Kuvira was hot on Korra's trail. The pursuit curved out into the country lands away from the city. When Korra was sure they were out of sight from others she twisted, skidding her boots in the grass to face her. Kuvira howled, leaping at her direction with her sword unsheathed and swinging down upon her. Korra summoned mounds of earth, wrapping it around her forearms just in time to collide against the steel of Kuvira's blade. They pushed against each other in a contest of strength, auras surging in the power struggle.
Korra snarled as her limbs shook against her opponent. "Never thought I'd see you again, Kuvira! I figured you'd be done with bounty hunting after making General."
"I am done! This is now a matter of pride. I see you picked up the element of earth. How did you manage that?" Kuvira grinned at her and shoved her blade down against Korra's earthen armor, pushing her back. Leaping back, the hunter huffed with amusement.
"I guess I'm just full of surprises!" Korra barked. Her body moved in a flash, swinging a fist towards Kuvira's jaw. Her opponent stumbled back when the punch connected but was quick to use the momentum. Kuvira's body curved, swinging a kick to Korra's side. Korra yelped but she didn't falter. They lounged at each other, exchanging blows of fists, steel and earth. Pushing and pulling like a synchronized machine, the warriors almost matched each other in strength and stamina.
I need more power.
Korra gritted her teeth when Kuvira advanced on the offensive. Her sword slammed through the dark warrior's block, smashing the rock protecting her forearm into dust. Korra cried out when the edge of the blade slashed through her leather bracer and into her flesh. She reared back and Kuvira let her, waiting to see what Korra would do now that she's injured. The smirk on the general's face fell when her opponent's blue eyes started to glow white. Korra's raised her palms along with her spiritual power. Droplets of moisture drew up from the soil into the air wriggling and drawing together in a collected blob.
Kuvira sucked in her breath. It was impossible. First earth, now water. No one in existence could wield two elements. And Korra was never a magic user to begin with. The watery orb continued to grow and Kuvira didn't want to wait to see the end result of this spectacle. She pushed forward with a battle cry rearing her long sword to attack. Spikes of ice shot out of Korra's water, whistling and cutting through the air in a fury.
The general's body spiraled with a leap, miraculously dodging dozens of daggers thrown at her. Kuvira reached behind her back, retrieving a steel ribbed whip from her belt. The metallic crack of Kuvira's whip thundered, piercing the atmosphere. When it snapped a coil around the hunter's ankle, the general yanked it hard rendering her prey to fly forward, interrupting the gatling ice attack. The metal body of Kuvira's weapon snaked up Korra's legs and continued to ascend a constricting grip over her body pinning her arms to her sides. The general released the whip to grab the hunter by the throat, shocking her back to her normal state. As the glowing light faded in Korra's irises, Kuvira's green glower ripped into the fear filled blue.
"Let… me go, Kuvira!" Korra choked out. Her body was completely immobilized as the metal whip squeezed on it's own by Kurvia's aura. The general smashed her to the ground, smacking the back of her skull in the gravel. Korra's vision blackened in response, the smug smirk on the general's face loomed over in a hazy fog.
"I'm shipping you straight to the Northern King," she announced. "It's too bad that he wants you alive. Bringing your death would have been a great pleasure."
Korra jerked in her bounds, fighting to stay awake as a fresh load if adrenaline courses through her. "You don't understand!" she groaned. "I'm not a criminal! He has been feeding you lies!"
"And I have heard enough of yours." Kuvira struck her victim at the junction of her neck and shoulder with the hilt of her sword. Korra's body immediately went limp as she fell into blackness. The metal whip unwrapped from the hunter's body and recoiled onto the looping of it's belted home. Kuvira dragged Korra's body by her ponytail lugging through the muck in the direction of the city.
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Maroon fabric of Asami's dress tore open with a series of rippling pops, creating a tattered split from the hem all the way up to her hip. Naga crouched low to the floor so the lady could mount with more ease. There was no time to figure out how to put the harness on the direwolf so she prayed that she wouldn't fall off when she swung her leg over the beast's back. Naga rose to her feet, Asami couldn't help but be nervous as her hands steadied into the white neck fur.
"Find Korra," Asami pleaded. Naga understood and jolted into a sudden run. Asami had to lean forward and wrap her arms around the neck to avoid being ripped off. The cold autumn air stung into Asami's lungs like a dagger as Naga leaped into the dark of the night. They rode farther than Asami could have anticipated, it was taking too long to get there. To get to Korra and find out exactly why Kuvira was after her. Her thoughts flooded her mind with all sorts of questions but she was sure to stayed focused on the task at hand. The air was filled with something dark, something was off.
As they rode on, a flash of movement caught Asami's eye to her right. A hooded figure, running just as fast as the wolf besides her. It was inhumanly possible. It was running with silence, arms laxed and dangling behind as if they weren't needed to aid in the momentum of blurry legs. Asami sucked in her breath when the figure turned his face towards her. The ceramic white mask was undeniable.
Amon.
And he wasn't alone. The lady caught glimpses of more shrouded figures, trailing close all around her. Closing in like a pack of skilled hunting beasts. Naga snarled when she realized the situation, her tramping paws slammed into the ground, grinding into the ground to a halt. Asami felt the direwolf's fur spike with fury as the beast hunched forward bearing her teeth at the four figures that surrounded them.
