Day 2: Hunting
Non-Cannon.
Pairing: Amorralok (Amon x Korra x Tarrlok)
Rating: M+++
Warnings: SMUT, dub-con, M/M, polygamy (M/M/F), incest.
Word Count: 10k
Note: This is for tumblr user MongolianTiger, she requested a succubus Korra story so here it is! It was her brilliant idea that I simply developed in writing and decided to submit for Amorralok Week. Check out her LoK art, it's absolutely amazing.
Plot: Tarrlok and Amon are absolute enemies, one is a councilor hungering for power and fighting to keep Republic City under the Council's thumb, the other is a revolutionist intent on eradicating the skill of bending once and for all and starting a new era. It's the eve of war and nobody knows that these two are siblings or that they meet often despite their differences, nobody…except the dream that decides to hunt them down.
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Amon, the masked menace that everybody has been whispering about, the revolutionist that could declare war on the city at any moment, is still but a man and one of the things that every man must do is sleep. That is how councilman Tarrlok found his nemesis- asleep on a sofa in the home of the councilor himself.
"What are you doing here?" Tarrlok grumbled, shoving the masked man hard but unable to push him off the couch.
"Hm… You're home late." Amon's sleep addled voice provoked him as the man stretched like a lazy cat that felt completely at home.
"It's my house; I can come at whatever time I want." Tarrlok stood back, arms crossed and looking down on the masked man that lay on his cozy navy sofa. "You, on the other hand, are trespassing."
"You wound me." Amon finally sat up, placing a hand to his chest in faux offense. "And here I thought this would be a pleasant social call."
"Get out, Noatak." Tarrlok snapped almost angrily.
"I don't go by that name anymore." The blank mask tilted and those unsettling colorless eyes penetrated the councilor's very soul.
"Fine. Get out, Amon." Tarrlok insisted again, gritting his teeth with annoyance.
"Is that any way to treat your big brother?" Amon sounded mocking.
"You just said you weren't Noatak anymore." The councilor pointed out with irritation. He hated those little games, they were utter ridicule and reminded him that the person he always looked up to was now his biggest foe.
"That doesn't mean I'm any less related to you." Amon counterpointed with that same mocking tone but there was humor and longing in his voice. "That doesn't mean I don't care for you."
"Cut the sibling act. If you cared at all you wouldn't be about to wage war against me." Tarrlok turned his back on the man, a dangerous pose considering Amon's powers, and unceremoniously dropped his coat onto the nearby desk.
"That is an entirely different matter; that is bigger than either of us, little brother." Amon was suddenly serious again and distant as well.
"What do you want, Amon? Come to take my bending or did you just plan on usurping my sofa before you usurp my career?" Tarrlok crossed his arms and once again faced the masked man that still sat on his couch. "And take that vile thing off, I know full well what you look like."
"Is it so bad to want to see my only living relative before war breaks out?" Amon slipped off his mask reluctantly and Noatak emerged, his pale icy eyes were shadowed with dark pits and he looked ashy pale and thin despite his strong physique.
"…You look terrible." Tarrlok refused to acknowledge the question. "Have you been sleeping at all since I last saw you?" That had been a month ago.
"I haven't been resting that well, no." Amon smiled vaguely and mysteriously. "You always knew how to read me better than anyone, Tarrlok."
"Is your conscience getting the best of you or are your Equalist plans simply robbing you of your sleep?" Tarrlok didn't know why he cared but he did, he just didn't want to admit it so he hid behind a shell of snarky defiance. "Given that a hypocritical manipulator like you doesn't have much of a conscience perhaps it is the latter?"
"You forget that you are just as much as hypocrite and manipulator as I am, baby brother." Amon smirked knowingly. "But to answer your question- it is neither."
"Oh? Well, you seem perfectly at ease to sleep in your enemy's house so what exactly is robbing you of your rest?"
"My dreams. They have been rather…Unsettling lately. And I always wake up distinctly drained and lethargic." Amon looked troubled for the first time and his smirk wavered slightly.
"Haunted by a dream? That does not sound like the Noatak I know… But then again, you aren't Noatak anymore, are you?" Tarrlok's angry tone did not subside in the least but he couldn't help but wonder what dream could be so upsetting.
"Does my choice of identity really bother you so much?" Amon raised a curious brow.
"No, your actions and your army are what bother me."
"Is that all? And here I thought you were still sulking because I left you behind all those years ago."
"Shut up." Tarrlok snapped, forgetting himself for a moment and nearly kicking his own coffee table aside.
"You could have come with me, you know?" Amon sounded a little sour as well.
"But I didn't and I did well enough on my own until you decided to show up again." The councilor accused, refusing to uncross his arms.
"You need to loosen up." Amon stood and walked up to his brother, slapping the man companionably on the shoulder. "How about a drink?" He nodded towards the liquor cabinet.
"Why would I waste my alcohol on the likes you?" Tarrlok sniped.
"For old times' sake." Amon grinned lazily and it lit up his tired features considerably.
"…Will you stop invading my property if I do this?" The councilor had already given in and was just trying to salvage a little pride by bargaining.
"Perhaps." Amon's grin widened victoriously.
"Alright. Let's drink." Tarrlok sighed in defeat.
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They shouldn't have drunk so much, they shouldn't have mixed high-grade Water Tribe Frostbite with aged Flame Syrup, they shouldn't have gotten so distracted talking about the past and arguing politics that they drained five bottles of booze before either of them noticed the effects. They shouldn't have done any of that…but they did and now they were out cold, asleep in front of the dying embers of a fireplace on Tarrlok's expensive artic leopard rug with their backs to each other.
Dreams have a funny way of sneaking up on you- one minute they were lying in a drunken stupor and the next they felt so sober and awake so quickly that it simply could not be real. And yet to them it was real, it was so real and vivid that they could still taste alcohol in their mouths and feel the soft fur of the rug beneath them.
"What in the world is going on?" Tarrlok demanded in confusion when he felt himself wake against his will.
