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Asami Sato, the only daughter and heir to Hiroshi Sato’s estate was currently the youngest omega to graduate with a Masters degree in Mechanical Engineering, titled valedictorian at the age of seventeen. She single handedly succeeded in building the city’s first humanitarian project for working omegas, the Yasuko Foundation, offering career training funding and sponsorships to corporations for their employees in honor of her late mother, Yasuko Sato, who unfortunately passed away with ovarian cancer when she was only twelve years old.
Being homeschooled by her parents, Asami Sato shared her father’s interest in business and started her first company at the age of six, selling toy cars modeled from Satomobile designs. Since then, she had built, traded and sold many small businesses of different types in her free time to pay for her own college education on top of investing her earnings in the stock market.
Earlier this year, Republic City Post voted Asami Sato as the city’s Most Desired Bachelorette being worth over six billion yuans. Omega Now, Republic Pop, Hot Rod, Business Mag, Inventors Digest, and many other types of magazines and blogs were talking about her. The most recent and viral content was about her drunken carjacking earlier that spring, and a selfie she posted on Instagram featuring her and an equally beautiful woman, her roommate apparently, sunbathing in skimpy bikinis by the pool.
Korra had found out all of this with a simple entry in her browser's search engine. Although she should be focusing on writing a paper for her English course, she promptly felt the need to do a little research on the omega who agreed to marry her. Her initial plan was to find a valid excuse to deny the arrangement that was pending, but now she was distracted by Asami’s Instagram profile, sinking into some internet blackhole of the omega’s travel photos and tinker projects.
While Korra was stuck on a photo of Asami in a jumpsuit with a ventilation mask, her attention was stolen from a knock on her bedroom door. The cursor on the screen flew like a missile, closing out multiple windows in a frenzied panic. Korra even took it a step further to clear her browsing history before slamming her laptop shut as the door eased open.
“I’m sorry…” Asami said, stopping midway in the room with her hands folded behind her. “Did I interrupt something?”
Korra turned to her with a shake of her head. Her hands pushed on her wheels, rolling away from her desk to approach her. But then her fingers gripped the rubber to an abrupt stop. Asami’s eyes found the floor, face growing redder by the second while the silence ballooned. Korra could feel her spine stiffen into a pole, her mouth pooling with saliva. It took her several seconds to figure out what was causing her body’s reaction.
“You….” Korra tried to clear her throat as her words clung but a growl rolled out uncontrollably. “...what’s-?” Words could no longer find her. She could only sit like stone, trying not to be overwhelmed by a hazy fog. The smell of a needy omega bursting with ripe cherries and pears had clung to all of her senses, making her skin prickle to a sensation as if a million butterflies were kissing every inch of her body, even parts she normally couldn’t feel. All thoughts she tried to form in her brain melted into blissful mush, calling on her inner alpha to come out and play with her in such sweet seduction.
“Its…” Asami chewed her bottom lip, an action that caused the alpha to moan inwardly. “Well, you said that my lotion stinks, so…”
Korra’s heart started to quicken as her lungs fought for air. This wasn’t normal. The scent was like if she was in... She can’t be… she’s acting normal.
Korra finally found more words as she fought to stay self aware. “How… is this possible?”
“Hyperactive Heat Syndrome. It’s something I’ve been struggling with ever since I presented,” she explained in a serious, businesslike tone at first. Then her face grew several shades darker the longer she spoke. “It’s genetic, apparently. In the short of explanations, I can go into heat at any time depending on my overall stress levels, activity and emotions… and of course, when I get too… um… aroused.”
“Oh…” Korra gulped, unable to stop from shaking a little. “I can imagine that being… inconvenient.”
“Yeah,” Asami huffed with a nervous laugh. “If you could only imagine the attention I get on top of my status… but I’ve managed to handle myself. I simply just never allowed myself to have a relationship, that is, until now.”
“Until now…” Korra repeated like a broken record. Suddenly, her brain was able to jump start and everything fell into place. Normal communication was miraculously possible. “So this is why you need an undesirable alpha… So you wouldn’t fall victim to someone who can breed you all the time.”
Asami’s eyes widened to the word ‘breed’, then took a cautious step back, showing off her best impression of a tomato. Korra was quick to learn why, her scent suddenly changed with something else. Oh… so, you like that? Korra’s alpha brain suddenly hummed with interest. Wait… The alpha snorted and shook her head with a tizzy. Don’t get any ideas…She doesn’t want to be bred, she wants to work. She’s a brilliant engineer, a genius… and I’m nothing but a paperweight to her.