"I don't have time to deal with you," Asami narrowed her eyes, darting her gaze around to analyze the scenario. Two ghouls at each flank and Amon straight ahead, tilting he head to the side.
"How interesting…" his deep voice vibrated with amusement. "You are not the warrior I met before… But you ride like she does… Wait." Asami's gauntlet started to spark, running thin bolts of electricity in warning. Amon let a deep chuckled erupt from his bloodthirsty throat. "You must be Asami Sato… Rumors of your beauty barely does them justice. Your father is a brilliant man but he is a fool to defy me… I was going to sink my teeth into his flesh as revenge… but this is much more… satisfying."
Asami slid off the direwolf's back and took a few steps to face the vampire before her. She drew her saber with her left hand, leaving the right gauntlet at the ready. Amon's chin rose and inhaled deeply followed by a pleasurable hum. "You smell delicious."
"I sure hope you aren't going to bore me all night with a string of compliments," Asami grumbled in her place. She was rearing to attack, but something held her in her place. Her feet wouldn't move, her limbs wouldn't swing. Upon realizing this, her heart started to slam in her chest as Amon stepped closer.
"Can't move, right?" Amon chuckled but was silenced immediately when Naga leaped in front of the lady, snarling and spitting with menace. The fiasco kept the vampire from stepping any closer.
"Naga…" Asami whined, she was completely immobilized. Amon hasn't even approached her and yet her body was completely rendered under some kind of spell. Naga wouldn't have a chance against a party of undead bloodsuckers, she had to try to convince her to stand down even though she was the only protection she had. "Go." She choked. "I'll be fine… Find Korra." But Naga stayed, growling with protest at the request.
"GO!" Asami screamed with emotion. "Bring Korra to me! Please!" Naga whined but eventually obeyed, taking off into the hills as fast as she could to retrieve her master. Asami swallowed dryly as her body trembled when Amon finally approached her, toying with the loose strands of her braid then moved the locks off the side of her neck.
"How… are you..." Asami's body started to tremble as her movement was forced with a magical pull. Her saber fell to the ground in a loud clang and her aura was ceased from flowing into the gauntlet.
"Your virgin blood is helpless against my growing power," he explained when Asami's head was tilted gently, baring the pulsing artery beneath her skin. "I have feasted upon many virgin hearts. Now, with a simple wave my hand, they crawl out of their bedroom windows to meet me, begging me to feast upon them as I rid them of their purity." His hand moved downward, snaking through the tear of Asami's gown and between her shaking thighs. Asami cried out as the vampire's hand cupped her sex. Her muscles flexed to struggle but only managed to make small jerking movements. Amon removed his mask with his clawed hand, nestling it safely within his cloak before making a thin incision across the woman's collarbone. Tiny soft beads of blood beaded from the cut and beckoned Amon to dip down, darting his gray tongue out skimming. With a throaty moan, the vampire was extremely pleased with the taste.
"Take me," Asami sobbed. Her voice and body was betraying her mind. She could feel herself dripping over his eager fingers with a great horror. Her green eyes slipped into a trance as Amon's vampiric call took over her completely. With widening jaws, Amon's fangs grazed against her neck, earning a simper of pleasure.
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Korra's head was pounding in pain. In the blackness, she could feel her body being dragged against rocks and roots. A howling sound stirred her back into consciousness. The burning pull on her scalp was unbearable. Her eyes shot open but she kept as still as she could, not wanting to rouse any suspicion from Kuvira who was still dragging her by her hair. Another howl echoed through the valley and was instantly recognized. Naga was calling for her and it wasn't just a call to find her, it was a call for help. Korra needed to be careful with how she was going to escape. She needed to be quickly released from the general's grip. Fishing the obsidian blade from her belt with gentle movement, the hunter slashed at Kuvira's gripping fist.
The cut was sloppy but it freed her in an instant along with a cry of pain from the general. She rolled her body and swung to her feet. Kuvira twisted around on alert. The metal whip shot out in retaliation to cease Korra once again. It failed against the hunter's speed. Korra ran. She ran as hard as she could muster but Kuvira was close behind.
'Raava!' she called for assistance and she was granted. The light surged through her body, empowering her with speed. And before the general knew it, she was left in the dust with Korra far from her reach.
"DAMMIT!" Kuvira howled, falling to her knees and smashed her fists down, cratering the ground under the force. Her eyes dragged over to her bleeding hand, bestowing the thick, muddy locks of chestnut hair still clutched in her fist. Grumbling as she rose to her feet, the general tossed the ponytail away.
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"No." With great restraint, Amon pulled his fangs away from Asami's neck. "I have a better plan for you. Simply taking your life will not satisfy my revenge. I will take your soul. And let the gods of the underworld feast upon it."
Asami buckled under the surge of control his aura through at her. "Tell me," he said. "Where is the wolf rider? She took something I need."
"The Blade of Lunas will never be in your hands, Amon!" She growled in defiance despite the crushing grip on her will.