"It's the dream." Amon looked around with a mix of fear and excitement. "She's coming for both of us this time."
"She…? Amon, what are you saying?" Tarrlok looked at his brother as if the eldest was mad and he did indeed look a little crazy at the moment with his pale blue eyes searching every shadowy corner.
"You'll see, little brother. She…" Amon never got to finish what he was saying because suddenly he was staring hypnotically into the dying embers in the fireplace, embers that were coming to life again with bright hot flame bursting from them.
"What the…?" Tarrlok followed Amon's gaze and watching in confusion.
The flames were practically dancing now, dancing and waving and twirling like living waves of hot golden fire that shivered, crackled and undulated into the strangest most fantastical shapes, casting bestial shadows all over the dark lounge. And then she appeared.
Her body practically materialized as if the flames were solidifying and she moved in time with them until her gilded silhouette was stepping out of the fireplace lightly and silently with as much grace as the air itself. As her golden figure cooled with the dying fire hissing off her form, her real beauty shined through- she looked young and innocent but with an edge of smug confidence that made her unique, her plump lips were made for kissing, her chatoyant sapphire eyes were hypnotic, captivating and heart-breaking all at the same time, she had lovely caramel skin that looked good enough to lick, her silky chestnut hair fell just below her shoulders in a messy seductive mass of tresses that any man would want to run his fingers through, her curvaceous athletic body was a sculpture of strength with long sinuous limbs, perfectly balanced curves, a heart-shaped rear that was impossible to ignore and pert generous breasts that seemed to beg to be touched. She wore indigo hair ties that framed her face and matching bracelets, other than that she had only a sort of multi-toned blue gossamer strapless dress that hugged her curves tightly and almost translucently with a split up to her thigh and a v-necked cut, it emphasized her body in the lewdest way and allowed a slight indistinct peak at the most intimate corners of her body.
She looked like just any other girl, she could have been any young Water Tribe woman but at the same time she was more beautiful than a Spirit, she was gorgeous, fascinating and alluring like Lust itself and the mere sight of her made the two men want to worship her existence like that of a goddess.
"It's her…" Amon whispered under his breath, completely enraptured. "It's Korra…"
"Seems like we're not alone tonight, Noatak. Aren't you happy that your brother can join us?" The lovely woman had a confident deep smoky female voice that caressed their senses like velour.
"Yes…" Noatak murmured, eyes still transfixed on the beauty before them.
"Who…? What is going on here?" Tarrlok tried to sound commanding and controlled but his voice was awed and he felt as confused as a lost child. Who was this creature that had just slipped into his home like some otherworldly Spirit? And how did she know Amon's real name?
The woman moved closer with unusual grace and crouched down until she was crawling to their sitting forms on all fours with a predatory smirk on her lips, her curves swayed delicately and temptingly in the dying firelight.
"You're a hard man to reach, councilman Tarrlok." The lovely woman was so close to him now that he could smell the cool honey scent of her hair and taste spicy cinnamon from her breath.
"Who are you?" Tarrlok watched her with hard suspicious eyes.
"I am Korra, your dream come true." With those seductive whispered words the woman licked up the curve of his neck with the tip of her tongue, sending shivers down his spine as her hands pulled open each tie of his clothing.
He pushed her back abruptly and tried to scuttle away, tripping all over himself. The councilor had no idea what was going on, he wanted to kick this suspicious girl out, and for that matter Amon as well, but his legs suddenly felt like rubber and he could feel a line of fire blooming on his skin from where she had touched him. His emotions warred between wary fury and the insane urge to pin the woman down and do unspeakable things.
"Get out! Both of you!" Tarrlok commanded shakily.
Korra blinked at the words and then laughed, the councilor had expected it be a delicate tinkling of ladylike giggles but instead it was a loud boisterous peel of laughter that rumbled through the room.
"Oh, Tarrlok… Your resistance is delicious." She licked her lips teasingly and crawled over to Amon, placing an arm around the equalist's shoulder and speaking into the shell of his ear. "Shall we show him how it's done, my pet?"
Before Amon could answer she was kissing him, it was intense, demanding and deliciously brutal with their lips mashing together hungrily with bruising force and their tongues dueling for dominance. Tarrlok couldn't stop staring and watched her pluck open each of the buttons in Amon's clothing as the man shrugged off his armor, he found the sight to be enthralling and irksome all at once and they were rough…If it had been him, he would have kissed her gently, he would have molded their lips together slowly and tenderly.
«What in name of the Spirits am I thinking?!» The councilman berated himself internally, trying to shake the image from his mind. The air was suddenly warm and heavy with an addicting sweet scent that clouded rational thought quite easily.
Korra broke the kiss and Amon licked his lips, staring at her with his eyes half-lidded with desire. She was practically rubbing to him to like a cat in heat now and purring seductive whispers into his ear that led the man to move closer to Tarrlok, looking at the younger brother apologetically.
"What? What's going on?" Tarrlok demanded, tensing for a struggle.
"I'm sorry, little brother." Amon might look tired and bewitched but he moved with speed and grace, pinning the councilor face first to the ground and pulling Tarrlok's shirt off with such force that it ripped, the rest of his clothing soon followed and the younger brother could do nothing but struggle uselessly with his cheek pressed to the rug.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Tarrlok shouted, completely appalled with his face reddening against his will when he finally managed to get away and sit up stark naked.
"His struggling is so adorable." Korra chuckled and her hungry eyes wracked over the councilor's body as she spoke to Amon. "Isn't his struggling adorable, Noatak?"
"…" Amon hesitated for the first time, unable to look his brother in the eye and moving to Korra like a trained beast straining against a leash.
"Oh? What's this?" Korra traced Amon's jaw, noticing the troubled downcast expression. "Are you resisting me too? I thought I had tamed you long ago." She smirked smugly and kissed him again, pulling off his clothes in the process.
Amon didn't resist her but this time he didn't help either and merely sat there shamelessly but strained once he found himself as nude as Tarrlok and yet the longer she kissed him the less he seemed inclined to tense up and began to relax and reach out to touch her.
