AN: Thank you to all who are following this fanfiction. I have been working become a better writer with it. I found that medieval fantasy is my forte: I just love the genre. I hope you all are enjoying this process as much as I am. Korra and Asami are my muse! Haha! I have built a playlist of songs to inspire me through this process. If you'd like to have access to it please message me and I'll send you the link from Spotify. A lot of my inspiration comes from this music. That... and the game Skyrim!
Asami was brutal. Instead of relaying Korra's expected workload to the head maid, the lady of the house took it upon herself to boss her new servant around. Barking orders left and right and constantly complaining about the quality of her work being just sub par. Korra could have sworn that Asami was taking extra time off from her smithing duties just so she could be present to boss her around the manor. The only personality trait Korra could pinpoint for the lady is the royal stick up her ass with a harsh ambition to make her life as miserable as possible. Other than her impeccable beauty, Korra absolutely detested the woman with every fiber of her being.
She kept grumbling under her breath as she scrubbed at the marble floor of the grand hall. It's been a whole month since Asami had put her to work in the household. From scrubbing floors, polishing silverware to washing the mountains of laundry, Korra has barely made a dent into the staggering amount of debt she owed. She wondered if she could do anything else that would pay more. Getting a night job might help make the process go faster but the hunter cherished her sleep too much to sacrifice it.
Korra dropped the scrubber in her handy bucket of sudsy water, sighing and swiping her sweaty brow. She turned to gaze out a large window to appreciate the changing colors of leaves rustling with the gusts of autumn. Brilliant hues of red and gold were carried in the breeze making the hunter miss the forest even more. Hazelnuts and blackberries would be peeking around this time in the tenth month if the year. Autumn was her second favorite season of nature's cycle. Korra even enjoyed the Harvest Festival held in human gatherings. From pumpkin ale to apple bobbing and even the joys of little kids running around scaring each other. She would sometimes join them in their games on Hallow's Eve. Howling and bringing her hands up to make the little ones shrill with fright before running away. The memory made her chuckle to herself, wondering if she would have the opportunity to do it again this year.
Korra turned her gaze to a giggling sound from down the hall. Asami was leaning against a column while a handsome man was talking to her. The dark woman watched the noble woman toy her slim fingers at the buttons on his red military uniform. Her red lips were grinned at him while he spoke to her with a gentle, loving tone. Then, Asami took a hold on his collar pulling him down placing a soft kiss on his lips. Korra didn't know why, but she suddenly felt sick to see it happen. The beast inside her started to growl in a low rumbling tumble within her chest.
When the couple broke apart, Asami turned her gaze to Korra's direction as if she could hear it. Hitching her breath at the sudden eye contact, the hunter fumbled to pick up her cleaning supplies in a frantic fashion stumbling to her feet. She ran, feeling an anxiety run through her stomach. But she didn't get too far as she slipped onto the wet floor crashing into a console table, toppling a vase of flowers. With catlike instincts, Korra flew her hand out and caught the expensive looking vase before it met its demise.
"Whew." Korra sighed in relief but reared her gaze back to the couple who were now staring at her in silence. Prince Iroh moved to see if she was okay but Asami was quick to steer his gaze back to her with a hand to his chin. Korra placed the vase back on the table carefully before running towards the kitchen with a full blush on her face, leaving the spilled bucket on the floor.
Crashing through the kitchen doors, Korra stopped at the sight of Bolin who was stuffing his mouth with apple tarts. Cheeks full like a squirrel harvesting acorns, he waved at her direction.
"Orrr! Herr Keerroo!" Bolin's mouth struggled to speak as crumbs of the pastries fell from his smiling lips.
"Uh… Hey." Korra couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous he looked. She moved to a cupboard to retrieve a few towels to clean up the mess she left in the grand hall.
"What have you been up to?" He asked leaning over the wooden top of the kitchen island watching her.
"Just working as usual!" Korra grimaced with that confession as Bolin gave her a look of sympathy as she turned to leave.