"Your resistance is quite… impressive. Very well…" Releasing her from his clutches, Amon replaced the mask on his face. "I will just have to keep feasting on pure hearts… eventually you will come to tell me where it is before the blood moon rises. Until we meet again… Farewell, Lady Asami."
Amon and his minions disappeared in a blink of an eye. When the spell was release from her body, Asami buckled over sobbing and clutching onto herself. She gasped for air and shivered against the cold. Never had she became so close to death and it crushed her ego. She had underestimated him and now his demonic powers had reached to a point where she could never stand to fight him if she needed to. She didn't stay down for long. Picking herself up along with her saber, Asami wanted to run into the hills to find Korra but now she was without her guide.
If Naga finds her master, she should be able to come back to me… I hope.
She sighed in contemplation of Korra running off instead of coming back to rescue her. She wouldn't blame her for it. Kuvira knew where she was staying now. Asami prayed that she could talk some sense in the general but Kuvira's submission to compassion wasn't something that happened very often. She would need to use some kind of tactic to keep Korra safe in her arms.
Why do I care so much about her? I barely know who she is…
Her heart never ceased to pound violently in her chest while trying to figure out the complexity of her emotions. She stood there analyzing what her next move would be. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep inhale. Focusing on her aura, she could feel a slight flutter to the west. It was the best she had to go on so she ran in that direction, hoping it would lead her to her housecarl. The half moon peeked through the gray clouds wisping through the night sky. Crows. Calling crows kept echoing in her ears. It was the only thing to distract her against the bitter cold that seeped into her bones. She was frightened. Terrified by the power that Amon had over her. She was a skilled swordsman, eager to actually use her abilities to help her friends and defend her home. But before she even could, she realized how weak she was in this situation. She had no chance against Amon's clutches. All because she was untouched, inexperienced to the art of making love.
Finally, Asami saw a spot of white in the distance. Her heart squeezed painfully when she saw it. Korra was pushing the wolf hard until their paths met. Leaping off her steed, the hunter fumbled onto the ground in front of Asami's feet.
"Asami!" she rose up disgracefully. "Where is he?! Are you hurt?"
Asami did not speak. All she could do is lounge forward, surprising Korra with a strong embrace around her waist. Her pale face buried into the muddy blue tunic but she didn't care about the grime. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably as her fingers clutched the back of her housecarl's tunic with a deathlike grip. Strong arms slowly wrapped around her enveloping her warmth upon her. Korra pressed her face into the top of Asami's head, inhaling her comforting scent deeply followed by a quiet shushing from her lips.
"It's okay," Korra told her while rubbing her back to do her best to quiet the lady's crying. "I'm right here. I got you…"
"Korra!" she hiccuped between sobs. Korra's body was warm and her embrace eventually calmed Asami's crying until she finally stopped. She lifted her head to face her. She was about to ask about Kuvira until she noticed something. "Your hair!"
Korra brought her hand up to feel at the shorter length. "I must have cut it off when trying to get away from Kuvira… she was dragging me by my tail… is it bad?"
"No!" Asami ran her fingers through the chin length locks of Korra's hair, undoing the wolftails by her cheeks. "It's rather dashing actually." Korra's cheeks burned at the compliment but her eyes gazed into her, tinkling with splendor. Asami crunched up her nose while wiping the dirt that accumulated on her fingertips. "It needs a good washing though."
Korra laughed out loud. "Yeah, I could use a bath… Asami.. I mean Lady Asami, about Kuvira… I am sorry." Her eyes fell into a sadness as she continued to explain. "A couple of years ago… she worked as a bounty hunter for the United National Council. I was placed on the most wanted list by King Unalaq… the leader of the Northern Tundra for treason against the crown. I… I ran from a betrothal to him four years ago. That's why I'm here."
"Betrothal?! To the Northern King?" Asami's brain was blowing a gasket. She broke away from Korra's embrace. "Are… are you a noble?"
"No." Korra nervously rubbed the back of her head. "Look… my past is a sensitive subject for me. I'm not comfortable talking about it."
Asami sighed with disappointment. She closed her eyes, sucking in a breath. "Korra… it's okay. You can tell me when you are ready. I will speak with Kuvira in the morning. I can't have her running you off… leaving me unprotected."
"Amon... " Korra growled. "Naga told me you faced him and sent her for me… how did you escape him?"
"I didn't…" Asami looked away. "He let me go… he's getting stronger. He was able to immobilized me and control my body without even being close. Because of my virginity… soon he will be able to control me completely of he continues to feed on virgin hearts."
"That can not happen!" Korra grabbed onto Asami's waist and pulled her against her, earning a gasp from her red lips. "Asami, I want to protect you… but if what you say is true then he will be able to control me too. I can't leave you vulnerable to his spell."
"You're a…"
Korra blushed a little. "It's obvious that I need to take care of that now… I was hoping that… well maybe…" She sighed and finally got to the point. "I want you do to it." Asami's face reddened madly, reverted her gaze away from Korra's pleading eyes.
"I…" Asami choked on her words. "We can't… I can't… I-" Korra's hand slipped up, cupping the side of her lady's blushing face and forcing her tearfilled gaze back.