Tarrlok suddenly realized that he was moving closer as well and forced himself to stop. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to kiss her and taste that lovely caramel skin, he wanted to obey her every whim like a slave but at the same time his mind was screaming that he had to run away, he had to fight his own instincts because this was simply preposterous- why would he ever want to make love to a stranger with his brother in the equation as well? It was irrational.
"Tarrlok…" She practically sung his name as soon as her plump swollen lips disconnected from Amon's. "Come give me a kiss."
"I…Y…No…No!" The councilman wavered but then shook his head against the lust and tried to back away, resisting the urge to obey with all his might.
"Stop fighting me!" Korra commanded aggressively.
"No. Go away!" Tarrlok argued and noted how the more he fought the easier it was to move and think and the more he resisted, the more Amon seemed to come to his senses as well.
"I said…Stop." Korra growled out the words, suddenly the whole room was shaking and her glaring eyes glowed bright bluish-white, radiating a power so intense that both men were paralyzed and helpless to resist.
Tarrlok panicked, he feared that if he looked at her any longer he would lose his mind but he couldn't stop staring because something was happening- Korra was changing.
The dress shredded away like cobweb as iridescent scaly black wings sprang from her back only to then fold tightly around her torso, pushing up her breasts like a natural underbust corset that hugged her skin ruthlessly; long dark uniquely folded horns grew among the shinning locks of her hair; an equally dark serpentine tail sprouted just above her rear and stretched until it was longer than her legs and a heart-shaped tip unfurled; her skin practically shimmered in the dying firelight, her perfect nails darkened, her pearly white teeth revealed a hint of fang and the glow of her white eyes could tear apart a man's soul.
«Demon.» The word crossed Tarrlok's numb mind before he corrected himself. «No…Succubus.»
"Yes, that's right, Tarrlok." Korra appeared to have read his thoughts or perhaps he had spoken out loud without noticing. "Now, come kiss me. I promise you'll enjoy it."
"I…No…" The councilor couldn't move but he resisted and fought until he could lift his hands and he tried to bloodbend the creature.
"Ah ah, nope." She shook her finger at him in playful warning. "That won't work on me, dear." Korra laughed again and suddenly Tarrlok was the one getting dragged to her by the pull of his own blood as if she had turned his own skill against him.
The sound the younger brother's shouts of surprise and agony snapped Amon out his daze and he instinctively tried to bloodbend as well to defend the other man but that just caused Korra to glare at him, her eyes flashing even brighter until he was kneeling at her feet in submission.
"I wanted to do this the easy way. I wanted you both to love me on your own accord but it seems the only way men like you learn is by power." Korra crooned the words and those eyes of hers pierced into their souls until their own eyes were blank and their minds became marinated in the lust.
She blinked and the glow receded until her gaze was its normal chatoyant sapphire again and with it the men regained their senses but they could resist her no longer, nothing else in the world seemed to matter, nothing was important to them anymore except Korra, powerful stunning Korra whose powers had bested them and charmed them.
"Now kiss me, Tarrlok." She ordered for the third time.
Tarrlok couldn't fight it anymore, he felt as if he was burning from the inside out and Korra was the water that would drown those flames. He kissed her before he even knew what he was doing- her lips were plump and smooth like rose petals, her tongue was teasing and playful, her taste was a drug that numbed his senses and only enflamed the flames of desire even further but he couldn't get enough of it and had to kiss her more and more, molding their mouths together as one and deepening the kiss until his tongue was practically waltzing hers and grazing her lovely pointed teeth.
"Much better." She purred huskily in approval once the kiss broke. "Noatak?"
Amon leaned close and kissed her as well with the same bruising intensity of before, once again he was totally under her spell and Tarrlok watched them with morbid fascination, for some illogical reason he wanted to join in, he wanted to kiss them both, he wanted to touch them both. Before the councilor could decide what to do, Amon was grabbing his wrist and pulling him close until the brothers had their hard muscular bodies pressed to supple curves of Korra's smooth skin in a clash or caramel, cinnamon and tan flesh.
They were long past words, all they craved now was feeling and although both brothers still had an instinctive urge to resist nestled at the back of their minds, they didn't give in to such a thing because if there was one thing they wanted more than to retain their dignity and control, it was to possess this beautiful creature in their arms and submit to her power.
One of Tarrlok's arms snaked around her wing-encased waist as he began to kiss down her jaw and delicate throat while Amon continued to kiss her with breathtaking intensity, one hand still holding onto Tarrlok while the other ran through the strands of her silky hair. The kiss broke and he began to suck at her neck hard enough to bruise while Tarrlok continued to kiss lower, slowly and teasingly pecking at her shoulders; each brother soon had a hand on one of Korra's breasts, they palmed the generous mounds together- Amon was rough and possessive, digging his fingers into her supple flesh and kneading into it until Korra's breath was hitched in her throat; Tarrlok was gentle and teasing, flicking her nipple and teasing it with feathery spiraling touches that made her arch her chest for more.
A soft moan spilled from Korra's lips, the sound was musical and sent a shot of pure excitement through the men, they were already rock hard, they had been from the moment she materialized into the room but now their cocks felt like aching bars of steel that leaked clear droplets of fluid as they pressed and grinded to her body like animals in heat. Korra chuckled and her smooth hands caressed down their bodies to find their straining erections, her gentle fingers wrapped around the heated velvety skin of both shafts and tugged just hard enough to make them groan in unison.
They were hers now, completely and undoubtedly hers. Korra had them on a leash of need and passion, one that would addict them to her until they could no longer live without this woman, this bewitching creature, and would willingly feed her their life force if she just asked.
Tarrlok's mouth slipped down to her breasts, sucking a nipple into his lips and lashing at it with his tongue as he resisted the urge to thrust his strained cock into her hand to rush the slow teasing strokes of her fingers. Korra moaned again and Amon joined his brother, biting down on her neglected nipple until they had her panting for more and her hands stroked faster and more demandingly but still far too slow to do anything more than just rile them up further.