“Don’t say that…” Asami choked nervously, fidgeting with her fingers. “You are a fine alpha, Korra. I wouldn’t mind if you… ah... wanted pups. In fact…” Green irises locked with her blues as the omega’s voice grew into a whisper. “I’m hoping that you would.”
Korra’s head nearly exploded. Ears venting steam like a screaming tea kettle. This beautiful, amazing omega wants to have pups with her? It was too much to bare. Her inner alpha was now screaming, slashing through the tiny threads of her self control. She felt like leaping out of her wheelchair and-
“No…” Korra seethed through her snarl, squeezing so hard on her wheels that she could hear the metal croak under her strength. She needed to get a hold of herself, before being consumed completely by her primal desire. This conversation was growing quickly into a dangerous situation. “Get out…”
“Korra, please…” Asami moved closer, clearly not realizing what alpha was struggling with. Korra pumped her wheels back until the chair collided against the foot of the bed. “We don’t need to talk about this right now… I know it’s a lot to take in. I just want to let you know where I stand in all this.”
“GET OUT!” Korra screamed, unleashing a wave of pushing chi in her growing panic. She jerked in her place with rage when the omega grabbed onto the handles of the chair, cornering her in an angry stare off.
“I won’t!” Asami shouted back with a fiery challenge. “I know that you had a future torn from you, but there is still so much you can do. So much we can do together for our families, for the world! I know you hate me… and I will be okay if you don’t want to marry me. But please , at least let me help you.”
I don’t hate you… Korra wanted to say. She wanted nothing more to stop Asami from looking at her like that, like she stabbed a dagger through her heart. Her eyes screwed shut, choking on a sob with tears threatening to pool in the corners of her eyes. I’m so fucking pathetic.
When Korra opened her eyes again, Asami cried out as the alpha’s grip found her wrist, prying her hand off croaking leather. Other hand wrapped around the back of the omega’s neck, fisting her silky inklike hair. Korra’s blue eyes stung with anger and confusion, hovering over the omega like a prowling lion. “I don’t want your help!” She cried while clutching harder with shaky but impressive strength. “You can’t help me!”
“K-Korra…” Asami whined in pain against her, baring her neck up in submission, doing her best to pump out calming pheromones. Her eyes never filled with the fear the alpha was expecting, only a fierce look of disbelief. “Look at yourself, Korra! Look at what you are doing… ”
I’m hurting her… Korra rapidly blinked as she wobbled in place, swooning to the gentle stroking of Asami’s chi. It was enough to make her calm down, quickly replacing her rage with shame. Her grip finally loosened, causing her to sway like an unstable tower of blocks until the heiress’s hands shot over her forearms, keeping her from tipping over. “I…”
“Korra, you just stood up by yourself!” Asami beamed with pride, radiating with excitement and happiness that lit up Korra’s heart. Her inner battle against her alpha was suddenly forgotten, only replaced by sheer wonderment. Asami then stepped back and loosened her hold, making Korra panic.
“Wa- wait!” Korra called out and latched onto Asami’s incredibly soft hands, swaying with unpracticed balance.
“Come on…” Asami encouraged with a silky voice, pulling back slightly to give her some room. “Take a step.” Korra groaned with reluctance, but Asami’s persuasive chi wafted over her like a tide breaking upon a reef, coaxing her to obey. Korra swallowed her anxiety down and began leaning her weight on one foot. Shooting pain ripped through bones and tendons, but the will to redeem Asami’s request blotted it all out, motivating her to lift the other foot. It felt like a million tons, but slowly it detached from the flooring.
“Let’s get to the bed.”
The bed? Korra’s heart pounded in her ears and her inner alpha growled with determination. Yes, the bed… I can do that. When her foot fell forward, Korra grunted in pain but was managing to stay upright by some miracle and Asami was there to help her balance. The next step was harder, but she still managed to do it. Slowly, she followed Asami’s path around the mattress to the edge. On the fourth step, her eyes left her feet. Bright green irises stared at her with such amazement, such pride and happiness for her.
Korra's legs folded underneath her without warning.
“Ommph!” Asami lunged forward, catching her in her arms. Korra was shaking against her, fisting her hands around the omega’s small waist. “I got you… I got you, Korra. I’m not going to let you fall.”
