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Asami let out a sigh of relief when the bear skin curtain drew shut behind her. The chaotic world was cut off and quickly forgotten. The burning herbs smoked the interior with a calming odor. Her head grew dizzy, but in a nice way as if she had a few glasses of wine.
“Welcome.” Kya sat on a raised cushion with crossed legs. Her face was painted in dark browns and white shapes making her look like a wild witch. She gestured to a wooden rack beside them. “Put your coats there and come. The spirits are waiting.”
The coats were hung with a quiet grace and Korra unbuckled herself from her chair. They were to sit on a fur draped cushion front and center together. With a little assistance, the alpha grunted as she twisted onto the floor. Asami took her seat and waited patiently for Korra to scoot herself up and assemble a comfortable position. Even with her raised chin, Asami could feel her nervousness vibrate out of her thunderous chi.
“You are in a sacred space,” Kya mentioned with her hands out in welcome. “The spirits are stirring with excitement. Korra, you bring this omega to claim, but there is a hesitation.” The shaman leaned over, picking up a wooden bowl. Asami couldn’t identify what it contained. Grey, fibrous shreds almost looked like stripped birchwood bark.
“What is that?” Korra asked, showing the omega was not alone in questioning the shaman’s methods. Kya gave her a sharp look with a commanding hand.
“Do not dare to question the ways of the spirits, Korra.” Kya pinched a sizable portion of the medicine and sprinkled the fibers in a steaming kettle of water, stirring the concoction with a knobby twig. “The woes of your trials have greatly clouded your minds. You must partake of this medicine of the forest and open your souls to the cosmos. It will bare your true intentions to the spirits.”
The tea was poured into a basin and presented to Korra first. “Drink.” Asami watched Korra’s hands take the vessel with a caution, but she didn’t hesitate to bring the rim to her lips. Her throat gulped the steaming liquid down half way. “Good. Now make the omega partake.”
Asami’s shoulders stiffened as Korra handed her the basin. Consuming an unknown substance may not be the best of ideas, but she didn’t have a choice. Her face twisted with the bitter liquid on her tongue and she forced herself to suffer through it until every last drop poured down her throat. Kya took the bowl from her hands.
They sat there in silent waiting, until Asami could feel her pulse thrum in the back of her skull. Shapes in her vision started to churn in a hazy fog and the air in her lungs started to burn. The beating of her heart grew louder and faster like an ancient war drum with the shake of the bone rattle in Kya’s hand. Then there was chanting of an ancient language that Asami couldn’t understand. But she didn’t need to. Her chi fluttered and twisted with every chord of Kya’s throat song in a dance of ritual and primal ascendence.
The squeeze of Korra’s hand on hers kept her from passing out. Asami wasn’t really a spiritual person. She always observed the world through reason and scientific facts. Something in the tea was playing tricks on her mind, opening her energy to the truth that spirits may indeed exist from the whispers of ghostly voices in her ears. She wanted to tell herself that it was just the substance, but something inside her made her pliable and accepting. She had never felt so connected to the threads of time like this. Like she had reached nirvana with the gentle curl of Korra’s spirit tangling with hers.
“Ah, there we go.” The music had stopped and Kya left her instrument to wave a sage smudge stick around the couple’s air. “Spirits, spirits, spirits. Look not with your eyes, but your hearts.” Asami’s eyes dropped closed as the beta reached and drew something wet across her brow, down the ridge of her nose, over her lips and stopped at the point of her chin. “This omega is imprinted to you, Korra. The spirits are happy she found you. Present the necklace if you feel the same.”
Asami swooned in place as Kya guided her to turn to face the alpha. Korra’s eyes were big, dark and full of quiet desire. Her trance was broken a moment later to the braided cord dangling from Korra’s outstretched fingers. It was beautiful. Thin, long braided leather of maple brown and black was complimented subtly with golden beads. An oval pendant hung in the middle with a clear crystal glowing in a bright blue color.