"I know it's not fair for me to ask… I would never ask you to give yourself to me for the sake of saving your life. Save it for the right person, save it for the prince if you want, it is yours to give. But… since you are a woman, you can deflower me with your fingers, while keeping your own virginity intact. I need to be rid of it to so I can protect you. But… if you don't want to, I can go to a tavern and find someone else. I just thought that… since we obviously have this attraction to each other… It would be nice to know who I'm giving it to. And I trust you, Lady Asami."
Asami didn't know what to say. Her brain was stripped of all logical thought as it was taken over by desire. Images of her housecarl beneath her, begging her for release after hours of teasing flashed in the forefront of her mind. All of her dark fantasies could be hers with one simple affirmation to her request. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Her pride kept her from doing so. Korra pulled away, taking her body warmth with her. Asami saw the pain in her eyes as she assumed that the silence was one of rejection.
But then...
Korra muttered out when the lady grabbed her hand. "Take me back home," Asami demanded harshly. Korra helped her mount the direwolf before taking her place behind her. They rode in silence back to the Sato Estate. Dropping the white wolf at the kennel, Asami took Korra's hand again, leading her not to the front entrance but through the servants quarters. Korra's heart raced the entire time as Asami guided her down the hall and up the stairs toward the bed chambers. The manor was quiet, most of the guards were gone to find the missing lady of the house. They were careful to sneak by the remainder patrol, going undetected.
Asami pulled Korra in her bedroom, locking the door secure. Releasing her housecarl's hand, Asami remained silent as she retreated to the bathroom. Korra heard the sound of rushing water filling the bathtub but Asami didn't leave her for long. She returned, stepping close and unbuckled her belt with a harsh tug. Korra's breath hitched as she saw a dark look of determination in Asami's eyes. Remaining focused on her task, the silver buttons on the muddy tunic popped free and pale hands parted the fabric apart in a painfully slow pace. Asami's eyes snapped up to Korra's face, narrowing.
"You're filthy," Asami proclaimed. The venom lacing the lady's throat sent a cold shiver zipping up Korra's back. "I should punish you for running off and getting so dirty. I almost died trying to retrieve you, too."
"You didn't have to come get me." Korra muttered, her chest heaving as her body started to burn under Asami's intense glare. A hiss of pain seeped out between her teeth as the lady's nails scratched a deep path down her sculpted abs.
"Silence," Asami demanded. "Or do I need to muzzle you?" Korra stayed quiet, even if she felt compelled to answer, she wasn't sure if she was allowed to. "That's better." Korra whimpered when Asami's touch left her. "Now, go get in the tub."
Korra was quick to obey, anything to keep Asami pleased. She paused for a moment to admire the lavish washroom. It was as big as the sleeping chamber adorned with columns of marble with green and gold drapery. In the center was the bath - no, a pool carved into the flooring about eight feet wide in diameter. Fragrant oils danced at Korra's nose, giving her a sense of calm as her clothes fell into a messy heap on the floor. Moaning in bliss, she waded her bare feet into the hot water. It's been so long since she had taken a properly heated bath, usually bathing in cold streams most of the time. Every once in a while she would get lucky and stumble upon a hot spring but this, this was pure heaven. Squeaking the knob of the spout, Korra cut the flowing water off before it overfilled the pool. She sank down in the water, groaning in bliss at how the heat relaxed her sore muscles into putty. When her arms fell in, she hissed and pulled her left arm back as the water burned into the cut left by Kuvira's sword. Keeping the injured limb out of the heat, it rested on the ledge of the bathing pool.
Laying there in silence, Korra's head rolled back, sighing. She felt like an idiot asking Asami for such a thing, but she had to try. No one else would be found worthy to be her first in her eyes. Asami was so beautiful and carried herself with such confidence despite the odds she faces everyday. Korra wanted to be with someone with inner strength. In the past, Korra would be accosted by noble warriors basking in their physical accomplishments in hopes to win her affection. They were all just meatheads thinking all they had to do was impress her with rippling muscles and old war stories and it bored her to no end. And they were men… Korra didn't feel like she was attracted to the male sex as much as she was attracted to women, more specifically, one woman. Asami was different. Smart, extinguished in her ways and just down right sexy. Now she had burrowed her way into Korra's bones, latching on like a leech. And she was willing to let her suck her dry. It was kind of funny, she found. Just a few months ago if someone told her that she would be willing to submit and crawl on the floor before a noblewoman she would have laughed in their face. But now, Korra was more than eager to do it, to give everything to her. Being lost in her thoughts, Korra didn't even notice Asami had entered the bathing room until her voice rang behind her.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Korra stiffened, then craned her neck to peer at the doorway. Asami stood there leaning on the door trimming with a catty smirk on her face. She was clothed in nothing but a silk black robe which cut short above her knees. Satisfied with Korra's blushing cheeks, she sauntered over to the bathing woman with a predatory gaze. The housecarl turned back to face forward, sinking a bit more in the water as a feeble attempt to hide. Letting out a gasp of surprise, Korra felt the skin of Asami's thighs slip over her shoulders to dangle her feet in the water as she sat on the ledge behind her.
