarrlok shrugged almost smugly. "Considering you're near the end of what I had planned for your lessons, I doubt you want to go over anything overwhelming, so I thought reviewing everything as a whole would've been a nice change of pace while playing the game."
Korra nodded stiffly, considering his words at a snail's crawl, humming. "So, you invited me all the way across the city, to your home, just to play pai sho?"
"Not just pai sho. Strip pai sho." He uttered teasingly.
What in Koh's name was strip pai sho?
Her brain was muddled, but then she had a vague idea of what it could be. When she thought hard, indistinctly recalling something in the magazine she purchased mentioning gambling with a strip tease, she supposed the rules were somewhat similar. Unconsciously, warmth blossomed underneath her skin - a part of her thankful for the lack of light. "I-I'm sorry?"
Tarrlok smiled to himself as he sat on a stray cushion. "Strip pai sho helps loosen the tension and keeps the atmosphere playful. You're well past the point of knowing how to keep everything relatively mischievous, but as it stands, the game itself is reminiscent to the art of seduction. You need to plan and keep yourself open to abrupt change, but also remain calm and determined lest you falter like your performance last night." Korra glared at him. Of course, he noticed that, the bastard. When he met her gaze evenly, utterly trifling, he gestured towards the cushion at her feet. "Sit. Have you played before?"
"No," she easily lied, warily seating herself across from him.
Her instructors at the compound taught her many years ago. She never understood the appeal; it was a boring game that required a lot of skill and patience. Her tolerance was never lengthy enough to accommodate actually wanting to play unless something was at stake - though she was shockingly good at the game - but that didn't stop her from finding the silver lining in playing this with Tarrlok. He always found an excuse to toy with her, so badgering him was some form of revenge, right?
The man at her front gestured towards the tiles already placed in its designated spots and educated her on the rules and what the end goal was. It was all very fascinating stuff he was speaking of, her mind straying as she nodded at the appropriate times. Korra was more than sure he could see right through her - the utter boredom - but it was entertaining how genuinely interested he was regardless.
When he was done, and she repeated a few things about the game in question, he nodded before grasping the two glasses and wine bottle at his side.
"Do you want any wine before we get started?" He asked almost knowingly.
Out of the mere implication in his voice, she narrowed her eyes. She desperately wanted to take his offer and cradle the bitter taste of alcohol and allow it to distort her inhibitions, but then a wicked thought formed. Smiling all too innocently, Korra shook her head. "Nah, I wanna be sober to see this."
"Cocky, though you make a good point." He mirrored her and placed the glasses back down.
It was easy enough to get into a rhythm with him. He brought up topics and she'd explain them to him and give him examples as to what she could do with a given scenario, then move a piece of the game until they eventually repeated themselves. She sensed the lesson was the last thing on their minds when he stopped asking her and opted to focus on the game.
At first, she strung him along in thinking this was her first time playing. An accidental move here and a completely foolish tile there, he was so easily baited that she was sure he was wary of her. But there was nothing of the sort. Instead, Korra could practically see the triumph radiating from him as he clicked his tongue and told her, off with the vest.
Cerulean narrowed as she stripped herself free of her clothing. It dwindled down from her vest, to her shirt, to him giving her trousers a pointed glance before meeting her own in silent challenge. She went through with it, feeling the heat crawling up her neck and settling on her cheeks simply because his lusty gaze flagrantly lingered on her bound breasts, though that didn't last long.
He could have his little victory, but once she was in nothing but her undergarments and not a shred of clothing had been stripped free from him, Korra moved the pieces deliberately.
The surprise on his face was nothing short of amusing. He leaned forward, elbows propped on the edge of wood, and dwelled on the pieces he could move with an endearing pout. Quietly, she quickly quashed his plans on winning by besting him with a tile counteracting his. Pale blue read her effortlessly as she smiled and exaggeratedly mimicked his tone, saying, off with the ties, Tarrlok. Vexed, he slid the fastenings from his hair until his long tendrils flowed down his back and over his shoulders alluringly.
Another purposeful move, and she offered his shirt a calculated glance.