Korra's tail seemed to have a mind of its own, it trailed up Tarrlok's spine teasingly, its absurdly smooth tip caressed in swirls until shivers were running down the councilor's skin while she watched them both suckle and bite on her breasts like hungry infants. Eventually she pulled them back up and nuzzled each of their noses with her own playfully and affectionately, still keeping a firm hold on their strained erections as she decided how to tease them more.
"Tell me, my pets, what would like to do?" She purred the words sensually, allowing their hands to crawl up her thighs and hips eagerly, she wasn't in any rush though.
"To please you, my queen." Both brothers replied in unison and the succubus smirked smugly at their words.
"Of course but..." Korra kissed up Tarrlok's neck leaving blossoming burns in the wake of her lips, her hands were now caressing up both men's backs leaving them hot and wanting for more provocative touches. She whispered darkly- "Tell me your heart's deepest desires."
Deepest desires…Several things crossed the councilman's mind, in background of his thoughts his wish for power and adulation sparked in images of himself as the savior of the city, as a man far superior than his father and a leader of the people but it was all drowned by other desires, by dreams and fantasies of the things he wanted to do to this woman and by the look on Amon's face he was going through a very similar internal struggle as his own dark wishes of non-bender equality and power were smothered by lust and passion.
"Oh… I see." Korra crooned and sat on the navy couch looking down on the two men that crawled to her, they hadn't said a word but apparently she could see into their hearts and minds that easily but neither of them cared that she invaded their thoughts, in fact they welcomed her presence in their minds as much as they welcomed the closeness of her skin that they were once again covering in kisses and hungry suckled marks.
"Korra…" Amon murmured pleadingly in adoration, pressing his kneeled body to hers with a needy whimper and kissing up her shoulders. "Please…"
"Please what, Noatak?" The succubus smiled sweetly at the man's subdued manner and her sapphire eyes twinkled with mirth as she pat his coffee colored hair.
"Let me love you…" Amon sounded frustrated, as if he had begged for that same thing time and time again and had always been denied. "Please…"
"Alright, my pet." Korra caressed Amon's cheek tenderly. "This time I'm yours."
Amon kissed her so swiftly and passionately that even Korra was surprised for a moment but she kissed back, stealing his breath and reveling in his devotion as his tongue delved into her mouth again, tasting and claiming every delicious corner while feeding on that venom of hers that turned him into aroused putty in her hands.
Tarrlok watched them with a mix of fascination and possessive jealousy. It was irrational, he had only just met this woman, he should be disgusted at the thought of being naked in her arms with his own brother and enemy and he did not want to become a slave to some demon but none of that really mattered because he wanted her, he needed her like he needed air and his jealousy had nothing to do with the attention she was giving Amon, it wasn't because he wanted her to himself alone, he was envious because he wanted to join, he wanted to be granted to permission to love her as well and he didn't even know why.
Amon broke the hungry kiss and spread her thighs with brusque violence, for a moment Tarrlok thought his brother was going to mount the succubus like some wild beast but Amon had other plans- he crawled up between her legs and began placing rough kisses up the caramel insides of her thighs, propping one of her legs over his shoulder as he stared up at her with lustful eyes.
Korra grinned and bit the corner of her lip with a pearly fanged tooth in excited amusement and Tarrlok could only stare entranced as the folds of her sex parted like some exotic blossoming flower to reveal an inviting slick pink interior as Amon continued to kiss and bite up her smooth inner thighs, slowly coming closer that ultimate prize. The councilor couldn't stand staying still much longer and kneeled up to Korra's side, kissing the corner of her mouth for attention and fondling one of her breasts amorously in his large palm while his other hand slid up her back.
"Feeling left out?" Korra snickered teasingly and kissed Tarrlok with tenderness, practically sucking his tongue into her mouth as one of her hands tangled into Amon's hair to demand more.
Tarrlok didn't reply, he kissed her deeper than he had ever kissed anyone in his life, it was a breathless gnashing of lips and he simply couldn't get enough of that spicy cinnamon flavor of hers that heightened his arousal and lust like pouring gasoline onto a fire. He tweaked her nipple between his fingers, twisting it lightly until she was moaning into the kiss and his other hand climbed up her neck and into her hair until he was tracing those intriguing horns of hers- they were hard but velvety and strangely warm as if blood pulsed through them as well.
Korra gasped and broke the kiss, tilting her head back with her eyes half-lidded with pleasure and a moan slipping past her lips; the cause for such a reaction was evident- one side Amon breathed cool wisps of air onto her exposed pearl and was now taking his time to leisurely lick at her slippery cunt while his fingers pried her folds open, on the other end Tarrlok was tugging at both her nipples in one hand while the other caressed a curved horn deliciously slow, apparently the unique appendages were almost as sensitive as the all the other erogenous zones they were currently touching.
Amon chuckled, seeming to enjoy the reaction and kissed the intimate core of her body as if it were her mouth, exploring with a lascivious tongue and circling his thumb around her throbbing pearl as he feasted on the bittersweet nectar of Korra's arousal. She moaned even louder and clawed her hands up his shoulders, scratching in a silent plea for more while Tarrlok became bolder and moved up to slide his tongue along the warm velvety curves of her horn as his hands kneaded into her slopes of her breasts, causing her to writhe in their arms and moan even louder arching to their touches with blushed cheeks and a debased expression of need on her face that appeared to empower and addict both men with surprising ease.
"Um…Yes… More…" Korra moaned out huskily and both her legs hooked over Amon's shoulders as she smirked at Tarrlok. "Stand, my pet."
Even though something in the back of his head told him to stop submitting, even if he hated the little humiliating term of endearment, Tarrlok promptly obeyed and stood right next to her, his cock was standing at attention like angry exclamation point and his hands still trailed instinctively in her hair and horns, caressing adoringly while he watched her lovely face tilt closer to kiss up the ridge of his length, the action made him tense with sudden sensation and when she dragged her tongue across his entire shaft Tarrlok couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure.