“Asami…” Korra inhaled a shuddering breath of her caretaker’s delicious scent. Unable to help herself, she took to nuzzling the omega’s neck for more of it, groaning with desire when she heard an answering gasp. “Gods, Asami... you smell so… good. ”
“K-Korra… don’t…” The omega’s scent of arousal quickly thickened, coiling around Korra’s senses like a cat. The alpha started to purr against it, lapping at the heiress’s chi with her own with a courting fancy. Asami abruptly shoved her onto the bed, making her flop almost comically in a surprised grunt. But when the dark haired omega finished helping her shuffle to a better position on the mattress, she retreated hastily, distancing herself out of arm’s reach.
Confused, Korra watched the omega squirm in place, panting and unfastening the top two buttons of her jacket to air out her collar. A sheen of sweat had developed upon Asami’s pinkening skin and her sweet, fruity aroma started to turn syrupy and hot , just when Korra didn’t think she could smell any better. Her conscious evaporated into oblivion within an instant.
“I… I have to go,” Asami whispered out and swallowed visibly.
“No, don’t go…” Stay here, sweet omega. I know you need it. I know you need me inside. Korra was running on fumes, broken down to the deepest biological state to procreate. Let me fill you to bursting. All thoughts of reason had clearly escaped her, leaving her a victim to the omega's ever growing need. But no matter how are Korra tried to coax her prize to return with a pull of her chi, the omega slowly retreated to the exit.
“I’m sorry…” Asami moaned out pitifully as she backed herself up toward the door. “It’s for the best… We both aren’t ourselves right now…”
Korra sat up in her place, fisting the sheets with a growing frustration. This omega is daring to refuse her? She quickly grew angry, spoiling the smell of heat with alpha dominance. A growl rumbled in her throat as her aching teeth was bared.
“Come here, Omega! ”
***
Asami’s heart shot up in her throat. Korra’s chi suddenly wrapped around her with a crushing dominant hold, making her whimper out with indecision. Her panties were absolutely ruined, leaving behind a sloppy, sticky mess between her thighs. In the wake, Asami’s body blossomed with a painful and all too familiar hunger. A deep longing to soothe the growing ache of emptiness inside her. Submit, obey, breed. Those words kept echoing in her brain to the call of Korra’s incredible chi. The sheer strength of it simply blew her away.
Asami had experienced the hold of an alpha’s chi many times in her life, from strangers who took interest in her out in the streets when she forgot her lotion and sometimes even when she didn’t. The only other time was from her father when he felt she was being too rebellious. But nothing could compare to what she is experiencing right now. Normally, with her practice in escaping such situations, she had the strength to deny those alphas and flee before she could surrender completely to her body’s demands. But now...
I’m not going to be able to resist her… Asami’s realization hit her like a bullet train releasing another gush of heat from her weeping sex. What little self dignity remained left a sorrow feeling in the pit of her stomach. Korra was exactly the type of alpha her father had warned her about. An alpha that will render her into a submissive broodmare making her forget her duty to tend to Future Industries operations, forever keeping her in heat until she was thoroughly bred over and over again. An alpha that her inner omega had been craving for so long. So, so long...
The ping of uncertain fear in her chest was the only thing keeping her from advancing forward. Perhaps, this was a bad idea after all. Would she dare to abandon everything she worked to accomplish? Her lifelong dream of building a technological utopia in the next advancement of humanity would be gone. And just when Asami thought she would care, she didn’t. Surprisingly so.
And it terrified her.
It took every last ounce of Asami’s will to stop herself from obeying Korra’s demand. She used her own chi, clashing it against the alpha’s with a pushing rejection until she regained the strength to fly through the door and slam it shut behind her. Her back collided against the wall, giving her the chance to gulp for much needed air. Drenched in sweat, Asami tore her jacket off, feeling way too overwhelmed by the blossoming heat.
“OMEGA!” The call tore a painful whimper from her lips and her heart squeezed in empathy at the desperation in Korra’s voice. Every fiber in her bones screamed to run back in and console her. Not only to seek redemption, but to surrender herself to the alpha she desperately wanted. Not yet , she told herself. Not until Korra agrees to the arrangement. Not until she knew the alpha truly wanted her as well.
Korra’s screams continued to echo down the hallway. And just when she thought she had the strength to walk away, a stumbling thump rolled within the floorboards, then silence. Asami flew to the door, ready to go to the alpha’s rescue, until...
“What in the world is going on?” Senna asked with worry written on her face. The older omega had come running down the large corridor to investigate all the chaotic noise. Asami’s mouth opened to reply, but couldn’t form any words. She shrank back, shivering in place with tears bursting from her eyes, too overwhelmed by all her warring emotions on top of her current condition. After another demanding scream birthed from the bedroom. Senna’s nose flared briefly, picking up on the younger omega’s current state right away. Her eyes softened with understanding.