With a deadpan expression, Tarrlok unbuttoned his shirt, though before he casually shrugged it off, Korra halted him. "C'mon, Tarrlok. You could do better than that." She teased, feeling a heavenly pulse begin within her core at the sight of his bare, chiseled chest.
Dumbly, she wondered how he had a body like that with his career choice.
Tarrlok scoffed. "Are you seriously asking me to strip for you?" He cocked his head.
"No, I was going to say keep it entertaining. But now that I think about it, I like the sound of that better." Korra smiled. He rolled his eyes and made a show of stripping himself of his shirt, then his trousers and his socks with Korra throwing her head back in laughter and creating an upbeat rhythm for him… until he mirrored her in lingering in his briefs. Their clothes were strewn about in the increasingly warm room, unceremoniously tossed into heaps as her eyes strayed on his bare skin.
This was certainly a change of pace, and she liked it… and the view.
Soon enough, the game was ending - with Korra winning - and she could see the light dusting of pink on his cheeks. If it was out of the sheer embarrassment of her beating the hell out of him then that would've been plausible. Although, even him flushing from being almost nude in front of her was possible as well, yet she doubted that was the case considering he seemed to pride himself on his physique every time he noticed her staring during Task Force meetings.
Rolling her eyes, Korra smiled as he muttered something underneath his breath. It was incoherent, more than likely complaints of her fooling him and blah, blah, blah. But she couldn't deny the heat was getting to her.
For once, it wasn't because of the alcohol.
With her heart pounding in excitement, emboldened, Korra leaned across the pai sho board, lacing her fingers within his long strands and tugging him close to her until her lips met his in a kiss. They were soft and pliable under her own, moving in an innocent rhythm that even he pressed harder into the kiss. Korra smiled against his lips. As much as she knew Tenzin would've been livid for the fact that she was in Tarrlok's home, alone, playing strip pai sho of all things, and almost completely nude, she gave into the impulse of pushing the small table to the side and threw caution to the wind.
His skin was hot to the touch as she edged closer to him, closing the distance until she was practically crawling onto his lap. She shouldn't be doing this, but by the spirits, did she want to feel those heated thrills again. And this time, with him. Her heart raced feverishly when she pulled away a few centimeters and searched his face.
Quelled confidence crossed his handsome features as she straddled his hips. This once, she towered over him, looking down into pale fire with flickering flames reflected in them. There was a hint of wariness, a dash of smugness, and maybe even the slightest trace of vulnerability in the mix.
Strangely, she relished it. She relished eliciting these emotions out of him, even if it was a fragment compared to the haughtiness he wore habitually.
Korra's hands settled on his shoulders, lightly tracing the path up his neck and duly noting the intoxicating palpitations underneath her fingertips before deepening the kiss. Enticing tremors rushed in her blood when he responded eagerly. Warm, large hands wandered her sides, her waist, and landed at the harsh curve of her hips, pulling her closer to his body that the mere sensation of his bare skin against hers caused a shaky breath to escape her.
A hypnotizing pulse was steadily growing with each teasing swipe of her tongue against his, with each bite against his lips, each yearning press of his fingers into her thighs.
Just as their time in his office, things were moving rapidly.
Labored breaths escaped her at the need for oxygen. His lips deviated from her own, trailing down the column of her neck and biting down on her flesh that inadvertently caused her hips to subtly rock against his and delicate tingles of gratification to bloom. The familiar sensation of hardness met the junction between her thighs. Hot and hard and eagerly awaiting for her touch.
Vaguely, she wondered how she managed to get him rigid with the little that transpired, yet she was transfixed regardless. A familiar coil tightened in her stomach, just as it had the night of their call. Drunk on the thrills blossoming underneath her skin, Korra moaned. Low and soft.
At the sound, Tarrlok tightened his grip on her. His lips moved over her neck, earlobe and jawline before capturing hers fervidly.
A nimble hand raked down his chest, relishing the feel of muscles twitching at her touch, wedging between them and into his tight briefs, before grasping at his arousal. A hiss escaped him as she stroked him tentatively, lightly. Her heart pulsed in her throat out of nervousness, though that was quickly quashed when he released her hip and placed his hand over hers, guiding her as to how he liked to be touched.
