The party soon faded as Korra and Amons' guests began to leave. The last were the lieutenant and Korra's parents. Korra hadn't expected them to have to leave. She thought it was customary for the bride and groom to leave first. She was hoping for that so her parents wouldn't have to feel like they were leaving her. She wanted to relieve them of the burden by leaving first. However, she overheard Amon's men saying they were kicking people out to get to the "consummation".
"What consummation? This was a fake marriage!" Korra thought. The idea of that man being her first irritated the hell out of her. It also scared her to no end.
"Did Amon know about this?" Korra thought, looking at him as he cockily waved goodbye to their guests.
As the doors closed, Korra spoke.
"I hope you don't think this marriage is real. If we're to live together that's fine but I'm my own person. I'm not your slave."
Korra was proud and not afraid to be around Amon since the treaty was in place. So she spoke proudly; turning her back on him and giving him attitude. A monster like him didn't have feelings. He probably didn't even have a soul. He functioned off hate.
Amon began to walk towards Korra slowly as she turns to watch him. Growing fearful as those cold, pale, dead, cerulean eyes followed her as she backed against the wall.
"And any consummation plans you had you can forget about them-!" before Korra could even finish her rant, Amon's thumb was pressed against her larynx stopping her breathing.
"A wife should learn her place." Amon said, she could feel his breath on her face. He smelled of spice.
"I don't know who told you what and I don't really care. But this marriage is very real and as my wife you'll know your place. As promised peace will be between our people and chaos shall stop so long as our alliance does not falter. I really don't care what you don't want to do. If consummating is a fear of yours I'll be more than happy to partake in every part of it. But don't tell me what I won't do. …Nod if you understand me."
Korra nodded; gasping for any kind of air.
"Good girl." Amon dropped Korra onto the hard floor as she gasped for the air that left her. Crying and choking back snot fell to her side on the floor; her eyes fading to black as she passed out.

Korra woke up in a foreign bed. She screamed as she scrambled to the head board. Looking around it was a big bead, with dark blue sheets, mahogany steps beside it. A small clock at the top of the head board. A window besides the bed that wasn't made for opening. "Figures." Korra thought to herself. There was a book shelf that was extensive compared to what she'd seen on Air Temple Island. A bathroom to the right of the bed and two couches in another room where a light was lit.

Korra got out the bed feeling the cool air touch her bare skin. Looking down she realized that she was naked. "What?" Korra began to cry, touching her privates to check for foreign substances.
"That bastard!" Korra thought, finding nothing. She wrapped a blanket around herself and walked to the lit sitting area.
"Amon!" Korra yelled tears rolling down her eyes. "Where the FUCK are my clothes!"
"Apparently not on you." Amon said sitting with his mask off.
Korra looked surprised as she saw the tall, lightly tanned man sitting in his regular attire, no mask, no cares; Just Amon. She didn't know why, but she feared this man more than usual.
He stood walking towards her.
"Korra, my dear, my wife," He knew what he was doing. Goading her with irritation. She knew oh too well what would happen if she rebelled. She hated to admit it. But she was afraid.
"I just assumed you would be more comfortable without anything on." He was a few inches away from her. Too far to touch; but close enough to intimidate.
"You didn't protest when I took them off. You even looked pleased."
"Shut up!" Korra blew fire from her mouth at Amon. But as she did he grabbed her cheeks and pinched them together.
"Did you forget our talk? Do I have to remind you?" As the last word poured off his lips, Amon ripped the blanket from Korra, exposing her.
"Please, stop." Korra reached for his hand to release her face. But as she did she felt a shock of pleasure go through her. Uncontrollably jerking forward she looked down to see Amon massaging her clit with his index. "Ugh…" she muttered, unable to move at the new found sensation.
"Stop fighting me. We're together… forever; whether you like it or not."
"No…" Korra slipped out again; Feeling warmth go down her legs.
Picking Korra up, Amon walked to the longer couch and laid Korra down. Korra laid with her eyes shut, panting at the sudden motion. Amon spread Korra's legs, licking her clit in a circular motion.
"Ah!" was all Korra could say as Amon slipped a finger into the tightness of her folds. Holding her left leg with his arm to keep her still; Amon sped up his pace as he watched her buck for more.
"Avatar, this is wonderful. Isn't it? A man and his wife, fucking." Amon said pulling away from Korra's wet sex.
"I'm not your wife!" Korra snapped in pants, "and this marriage isn't real-!" As Korra rolled onto her knees she felt Amon's hard cock force its way down her throat.
"If I feel teeth or fire you'll lose both." Amon grabbed the back of Korra's hair. Forcing her head back to remove his dick from her warm throat.
"Let's see how much the Avatar knows." Amon released Korra's head and folded his arms. Wanting her to perform it herself; willingly.
Korra grasped him shakily with her right hand. Licking the tip of his erection, slowly sucking down the length of his shaft. "What am I doing?!" She thought. Closing her eyes as she cried; tasting every last drop of his salt essence.
Before he had the chance to relieve himself, Amon picked the tired avatar up and brought her to the bed they shared. Laying her down on her back, Amon was careful. Removing the rest of his clothing and slipping between her legs. Feeling his weight pressed against her Korra felt oddly relaxed; going so far as to place her hand onto his back. Amon placed his forehead against Korra's as he eyed her. He pressed slowly into her as Korra felt the stinging pain as his girth pushed inside her tiny pussy. "Ah!" Korra whined, burying her face into Amon's chest as he shoved his entire erection into her.
Amon was slow at first, constantly fondling her breasts. Korra remained stoic other than small moans and lightly trying to push Amon off.
In her pleasure induced daze, Korra thought of her family, friends, and her status. She wanted to call out for help, but even if someone heard her she really didn't want them to see her in this state.
Amon made a frisk thrust into her which made Korra arch her back and moan.
"Ugh!" Korra cried, wrapping her legs around Amon as he buried his face into her neck; letting low groans escape his lips. With each thrust, Korra felt the pain and pleasure intensify.
"I- please- st-op." she tried to fight through the ordeal; but was a victim to circumstance. "I-I need to p-pee!" Blushing as she shouted the last part, Korra threw her head back as a foreign feeling rushed through her tightening and clinging to Amon's shaft; Korra came hard, biting Amon's ear to conceal the screams.
As she lowered from her high, Amon shot his hot cum into her.
They both looked at one another as Amon fell onto Korra's chest in exhaustion. As their breathing returned to normal, drifting peacefully off to sleep; Korra's eyes drifted down to the man lying between her breasts.
"He looks harmless when he sleeps." She started petting his hair before she even realized this was the enemy, this was the thorn in her side. She hates this man. Yet, he's her first. He's her husband.