“Oh, poor child…” Senna pressed her hands onto Asami’s forehead and neck in a motherly fashion. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. Come on, let’s get you to your room.” Korra’s mother wrapped her arms snuggly around her, urging her to let her lead the way.
“Korra…” Asami managed to say the only thing she was capable of saying, filled with nothing but concern and guilty arousal over the alpha she rejected. Senna shushed her gently, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
“She’ll be just fine,” Senna assured her. “I’ll check on her as soon as we get you out of the hallway. You can’t be out in the open like this.” In Asami’s state, she could only obey hypnotically to the older omega’s persuasion. The farther she was distanced from Korra’s door, the hotter the flames within her grew.
She barely registered the short journey it took to get to her bedroom. All of her thoughts were consumed by Korra. Her spicy scent of demand, the way her veins would protrude on her brow whenever she was frustrated, and the first genuine smile she recently gifted her when she managed to walk for the first time in years. Asami could recollect the strength of her hands holding onto her with such promising demand. It was as if Korra had consumed her entire existence, like that of some divine entity requiring her dutiful obedience.
All of this sent a roaring blaze within her belly. And the worst part was that she needed to endure it without Korra. Without her hands, without her mouth, her cock… and her come. Never in all of her heats had she felt this desperate to be destroyed by a particular alpha.
Asami moaned in pain clutching her cramping stomach as Senna lowered her onto her bed, brushing away the slick strands of her hair which clung to her sweaty face. Anxiety swelled in her chest in knowing that the older omega will soon leave her. She can’t stand to endure a heat alone.
“Please…” Asami whined, clutching into Senna's arms.
“I know, sweetie.” Senna pulled reluctantly away. “I'll bring you something to help.”
“No suppressants…” Asami pleaded. Suppressants always made her feel worse, even extending her heat as if her body refused to except a dampener. The young omega whimpered, trembling for some kind of touch again but she can only squearm on her bed as Senna took her leave, giving her a reassuring smile.
“No suppressants,” the older omega confirmed with a soft smile.
***
Korra groaned with humiliation, crawling along the floor of her bedroom. Asami's scent lingered, but had lessened enough for the alpha to regain control over herself. Instead of relief, however, Korra could only feel a painful stab of rejection in her gut. Asami didn't want her. She made it deliberately clear from the way she pushed back against her chi. Why had that upset her so much, Korra did not know. But it proved to her that the omega didn't really want this arrangement to happen as she suspected.
She's just a pawn in all of this like I am… Korra choked on a sob, slamming her fist down on the wooden floor. When she heard the doorknob turn, her heart leaped up in her throat. Is she coming back? Even after all that… Her mother walked in to her ironic disappointment giving her a scolding stare with her hands on her hips.
“Korra Raava Winters!”
Korra shrunk down in fear. Her mother hasn't used her full name like that since she was a mischievous pup. “I've raised you better than that!”
It was true. Korra gulped down her embarrassment and reached for her chair, using every bit of strength she had to pull herself in it. What the hell was I thinking? I've never reacted like this before… Then again, she hasn't had much practice being around omegas these days.
Korra groaned, face red with humiliation and she grovelled to hide it. “Sorry…” she muttered. “She… surprised me.”
“That's no excuse for such behavior!” Senna stomped over to her with a fire in her blue eyes. She leaned over her child with a growing authority, lashing out a finger making Korra shrink further in remorse. “Your father is going to hear about this when he gets home tomorrow, young lady!”
“Moooom.” Korra whined out. “I’m not a pup anymore!”
“Then you better stop acting like one!” Senna lifted her chin with suppressed anger. “That girl has gone through enough, don’t you think? She’s trying her best to ensure that her father’s company stays afloat with this arrangement. The recession had nearly drove Future Industries bankrupt and Harbor City barely can afford to fund public services that we desperately need. Mr. Sato has generously offered a huge discount off his technology and a sizable sponsorship for the Winter Olympics. Not only that, but he is offering his only daughter’s hand in marriage willingly to solidify a permanent contract with our government.”
Korra continued to flush in embarrassment, feeling more and more like the biggest asshole in history. She can only spiral further into a numbing void as her mother continued to berate her with a harsh dose of reality.
“You need to alpha up,” Her mother looked at her with such disappointment, breaking her heart even more. “Just because you are in that wheelchair does not mean you can neglect your responsibilities. Your father and I won’t be around forever.”