"Stay there," the command was gentle to her surprise. Korra could feel the woman above her move, grabbing a small basin to draw some bath water. Asami used her free hand to guide Korra's chin upward, slowing allowing the water to cascade over her chestnut hair. Blue eyes fluttered shut followed by muttering lips. Asami continued to work on Korra's dirty hair, rinsing out the muddy dirt before treating it further with a rose scented soap. The hunter couldn't help but moan when eager fingers gently massaged her sore scalp, working up a silky lather of suds. After a few moments of soapy bliss, Korra's hair was fully rinsed once again.
"There," Asami put the basin down, then slid a hand across the side of Korra's face. "When you are dry… I want you to come to my bed and lay down on your back."
"Oh Spirits," Korra rasped. "Does this mean-"
"Don't push your luck," Asami muttered while scooting away. "I expect you to do exactly what I say."
"Of course, Lady Asami."
Asami retreated back to the bedroom. With a labored breath, Korra suddenly felt like the heat of the bath water was too much to bare as fire seemed to be licking at her skin. Shooting up from the tub, the hunter moved quickly to wash the remainder of her body. But then she realized maybe she was moving too fast. She didn't want to seem desperate but she couldn't help the pulsing throb between her legs that fueled her eagerness. This wasn't exactly the way she thought her first time would be. She hoped it would have been triggered by spontaneous passion rather than dutiful obligation. But it's not like she was complaining at this point. Korra took her time drying off then wrapped the towel around herself to have some modesty since there were no other robes around. With a momentary breath to psych herself for what is about to happen, Korra slowly entered the bedroom with her pulse slamming in her ears.
She caught Asami at the vanity on the other side of the bed, lounging back in the chair that was turned towards the bed with a pair of red scarves being fiddled with in her fingers. Her green eyes watched her housecarl approach the bed carefully.
"Lose the towel." Her voice was dark but the sultry tone rippled with desire, immediately triggering a gush of liquid between her housecarl's legs. When the towel was dropped to the floor, Asami's eyes scan over the toned body before her, darkening in approval. Korra wasn't shy about her body, but it was the way that Asami was looking at her that made her a little nervous. Her brown nipples stiffened from the peaks of her plump breasts in reaction to the sexual tension that was building. Not wanting to keep the lady waiting any longer, Korra crawled onto the bed as she was instructed, laying on her back and staring up at the canopy drapery.
Rising from her seat, the noblewoman slid onto the bed, pulling Korra's left arm towards her and started to tie a scarf around her wrist then pulled upwards to tie the other end to the upper left bedpost. Korra's breath hitch when Asami swung her leg over her, to repeat the action for the right arm. She noticed that Asami's hands were shaking just a little.
"Is this really necessary, Lady Asami?" Korra groaned tugging on her silk bonds in frustration. Her hips bucked up into the woman above her with impatience, gasping when she felt Asami's bare core brush against her lower abdomen, feeling the wet heat on her skin. But it didn't remain there for long. Asami forced her hips down with a firm grasp of her hands.
"I need to make sure you don't get too handsy with me," Asami hummed. "We only need my hands for this."
"I wasn't expecting for you to take your time… honestly," Korra muttered. "You can just do it right now and get it over with in just a few seconds. Quick and dirty." The noblewoman smirked and leaned over, pressing her red lips against Korra's neck. Biting and nipping, earning sharp sighs from her housecarl until her mouth pressed against an ear.
"I'm not that cruel," Asami breathed. "This is your first time… I want to at least make it memorable for you. When I do something, I make sure I do it right." That earned her a strangled whimper. "Unless you don't want to come for me."
"No," Korra whined as she wriggled, pulling on her restraints in desperation. "I want to come."
"Maybe I will let you," Asami grinned and nuzzled against Korra's face, humming blissfully. Korra turned her head towards the lady's face in an attempt to capture her lips but Asami moved back just in time. "No kissing." Korra whimpered in protest but then jerked back when Asami's fingers found a nipple to pinch on, hissing in pain and desire all at once.
"Here's what's going to happen," Asami announced, twisting the stiff bud in her fingers for a moment then rubbed a bit more gently to ease the tenderness. "I'm going to touch you, bite you, scratch you, taste you and fuck you. You will tell me if the you feel too much pain. But most importantly, you will tell me when you are about to come. If you come without my permission, I will punish you with more pain. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes!" Korra's voice trembled. She didn't know whether to be scared or turned on. But spirits she was turned on. She's never felt so aroused in her entire life. Her pussy was dripping onto Asami's bedding, screaming to be touched - to be destroyed by the noblewoman's hands. She would do anything Asami asked of her. She'd jump off a cliff if need be. Korra let out a guttural moan when she felt a wet tongue dip into her ear with a hot breath ghosting, gasping and moaning into her. "Fuck," she cursed, twisting her eyes shut against the intense feel of Asami's hot mouth. Korra was overwhelmed, and it only had just begun.
She's gonna kill me.