She blushed while looking at it in a quiet awe. The necklace was something Asami would pick for herself. She wouldn’t have guessed that Korra was skilled at making jewelry. While she examined it further, her eyes blinked hazily at the stone as the color changed to a bright green. It was like the rings she and Korra were looking at earlier that day. A mood stone pendant.
“I figured… that it would help,” Korra confessed, looking down in embarrassment. “If I know how you are feeling on the inside, I can better understand how to make you comfortable… If you don’t like it then I can-”
“I love it.” Asami’s heart was squeezing in her chest. “It’s beautiful.” It really was. The braided design was intricate, but the cord was extremely long, too long to wear normally. It would have to loop around her neck several times for the pendant to sit upon the dip of her neck between her collarbones.
“Asami, do you accept Korra’s offer?” Kya asked with an encouraging squeeze on the omega’s shoulders.
“I do.” There was no more doubt in her mind. Korra was her match, through and through.
Asami was steered to turn her back. Kya kneeled before her with a gentle smile and softly gathered her hair in a hold to make way. The shaman nodded to the alpha behind her and Asami’s heart stopped as Korra’s hands shook to drape the cord around her neck, then wrapped it three times with the tail ends dangling to the front.
Korra secured the loose ends with a small clasp that laid perfectly in her cleavage. The mood stone hung dutifully on her neck. It wasn’t too large or too small, like the size of a thumbprint. Asami fingered the narrow oval shape with sentiment.
She never wanted to take it off. She felt silly about being so nervous before. Korra had made her feel so safe and protected. Her head was swimming again. She sank backwards, craning her neck over Korra’s right shoulder with a whimper. She didn’t want this moment to end. She wanted to stay here, wrapped up in Korra’s arms and sigh to the insistent nuzzle her alpha was brushing on her decorated neck.
“ Mine. ”
Hers. Asami was promised to be hers. The truth was wrapped around her slender neck like a gentle hug. With a hitch of breath, Asami felt every bone in her body tingle while she marinated on what has happened. Her body melted more against her alpha in a growing heat of desire.
***
Korra could barely stay conscious. Her bones felt like noodles and there was a heavy pressure thrumming in her skull. Asami was curled up in her arms purring like a kitten. Her eyes kept fluttering closed as if she was falling asleep, but Korra could tell she was trying her best to stay awake. Whatever Kya had given them had a variety of effects. The shapes around them were fuzzy with twirling bright colors. Despite her impaired vision, Asami was clear to see.
Her doe-like lashes kissed the pretty pink blush on her soft cheekbones. The red paint trailing down her nose and chin painted the way for Korra to behold the necklace on the omega’s neck. The stone was a bright pink.
Good. Korra thought to herself. She needed Asami to be calm and happy. Pride filled her chest while she realized it was her doing. Korra had protected her like a real alpha should. And her omega’s pur was stroking her ego because of it. Mine , Korra kept proclaiming to herself. Mine, mine, mine.
Asami’s chi was pulling at her with need. Korra could almost taste the sweet scent on her tongue. Her primitive instincts was taking hold. Asami was going into heat. Going into heat because of her. Korra wanted nothing more than to possess her. To fill her and bite her beautiful neck so that everyone would know that she was truly hers.
“Korra.”
The alpha’s mind snapped out of her trance, making her look up at Aunt Kya’s distorted face.
“The medicine will last a little longer,” the beta said with a soft smile. “We need to get you two home safely so that you can take care of her.” Reality crashed over Korra’s mind. She wasn’t sure how she would be able to take care of Asami. How could she? The best Korra could do is keep her comfortable and safe behind closed doors.
Asami whined in protest when Korra had to move away to get to her chair. The omega didn’t even wait for her to strap herself in before crawling into her lap. Asami wrapped her legs around her waist and her arms around her neck like a koala bear cub. With a little encouragement, Kya helped put Asami’s jacket back on. Korra had to do without hers since the omega refused to let her go. That didn’t matter. Asami was a furnace against her.
Tonraq, Senna and Hiroshi were all waiting outside for them. The CEO immediately rushed up, seeing how his daughter was completely incoherent to his questions about her state. Korra bristled with tension at how close he was to her.