Warm, delicate tears spilled over Korra’s cheeks as the weight of her whole world crushed her shoulders. Her mother’s expression turned soft with a sad ache as she cupped Korra’s cheeks in her hands. “I know life has dealt you a rough hand, sweetheart. Don’t you think it’s time that you stop wallowing? I want to see you happy again...”
You don’t understand… Korra wanted to say. She deserves so much better than me.
“Mom…” Korra hiccuped and brushed her tears away with her fists. “I… I totally lost control. She rejected me… she rejected me even before I had the chance to tell her that I...”
“It’s only been a week, sweetie.” Senna pointed out while taking a knee. “I’m sure she just wants more time to get to know you a little more before making the final leap. Getting married is a big deal for omegas, it means you have to give your life and submission to one alpha. Why when your father and I were betrothed, I deliberately caused our wedding plans to be delayed so I could have more time to get to know him.”
Korra took a deep breath, shuddering as she exhaled to calm herself. “I don’t know what to do…”
“You can start by apologizing to the poor girl after her heat is done with and figure it out from there.” Senna nodded in satisfaction then rose with a hand extended out to her. “Now take off that sweaty shirt, I need to start a load of laundry.”
Korra obeyed without question, feeling utterly defeated and broken down to the emotional state of a slug. As she watched her mother tote out of the room, she noticed something laying out in the hallway on the floor. She scooped it up in her hands. Asami’s jacket, perfumed pleasantly with its owner’s scent. She fought the instinct to press it up to her nose and only did so when she retreated back into the privacy of her bedroom.
***
The next morning, Korra woke up early right at the threat of dawn, feeling fully refreshed for some odd reason in this ungodly hour. Her eyes fell down to the bundled up form of the Asami’s jacket on the foot of her bed, remembering the events of the night prior.
Asami had remained calm while she lost her cool and in the chaos of it all, she recalled walking. She actually walked, with no indication that she was anywhere near capable. Katara had told her that she still had a long time to go before she should consider an attempt. But it happened. And Korra had no idea how, but she was determined to try again.
Korra picked her dead legs up, throwing them over the edge of her bed. Her chair was nearby, but she wanted to try standing up first before reaching for it. She slinked cautiously until the pads of her feet touched the floor. Her toes tingled as her weight pressed into the wooden planks. Her body carried her forward but her knees didn’t respond to her will.
“Dammit!” Korra cursed as her body fell forward. Her hand reached out for the wheelchair, but in her tumbling panic, she ended up whacking it away. A hard thump echoed through the room with Korra face down on the floor, grumbling. Whatever mystical strength that she had the night before was gone now.
Just a fluke… Korra groaned in pain as she dragged herself to the wheelchair. I might as well except this. Holding on to the hope of walking again has gotten me nowhere… I need to move on… With a hiss, she pulled herself up and twisted her body, landing in the chair with a sigh of relief. When she opened door, Asami’s scent crashed over her again making her shudder.
This is absolute torture… it's not fair. Korra groaned, trying to shake herself free from the calling pheromones. I can't think straight with her smelling like that… Maybe it's something she just needs to expose herself to on a regular basis so the effects wouldn't be so substantial. But even with the omega's natural reaction, Korra was still determined to convince Asami that she wasn't the alpha she needed. Her eyes fell down to her lap as her clit twitched with disagreement.
“....” Korra's head hung low with defeat. Rolling down the expansive corridor towards Asami’s room, the hair on her neck started to spike as her nose picked up another alpha scent. Her gaze shot up to the heiress’s bedroom door, where two persons were lingering about. A grow rumbled within Korra’s chest out of instinct. It was Desna and Eska, her twin cousins from the North, sniffing around Asami’s door.
“How interesting… You would think our cousin would have made a claim by now,” Desna, the male, rubbed his chin in thought.
“More like boring, dear brother,” Eska responded with a deadpan tone. “It’s obvious that this omega needs a real alpha.”
“Perhaps two…” Desna twisted with a sickly smirk. “Maybe this nonsensical spontaneous trip to the South could be worth the while afterall.”
Korra quietly rolled up behind them and cleared her throat. The two twins turned to her, subtly exchanging looks then shot daggers at the handicapped alpha before them.
“Desna… Eska…” Korra gave them each a curt nod. “What are you doing here?”
The twins quietly exchanged looks again then relaxed their stiff shoulders. “Father wished to join in the summer festival and meet your fiance. Probably to sniff about Sato’s pockets…” Eska said.
“We just happened to fall victim to the fleeting notion that family should… what was it?” Desna turned to his sister while fingering his chin.