Her nipples were touched, pinched and twisted by Asami's nimble fingers. The noblewoman was delighted with the sounds that came out of her victim. So desperate, so pathetic. She needed more. Korra's skin tasted wonderful, better than she had imagined. She moved suckled upon her neck, while massaging the dark woman's perky breasts in her hands igniting groans of pleasure among labored breaths. Korra couldn't help but buck up into her, searching for sweet friction to find some sort of relief. But Asami wasn't having any of that. She made sure to raise her lower half up and out of reach, leaving Korra to struggle against the air instead.
"Ah!" Korra cried out when Asami's lips closed around her right nipple, creating a tight seal of wet warmth. The soft swirling of her tongue sent Korra's eyes rolling back in her head. She felt like she could come right then and there, if only Asami gave her some attention down south. But the noblewoman was taking her sweet time rolling the stiffened bud between her teeth and raking her nails down her ribs painfully slow. Moaning out, Korra gave into the temptation to open her eyes and look down, and it only made things worse for her. Because Asami had her eyes open too, staring up into her face with a greedy hunger while her red lips contracted with a noisy slurp. The noblewoman released the suction of her mouth, growling as she moved to the neglected nipple. She clamped her teeth down, pulling her head up stretching the weight of Korra's breast with the motion. Korra's back arched as she cried out again but this time with more pain in her voice. She didn't suffer for too long, the teeth released before it got too painful and Korra was grateful that Asami nursed on her gently to sooth the tender flesh.
"Asami, please," Korra whined as there was nothing she could do but pull on the silk scarves. She badly wanted to touch her, to fist her fingers in the beautiful black locks of hair and direct her to where she needed her most. "Please!"
Asami's mouth left her, only to flash her an evil smirk of satisfaction. Korra was now regretting this whole thing, but only for a second. Asami's legs shifted, straggling a bronze thigh to get a better angle. An exploring hand slid down toned abs and between trembling thighs. They both gasped out with desire when pale fingers touched the soaking folds of Korra's pussy. Asami's lips parted open with astonishment as her face warmed with a primal need.
"You're so wet!" Asami moaned loudly and started to slide her fingers up and down, slicking so frictionlessly against the sensitive flesh. A sharp gasp escaped the pale woman's mouth when Korra pushed her knee up in against her core with a groan.
"So are you," Korra's voice dropped an octave, growling with desire feeling Asami's juices trickle down on to her leg. Asami buckled over, moaning and started to rub herself against Korra's knee, painting a line of wetness upon her dark skin.
"Damn you!" Asami growled and bucked uncontrollably as the dominant facade she was displaying suddenly crumbled into nothing but ravenous craving. But before she could lose herself completely, Asami painfully pulled herself downwards, sliding in between her housecarls legs, easing them open to claim her prize. Her tongue darted out and dipped against the tight ring of Korra's entrance, drawing out a pained whimper. She had to pin Korra's hips down to keep her from bucking into her jaw. Her green eyes closed as she reveled in the taste. The flavor reminded her of a peach-strawberry tart she had one time with a hearty twist of lemon. It was delicious. Korra was delicious. And she started understand that she's going to want to do this again, and again, and again. She was instantly addicted to the sounds escaping those lips as her tongue teased into the soft folds of wet supple flesh.
This was a bad idea.
When the tip of her tongue met with a throbbing bundle of nerves, Korra stiffened with a sucking breath before releasing a strangled shriek that surprised the noblewoman. Her swiped over it a few more times in testing, earning more of high pitched noises. For someone who carried on with such a wolfish demeanor, Korra sounded more like a mouse who got caught in the claws of a farm cat. Asami's throat let out a suppressed giggle before wrapping her lips over Korra's clit, sucking with fever and swirling her tongue in a random motion. She watched Korra's face as she feasted upon her. Her eyes were screwed shut tight and her mouth hung open, gasping sharply for oxygen. She was being too overwhelmed. She didn't need any other guidance to how her services were effecting her. She was a fast learner through observation and careful testing. Her skills as an inventor and blacksmith now had benefited her in more ways than one. Asami adjusted her technique, applying less suction and less pressure. Her tongue just swirled lovingly light until Korra's face softened and her sounds lolled to a gentle moaning. Her heart throbbed in her chest when she heard her name fell from Korra's lips, and this was probably the only time she will get to hear it in this way.
Stop it, Sato. Now is not the time for hopeless wanting.
Asami tried to rear her thoughts back into her task but she had trouble with it. So she closed her eyes and lost herself in Korra's taste, leading herself by the sounds she was making. Her tongue became more determined, flicking and swirling in all sorts of patterns until she settled on the one that made Korra's hips rock into her mouth.
"I'm going to come!" Korra whined as her hips buckled under the pleasure. Like rushing water, she felt the building coil started to kink under pressure in the pit of her core. Korra all out sobbed in despair when Asami snapped her head back, releasing her quivering sex from her lips with a loud, wet smack. "No!" She cried out, thrusting her hips up with the painful denial of her orgasm. "Please! Your mouth feels so good! Please make me come, Lady Asami!"
"Mhmm…" Asami bit her bottom lip as she smiled at how the woman before her was desperately rubbing her sex on her chin with cries of torture. It was pure bliss to her ears, Korra's begging for her to free her from the bondage she had inflicted. And she intends to, but not like this. Asami crawled up her body, kneeling between Korra's shaking muscular thighs.