It was much rougher than she expected, squeezing him and completely feeling the weight of him, though the pleasurable grimace etched on his handsome face and quickening of his breath told her he liked it. Distantly, she noted the sensation of velvety smooth skin and the contrasting hardness of the blood flowing underneath. She repeated the motions again and again, subconsciously smiling at the fact that he was so relenting under her hands and quietly marveling just how hard he actually was because of her.
When he released her hand in favor of deftly fumbling with her wrappings until they were shed haphazardly to the side, Korra leaned forward a fraction and propped herself up with one hand in the furs beneath them. The movement caused his darkened gaze to glitter with sin as he lurched forward. Warm lips captured her nipple and suckled enticingly, while a large hand roughly cupped and molded the other.
A hastened, harsh stroke. A resulting groan muffled against her breast.
She realized the longer she stroked him in such a way, the more she witnessed an fascinatingly menacing glimmer in his eyes. Something stirred within her at the mere sight. Wickedly, she did it again. And again. Until she allowed her thumb to blindly press into the slit that beaded with slickness.
Another groan rumbled deep in his throat.
Deliberately, she lowered further as his back was pressed flush against the fur rug beneath them. The sight of him nearly smothering himself so ardently between her bust was something she didn't realize would've caused the pulsations within her to intensify, yet it did.
Was it wrong that she relished the sight? Was it wrong that she reveled in the control, even for just a moment?
Korra released him, perching herself on her forearms and biting her lower lip as the sensations within her were amplifying. With a wet pop, Tarrlok leaned back and laid searing kisses upon her decolletage. In turn, she ground her hips harder against him until she was rapidly losing herself to the pleasure continuously rushing in her veins.
It felt as though she was quickly losing herself to raw emotion, raw sensations that she wanted more of.
Sweltering heat prickled at her nerves as she tried to chase that thrill. With the guidance of his hands firmly grasping at her ass, a soft moan escaped her. Spirits, it felt so good. Swallowing over the dryness in her throat, Korra abruptly slowed herself, finding the will to form coherent words in her jumbled brain with Tarrlok releasing soft noises of pleasure underneath her. "Where's your bedroom?" She uttered breathlessly against his lips.
Pale blue darkened further. "Are you sure?"
Yes. By the spirits, she wanted him. She should've felt terrible that she even wanted this in the first place, or at the very least embarrassed by the fact that she was surrendering this quickly to rapture. However, nothing but elation caused her to brush her lips against his teasingly.
"Yeah," she answered with a smile, before surging upon him with harsh kisses.
Wordlessly, he conceded. They broke away for a moment as Korra fumbled off of him and chewed at her lower lip in anticipation. It was only then that she realized the near complete lack of light. The crackling flames were practically dying embers and for some unknown reason she was grateful for the fading warmth. However, the almost intimidating sight of ebbing flames dancing across his body had her mesmerized. A pulse was felt low in her core. Her eyes immediately honed on the evident bulge in the tight confines of his briefs, cheeks burning. He stood tall, tousled and rugged as he pulled her flush against his chest by the tug of his hands.
It felt odd, blindly stumbling in the darkness with him. From the cool air dancing upon their overheated skin to the almost weird way that she was expecting someone to come out of the shadows and catch them, Korra couldn't bring herself to do anything but moan into his mouth and rake her short fingernails down the warm expanse of his back.
He steered her down the hallway, his grip on her hips bordering on painful as their mouths matched their growing passion once again.
With a cruel push to the door, Tarrlok led her to an ornate bed, his mouth leaving blazing kisses upon her as he laid her against silk. The sensation of this smooth, lavish fabric cooled her skin for a mere second, almost relishing the slightest mercy, yet it instantly dissipated at the enticing image he made. Pale fire drank in her form as he leaned forward, her legs instinctively wrapping around his narrow waist and the heat rekindling at the mere contact.