Korra was slow and teasing, something about her mouth was different from that of a normal woman, it was almost too hot, her saliva was bubbly and more slippery than expected and the way her smooth tongue could twist around the head of Tarrlok's cock made him believe that every part of her must be made for sex, for pleasure, and she proved it easily when she sucked him between her lips, swirling her tongue around his length as she explored, tasted and sucked deeper and deeper, matching her rhythm with Amon's as he explored her core with his eager tongue as well, making her groan and squirm almost as much as Tarrlok while the councilman tangled his fingers into her hair, trying to retain some control when all he wanted to do was thrust into that deliciously willing mouth.
Amon watched them both with heated eyes, he didn't display any of the instinctive jealousy that Tarrlok could barely repress, instead he seemed to enjoy the situation immensely. The equalist licked up to Korra's pearl, swirling his tongue around it in delicate figure eights faster and faster while he slipped a couple of fingers into her dripping cunt and pumped slowly, by the way she was suddenly sucking on Tarrlok frantically fast and deep it was obvious that she was right on edge and Amon intended to push her over that limit and watch her beautiful face contort with pleasure and if Tarrlok happened to climax as well then that was all the better.
The dying red-gold glow of the firelight cast strange living shadows all over Korra's gorgeous skin as she squirmed and moaned under Amon's ministrations, he kept at it faster and harder until she had to let go of Tarrlok and arched her whole body to Amon, tugging almost painfully at his hair as she cried out in exquisite pleasure, every muscle in her body seemed to unwind, her eyes rolled back, she could barely breathe, every inch of her body quivered, her sex practically drooled with hot nectar as she climaxed- it was fast but so mesmerizing to watch that it seemed to go on forever while Amon licked up her honey and Tarrlok, albeit frustrated and overheated, automatically kneeled next to her trying to get a taste as well, just the scent of her that filled the room was intoxicating, to actually taste her was mind-numbing.
"My, my…That tongue is almost as talented as mine…" Korra panted out the words breathily and caressed Amon's cheek, motioning for him to move up so she could kiss him and taste her own salty sweetness in his rough mouth.
Tarrlok was once again feeling the jealousy chew him from the inside, he was frustrated, conflicted, on edge, highly aroused and his brother was hogging their beautiful succubus all to himself. The councilor tried to capture her attention again by kissing up her arm, he wanted to talk, he wanted to shove Amon away but for some reason he couldn't.
"Someone is getting a little frustrated." Korra chuckled as the kiss broke apart but Amon was reluctant to relent his position between her thighs which just made the succubus laugh a little. "I think it's time you boys learned to get along with each other."
"What?" Tarrlok enquired a little surprised as both brothers stared at her in dazed confusion.
"You're brothers, you have to learn to love each other again or you'll never be able to share me, my pets." She smirked smugly again and pushed them both back on the rug, she then sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs, looking down on them domineeringly.
"We can get along!" Amon declared almost immediately while trying to crawl up to her again. "We can, we can share!"
"Yes, let us share!" Tarrlok felt the jealousy get replaced with immediate panic at the thought that she could push them away over something as stupid at their own selfishness and enmity. He too was arguing as he tried to press to her legs. "We can love each other."
"Good, then prove it." Korra snickered; apparently she was enjoying this little game. "Kiss."
The brothers looked at each other uneasily, they were under her spell and their minds were addled by lust but they weren't so far gone that they could forget their issues and blood relation that easily and that was what hindered them, not the physical aspect but the emotional side.
"W-what? Why?" Tarrlok stuttered nervously but was already inching closer to Amon with the natural desire to obey his mistress.
"Because I said so." Korra snapped a little forcefully, making them wince at her tone.
"But…He's my little brother…" Amon protested weakly, already pulling Tarrlok to him.
"Consider this an expression of brotherly love…for me, boys." Korra urged seductively, she pouted almost innocently and her voice filled their senses like a sweet poisonous mist.
They didn't really like the idea but they wanted to obey more than anything so they kissed, it was shallow and hesitant at first but after a few seconds all doubt went out the window and the kiss became an intense mash of lips, it was all teeth and aggressive tongue work and before they knew it they were both fighting for control over the kiss, hands in each other's hair while their strapping naked bodies molded together and their aching cocks grinding together much for Korra's viewing pleasure. The line of what was normal and what was abhorrent began to blur, the things that made them enemies now seemed like distant little grains of sand lost in a beach of memories and when they broke apart, both brothers were panting in puffs of hot air and Tarrlok's hair was loosening from its ties messily.
"Was that so hard?" Korra crooned.
They shook their heads in reply and waited for her next command, hoping that this time they'd get to touch her again; she had other plans though and that became evident when she leaned back on the couch even more lazily, stark naked with her tail swishing around indolently.
"Noatak, come here." Korra waited until Amon was close again and she forced him to lean with his back to her legs, his head tipped over her lap and she pinned his writs to her sides and smiled. "You must be quite frustrated since you haven't been touched yet." The succubus smirked. "Let Tarrlok take care of you." Not that Amon had much choice in the position she had just placed him in.
"How?" Tarrlok was almost afraid to ask but a single look into those playful sapphire eyes of hers and he knew he'd do anything she demanded.
"The same way I teased you, baby." Korra licked her lips and smirked even more, she nodded at Amon's exposed body. "Get to work."
Tarrlok obeyed but his rebellious mind dictated that if he was going to do anything she said then he was going to do it at his own pace. He moved over the elder brother and slowly trailed his tongue down the column of Amon's throat, his hands rested on the man's sides as his mouth slid lower and lower, his tongue dipped into the hollow of Amon's throat and then continued leaving trails of saliva until his lips latched onto a coppery nipple and he bit teasingly, watching when the man sucked in a breath at the sudden jolt of sensation. Holding the equalist's pleasure on the palm of his hand was a heady experience, having such control over the elder brother that had abandoned him, the best friend that had betrayed him, was empowering and amusing in a twisted sort of way; in fact, under Korra's spellbinding lust he thought he could almost get used to it and enjoy it thoroughly.
