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Illusion

"God has given you one face, yet you make for yourselves another."

- William Shakespeare

They both wear masks, in a sense. Whether it is a physical one like his, or a face of fearlessness like hers; they are both the slaves of their own deceptions. Pride and self-righteousness live in both, and neither will admit to their 'illusions of grandeur', shall we call it? Both are far too stubborn to accept the reality of the situation, and so choose the lies and deception that they have built up to keep themselves safe. But slowly, those walls will be torn down, brick-by-brick and stone-by-stone. For now, they are content with their walls, believing them to be impenetrable, and so they revel in their self-inflicted shams. But, this is where I come in. Allow me to properly introduce myself to you; I am known as Amorvincitomnia ('Amor Vincit Omnia' is Latin for 'Love Conquers All'), but my friends call me Amorra for short. I am not what you would call a 'normal' person, far from it; in fact, I am a spirit. A higher being. One who has unbelievable powers. I am known in many guises and by many pseudonyms, but that doesn't change the reality of the fact that I hate it when people do exactly what Amon and our dear Avatar Korra are doing. I am a very powerful spirit, and I am not afraid to use that power. The only question is: what to do? I decided I needed some help, and only two other spirits could possibly be up to helping me in such an important matter. I'm sure you are all already familiar with Moon Spirit Yue; well, she's first on my list and she's always eager to help resolve problems of this caliber. The second person I get help from is my brother, call him Shadow or else you will regret it. Shadow and I are twins, identical brother and sister; only I'm so much better looking than him.

"So, what are we going to do about the young Avatar and the Equalist leader?" I asked my comrades as we all sat down for spirit-tea.

"Well, they are both clearly deceiving themselves." Yue stated. "They need to drop these shameful illusions that they hate each other."

"We need to be cunning about this." Shadow added. "I suggest we fight illusion with illusion."

"Shadow, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, that these two will never listen to us if we go directly at them and yell 'stop fighting and jump each other's bones already!' That will probably not even register in their puny mortal minds."

"True." I agreed. "We need to find a way to get through their ridiculous perceptions of each other, so that the Universe will finally be happy. And so that we'll get to see some decent ordinary-human-on-Avatar sex for once."

"I don't know about you two, but I was disappointed with the show we got from the last Avatar."

"I think there's a reason why Air Nomads are supposed to be monks and nuns."

"Of course, that always leaves open the question of how more Airbenders were born if they were supposed to be celibate."

"If you're so confused, you can go and ask the spirits of the dead Air Nomads, but do that on your own time not on ours. Okay, so, what are we going to do?"

"I suggest dream-infiltration, inappropriate thoughts, and wandering eyes during confrontation."

"Excellent. Yue, I want you to invent the sappiest and smuttiest dream scenarios you can devise."

"No problem." Yue responded with glee. "I had a lot of practice when I was alive. I mean, did everyone really believe that all I did was watch the ocean and…I dunno, knit?"

"Yeah," Shadow chuckled, "a girl with sixteen years of nothing to do because of the sexist limitations of her culture and the luxury of a royal station is bound to have mind full of disgusting fantasies."

"You know it."

That night, my brother and I travelled first to the dreams of the young Avatar. This was going to be fun. Shadow is known as the 'Lord of Trickery', for he has the power over deception and fantasies; he sometimes abuses that power so he can get dream-sex with human girls, but it's not like any of them were complaining, or so he says. Anyway, we crept into Avatar Korra's dream; how original, she was fighting Amon one moment and making-out with that stupid Firebender the next.

"We can't have any of that now, can we, sister?" Shadow asked me with a devious smile.

"No, we most certainly cannot."

Together, we manipulated the dream according to one of Yue's suggestions that I had written down on a piece of paper. Instantly, the dream changed and the annoying Firebender vanished and Korra had stopped fighting with Amon. Instead, the dream became one straight out of a teenage girl's perverted seduction fantasy, which I will now describe in detail.

She was lying on a large and ornately decorated bed. The sheets were a rich crimson, like blood, and the metalwork of the bedframe was gold and swirled in very Water Tribe-like patterns. The bed was encircled by a translucent, golden veil that dulled the image of everything outside it. The only light came from two lanterns on either side of the bed, outside the veil. Korra began to stir from her delirium and gasped in shock. She found herself in this mysterious room, on this mysterious bed. Her clothes had changed too, she was no longer wearing her traditional Water Tribe outfit; instead, she was clothed in a flowing, white nightgown. Her hair had been taken out of its ponytail and now hung loose and free. She tried to sit up, but she felt too weak. Soon, a figure approached, and she could barely make out the silhouette through the veil. The figure reached out a hand and brushed open a slit in the veil that was invisible to the untrained eye, and knelt on the edge of the bed and loomed over Korra. Korra tried to distinguish who this figure was, but she felt so drowsy she couldn't see clearly. The figure drew closer to the girl, and eventually was leaning over her, placing his hands on either side of her.