"Such a good girl." She soothed Korra down with a gentle brush of her hand upon her face. "You did such a good job following directions."
"Please." Korra's eyes were drunk with desire. Asami was everywhere, running her hands all over her body until one of them slipped back down over her sex. Two fingertips massaged at her opening, dipping in just slightly to test out the resistance. Asami blushed at how it seemed that Korra's body was trying to suck her inside.
"I'm going to make you come around my fingers…" Asami rasped with a heavy breath. "Because you were so well-behaved… How about I kiss you when you come? Wouldn't you like that?"
"I want that," Korra arched her back with a grunt, Asami suddenly became alarmed when she heard the posts of her bed groan from Korra pulling on her bonds. Korra started to growl in frustration "I want you… so much. Please, if you don't stop teasing me right now, I'm gonna break your bed. And who knows what would happen if I'm not tied up anymore and unsatisfied. Fuck me, dammit! Or I'm gonna turn this whole thing around and I'll be the one doing the fucking!"
Interesting…
Asami mused at what Korra's limit to teasing was. In another time, another universe, Asami would have kept teasing her to see the end result of that. But this wasn't that time, it was the wrong time and the wrong place. She leaned down over Korra's angry, frustrated expression.
"Keep your eyes open, I want to see what you look like when my fingers break your hymen." Asami's mask fell off, her green eyes seemed to pierce down into Korra's soul with a look of endearing affection and unfiltered passion.
Korra's eyes widened and with one single motion, Asami gently pushed into her, drawing out a gasp of shock from Korra's lips. The hunter's brow winced when the barrier that held her virginity tore open with a burning stab, but it wasn't as painful as she had imagined it to be. Asami stilled her hand when her knuckles where buried to the hilt. Korra's walls pulsed around her fingers. It was a strange feeling but it was incredibly erotic how the muscles of her pussy quaked with the trauma but seemed to suckle with want at her digits. Asami moaned, her own sex was throbbing in jealousy, wishing for Korra to do the same but this wasn't for her. This was a matter of safety precautions, she told herself. She drew back gently, Korra sucked in a breath again. When Asami pushed back into her, Korra let out a low moan of approval. In and out, in and out. Soon Korra was meeting the thrusts of her fingers as the pace increased.
"Fuck! Asami!" Korra squawked as her toes started to curl. The noblewoman moaned with primal hunger now. Teasing was fun, but Asami needed to make her come. In the pit of her core, she could almost feel what Korra was feeling. Finally being a sexual animal and enjoying the pleasures that came with being fucked like one. Asami wanted it. She wanted it so bad. And she could only think of one person that she wanted it from.
"Korra…" Asami drew her eyes closed and found her lover's lips. Moaning and lashing her tongue into a willing open mouth. Korra whimpered when the pistoning of Asami's fingers started to pick up a faster pace, harder and more desperate. Each thrust sent a surge of burning electricity inside her, collecting, building faster and faster towards the summit.
"Oh fuck!" Korra could barely breath as the pressure was almost too much for her to bare. "Asami… I'm… I'm gonna-!"
"Come for me, Korra!" Asami whimpered against her mouth. The words from Asami's lips summoned the geyser, the eruption. Korra let out a long-suffering whimper that grew into a wailing moan of orgasm. Asami's aura seeped into her own as the waves of the climax crashed upon her body with euphoria -swirling, thrashing tendrils of their energies tangled together in a tight vice. Asami felt it too. So much so that Korra's orgasm triggered one of her own with a great shock. She buckled under it, moaning with pleasure and acceptance when it came. Her thrusting fingers slowed to a halt as it subsided and drained her of her strength. Asami collapsed on top of Korra, panting and groaning under the intensity of all that had happened.
"Wow," Korra breathed with a grin smeared on her face. "Holy shit."
Asami sighed happily with her face in the crook of Korra's neck, inhaling deeply at her scent of sex and roses. "Mhmm…"
"Did you?" Korra arched her brow and turned. "Did you come with me? Did I read that right? I'm not going crazy am I? Did you feel… that?"
"Mhmm…" Asami was blissfully numb and perfectly content to lay on top of her housecarl.
"Is that how it's supposed to feel?" Korra asked.
"I don't know," Asami rolled over with a sigh. "But that was… something."
Korra turned her head to her with a gleam in her eye. "Wanna do it again?" Asami laughed and snuggled up to her with a grin.
"I thought this was a one time thing," she said with a bit of sadness, trailing her fingers over Korra's chest.
"It doesn't have to be…" Korra whispered, gazing into her eyes. Asami blushed at the way she was looking at her. No. This was the only time. It had to be. It was wrong to even think about doing it again...
Fuck it. I'm doomed anyways.
Asami sprang up and straddled Korra's waist then reached over to untie a scarf with a sudden rush of urgency. Korra's eyes darkened immediately at how Asami was rocking herself into her hips as she worked at the bonds. Asami's breath became labored, desperate. She needed Korra. She wanted her so badly. Growling in frustration, Asami finally freed one of Korra's hands and it immediately grabbed onto the back of her neck, pulling her down. Their lips smashed together, emitting desperate moans of passion between both of them. Asami had to break the kiss to work on the other scarf that kept Korra at bay. The hunter's unbound hand yanked on her robe's sash with impatience, pulling it apart to feed her hungry eyes with Asami's naked body.