"Let's make this an interesting show, shall we?" Tarrlok murmured under his breath with a hint of his natural personality shinning through and continued to lick and tease his way down Amon's body until he was facing a large, imposing pulsating cock that already dribbled fluid onto the man's stomach.
Tarrlok ran a finger down the edge of the shaft and Amon shivered, biting the inside of his cheek for a shred of self-control, the councilman liked the reaction, he liked the idea of making the other man lose his precious control so easily and that insight was what crumbled his resistance completely. He licked slowly and explored Amon's cock like some exotic treat, slathering it up with saliva until the elder brother was struggling against Korra's powerful hold and arching his hips up in a silent plea for more. The councilor smirked, much like the succubus was, and slowly sucked the shaft between his lips, taking a little bit more each time he bobbed his head slowly, his eyes never left Amon's face but now the man wasn't looking back because his eyes were shut and he was groaning low in his throat.
Tarrlok intended to continue to tease, he wanted to keep being slow and careful but Korra had other plans- her tail was gliding down the councilor's back again until it reached his rear and though Tarrlok had managed to disregard it so far he was shocked when the tip of her tail breached his nether entrance, causing him to gasp wide eyed and accidentally suck as much of Amon's shaft down his throat as he could. Korra chuckled at the reaction, she continued to hold the elder brother down by his wrists and her tail probed and twisted its way inside Tarrlok's ass while leaking some sort of gooey hot substance that melted his resistance while the appendage touched spots inside his body that he didn't know existed and made him see sparks as he impulsively sucked and dragged the edges of his teeth across Amon's cock.
Both men were soon groaning, squirming and moaning at the sensations, neither of them in control of anything anymore as they were both forced to submit to pleasure under the succubus's command but just before they could find a little release, just before they could climax, she pulled her tail out of Tarrlok and gently pushed the younger brother away with the tip of her foot, causing them both to moan in protest. Amon was panting and staring up at her pitifully, Tarrlok was restraining a humiliating whine and trying to crawl closer again- they looked like prey that were willingly begging to be devoured by a hungry predator.
"You look so stunning right now, boys." Korra laughed lightly in provocation and both men almost blushed with shame and unfulfilled lust. "I think you deserve a little reward for such a nice show."
She let go of Amon and pushed him away as well before she slipped onto the soft rug herself and spread her legs invitingly again, revealing the glossy interior of her thighs that were glazed over with the fluids that leaked freely from her core. Both brothers stared enraptured and eagerly expectant.
"Tarrlok." She murmured his name seductively and used her finger to motion him closer, he obeyed right away and crawled over her on all fours until he was nestled between her legs, pressing his achingly hard cock to her slippery folds, his hair spilled all over now, curtaining clumsily around them as he stared into her hypnotic sapphire eyes.
"Korra, please…" The councilman whispered out in total frustration, grinding his body to hers as he stared at her otherworldly beauty.
"You did a wonderful job obeying… Do you want me, Tarrlok? Do you want to love me? To fuck me?" The succubus grinned and watched him nod desperately as her hands slipped up his sides sensuously. "Go right ahead."
He didn't have to be told twice, in one quick but gently move Tarrlok was already sliding his rock hard length into her tight slippery cunt, groaning at the heat and intense sensation that her constricting core imprinted onto the most sensitive part of his body. Korra hissed a little at the delicious feeling too, arching her hips off the ground to meet his shallow thrusts and moaning when he pressed closer to lick at her exposed neck and kiss her feverishly again.
Amon did not allow himself to be left out; he moved up behind Tarrlok and instinctively kissed up the man's back in some sort of retribution for the earlier actions while his hands sneaked around to grope at the succubus's breasts with rough demanding fingers. Korra approved and let out more musical moans that were like injections of adrenaline for the two men, her own hands glided up Tarrlok's thighs and hips to spread his ass cheeks apart, she then grinned up at Amon.
"Show Tarrlok a little of your love too, Noatak." Korra moaned out the order huskily.
Amon didn't protest in the least, he was too far gone and lost to need and lust to complain but like Tarrlok, he rebelled by taking his time rather than rushing to fulfill the order. He pressed his large body to Tarrlok's back, pinning the younger brother to the sensual succubus beneath them, and as he bit lightly along the councilor's shoulder, he guided his hard heavy cock into the younger man's nether entrance; Amon expected to find some resistance, some tension, but it became obvious that Korra had planned this because the slimy substance from her succubus tail ensure that his shaft slid right into Tarrlok's tight ass without a struggle and soon he was slamming his cock into the councilor all the way down to the root. Amon didn't really know what he was supposed to feel about the current position, he felt insane pleasure but he was conflicted, he was supposed to show only hate and scorn for this man and yet he always wanted to protect Tarrlok, he loved him as much as he had grown to love Korra and he wanted to show it, this wasn't just a way to satisfy his lust, it was far deeper than that and seemed to fill a hole in him that nothing else could.
Tarrlok groaned and clung to Korra in surprise and unexpected pleasure, Amon's thrusts made him slam even deeper into Korra's body too until his length was kissing the mouth of her womb and all three of them were turning into shivering masses of sensation. To be so filled and to fill so deeply at the same time was the most foreign and intensely pleasurable thing Tarrlok had ever even dreamed of experiencing and he could barely think coherently anymore as he felt the strong shielding body behind him and the beautiful supple creature beneath him. The sheer lewdness and debasement of the scene was the stuff of dark secret fantasies that should never be fulfilled and yet they were all hungering for more.
At first the councilor felt like just some sort of conductor between the succubus and his brother, unwillingly feeling pleasure that he should not want but craved anyway, but as they found a mind-numbing rhythm and Korra scratched all over his flesh, crying out for more and panting his name as Amon continued to fill his skin with bites and kisses while groaning and thrusting eagerly, everything began to change- he wasn't just a conductor, he wasn't just bystander sucked into whatever twisted relationship those two had, he wasn't submitting to a monster and an enemy against his will, he was actually enjoy everything, it was the most intense and overwhelming experience of his life and for the first time in decades he actually felt truly loved for what he was and not what he tried to be.