Tarrlok loomed over her, his long hair cascading down in a curtain of sorts and tickling her ruddy cheeks, yet even in the darkness, she could see the ardor in his eyes. He looked undeniably pretty. Aristocratic and simultaneously rugged, yet strikingly pretty nonetheless. Slim hands roved over his back, feeling the grooves and the twitches of his muscles with each rock of his hips against her own.
Korra gasped at the friction, jerking forward and capturing him in a remorseless kiss that had him groaning into her mouth as her fingers wove underneath the elastic band of his briefs and dipped down the enticing divots that marked the curve of his ass. She wanted him, that much was obvious. Yet she couldn't deny her patience was thinning rapidly at his ministrations.
As dulled as their thoughts were, the movement caught his attention and stopped her. "Wait, wait, wait," he uttered breathlessly.
Korra leaned back, panting, cheeks flushed. "What? What the hell are we waiting for?" She asked impatiently. Out of all the things, she didn't want to be prattling on about nonsense when she could be seeking some form of relief of that constant ache between her thighs. However, considering the man and his silver tongue, she was bound to hear that stupid voice of his at the most inopportune times.
He must've thought something was funny, because mirth twinkled in his eyes. Smirking, he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. "Lesson ten," he whispered, his baritone dropping sensually, playfully, utterly husky in her ear.
Releasing a sarcastic chuckle, Korra shook her head. "Of course, you want to add a lesson in now."
She didn't know why she was so surprised, but she was regardless. He'd done it in the past with their sparring, he'd done it with the cave. A part of her should've known he'd pull something like that with this.
Tarrlok pulled back. "Why not? Is sex not apart of seduction?" He questioned, emphasizing his point by pinching her earlobe between his teeth. Korra couldn't bring herself to answer, rational thought nowhere near her grasp. Instead, she leaned into the teasing bite. Her cheeks were blazing with heat, the coil deep within her was wounding tight and all she wanted was to continue this. Offering a trifling smile, he leaned forward as if reading her thoughts. "Sit back, Avatar. Let me teach you. Let me fulfill your desires." His voice was muffled against the column of her neck as he punctuated each word with a kiss to her skin.
As difficult as it was, she acquiesced, relaxing into the sensation and propping herself up by her forearms.
Cerulean watched in nothing short of captivation as Tarrlok deftly slipped the last, thin fabric of her undergarments and tossed it to the side. He kissed lower and lower, down the valley of her breasts, down her toned stomach, and teasingly inched towards the place she desperately wanted his touch. That heat ached, it pulsed in time to her heart and wanted nothing more than to alleviate the constant strain. She assumed he'd hold her release prisoner merely as amusement on his part, and the utter frustration on hers, yet he held her gaze challengingly as he dipped lower between her thighs and spread them with a push of his hands.
Why nothing but heated thrills coursed through her was beyond her clouded comprehension.
Korra's head tipped back against the pillows at the first touch of his tongue brushing her cunt. Gentle and light. A contrast to the near frantic movements just minutes ago.
A soft moan escaped her as she closed her eyes, indulging in the foreign sensation of something so intimate. Little sparks blazed underneath her skin as she almost shyly ground her hips against his tongue, twisting her hands in the silk with each delicate, slick stroke.
However, the tender flicks of his tongue circling her clit was a short step away from the eager suckles and frenzied laps against her cunt. She carded her fingers in his long hair, grasping him, anchoring him in place as her cries of pleasure grew louder and louder, utterly uninhibited.
Tarrlok echoed her, his answering groans vibrating against her so deliciously that she was restless yet utterly powerless.
Just like her dream, he was persistent.
The noises he was making, she couldn't justify her reveling in the lewd sounds as her back arched against silk sheets, writhing under his ministrations. Spirits, his tongue was so good. Exquisite, even. Her legs were trembling and despite wanting to give into the impulse of caging his head between her thighs, he had her pinned, nearly controlling when she could find that relief.
Wet heat settled low in her abdomen, delectable and incessant. Again and again until her heart nearly burst out of her chest and her moans of pleasure filled the silence. Korra rocked against his tongue, relishing the slickness and the delectable tingles, as she caught pale blue gazing at her sinfully through heavy lids.