"Spirits, your so beautiful," Korra groaned and cupped one of her perky breasts. Asami gasped at the touch, sending a fresh pool of arousal from her unfed sex. Korra was making it difficult to focus on the stubborn knot but her fingers and palm felt so good.
The bedchamber doorknob rattled. Korra and Asami froze in their places on the bed. A booming knock followed next.
"Asami?!" Hiroshi called from the door. "Are you in there?!"
"Shit!" Asami cursed as fear stabbed in the pit of her stomach. Leaping off her housecarl, Asami grabbed the hunter's belt that was on the floor and drew the black steel knife. The scarf was slashed free in an instant and Asami pulled Korra off the mattress with a hard yank.
"Listen to me," Asami harshly whispered when her father continued to rap on the door angrily. "I need you to hide under the bed. No matter what you hear, no matter what is happening in this room when he comes in. Don't come out of hiding."
"Wha-"
"Promise me!" Asami desperately begged her in a painful rasp. "Please! I need you to promise me you won't reveal yourself. No matter what."
"Okay…" Korra swallowed. "I promise." Asami pulled her into a hard kiss until she could hear her father's key jiggling in the lock of the door. Korra fell to the floor and rolled under the bed. Asami dropped the knife, kicking it underneath her end table just in time. The door swung open with an angry clang. Korra laid as quietly as possible underneath the canopy bed.
"Asami!" Her father screamed. "When did you get back?! I have all our officers and half of the patrol guard combing the city for you! What in the world were you thinking running off like that?"
"I came back didn't I?!" Asami screamed back at him. "I can handle myself. Why can't you see I'm not a helpless child anymore? I am so tired of trying to prove that to you."
"You are to be Queen of the Fire Nation!" He yelled. "I can't let you run out into danger on your own. You are just like your mother! Do you want to end up like her?"
"Mother died an honorable death for our estate, our country," Asami snapped. "What type of queen would I be if I cowarded in the shadows at every turn? How can I serve my people in fear?" Korra jumped at the sound of a hard slap, followed by Asami's cry in pain.
"If you think you are better serving them from the grave then I have raised a foolish daughter. You dishonor me and your mother for living your life so carelessly!" Korra inhaled sharply through her nose. Her fists clenched with rage at what she was hearing. She bit down on the side of her cheek, drawing blood into her mouth as it took every ounce of her control not to go against Asami's wishes. If Hiroshi ever found out what the two of them were just doing… spirits knows what would happen. Pain stabbed into the housecarl's chest as her lady yelped out again.
"Let me go!" Asami choked out. "Please, Dad!"
"Maybe a little time in the Raven's Bode will clear your senses."
"NO!" Asami wailed in horror. "Not that! Please!" Asami's crying was sharply silenced with a sharp hiccup.
"You will come quietly or you will be in there longer! Do you understand me, child?"
"Y-yes, Father."
A scuffling of feet later, Korra was left alone in the bedroom, forgotten. Crawling out of her hiding place, the naked woman's rage was coursing through her. Every instinct was screaming at her to run after them and save Asami from whatever cruel punishment Hiroshi had for her. But she knew better. There was nothing she can do. Not now. And it was killing her.
She picked up her muddy clothes from the bathroom and shrugged them on before snapping her belt back on her waist, retrieving her knife from under the end table as well. When she past the hearth on the way to the exit, Korra noticed the fire whooshed loudly at her. She swallowed and extended her hand out towards the flames. Sucking in a breath of surprise, Korra's aura reached out to it, pulling a flurry of flames towards her fingertips. The hunter snapped her hand back, letting the fire retreat back into the pit. Staring down at her palms, Korra couldn't believe it.
"How am I doing this?" Korra asked the light inside her.
Your power is growing, my champion. Raava mused.
"But you never said that I would be able to use magic…"
I never said that you wouldn't be able to either. Raava mention. The spirit state takes a lot of energy from the both of us. Now that I see you need more power to sustain yourself in battle, I've opened up your chakra points so you can tap into all the elements of power.
"All four elements?!" Korra gasped. "Why? Why would you do that? I should be fine with just one."
You are going to need them in the future. The darkness is steadily growing. You should leave this place. That woman will be coming back to take you to the North and you are not yet strong enough to face her again.
"But… Asami…"
She will find her way back to you, Korra. Go to the monastery and seek Tenzin's guidance.
Korra couldn't help but feel like she was abandoning the noblewoman. It pained her so to even think about leaving. But Raava was right. She needed to leave in order to stay in the Republic Capital. She wanted to make sure Asami knew where she was so she wrote a note for her. She looked around for a place to put it where it would be found. Her eyes fell down to the vanity, upon it laid the fire diamond engagement ring. The note folded in quarters and placed underneath the piece of jewelry as a makeshift paperweight. She slipped out of the chambers in quiet agony, hoping that she would see Asami again soon.
AN: Well... um yeah so how was that?