Their rhythm became too frantic, too wild, it was too much for Tarrlok, to be assaulted with sizzling pleasure from both ends of his body was turning his brain to mush and he didn't think he could hang on much longer, especially when he no longer had control of the pace and Korra's cries of pleasure rang in his ears like a physical force pushing him closer and closer to orgasm, he had to bite the inside of his cheek until it bled to hold back and still he didn't think he could stand the overstimulation much longer.
"Let go, Tarrlok. It's ok." Korra held his face and kissed him. It was all too much- her gentle voice, her tender lips, her warm hands, her squeezing cunt that seemed to make him melt until they were fused together, Amon's thrusts into some spot inside that made him tremble and electrified his skin, the tight embrace they both held him in…
He could take it, Tarrlok once again obeyed Korra's command and let go of any resistance, allowing the tight coil of pleasure that had been tightening inside his body to snap under pressure and the climax washed over him so powerfully that every muscle froze and he found himself crying out like an animal in heat as his hands fisted into the rug and his strained cock spurted jets of creamy seed inside the lovely succubus that seemed to revel in his pleasure as much as she did in her own as if she was feeding off his every reaction.
At last, Amon and Korra disentangled from Tarrlok, both of them on edge and still unfulfilled but they seemed more than happy to watch the councilor collapse into a shivering mass of drained pleasure, panting on the floor with his skin flushed and his naked body slick with sweat.
"What a gorgeous sight…" Korra hummed and crawled to Tarrlok, licking up his cheek lewdly as his frothy white essence dripped between her legs obscenely. "Don't get too comfortable though, we're not done yet, my pet."
The succubus's words held a hint of threat and promise but Tarrlok couldn't rationalize enough to understand her, all he knew was that suddenly Korra and Amon were licking all over his body again, she was suckling at the coppery disks of his nipples and slipping her fingers into his mouth to keep him from holding back his panted moans while Amon slid lower and sucked the councilor's cock, savoring the mingled taste of Tarrlok and Korra while he ensured that the younger man would soon be right on edge again and ready to continue whatever Korra had planned and yet there was an aggressive and impatient edge to Amon's pleasurable actions, he had been denied his own climax for far too long and seemed about to snap even though he refused to rush as he caressed, licked and sucked all over Tarrlok's throbbing oversensitive length.
At some point Korra stopped and motioned for Amon to do the same, she then kissed Tarrlok deeply and passionately, teasing his tongue with her own and feeding him that delicious cinnamon flavor of hers while her tail caressed all over Amon's body, wrapping around his cock just this side of too tightly which made the man groan in frustration. When the kiss broke, Tarrlok looked dazed and needy all over again and Korra whispered something but it didn't register on either of their minds because she was crawling over the councilor with her flawless back to him and her perfect heart-shaped ass grinding to his hard cock, her actions made him groan low in his throat but when Korra guided his rigid length into her tight nether entrance Tarrlok jolted at the sensation and sat up, clinging to her sides and feeling the strangely silken and sequined texture of her scaly wings that still clung snuggly to her skin.
Amon was watching enthralled but he couldn't handle waiting much longer and took his place between her legs, rubbing his leaking hard shaft between the folds of her drenched sex and making her moan loudly when his cock bumped her pearl while Tarrlok filled her from behind.
"More. Take me too, Noatak." Korra demanded, lacing one of her hands with Amon's as her other sneaked up behind her to tangle in Tarrlok's hair.
Amon had just been waiting for that order and in no time at all he was slamming his rigid shaft into her tight core. It was unbelievable and almost impossible to describe, the brothers could almost feel each other through her body, the succubus was so tight that both men thought their cocks would be engraved with the texture of her flesh and yet she was so hot and so wet that they couldn't stop moving and quickly found a set pace that had them all groaning and panting.
Korra's head tipped back over Tarrlok's shoulder and he mimicked her early actions and slipped two fingers in her mouth, forcing her to suck and keeping her from holding back those loud high pitched moans that did strange things to the men's insides and drove them wild, his other hand continued to hold her by her hip and he kissed up the side of her neck sensually; as for Amon, he still had the fingers of one hand laced with Korra's while the other hand grasped at her thigh to pull her closer as he leaned forward to plant rough kisses on her breasts while they continued to fuck her… And fuck would be the proper term because while there was a soft edge of adoration and love in their actions, this was not making love, it was a hard relentless hungry fucking of animals who could think of nothing but blind pleasure.
Korra was practically screaming and clinging to them so hard that her sharp nails scratched almost by accident and her body undulated like water between them, at that moment she was more than just beautiful, she was passion itself she glowed like a Spirit, urging them for more. Tarrlok was clinging to sanity by a thread, physically he was right on edge again and continued to move frantically with the others but he never wanted to let her go no matter how much his mind protested that he was being foolish to fall in love with a demon. Amon seemed almost as edgy and clingy as well, he was pounding into her body like there was no tomorrow and his mouth appeared intent on marking her flawless perspired caramel flesh like a sign of possession.
Soon Korra was screaming louder than ever, her hands found their way to the men's thighs and clawed as she climaxed- the succubus arched and seized, trembling in their arms as the buildup of repressed pleasure in her body broke like a dam and washed over her like a tsunami of sensation that made her eyes screw shut and the inner corners of her body clamped down trying to milk the men dry. The brothers could take that much stimulation, her reactions were too perfect, too well timed, too overwhelming, and in seconds they were tipping over the edge as well and climaxing with her, pumping Korra's body full of their essence that it seemed to crave until they all collapsed aside in a trembling, panting, sweaty mass of tangled limbs and molded bodies.
"Do you love me, boys?" Korra breathed out the words in soft pants as they caught their breaths in the warm tingly afterglow of delicious sex.