"You wanna go out tonight?"
"Love to but I shouldn't spend any coin…"
"I'll buy!" He suggested but Korra declined immediately.
"Please, Bolin. I don't need to get into any more trouble. I should lay low for a while…" The hunter smiled at him but he could see the underlining of sadness in her eyes.
"How about you come with me to make a delivery? You clearly need to get out of the manor… have you been to the monastery yet? I need to deliver a cart of food for the monks. It's a big delivery so maybe I need an assistant!"
"Okay," she answered with a nod. "Jinora talked about it before to me. Isn't that where her family lives?"
"Yep! They are super nice too! You're going to love it there!"
"Alright, let me go finish cleaning up and I'll meet you at the front gate." But before she left Korra had to ask him something that's been on her mind recently. "Hey, who's that guy Asami is with?"
"Prince Iroh?" He shrugged. "He's a suitor… and the heir to the Fire Nation's Throne."
Huh...
Korra returned to the grand hall without saying anything more, moving quickly worked to clean up the spillage of the soap bucket with towels in tow. She paused when the hem of a dark red dress flashed in her peripherals. Blue eyes snapped up to the noblewoman standing before her.
"What do you want now?" Korra glared up at her when Asami gave her a smirk. That damn smirk that keeps haunting her every day. And her smell. It simply tortured Korra on a regular basis, especially at night for some odd reason. The lady placed a hand on her hip and gestured her newest servant to rise. The dark woman tried to keep her groan under control when she stood up to meet her.
"Is that how you are supposed to greet me?" Korra sighed.
"I'm just here to work… Lady Asami."
"You have been working really hard too," Asami observed with satisfactory. "Hard workers get promoted to do higher paying jobs… Are you interested?"
"What did you have in mind?" Korra was interested. Anything to make this process go by faster so she could leave and get as far away from this woman as possible.
"Mako mentioned to me that you are a great fighter. Do you know how to wield a sword?"
"I can, but I'm not too experienced at it," Korra mentioned. "I prefer my bow or a small blade… Speaking of which…" The maiden smiled at her softly with her ivy eyes filled with something Korra hasn't seen before. Something behind the noblewoman's stone composure seemed to break out of the surface but only for a moment. Asami cleared her throat.
"Come." She commanded softly and she turned. As Korra followed behind her, she noticed the gentle sway of the lady's hips. Swaying to and fro in a provocative fashion that seemed to pull her into a trance. Asami lead her to the main tower staircase in which Korra was able to stare at the swell of her shapely bottom from being a few steps below her.
Damn.
Korra snapped her gaze to the staircase trying not to look anymore. The attraction she felt towards this woman was extremely conflicting to how much hate she had for her. It made her disgusted with herself for feeling such things. Korra was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice where Asami was leading her to until they were stopped in front of the lady's personal chamber door. When Asami opened the door, Korra was taken back at how intensely the entire room was perfumed with her scent to the point of causing a slight wave of dizziness. Korra's feet froze in place at the doorway as the lady entered.
"You may enter my chambers," Asami granted while she approached a writing desk. Her voice was like silk, beckoning her to come in. Korra could feel her heartbeat in her ears as her feet finally moved but stopped only a couple steps in, afraid to progress any further. The noblewoman opened a drawer and retrieved Korra's prized hunting knife then presented it to her. Korra twisted for a moment digging out her coin purse to pay her what she owed for it. While rummaging for the coin, Asami placed a hand over the small leather bag, grazing her fingers with a halting touch.
"Don't worry about the money," she said. "This one is on me. I'm just glad that I had the opportunity to work on such a rare weapon."
"You sure made a big deal about it before," Korra grumbled and took the knife from her hands, immediately strapping into place on her belt after putting the coin purse away. Asami ignored her attitude.
"Anyways, there is something I want to ask," Asami confessed. "Mako told me that you went in a mystical state while fighting the vampire… Can you tell me more about it?"