Korra clutched Asami harder to her chest possessively with a growl of warning as he reached out. Immediately, he drew back. Eyes wild with something Korra couldn’t decipher.
“She’s in heat, isn’t she?” Hiroshi asked with worry on his face. Korra tested a sniff to the omega’s hair. While she did it to find out the answer to his question, the sweet ripeness of Asami’s scent turned her brain into mush. Not yet, but soon.
Korra’s eyes buzzed in their sockets. The world was spinning around her and she could barely function normally yet alone hold a conversation. Thankfully, Kya came right up behind her to help.
“The ritual went smoothly,” she assured in a quiet tone. “They have taken the fruits of the forest and still under the effects. We should get them home so they can rest.” If Hiroshi had any objections, he kept them to himself.
When the car door swung open, Korra soothed Asami’s back and whispered into her ear. “Asami, you have to get off of me and get into the car.” The omega whined, clutching onto her harder like she would die if she detached herself. And in all honesty, Korra couldn’t imagine it either. There was something in the way that Asami's chi was all consuming. She took a breath, knowing what she needed to do.
“Korra…” Asami gasped out when Korra grabbed a hold on her hips and pulled her closer.
“Hold on.” Korra grunted, leaning over to pull her feet out of their holdings and locked the wheels. Her teeth clenched with strain. She needed to stand up and get Asami into the car. Her father offered to help, but he got the hint to let her do it on her own. Asami’s weight helped draw her forward. Her legs shook so badly, but she did it. She fucking did it.
Korra roared in both triumph and pain until they fell into the back seat. Her body crashed against the omega with a huff, but the moan that ripped from Asami’s throat didn’t sound like pain. Korra pressed her hands and hips up to push them fully in so the door wouldn’t hit her feet. The groan that tore out of her was embarrassing with her dad standing right behind her. But she couldn’t help it. Asami’s pelvis instinctively ground down onto her with a wonton cry of desire.
Korra pushed the omega’s hips down with a growl of frustration. Her lower back burned as she dug her knees into the seat cushion, keeping her lower body from touching the omega below her. The car door slammed shut behind her.
Her body shook with strain, but she refused to let herself collapse back against the needy omega underneath her. Asami kept whining and trying to push herself up in search of some relief but Korra held strong. If she let Asami tempt her, the back of this car would be ripped to shreds.
When the car started to move, Asami finally gave up her fight out of exhaustion and defeat. The air of the interior thickened in sweat and omega heat to the point it wasn’t even bearable for Tonraq who was driving. After a slight corrective swerve of the wheel, the stoic chieftain bent to push a button. A tsunami of cold air rushed from the retracting power windows.
Asami’s arms shivered around her neck and tightened to soak some warmth from her. The fresh icy wind didn’t do anything to keep Asami’s scent out of her nose but at least it was distracting enough to mute the little whimpers against her neck. Korra just needs to stay like this until they get home. Then Asami would be safe to ride out her heat behind closed doors.
***
The ride back to Korra’s home felt like it would never end. Asami was slowly becoming more aware as the minutes go by. Her skin was on fire, taking on a warm glow with a sheen of building sweat. Every breath she took fed her more of Korra’s delicious scent of strong aroused alpha. Her alpha. Her heat was taking hold and she couldn’t find the strength to let go of Korra’s tense neck and shoulders. She felt that she would break if she wasn’t touching her.
The alpha’s hands on her hips felt like iron claws. Her fingers dug so hard that Asami knew that there would be bruises later but she didn’t care. Korra touch carried on with a promise. A promise that the alpha wanted this as much as she did.
The car finally rolled to a stop and Tonraq got out the car and popped the trunk to retrieve Korra’s wheelchair. She was surprised that Korra scooped her up with a heavy grunt, standing just long enough to crash into the seat of her chair. Asami’s heart fluttered at the strength in Korra’s flexing muscles for a moment. A shiver ripped up her spine as she was seated in the alpha’s lap again.