When she couldn't do more than simply lie on his bed, panting, Tarrlok released her limp hips and pressed beguiling kisses to her inner thigh, just above her femoral artery. Crawling over her, his mouth captured hers in a lazy kiss, his tongue dancing along with her own sluggishly. The taste of her desire lingered on his lips, heady and sweet, until it melted away with the incessant pace of their mouths.
Quickly, the interest in her rekindled and their rhythm became all the more erratic once more. Tarrlok pulled away a fraction as her legs rose around him for leverage. Korra could see the raw desire burning in his eyes as she almost eagerly bucked her hips to meet his in a poor attempt to quell the vehement ache.
Instead, it only grew hotter.
Trembling breaths escaped her as she continued throwing her hips to meet his, feeling the slickness at the junction of her thighs blooming wetter. Groaning, Tarrlok reciprocated until he reluctantly pulled away to cast his briefs over the edge of the bed.
Even in the slivers of moonlight filtering through the curtains, she couldn't deny her heart rate pulsing to unimaginable speeds and her breath catching in her throat at the sight of him, halfheartedly recalling what she'd been grasping at in his study. His arousal jutted almost as proud as the man himself. Hard and completely unrelenting. Korra swallowed over the dryness in her throat as she nestled him between her legs, his forearms caging her.
Icy blue gazed at her in an unspoken question. She didn't have it in her to speak. Her words would more than likely be jumbled and incoherent, and the smirk would already line his lips. Breathlessly, wordlessly, Korra answered by guiding him forward with the press of her legs.
Tarrlok released a shaky breath and aligned himself with her slickness, coating himself against her cunt before pressing gentle pecks to her cheek. As he slowly pushed forward, she could feel every bit of him invading her. The oxygen was sucked out of her lungs at the overwhelming pressure, the stinging sensation of being stretched to fully accommodate him. Her face pulled into a grimace, though she bit her lower lip to stifle the noises bubbling at the back of her throat, threatening to spill.
A part of her didn't realize it'd hurt, but that was foolish of her to think it didn't. Would it always be like this? She knew it was supposed to feel pleasurable, so maybe she needed to adjust to him?
Her hands gripped his arms until she was sure bruises marred his flawless skin. When he was wedged deep within her, his curls mingling with her downy ones, Tarrlok nuzzled his face at the crook of her shoulder and released a tortured sound when she fully enveloped him. He stayed still within her, waiting for her to make any mention to continue or to stop.
But she was determined. She wanted this and that didn't change.
Korra took shaky, even breaths to calm her nerves and nodded when she felt as though she were ready. Keeping it relatively gentle, Tarrlok slowly moved between her breaths. It was nothing more than a few shallow thrusts, but with every tender jerk of his hips, he lethargically went deeper and deeper.
As the jolts of his hips continued, the pain was dying and something else was building.
Again and again. He repeated the gentle thrusts.
Emboldened, she crossed her ankles at the small of his back, sparks of delight curling within her as he explored deeper and nearly struck that coil. Once that something, that sweltering pleasure outweighed the pain, Korra threaded her fingers in his tangled locks and scraped her nails against his scalp, feeling herself jostling as his thrusts gained momentum. Her moans mingled with his soft groans and nothing but blossoming heat sparked at every crash.
Her body was burning in need as her jaw clenched with tension. She partially wanted more and partially felt frustrated that he always shied away before striking her to the hilt.
Yet the air was thinning, electrifying. She could sense desperation was on the brink of controlling him as his breaths hastened and his grasp on her tightened in a white-knuckled grip.
"More," she breathed between gasps of air, clutching at him.
Immediately, Tarrlok hastened the pace and she felt the angle shift that caused her head to tilt back, utterly paralyzed at the liquid fire that rushed in her veins. It was against all of Korra's expectations to feel this dazed as she pressed flush to his front, the tingling sensation of her nipples grazing his chest and her breast bouncing accordingly to the beat of their hips. One of his hands twisted in the sheets above her head, while the other grasped desperately at her thigh, all the more likely having blood glaring back at her in the morning.