"It's something I picked up while on my way to the capital," she stated. "It's a druid power. I don't quite understand the entirety of it yet but a goddess granted it to me. I get this surge of incredible energy and strength. It feels like a light takes over my body when I tap into it. Raava called it the Beast of Light."
"Well that's… fitting." Asami smiled with amusement. "Raava… I've read about her before. It's good that she is an ethical entity. There are horror stories about warriors being controlled by dark gods."
"I didn't expect that you would be interested in spiritual beings…"
"Believe it or not,"Asami shrugged her shoulders. "There's a lot of spiritual knowledge required in order to craft magical weapons… My father neglected to do his research about his client before crafting the glove that Amon wields now. A grave mistake."
"I saw how he used it to paralyze Mako… So your father made that thing for him? Why?" The lady sighed and moved to sit on her bed to continue the conversation more comfortably.
"Amon used to be a regular mortal working as an alchemist mage for the King five years ago. He didn't have the ability to use magic like elemental mages could, so he commissioned my father to craft the glove for him as a prototype. He was so pleased with it that he wanted my father to create a lot of them, claiming it was to equip non magical guards with extra power. My father felt like his request was strange since he had no military authority, so he asked the King himself if that is what he wanted… it wasn't. Turns out Amon wanted them to overthrow the throne with a band of rebels wielding my father's creations. But before Beifong and the Guard Force could arrest him, he vanished. Soon after that, people were reported a vampire feeding along the outskirts of the land… One wielding the very weapon my father crafted."
"So he became a vampire in search of more power," Korra frowned when she revisited the memory of how powerful his aura felt when she accosted him. "And in order to become a vampire you have to had dedicated at least a decade of worship and human sacrifice to Vlad Zar, God of the Unliving. He must have been worshiping him during his service with the King if it only happened five years ago."
"Right, so that is why I was curious about your unique power… Can't be too careful you know."
"Don't worry about me," Korra smirked with a snort. "Raava doesn't require bloodlust or sacrifices. The only curse she had placed on me is my sensitivity to smell and sound as a wolf does… If you could call that a curse."
"So you really are an animal!" Asami laughed at her. But Korra wasn't as amused. The beast inside her wanted to show the noblewoman how much of an animal she could be. To pull the chain until the weakest link snapped. Claim her. She could do it. She could push her down on the bed right now and tear that smirk off her face. It took every ounce of her self control not to overstep her boundaries. If Korra attacked her now, she was certain that she would spend the rest of her days in a dungeon.
She snarled through gritted teeth as her anger continued to flare up knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. Staring at the woman with a harsh warning rumbling in her throat, she forced out her words painfully. "Am I permitted to leave?"
"Yes." Asami's eyes glanced away from her, exposing the soft curve of her neck. Throbbing with the pulse of her heart that made Korra's situation much worse. "Report to my workshop tomorrow morning for your next assignment." Her natural scent suddenly became too much to bare any longer so Korra tore out of the lady's chambers as fast as she could muster, slamming the door shut in a thundering clash.
As soon as the hunter left the room. Asami fell backwards slamming her body onto her mattress. Her chest heaved violently as her lungs fought for oxygen as if the very wind was knocked out of her. She whimpered softly, hoisting up her dress to find the wet ache between her thighs. It was just ridiculous on how Korra affected her so easily… and it was complete torture.
What the fuck am I doing with her?
Buckling underneath another wave of sweet release, Asami thought about how Korra would taste. How her eyes flicker so beautifully when she was angry. She would purposely rile her up just to see that expression. But in the depths of her desires, Asami wondered what she would look like while coming against her fingers.
Spirits… help me.
Asami hadn't planned to enslave Korra, but when she bailed her out at the jailhouse she couldn't help her selfish need to be near her. And now she was paying for the impulsive decision. Every single night was riddled with insomnia because no matter how many orgasms she would work herself up to, nothing stopped the burning desire for her. Not knowing how much longer she could bare, Asami made the next step to get her out of the manor to fix her mistake without losing face. If she showed any weakness, she feared Korra would take advantage of it. So her plan was to take advantage of her first. She figured while Korra was in her service, she might as well capitalize on her talents as a warrior to collect a few special items she needed for a personal project.