Asami’s heartrate started to rise. In just a few moments, Korra was going to be inside… She panted and lost herself on what was to come. Her hips started to rock on their own, trying to find the evidence of Korra’s need. She could smell it. She could smell how aroused Korra was. But…
Asami stopped her subtle rocking with a twisty confused brow. Her alpha hasn’t risen to the occasion yet. The omega part of Asami’s brain was screaming in dismay. A sour taste filled her mouth as a dark and depressing thought stabbed in her mind. Maybe Korra really wasn’t attracted to her. Maybe she misjudged the whole thing. But the desperate pleading of Korra’s eyes in the spirit hut told her differently. The demanding touch of Korra’s hands told her differently. The possesive obsession over her safety told her differently. The aroused stink of needy alpha was telling her differently. She had been swept away in the current of Korra’s all consuming chi all night.
Then why…
A cry of shock tore out of her when she was thrown onto the bed of their room. At first, Asami was half-expecting Korra to crawl over her and give her what she wanted, what she needed. Korra’s chi was flaring with desire. All the signs of Korra wanting her was there. But the pained look in her dark eyes told her something was wrong. And to Asami’s horror, Korra started to roll back.
“K-korra,” Asami’s voice was full of pleading need, arching up from her place. She put as much persuasion in her voice even if it cracked. “Where… a-are you going? Wh-what’s wrong?”
“I, um…” The tension in the alpha’s neck spread with a thick swallow. “I’m just going to sit by the window… I won’t leave.”
That wouldn’t do. That won’t do for Asami for one bit. The look of fear in Korra’s eyes told her something was wrong. And she was going to get to the bottom of it. With an aching groan, the omega sat up and tore her jacket off. She was sweltering in heat and needed to have some sort of comfort to keep her hazing mind focused as best as she could. But even that wasn't enough so she peeled the rest of her clothing off.
Korra had looked away when her ruined panties pulled off her shaking thighs and plop wetly on the wooden floor in abandon. The alpha started to turn away and head over to her designated spot. Narrowing her eyes, Asami rolled over to the nightstand to fish something out of the drawer.
Korra’s wheels locked to the owner’s surprise then reversed back to the bed with a push of a button. The alpha’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. “Not so fast,” Asami slipped off the edge, burning her gaze down on the fidgeting woman in the wheelchair. “Are you saying after all that happened today, that you don’t want to… help me?”
“I…” Korra sucked in a breath keeping her eyes plastered to the floor. “I… can’t help you. I’m… It’s… not possible…” The red of Korra’s face grew into a deep rouge against her dark skin. “I’m… not an alpha, not anymore.” Asami’s brow twisted with more confusion, in any other circumstance, she’d be hurt that Korra had no interest in mating with her. But Asami knew that she was interested. She could smell it and feel it. Now the pieces were fell into place, and she knew what Korra meant.
Squaring her shoulders, Asami took a step with a hungry expression in her eyes. She saw Korra squirm in her chair, trying to push herself back but the remote controlled power locks she installed during the rebuild had prevented that. She knew that it would be useful in some situation. Korra was good at avoiding her but not this time.
“A-Asami… What are you-” The second Asami straddled herself over Korra’s lap, the alpha before her was lost for words, caught in a sharp inhale of surprise. She dove in, catching Korra’s open mouth in a heated kiss, pouring all of her heart into it. Korra tasted like heaven. Asami pressed her tongue in for more, moaning at the flavor.
Korra locked up underneath her, as if she was frozen in a state of shock and caution. When the kiss broke, Asami panted heavily, pawing her hands over the alpha’s shoulders in asking. “Korra…” She nosed the other woman’s ear. “Most alphas can extend… most alphas can sire children.” Korra let out a painful sob of emotion, smearing her tears against her neck. “But that’s easy.” She drew back, cupping the dark woman’s face with all her softness. “But being the heir of the Southern Watertribe… protecting a strange omega from the dangers of traditionalist culture? That’s difficult. No one would have been willing to do what you did for me today.”