“Spend time together… as Father said,” Eksa finished for him in a matching flat tone. “Why must we suffer to mingle with people just because we are related by blood?”
“My thoughts exactly…” Korra muttered out with a curl of her lip. “I don’t believe this is your room…”
“We were just on our way to the kitchen for breakfast,” Desna explained while moving around his cousin like a ghost. “Stopping to smell the roses.”
Korra eyed the two of them cautiously while being circled around like a shark, her lip breaking a full snarl. “She’s off limits,” she warned with a growl. “No one is touching her.”
“That’s a shame,” Eska cooed. “Why is that, little cousin? Can’t get it up?”
A snarling growl ripped from Korra’s chest, flaring her chi with an angry surge. The twins halt their spirally steps until they met side by side with Korra between them and the door. Korra’s furious sneer burned at them while receiving snarky smirks.
“Is she challenging us for her?” Eska asked with slight amusement. Desna snorted with a wave of his hand in response. His long purple cloak fluttering in the wake of his movements.
“Come, sister. Father wouldn’t approve of us meddling in this side of the family’s mating efforts. Spirits be willing that they desperately need it.” Eska hesitated with a mild look of disbelief before before following her twin down the hallway. Korra kept a glare at their backs until they disappeared from her sight.
Turning to Asami's door, Korra stared into the chipped blue paint in thought. Her hand reached out on it's own for the doorknob. It was locked. A stab of disappointment and relief washed over her. No one, not even her, would be able to intrude upon the omega in heat… unless they break in. That thought tore a possessive snarl from her throat. She had plans to visit her father's home gym this morning to work off some tension, but the thought of leaving Asami's door unguarded now left a sinking pit in her gut. Even her uncle was currently unmated and is known to be very suave to wooing omegas to his pleasure.
I'm going to have to keep a close watch on them… The alphas in her family proved to have incredible dominant aptitude resulted from some kind of elite genepool, going back hundreds generations as the royal family. Asami just wouldn’t stand a chance in her condition… unmated and vulnerable as she was. Which leads Korra only one choice but stay put in front of the omega’s chamber until she knew exactly where each of her extended family members were.
***
A moan broke out of a rumpled pile of bedding two days later. Asami sat up from her slumber, stark naked, hair tousled into a ratty black bird’s nest and pink nipples budding in the cold air. She shivered, pulling up the blankets to stay warm. Her heat has finally passed and thanks to Senna’s efforts, her usual episode was shortened to half the time. Her cheeks heated up through ruffling in the sheets until Korra’s sweat stained white t-shirt was produced in her hands. She fingered the red lettering of the sports insignia of the Fire Ferrets Hockey Team with careful strokes before pressing the fabric to her face.
Spirits… She found the aroma sickeningly exquisite and the evidence had made claim within the throbbing wetness between her thighs. If her clit hadn’t been so sore from overstimulation, she would be tempted to let herself relapse into another episode just so she could come with Korra’s scent on her face again. But she had work to do… With a heavy sigh, the omega removed herself from the bed to the bathroom.
After a refreshing shower and a clean set of clothes, Asami unlocked her bedroom door and made her exit. Only to suck in a gasp at the sight of the wheelchair bound alpha she’s been sexually fantasizing about lingering just outside. Korra’s eyes widened holding in a breath at the sight and smell of her. Her shoulders stiffened underneath a navy blue shirt then relaxed with a slow exhale.
“Hey,” she greeted with a slight tint on her dark cheeks. “Feeling better?”
Heat rose into Asami’s face, flushed with embarrassment. Quickly to resolve herself, the omega nodded bashfully with a long exasperated sigh. “Much better, thank you…” They stood like statues for a silent moment until Asami broke the ice. “So… I wanted to apologize for surprising you the other night. I should have warned you ahead of time.”
“Oh,” Korra broke eye contact to gander at the floor. “It’s okay… I did kinda lost my cool back there. I’m not used to being around omegas, the other caretakers were only betas… It’s just something I need to get used to.”
“Used to…” Asami repeated with a ghost of a smile on her lips. She’s actually trying? This is new. With a nervous swallow, the heiress found another awkward moment of silence rolling by. “Well… What do you want to do today? Feeling like getting whipped at Pai Sho again?”
The alpha snorted with a shake of her head. “I’ll never win against someone like you. You’re too smart for me.” Korra almost choked on the compliment, as if it just shot out of her mouth without her permission. It was way too late to take it back now that the omega broke out into a full smile. The alpha cleared her throat to add, “Actually, there is a brunch we should attend. Family is visiting this week… some alphas from the north. My uncle, Unalaq, and my cousins Desna and Eska… All three of them are alphas.”