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Korra helped Bolin deliver the food cart to the monastery. It had its own private island just a mile of the coast in the Gulf of the Republic, smack dabbed in the center. The giant chapel could be viewed from miles away with a staggering tower piercing into the skyline, welcoming ships as they sailed to make dock. Korra stood at the front of the ferry with excitement. If there was a people she'd be willing to spend time with, it was the monks. They communed with the spirits and appreciated nature as much as she did. Every time she met a traveling monk while wandering they are always kind enough to speak to her about the ways of the spirits.
"Welcome to Air Spirit Island!" Bolin announced.
Then the ferry finally docked, Korra was greeted by friendly faces eager to help unload crates of fresh produce and sacks of milled flour. A young girl in an orange robe led her through the grounds to the kitchen while she carried a box of sweet potatoes.
"Oh!" A middle aged woman in the kitchen perked from behind the island. "Just in time! Hello, I'm Pema, the matron of the monastery. You can set those down over there." Korra placed the box down on the counter by the wash sink as gestured. When she turned back around Pema was staring at her with deep green irises. Her dark brown hair had a streak of grey running through both sides of her soft face.
"What's your name, dear?" She asked with great curiosity.
"Korra…?"
A young dark haired boy no older than ten years bolted in the kitchen to steal an apple dumpling. Pema moved to swat at his hand before pulling him away from the platter.
"Meelo! Go get your father!" She said harshly.
"But Moooom! I'm hungry!" he whined at her with his thick eyebrows twisting in protest.
"NOW."
Groaning the boy ran off screaming on top at the top of his lungs. "DAAAAAD!"
"Korra, dear… Could you help me with that basket of carrots? I'm afraid my back can't handle it."
"Of course." Korra picked up the basket off the floor and moved to place it on the counter.
"Pema, is everything alri-"
Korra's eyes widened as Tenzin appeared in the kitchen suddenly dropping the basket to the floor, spilling the orange vegetables with an explosive tumble.
"Korra!" The tall bald man's eyes lit up at the sight of her. "I can't believe my eyes! You really are here!" Korra ran straight into his arms with a powerful embrace burying her face into the front of his robes. Tenzin wrapped his arms around her short form.
"Tenzin…" Korra started to cry into his chest taking in his calming scent of spring grass.
"It's okay," he soothed and pulled away to see her face. "It's been a long time. What are you doing here so far from home? And by yourself? Do your parents know you are here?"
Korra frowned and shrugged herself away from him, sadly casting her tear filled eyes to the ground. "It's a long story…"
"Why don't you stay for dinner?" Pema cut in with a hand to Korra's shoulder. "You and Tenzin can catch up in the meantime."
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The Republic University was home to the capital's largest library. Aisles upon aisles of printed knowledge waited to be plucked from the tall shelves. And Mako had done just that. The problem was that there were too many books to sift through in order to find exactly what he was looking for. Instead of using his free time to sleep, Mako needed to find more information on what Amon's plan entails. What exactly does it take for a vampire to become powerful enough to walk in the sun's basking light and survive? His hands skimmed impatiently through a book about lunar cycles.
The Blood Moon will rise.
A blood moon is a total lunar eclipse when the shadow of the earth is cast upon the full moon in the dead of the night creating a red glow. During that time, the spiritual charge on the earth is incredibly strengthened providing the enough power to succeed at extremely difficult magical tasks. The book Mako was looking through did not speak about the magic Amon had mentioned but it did date the next blood moon to rise on the winter solstice of the current year. It just might be enough time to plan a counterstrike against his impending revenge, if he could figure out what it had entailed.