Korra tried to say something back, but she was lost for words. Asami shushed her softly, giving her another kiss of reassurance. “Stay with me… just stay like this. You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Asami scooted back a bit, hooking her feet onto the top of the wheels. She hooked one hand behind Korra's neck to steady herself. Her free hand slid down her sweat soaked stomach past the black curls and beyond. A hiss pushed from her lips the moment her fingers found the engorged bud of her clit.
"Spirits… 'sami." Korra's eyes burned through her, peeling back the last layers of self constraint she had left. She was looking down, watching Asami touch herself out of desperation. Humiliation filled her every pore. She had prided herself on being a respectable omega with a hard resolve for decency and calculated logic. But something about Korra was alluring enough to make her shameless. Open to the gaze of this alpha’s unfed hunger, Asami couldn’t stop the moan escaping from her lips.
There was more things she wanted to say, but her mind was too consumed by lust. Her body’s demands couldn’t be ignored. When a throbbing pulse erupted inside of her center, she couldn’t stop the filth escaping her lips. “Korra… God, Korra, you make me so wet.” She moaned again, arching back as the pleasure consumed her. “I need you. I want you.”
“Stop.”
Asami stilled, heart fluttering with anticipation. She forced her eyes open again, finding a war of arousal and indecision in her alpha’s gaze. If Korra rejected her, she would break. She would just die with sorrow. The silence seemed to drag on forever, even though only a few seconds had gone by.
Finally, Korra gave in.
Asami’s mouth was set up on with a snarling passion. Korra’s hungry mouth consumed her, demanding submission with forceful swipes of her tongue. And when those strong hands wrapped around her she melted in joy, whimpering in total surrender to Korra’s touch and claim. Her hips slotted back against the alpha’s abdomen, rocking with sloppy practice and making a mess on her lover’s jeans. She was so close. And the way Korra was kissing her lead the path to a swiftly growing orgasm.
With a growl in her throat, Korra pawed at her back, scratching down her shoulders until her hips were held with a hard clamping pressure. She forced her to grind harder, faster until sparks flew behind Asami’s eyes. Then she came. Shaking and wailing out her ecstasy into the warmth of Korra’s warm mouth. Wave after wave of pure bliss rippled through her, making her toes arched and cling to the tread below her feet.
When her shudders lessened, Asami whimpered in protest when Korra broke their kiss. She gasped with pleasant surprise when her alpha wrapped her arms around her and lifted. Asami clung to her for an anchor, fully aware that Korra was standing on shaking legs. A step, two and many more followed until Asami’s back collided with the mattress again.
“Oh, Korra…” Asami’s desire was flaring up all over again as her alpha’s mouth planted desperate nips underneath her jaw. She grasped the hem of Korra’s shirt, trying to lift it up so she could feel more of her. A whine escaped her throat when her alpha was too selfish to break away. “Please… I want to feel you. All of you.”
Korra broke away with a snarl, standing up against the edge of the bed and tearing her own shirt off following her breast band. The sight before her left her breathless. Korra was all muscle underneath glowing brown skin. Her breasts were full, capped with chocolate kisses that made Asami’s mouth water for a taste. She rose up to a seating position and dragged her fingers down the washboard of abs exposed to her touch.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed against the column of Korra’s neck as her hands found the fastening of her jeans. She needed them off. She wanted to feel every inch of skin and muscle against her. But her wrists were ceased by the alpha’s hands and she was pushed back down, pinned under the fury of alpha dominance that had her gushing.
Korra’s dark eyes searched her face with a deep pain, filling with the threat of tears again. “Asami… I-”
She cut off Korra’s words with a kiss. Whatever doubts she was thinking needed to be extinguished. Asami needed to show her that she did deserve her love. That they can make this work. Because Asami knew that Korra’s path to recovery depended on her self-esteem. Korra moaned pitifully against her lips. The grip on her wrists lessened and she noticed Korra was struggling to keep on her feet. So she broke free of her alpha’s grasp and pulled her closer, on top of her with the full weight of her body.
Asami swung with all of her might, switching their positions until she was fully seated on top of her. Her hands made quick work of Korra’s pants, dipping her hand in the front before she received any protests.