"We meet again, young Avatar." The voice spoke softly, but in a seductive tone. Korra knew that voice anywhere.

"Amon?" She muttered in confusion, but was too weak to move to attack him. Soon, that mask that haunted her nightmares became more visible.

"Indeed. I trust your accommodations are…comfortable?"

"Well, yeah…but…why…?" He put a gloved finger to her lips to silence her question, then traced it over her lips and down her cheek to her neck. Korra felt a strange surge go through her body, like she had been shocked with an Equalist glove but more chilling than painful.

"Why?" He taunted her gently. "Because I wished it." Amon tilted up his mask enough for his mouth to be exposed. He slowly began to plant heated kisses on her throat, nipping her lightly and causing her to let out an involuntary moan.

"Stop," Korra protested feebly, "this is wrong. You-you're taking advantage of me. Th-this is-" She was cut off by her own gasp when Amon moved his hands to cup her breasts. He squeezed them lightly as he began to press down on her. Korra began to feel a strange warmth in her lower regions, and a wetness that seemed to be pooling between her legs.

"Are you truly so disgusted by me, Avatar?" Amon asked as he rested his head next to hers, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Then why, perchance, do you appear to be enjoying yourself so much?"

"I-I…ah!" She gasped as his hand unexpectedly moved in-between her legs, hiking up the fabric of the nightdress, and stroked her core through her lower-wrappings. She began to give off the most undignified, pleasured moans. Her hips began to move against his hand in response, craving more.

"Well, well, Avatar, it seems I'm not so repulsive to you after all, am I?"

Korra groaned something, and Amon held her face with his free hand.

"What was that, Avatar? I'm not sure I heard you."

"More." She sighed. "Please."

"As you wish, Avatar."

He moved the hand that had been stroking her to the top of her lower-bindings and slid them down, tossing them to the side as if they had offended him by even existing. He returned his hand to the sacred space in between the legs of the girl who was now moaning loudly from this strange new feeling of pleasure. Korra let out a gasp when she felt his index finger enter her, moving ever so slowly inside of her. Korra thought she was going to go insane when a second, and then third finger entered her rapidly constricting inner walls. She groaned in protest when he removed his fingers, leaving her craving more. He held up his fingers, which glistened in the light from the vaginal fluids.

"Do you want more, Avatar? Judging by how wet you are, I'd say that-"

"Please." Korra begged. "Please. More."

Amon chuckled and Korra heard the rustling of fabric. She then felt something hard and stiff press against her leg. She wanted to scream for him to just take her already, but she tried to keep what little pride she had left. She almost completely caved when she felt the tip of his length rub lightly against her needy entrance. Amon moved a hand to massage Korra's breast again.

"Tell me what you want, Avatar. Beg me."

Korra was fighting with every remaining ounce of willpower she had left, but it was just such an unbearable torture. Korra tried to reach up and pull herself against him, but he wasn't having that and pressed his hand down to keep her on her back. She felt him begin to nudge at her entrance, hovering just barely inside. Korra's eyes were watering from the strain to try and exert some sort of display of willpower, but her resolve was crumbling fast. Finally, she gave up and begged.

"Congratulations on a job well done." Shadow said to me as we watched the dream get even more depraved and filled with lust and sex.

"It's not over yet." I reminded him. "We still have an emotionally repressed, masked, leader of the Equalists to mess with."

"Yeah, you got any ideas about what to do for him?"

"As a matter of fact, I've gotten an idea from listening to a song from another universe. It's called 'Teenage Dream'."

"Oh good. I had a feeling that he might have some unresolved, teenage fantasies. I'm sure that deep down he wishes he were a hormonal teenage boy again."

"We're going to mess with him so much tonight, aren't we?"

"You bad girl."

"Hey, 'that's Amorra'."

And we laughed evilly all the way over to Amon's dreams.

Hahaha. I loved playing a perverted voyeur spirit. Sorry if my Amorra Week responses are so slow. But, I hope you enjoy them, there's more to come.