Mako pinched at the bridge of his nose trying to think of what he could look for next. He closed the book before him and picked up a volume about vampirism. He had read it a few times already but he felt that something must have been missed among the blocks of text. Leafing through the pages he stopped at a page with a drawing. A human sacrifice. An altar was the focus of the image, bestowing the sacrificial male victim wrapped in chains being stabbed in the chest with a dagger by a disciple of Vlad Zar. Mako had seen the image before but didn't look as closely until now. Vlad Zar required many sacrifices to be pleased by his disciples who wished to become a free-willed vampire, it was common knowledge for the most part. There usually wasn't any magic involved, just a simple grotesk ritual. But something about it was nagging at him.
"What about magic rituals that require a sacrifice?" He thought out loud to himself. That sparked an idea. He closed the volume and rose from the scholar desk he was seated at then made his way down an aisle of books. Skimming his fingers carefully over the volumes of the blood magic section, he stopped. Enchiridion: Metamorphosis Through Sacrifice. He plucked the large leather bound tome from the shelf and opened it to the table of contents.
Dies Daemon: Sanguis Luman. Page 1366.
Mako's eyes widened at the latin title of the chapter and quickly flipped over to the page.
"This has to be it!" When his eyes fell onto the text, he was immediately disappointed to find it was all in latin. He only knew just a little but not enough to comprehend the full extent of it. Slamming the book closed he made haste to check it out from the librarian. He may not be fluent in latin but he knew someone who did. He wanted to waste no time in getting it translated.
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"Banished?!" Tenzin was shocked. His usual calm composure was all but broken now. Korra hung her head low, shifting her feet to a more comfortable position while leaning up against a wooden post of the large gazebo the two of them occupied for privacy. "Your father banished you?"
Korra shook her head. "Not exactly…" She sighed. "A lot had happened since you left, Tenzin. My father is no longer Chief of the Southern Tundra. My uncle is now in charge."
"Unalaq? But I thought he was on good terms with your father now."
Korra lifted her gaze up to him. "He was for a while. On my sixteenth birthday, he came to celebrate with our family. He then approached my father about joining our tribes together with an arranged marriage proposal… then all hell broke loose when he refused."
"The suitor he presented wasn't up to your father's standards?" Tenzin was quickly trying to piece the puzzle together.
"The suitor…" Korra bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. "...was him." Tenzin couldn't respond, only standing there with dread upon his features. "He wanted to keep the royal bloodline pure, claiming that the twins lacked potent spiritual power to keep the royal tradition of being able to communicate with the gods and that continuing to mix our blood with others will further fade that connection. After my father refused the proposal, my uncle returned with the full force of the Northern army and imprisoned him. He told me that if I married him, he'd release him…" Korra's eyes welled up in shame as her voice started to crack. "I was going to do it. I couldn't just leave him there. But when I visited my father in prison to tell him my decision…"
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"Korra! No!" Tonraq's hands clutched with such desperation at the iron bars that encased him. "Don't let him do this to you!"
"It's the only way to save you!" Korra cried against the prison cell door. "You'll be in here for the rest of your life! I can't let him take you from me!" She couldn't stop sobbing as the her dire fate was looming over her head. She reached out through the iron, grasping at her father's forearms.
"I'll be fine, Korra." He tried his best to stay calm but the emotional pain was beating upon him as a mallet to thin ice, cracking freely with each swing. "I've… I've lived my life well enough. It would bring me great shame to see you bare his heirs."
"I have to, Father.." Her head fell down to the floor as her body started to tremble in fear.
"If you do this," His blue eyes flashed with anger. "I will come after him."
"NO!" Korra sucked in a painful gasp. "He'll have you executed for treason! Please, Father… Don't…" Tonraq grabbed his daughter's chin and lifted her face to him to look at the crippling pain trickling down her cheeks.
"Then run." He commanded as a single tear carved a trail of wetness along his strong chin. "Either I stay in here and live, or I die. I do it for you, Korra. You are my greatest honor, please… Go and live your life as a free woman. I release you from your duties… You are no longer the Princess of the Southern Tundra. But you will always be my daughter."
"I love you, Dad…" Korra choked as a shuddered breath escaped her.