“Ah! Asami!” Korra sounded shocked, but her back arched beautifully to a perfect angle. Asami’s mouth closed over one of the alpha’s nipples, lavishing her tongue gently all while stroking against the damp fabric of Korra’s underwear with nimble, experience fingers.
“Wait!” Korra clawed the bedding, twisting it so hard in her grip that it was tearing. So she stilled, releasing the stiff bud from her lips and waited like she was told to. “This is… dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” Asami tilted her head to the side, running her tongue over her lips. “What are you talking about?”
“I…” Korra sucked in a breath to compose herself. “I’ll go feral. I do it every time my rut comes.”
“But that won’t happen now,” Asami said with persuasive honey. She topped it off with a release of calming pheromones. “You just need to relax and stop overthinking it.” When Korra’s body started to melt under her persuasion, Asami slowly moved southward, leaving little red prints across the planes of her abs. “I’m going to enjoy this either way. I can’t wait to taste you and make you come in my mouth.”
Korra’s mouth hung open like a airplane hanger door and her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. “Asami! I- I don’t think-”
“Stop thinking,” Asami’s eyes narrowed while she started to get a little on edge. She grunted and pulled Korra’s pants and underwear off in one sharp tug, earning an undignified yelp of surprise. Korra’s natural scent smacked even more strongly in her face, making her shudder before drawing her eyes down.
Korra was swollen and wet before her. The petals of her lips puffed out with a warm color and Asami could see that her clit was large, poking out underneath the hood and twitching, ready to find home against her aching tongue. Asami leaned down and placed a sweet kiss one of the outer lips of her lover’s pussy. She felt Korra gasp and buck up into her mouth, but she placed her hands down on the alpha’s hips to steady her.
Closing her eyes, Asami sealed her lips over Korra, gently swiping her tongue across the throbbing button that she was eager to get to know. Korra made a strange sound, along the lines of pleasure and painful ache, but she continued. Softly twirling Korra’s clit with her tongue with light loving strokes. She moaned as Korra’s scent suddenly became a taste, her inner purred in the opportunity to serve such an alpha that possessed such an addictive flavor - sweet and slightly tangy. And it was all for her, only her.
Asami hummed in approval, taking her time to pull every gasp and shaking moan from Korra’s throat. When she started to feel the thighs around her head starting to shake, she dragged her nails down them and rocked her suckling mouth in a soft rhythm.
“Asami…” Korra’s hands left the twisting bedspread and found the home into her wavy black hair, fisting. She didn’t make her pull away, in fact Korra pulled her closer, searching for more pressure. Asami moaned in approval and lashed her tongue a bit faster with more purpose. She opened her eyes, looking up at Korra’s face with such devotion and love.
Dark eyes peered back at her, beholding her with awe masking the pain that Korra had held deep inside her. It’s okay. Asami said with her eyes. Let me love you. Let me take all of your pain away. She doubled her efforts, never once breaking eye contact while worshiping Korra with hunger until-
“Oh, Asami… Oh, s-shit!” Korra’s moans turned into hitched sips of breath. The only warning she had was a pulsing throb, then her lover dug her heels and lifted her hips crying out and shaking with orgasm. Wet, hot fluid spilled over her chin, heralding her success. Asami wrapped her hands underneath Korra’s thighs, drinking and moaning with her in celebration to have brought her to peak in such a beautiful way. She only stopped her service when Korra collapsed, utterly spent and fighting to regain her breath.
Asami crawled back up her body, resting her hips between Korra’s thighs with gentle rocking. “Korra… God, Korra your so sexy. Especially when you come.” Asami kissed her, sloppily and sharing the evidence of her success. Korra sobbed into her mouth, overwhelmed at what had happened and she kissed her through it, trying to silently make Korra understand her feelings by putting her entire soul into her.
The kiss finally broke, and Asami rested her forehead against hers in a reverent reflection.
“Please don’t push me away anymore…” Asami implored trying to not to sound too hopeful, but she couldn’t stop her own tears from falling. “I don’t want to pretend anymore.” She swallowed down the lump in her throat and shakily asked,
“Will you marry me?”