Tortured groans and grunts were muffled against her neck between labored breaths. Korra echoed him with punctuated cries, which morphed to a long low moan as he took her faster, easily gliding through her slickness.
Narrow hips relentlessly collided into hers. Hard and fast. Unforgiving. Heady cries incessantly spilled past her lips, mingling with his much quieter groans. Korra couldn't stop herself. She was entranced by the feel of him surrounding her, the heady mixture of their scent engulfing her, and the exhilarating tremors growing in intensity at every slide of his arousal into her cunt that it practically scalded her nerves.
The heat rapidly, repeatedly, lancing down her body, sparking anew at the site he incessantly struck caused her to writhe underneath him. All the sensations in and around her were heightened to new levels that she could barely do more than claw her nails down the expanse of his back and utter his name breathlessly, as if in a plea.
Endlessly, each deep, urgent thrust of his jolted her to the hilt. The bed frame creaked underneath their weight, the headboard collided harshly against the wall, the lewd sounds of slick flesh slapping against flesh burned her cheeks all the more fervently until all she could dwell on was him.
She should've been mortified that this was happening, that she wanted this from him, yet nothing but gratification seemed to rush desperately in her veins, clouding her mind. Korra wanted more and felt as though she were addicted to the lecherous smack of his hips against her own that the pleasure edged on pain.
He stoked the flames. Hotter and hotter. Until the coil in her snapped.
Korra screamed his name, clinging to him as his hips were utterly merciless.
Scorching shudders coursed down her spine as impassioned cries spilled past her lips. Her muscles fluttered wildly within her, trying to milk the essence out of him and claim his seed. It seemed he was helpless to her coaxing because a low groan escaped him. Tarrlok trembled against her, his thrusts slowing to demanding, primal jerks until he tersely uttered her name between gritted teeth, his voice searing with ecstasy. All she could feel was his arousal throbbing within feminine muscles and the vaguest spread of heat as he emptied his pleasure inside her.
Korra trembled, taking heavy gulps of oxygen and distantly willing her heart to return to relative normalcy.
Slowly, they drifted down from their euphoric high with Tarrlok collapsed atop her, his weight heavy through the residing tremors. Her mind was nothing but muddled, and effectively skewed with euphoria. Cool air greeted their overheated skin that caused sensitive prickles to raise on her arms, though warm tingles coated her nerves, coursing through within her blood comfortingly. Hearts racing and breaths panting in unison, Korra laid exhausted under him. She couldn't decide whether her muscles stung or were simply jelly from the exertion.
Boneless. Utterly slackened.
Gentle, doting kisses were pressed on her cheeks, the tip of her nose and suddenly her lips. It was endearing that he took this role as a tender lover so effortlessly, despite the desperate pumps of his hips just moments ago. Regardless, she took delight in his affection and released a sigh of content.
Weakly, Tarrlok slipped out of her with a grunt as he moved off of her. Korra vaguely felt the sensation of their combined desire trickling out of her in slick stickiness, however, she couldn't bring herself to care. The fuzzy afterglow tingled her nerves all too deliciously while the heady scent of sex lingered in the air.
Faltering and staggering the slightest bit, they adjusted themselves until they were underneath silk sheets.
Idly, long fingers trailed the length of her spine, his thumbs tracing indecipherable patterns on her skin. The silence was deafening as they laid there, the sheer gravity of what transpired nearly overbearing, yet the need to move away in mortification was nonexistent.
Instead, she snuggled further into his warmth, listening to the lulling beat of his heart thumping against her ear, before a snicker unintentionally escaped her. Everything about this was more than likely going to get her killed. Especially Tarrlok, if they were discovered. If not by the mixture of Tenzin's wrath, Lin's undoubtable search warrant and her dad's fury, then certainly by Amon's doing if she was distracted enough with the Councilman.
Braving a glance into pale blue, Korra licked her lips. "Was this what you had planned for this lesson? Lure me into your house and fuck me?" She questioned mischievously, her voice hoarse from the near incessant shrieks.
Smirking in response, Tarrlok shook his head. "No, just an added benefit." He whispered, leaning in for another kiss as Korra smacked him on the chest.