"Yes, Korra." Both brothers mumbled back in unison, almost too tired to articulate any sound but alert enough to mean every word they said because they did love her, in some twisted dark way she had used her body to take hold of their hearts in her little hands and she didn't seem willing to ever let go.
"Wonderful." Korra smirked smugly at both of them. "I think like you two as well… I might even grow to love you both." She smiled sincerely but there was darkness in her words for to have the love of a succubus was to sign a death sentence, if she decided she really loved them, if she never got tired or bored of them, she would keep hunting them down, making them slaves to her will and feeding off their very life force until the end of their miserable days.
Tarrlok and Amon were exhausted, they were sapped and possibly more tired than they had ever been in their entire lives but she didn't let them rest for long, Korra seemed determined to push them, to drain them of every little bit of energy and they were too obsessed with pleasing her to deny any thing she wished so when she ordered them to stand they did, facing each other on shaky legs with only the back of the couch for support.
Korra kneeled between the two standing brothers and proceeded to grasp both their cocks in her smooth hands, rubbing until they were once again hardening and pulsating in her hands so she could lick and suck them together. Both brothers slipped a hand in her hair, caressing her sensitive antlers and using her to steady their bodies as she continued to rub them in unison and suckle at their shafts in turns until they were both groaning and panting, then she sped up the process but forcing her tail into Amon's ass and suckling extra hard. They snapped, it was impossible to resist her pleasure and in minutes they were spilling creamy white essence into her mouth, watching her swallow what didn't dribble onto her chest with a predatory grin as her eyes seemed to be about to glow again.
It was too much, she was feeding off more than their bodies and lust, she was latching onto their emotions and neither Tarrlok nor Amon could handle it anymore, they collapsed into her arms, panting and curling to Korra's body as she pet them and hummed some tune that lulled them into the obscurity of blank empty dreaming.
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Epilogue:
Amon was ready for war but he was still stunned and suspicious by how easy it all was, City Hall was already falling and the government was barely able to put up a fight against the Equalist army. Then again the major pebble in his path had been removed already, making everything considerably simpler.
He did not know why but rather than fight him head on and become the savior of the city, Tarrlok had surrendered. The councilor had given himself up to the police willingly and allowed them to arrest him for the violation of human rights that his draconian measures had incurred, he also seemed to have some other crime under his belt that would keep him locked away for a long time but Amon suspected that Tarrlok just didn't want to fight his brother anymore, after they had woken from that drunken stupor in the councilor's home the atmosphere had been completely different and Amon was secretly glad that that his little brother had surrendered because he was no longer sure he could go through with his plan of fighting and taking Tarrlok's bending .
Amon wasn't really certain what had changed between them, perhaps the dream they had shared that night had closed a distance between them that so many years apart had created, perhaps that haunting dream of lust and insanity had closed the hole that their mutual betrayal had opened. However, Amon didn't really believe that a dream, no matter how intense, could change things so deeply, even if they had shared it, a dream was still just a dream… But then why had they woken up thirteen hours later feeling like a hangover would have been a blessing compared to how drained they felt? And the scratches…How could they explain all the scratches on their flesh and their state of nudity? Amon preferred to chalk it all up to some stupid drunken adventure but deep down something felt…off…And every night he still craved for that dream to visit him, every day he felt himself break apart into depression and withdrawal little by little because he missed that addicting dream…
Amon shook his masked head to clear away such thoughts and concentrated on the task at hand- his forces were invading Air Temple Island and as soon as it was secure he planned on eradicating airbending once and for all by cleansing all four known airbenders on the island, the last of their kind.
The Acolytes didn't put up much of a fight against equalist weapons and the weakened amount of police force was hardly a threat, in fact Amon was confident that he would get not only the airbenders but the Chief of Police in this little raid and that would be one of the biggest blows the city could take but he was surprised again when councilman Tenzin surrendered willingly and asked only that his whole family be brought before Amon together. The masked equalist agreed to this request thinking that the councilor might want to reach some sort of truce or appeal to Amon's mercy, unfortunately the equalist leader was determined to prove that such leniency would not occur.
Tenzin came in shackles, with three children at his heels, his wife carrying a newborn infant, Chief Beifong and one other figure that was shadowed behind the airbender.
"I thought you said your family. I see two more that don't fit that description." Amon snapped in his imposing dark voice.
"Chief Beifong is like family and… And my protégé wished to meet you." Tenzin cleared his throat nervously; his eyes darted at the figured that now stood beside him with fear and anxiety etched in his features.
Amon's voice was caught in his throat and he froze as his eyes landed on the new figure, all because it was her. The protégé that the airbender mentioned was none other than Korra, the creature who haunted his dreams and was now smiling sweetly and victoriously before him, wearing her human form and Water Tribe clothing.
"Hello, Noatak." She purred in a gentle whisper.
Amon fell to his knees, his strength was sapped and he could only stare at the woman before him in a hypnotic daze, he ignored the confused looks of his underlings, the questions about the name Noatak and the demand for orders.
Nobody knew why but Amon surrendered then and there. Victory was at the tip of his fingers but he let it slip and gave himself up without thinking twice, many of his followers fell behind him, trusting his judgment and believing that perhaps their leader had seen a bigger threat than failure, others in his ranks rebelled and mutiny ensued but that was their doom and with the forces tearing apart from the inside, the Equalist Army fell easily to the URN navy and its leader was incarcerated without even having a chance to play his trump card, his bloodbending.
Amon was imprisoned with his brother after confessing to the entirety of his crimes and lies; he was sentenced to life in prison and found out that the mysterious Korra had been contracted by the Air Temple to end the war. Amon didn't care for any of that and neither did Tarrlok, they didn't give a damn that they were to be locked up in a metal cage for the rest of their lives because they were already trapped long before the police placed them in cuffs, their souls had been hunted and devoured already and all they cared about now was the lovely dream that promised to haunt their jail cell every single night until they day they had been drained dry by that predator that they loved so much.