“Are they mated?” Asami asked with a worried brow.
“Desna and Eska are my age and single. My uncle hasn't tied himself with any particular omega. He sired his pups through consorts.” Korra explained with a hardened stare. “I’ve been thinking a lot about your… uh, condition. And I think it should be best if we convince them that the arrangement is solidified. I had to guard your door to keep them from sniffing about.”
She was guarding me? Asami’s heart skipped a beat. Perhaps Korra was interested in her afterall. And now this unfortunate circumstance just turned into a sizable opportunity for her game. Asami stepped forward with a seductive grin, leaning with intrigue. “So we need to convince everyone that the arrangement is agreed upon. And I'm supposed to act like we are madly in love?”
Korra’s face grew into a deep reddish hue, sucking in her bottom lip to chew on. Asami chuckled at the reaction and swung around the alpha, taking hold of handlebars of the chair. “I think I can manage to do that so long as you keep your paws to yourself.”
“You were the one holding on to me!” Korra grunted out with annoyance.
“And you were the one who started sniffing my neck,” Asami countered playfully. “I can’t help the way I smell,. I’m just a silly little omega and you were trying to take advantage of me.”
“If I hadn’t known better,” Korra growled in a warning. “I’d say that you were counting on it.”
“St-stop talking like that…” Asami mumbled with a moan caught in her throat. “You’re going to get me started again. I thought I made it clear to you that I’m not ready yet.”
“You should put on that lotion back on,” Korra suggested while being pushed down the hallway, leaning her chin in her hand with a scowl on her face. Asami leaned forward, putting her mouth dangerously close against Korra’s ear.
“I ran out.” She lied, but it was worth the shiver she earned. “Is my natural scent too much for you, Alpha ?”
Korra stiffened in her chair, the hairs on the back of her neck bristled, and the omega was inwardly celebrating her victory to rattle her up a little. She laughed out when Korra twisted around with a pouting sneer.
“You think this is funny?” Korra growled out with agitation. “I’m trying to protect you. Alphas in my family like to take things that don’t belong to them.”
“And yet, I’m stuck with the one who doesn’t want what’s already hers…”
Korra sputtered, choking on nothing more than her own tongue. She borrowed her face in the palms of her hands. “You belong to yourself.” She was mumbling again with steaming ears. Asami couldn't help herself, Korra was just too adorable to her. She leaned further and placed a sweet kiss on the alpha's flaming cheek, leaving a lipstick impression.
“Thank you,” the omega said with genuine gratitude. Korra lowered her hands, staring at her with shock written on her expression. “I think I'll be just fine with you parading as my loving fiance. You did say that I smelled good, after all. I want everyone to know who my choice is.”
Korra turned away, facing the front with her hands cracking the leather of her arm rests. “...Wouldn’t it be easier finding someone more capable? Clearly the heiress of Future Industries must have some sort of standard.”
“I have very high standards in regards to who I will be mated with,” Asami mentioned. “You fit all of my requirements… and more. Just because my father picked you doesn’t mean that I am not willing.”
Korra sighed with a frown. “And what requirements do you have I wonder?”
“Well,” Asami started. “You're sweet, for one. Even if you try to hide it. Strong, protective… and you smell very nice too. What omega wouldn't want that?”
“And the fact that I can't overpower you because of this wheelchair…” Korra's voice turned sour, lined with her usual brooding.
“I know for a fact that wheelchair can't stop you.”
Korra groaned with more embarrassed fidgeting. Asami swore she could see twisting battle of thoughts going through her head, trying to come up with an excuse. “That was just a fluke… it won't happen again.”
“I'd like to bet on that…” Asami could feel her own voice soak with flirtatious syrup. “Maybe your miraculous physical achievement has more to do with your alpha's perseverance.” Spirits, what is wrong with me? I’m acting like I'm still in heat… am I still in heat? Asami couldn't tell what she was doing anymore. Flirting with Korra had just felt so natural to her.
“You really think so?” Korra surprised her, turning back to gaze up at her with a childlike wonderment. Before Asami could think otherwise, she leaned down, unable to help the magnetic pull. She finally hesitated, realizing Korra wasn't pulling away this time making her flush.