"And I love you," The ex-chief released her and pulled back. "Now go. Become strong and marry someone worthy of your love." Korra tore herself away from the prison cell, running as hard as she could out of the prison and rode away harder on Naga's back. Slumping against the fur of the direwolf's neck, her heart crumbled into a million pieces.
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"Korra…" Tenzin pulled her into a warm embrace as she started to cry again. "I'm so sorry." Korra broke the embrace and wiped her tears away as she tried to pull herself together.
"What's done is done…" She sighed. "It's been three years since then… I just hope he's still alive."
"Unalaq is probably keeping him alive in hope that you return," Tenzin sighed. "Maybe I should go to consult with him."
"No," Korra groaned. "Please, if he finds out where I am… He will come for me. So please, don't tell anyone about this. I'll return for my father when I'm strong enough to face my uncle in battle."
"Battle?!" Tenzin looked surprise again but smiled. "So the little princess I met ten years ago has become a warrior?"
"More like a druid, actually, but yeah." Korra bashfully rubbed the back of her neck. "I became pretty good with a bow while hunting for food in the wilds."
"What are you doing delivery work here in the peak of hunting season, then?" Tenzin asked with curiosity.
"I owe some debt to the Sato Estate…" She confessed. "I messed up pretty bad… But I didn't ask for the favors Asami gave me. Now she has me working like a dog in her house."
Tenzin let out a laugh while stroking his long beard. "Sounds like something she would do... If you want, I can pay you a nice salary to help with Meelo's training. That way you can pay your debts off faster."
Korra let out a gasp of excitement. "Really?! Thank you!" She wrapped her strong arms around him and lifted him upwards in a huge bear hug making his feet raise off the ground. When Korra placed him down, she was surprised to see Mako standing behind him.
"Master Tenzin," he bowed as the tall robed man turned to meet him. "I'm sorry for the interruption. But I need your consultation with something. It's really important."
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"Very interesting." Tenzin loomed over the open pages of the enchiridion with great focus on the latin text. Korra sat next to him at the dining table looking over his shoulder. "Day Demon Blood Moon… it says here that a creature if the night can achieve immunity to the sun's light by performing this sacrificial ritual on a night of the blood moon."
"I knew it." Mako exclaimed from his seat across the way. "Amon claimed that he would become a daywalker to take revenge upon the capital. This should be how he plans to achieve it."
"Indeed…" Tenzin confirmed the continued to translate the text. "On the night of the blood moon, the disciple must perform the ritual with a bowl of void salts, to represent the curse of the night. A Vale crystal charged with the sun's rays. The legendary Blade of Lunas, once wielded by Yue the Goddess of the Moon. And the soul of a young virgin woman as an offering."
"That's horrible!" Korra said. "Sacrificing a virgin? Why would it matter if she's a virgin?"
"Virgins are most pleasing as an offering to gods who accept human sacrifices," Tenzin proclaimed. "Their untouched innocence is considered the highest value to be submitted for a ritual. Especially from a young woman at the peak of her fertility."
"This blade the book speaks of…" the fire elemental muttered with thought. "Have you heard of it before, Master Tenzin?"
"Only in legend… The Goddess of the Moon used to be a young woman who sacrificed her own life with it to replace the death if Tui, the Moon Spirit."
"I know that story." Korra said in retrospect. "It's an old Northern Tundra Tale…"
"That's right," Tenzin confirmed as he turned to the hunter. "I used to tell it to you while you were young."
"Did the legend say anything about where the blade might be?" Mako asked.
"No, I'm afraid," sighed the master. "But there are ways to find things that are lost… usually by experts who specialize in them. I believe you have a talented blacksmith as your employer… maybe Lord Hiroshi has heard rumors about it."
"Or Asami." Mako snapped his gaze to the person who made that suggestion. Korra blushed slightly at his sudden stare and couldn't help but avoid the eye contact. "Just sayin'..." She grumbled folding her arms over her chest.