“Want to find out?” she asked on autopilot. The logical part of her brain was screaming at her. She's just came out of her heat and she was acting like some sluttty omega that wants nothing more than to be taken advantage of. Spirits, what's gotten over me? She's looking at me like she wants to…
Asami gasped against the alpha's lips when the decision was made for her with a pull on her neck. Kissing Korra was like being consumed by blue, hot flames. The alpha's mouth was demanding, pressing with a shaky uncertainty. She's trembling… Asami's heart swelled with emotion, then Korra surprised her with a bashful push of her silky tongue. The omega gasped, pulling herself away from the kiss, covering her mouth in shock.
“Sorry…” Korra mumbled unable to make eye contact with her. “I just thought that, maybe if they smell me on you, it would deter them from bothering you.”
“Good idea. But if we are going to do this without incident, there needs to be some ground rules,” Asami continued on toting the alpha through the house towards the dining hall. “I can handle kissing, but no tongue. Don’t be too touchy either… and try to keep conversations away from the subject of mating. I really don’t want to go into heat again anytime soon and I’m sure you don’t either.”
Korra twisted in her seat again with an arched brow. Asami started to blush when she realized that she was practically giving the alpha specific instructions on how to trigger her condition. But since her little secret curse was out in the open, she needed Korra’s cooperation. They both will be need to be more cautious to avoid any accidents. And yet, the building sexual tension for relinquishing such power loomed over them like a dark cloud.
“Do you really get turned on that easily?”
Asami’s eyelashes fluttered closed, trying to keep herself in check. Why is she smirking at me? Of course I do, especially coming from her. She raised her chin, clearing her throat to reply. “My condition makes me sensitive… obviously.”
“You mentioned that it's genetic,” Korra faced forward, still trying to dig for more information. “Did your mother have the same condition?”
“Yes,” Asami replied. “My father had more interests in business to keep himself preoccupied and out of the house most of the time. Otherwise I would have more siblings. After I presented, he wanted to try for more children, so he could sire an alpha, but by that time my mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and couldn't produce anymore heirs for him.”
“I'm sorry.” Asami nearly combusted. Korra was acting nicer than usual. “Do you think the condition had anything to do with that?”
“Maybe” She could hear the sadness within her own voice. “I had suspicions whether my father's absence had some kind of adverse effects on he, but it could have been random as well. Time will only tell for me.”
“So in theory, your health can be threatened if you don’t… um...” Asami knew what Korra was trying to say, or trying not to say, rather. As embarrassing as it was for her to talk about it, they needed to have this conversation eventually. But now isn't the appropriate time. Not when they needed to entertain Korra’s extended family of unmated alphas. Not right after she spent two whole days masterbating to the thought of Korra ravishing her was still fresh in her mind.
“Can we talk about this in private at a later time?” Asami was starting to feel a little warm. “I’d hate to have an episode in the middle of a meal around company.”
“My bad…” Korra muttered. “I just wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into.”
“Oh?” Asami pulled the alpha to a stop. All this new behavior of chivalry and attention was getting to her. She needed to know. “Does that mean you actually do want to marry me?”
The alpha hunched over in place and started grumbling. “I don’t know if I really have a say in it. Our parents seemed to already have their minds made up. I’d hate the idea of having you take care of me all the time, it’s not fair to you. Especially since you have better things to do.”
“I won’t have to take care of you,” Asami argued. “I will be deploying an extra curriculum in your care program. You are going to start doing physical therapy at home with me. I’ll get you walking in no time.”
“That’s a great idea!” Korra perked up suddenly. “Maybe we can get out of this arrangement afterall.”
Asami’s heart sank when she said that. If Korra did start walking before the wedding, she wouldn’t put it past her father to withdraw the offer before the two of them did anything permanent. She didn’t consider that before because she was too distracted by her heat. Now she needed to form a different plan. Korra was clearly attracted to her, at least physically. But is still has shown her disapproval of their arrangement after the issue of being her caretaker forever could be resolved. So then why is she still resisting?
Her brows twisted with the cogs in her mind.
She thinks I'm faking it still.
Well, she was in the beginning. Over the past week her feelings were starting to change. She wanted to be Korra's mate even though she shouldn't. With sexual tension aside, Asami could sense a strange connection with her. Something in the way her chi makes her aura melt like honeyed butter. It felt so natural, so right. And her inner omega simply purrs everytime Korra was in her presence. Asami's mind was made up already.
I need to take this further.
So long they don’t start talking about banned subjects again, Asami had the confidence that she could keep herself from going into heat too quickly. I can’t possibly go into heat while I'm sleeping, can I?
She knew she was playing a dangerous game. Korra knows about her condition now. And with that knowledge comes a great responsibility. Asami was putting her life and future in this alpha's hands. As terrified as Asami felt of her feelings, Korra still somehow makes her feel safe.