"You're right, Korra." Mako nodded. "Lady Asami…" He emphasized the title as a correction. "Might know something about it."
"She doesn't deserve that title," Korra huffed still looking away while tapping her foot. "A lady shouldn't treat people so horribly."
"You know…" Mako leaned in. "Lady Asami is actually a kind person. Her tough mannerism is just a facade to display strength. If you can show her some respect she will give it right back to you."
"Whatever." Korra stood up from her seat. "Thank Pema for dinner for me, Tenzin. I should get back to the Sato Estate."
"Me too," Mako rose up. "I'll escort you back. Thank you for your help, Master Tenzin."
"Anytime, Mako." Tenzin closed the book and returned it to the young man's hands. "Give Lady Asami my regards." Mako nodded with smile and followed Korra out of the monastery grounds to the ferry at the dock. On the boat ride back to the capital's shore, Mako couldn't help his curiosity in asking Korra a question.
"How do you and Master Tenzin know each other?" he asked.
"I met him a long time ago," Korra said. "When he was on a pilgrimage to preach about spiritual peace to the nations. He visited my home tribe and spent some time teaching me and some of the other children how to read and write."
"Why did you leave your home in the South?" he asked next.
"I just wanted to travel and see the world," Korra lied but it wasn't completely untrue. She wanted to end any further questioning so she changed the subject quickly. "Do you think we can stop Amon before the blood moon rises?"
"If we can find out where the Blade of Lunas is… We can prevent him from performing the ritual."
"Maybe he already has it." Korra said as she stared out into the horizon of the setting sun. "I can track him down before the blood moon comes…"
"I didn't think you would be interested in helping, honestly…" Mako leaned back against the bow of the ferry. "Why would a wanderer like you want to meddle in the affairs of the Republic Guard Force?"
"Someone like him shouldn't wield that much power." Korra puffed up her chest as she spoke. "I'm a druid for Goddess of Light… I have a duty to help her protect the creatures in her care now."
"So that's the source of your power…" Mako smiled at her with his orange eyes. "I'll let the captain know that you are on our side."
"Keh," Korra grinned wolfishly at him. "Beifong doesn't scare me. I'll do whatever it takes to stop Amon with or without her permission. She can throw me back in jail for all I care." Mako chuckled at her statement and didn't say anything more on the way back to the Sato Manor. But when they reached the front gate of the household, he placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey," he started. "How about you ask Lady Asami about the blade? It could be an opportunity to bond with her since you are more familiar with the legend of the Moon Goddess."
"You've got to be kidding…" Korra spoke with distress in her voice. "I don't want anything to do her!"
"If you want to help stop Amon, you should be willing to do some of the leg work," he stated. "Just be nice to her and call her by her title… Respectfully. Throw her off her guard and she will start giving you an easier time."
Korra let out a strangled sigh. Maybe Mako was right. She can't expect Asami to be nice to her if she continued to be disrespectful. But the thought of giving her any respect left a bitter taste in her mouth. She doesn't deserve her respect. "I… I'll try. But I doubt it will work."
"It will, trust me." Mako tried his best to assure her. "I know Lady Asami better than anyone here."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Korra glared at him, causing his hand to retreat back from her shoulder.
"Not like that!" Mako blushed, darting his eyes away. "I could never dream of… Ugh, that's not the point! All I'm saying is that since I've been her personal guard for a long time so it's just natural that I know how she is."
"Sure, whatever you say." Korra waved him off as she went ahead to the front door of the manor. She barrelled through the entrance but halted when an older man in fine clothing blocked her path. Her eyes expanded as she recognized him right away from the giant portrait painting that hung in the large foyer. His red eyes flared up at her presence through his round spectacles.
"Who are you?" He growled through his thick mustache. It dawned on the hunter that even though she had been staying here for a month, she's never had the opportunity to actually meet the owner of the Sato Estate. She's always been held up in the servant areas away from his line of sight. Thinking quickly, Korra fell down to a knee and bowed her head low to him.
"Excuse my intrusion, Lord Hiroshi!" She said with as much politeness as she could produce. "I've been working here in the manor."
"Not any more!" He announced. "I don't want some savage in my house! Leave!"
Korra didn't know what to do. She yielded to rise from her groveling to try take a moment to think. But then…
"Don't bother with her, Father." Asami interjected walking straight up to the dark woman and grabbed onto her tunic, forcing her up to her feet. "She's mine." Korra's eyes widened at Asami's proclamation of ownership, mouth falling open with a trembling lip.
"Asami?" Hiroshi's composure broke with puzzlement. "She's under your employment?!"
"Yes," Asami's eyes were stern as she faced her father keeping a firm hold onto Korra's shirt. "I have the freedom to choose my servants, don't I, Father? Korra is my new Housecarl. She's strong and very obedient, I assure you."
"I-I am?" Korra sputtered, dumbfounded. Asami's eyes darted to hers in a silent plea to play along. "I mean, YES! I am!" The dark woman shot her hand up to her brow in a noble salute. "I vow to protect Lady Asami at all costs!"
"How did this come to be?" the lord pressed with suspicion as his daughter released her clutches on the wild woman before him.
"She saved Mako from the clutches of Amon the blooddrinker," Asami announced making the lord rear back in surprise. "Certainly I need the highest grade of security with him lurking in the shadows?"
"Oh! Of course!" Hiroshi softened. "I apologize. Korra, is it?"
"Yes, Sire!"
"Well then…" Hiroshi was flabbergasted, stroking the hairs of his mustache in worry. "I trust Asami's judgement. Welcome…"
"Thank you, Lord Hiroshi!" Korra bowed respectfully before the lord of the house. Not wanting the situation to get any stickier, Asami grabbed Korra by the bicep and pulled harshly.
"Come on, Wolfgirl," Asami huskily commanded with a smirk, dragging her away from her father's air and down the corridor. As soon as they were out of sight from around a corner, Asami released Korra from her grasp and turned sharply to her.
"That was close," She snickered at her. "You know better than to use the front entrance…"
"I… I'm sorry," The dark woman blushed with embarrassment in having the need to apologize. "I wasn't thinking..." Asami was surprised at the apology, arching a smooth eyebrow as high it could go. Then the lady gasped when Korra bowed her head. "Lady Asami… I am in your service." Asami's face started to flush intensely, parting her pump red lips at the polite gesture. And Korra noticed.
Mako may have been on to something, she thought. She tested it further. Reaching out and softly grasped one of Asami's soft hands as she took a knee to the marble tile below. She gazed up at her, watching her spring ivy eyes practically pop out of her beautiful face when Korra pressed her lips to the softness of her pale knuckles. "I vow to protect you with my life, Lady Asami."
No, no, no!
Asami's heart jumped into her throat as she felt the hunter's hot lips graze her skin. This wasn't what she wanted. What Korra was doing was completely out of character. Her lungs began to fight for air as her touch ignited another surge of desire within her core. She couldn't help herself. She tried to fight it, but Korra was fuel to her fire. Grabbing the front of her tunic, Asami pulled her upwards. Hard.
Her lips smashed into the hunter's mouth. Korra's eyes snapped shut and hungrily fought back against her moaning with complete submission to the maiden's advances. Asami's tongue poked out in a desperate asking. Korra opened her mouth to accept it. Red hot electricity burned through Asami's body as she was granted the access to her. Every ounce of control was surrendered to the hunter's taste as her tongue slipped into the oblivion. Whimpering with desire, the lady felt her hands sink into the waves of her black hair. But before it could go any longer, Asami grabbed Korra's ponytail and tore her back with great regret. Soft red lips pressed against the hunter's sensitive ears.
"Good." Asami breathed. "I'll see you in the morning…"
AN: For those who send reviews, thank you for your kind words. I appreciate your support. I wasn't really planning on reuniting Korra and Asami so soon but just like Asami... I couldn't help myself.