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Today’s the day. Asami twisted her fingers as she paced back and forth in the foyer. At that very moment, Korra and both of their sires were negotiating the terms of Asami’s dowry in the chief's study. The minutes that ticked painfully by seemed to stretch into hours, and as time dragged on, Asami grew more nervous.
They shouldn’t be taking this long. What if Hiroshi was asking for more than they had to give? What if he changed his mind, or worse… What if Korra decided that Asami wasn’t worth the price?
Spirits, she hated this. That she had to wait outside until the alphas were done discussing her fate. Her price. As if she was a product being pitched to a group of swarthy investors on Shark Tank.
Senna peaked around a corner. “They’re ready for you,” she said with a smile. A smile was good right? If Senna looks pleased then she doesn’t have anything to worry about. With a shaky breath, Asami followed her down the hall and gave a nod to the servant who opened the door for her as she entered.
Tonraq and Hiroshi stood upon her arrival before a long table. Asami attempted to read the room when sinking in a chair next to her father. Judging by the quiet ease and muted scents in the room, the discussion should have gone well without too much bickering.
Then her eyes met Korra’s. And her nerves melted away into a soft, gooey puddle of affection at the alpha’s pleased grin. Oh good. Korra looked happy and Tonraq was smiling, too. Her father remained neutral, however, looking sharp and alert like he always does during meetings.
Tonraq cleared his throat, smoothing his reading spectacles over the bridge of his nose to read the contract out loud.
“I, Chief Tonraq of the Southern Watertribe, am offering my only daughter and heir, Korra Winters, as a suitor for Hiroshi Sato’s only daughter and heir, Asami Sato. We offer this contract to bond our families together forever. Any offspring precured from this union, will inherit all of our assets and rightful claims to the Southern Throne.
“We hereby agree to the following terms and conditions for Korra Winters to acquire the rights to take Asami Sato’s hand in marriage, obedience and access to her womb to precure heirs not only for our throne but for the Sato pedigree thereof.”
Spirits, this is embarrassing. It's growing alarmingly hot in the room. As if all the hearths in the mansion were lit ablaze.
Tonraq’s voice became cotton in her ears, followed by a horrible ringing. Something was said about offering land for Future Industry operations and a small percentage of government funding, among a few other things. It seemed like the only things she really heard were the most humiliating ones.
“If a child isn’t sired within two years of the ceremony, either party has the right to withdraw from the matebond. Any assets and/or contracts precured with Future Industries during the length of the marriage will remain set in place.”
Two years. Asami stifled the need to start hyperventilating. I need to have Korra’s pups in two years. Who’s to say if they can even have pups? Would their families be satisfied with adopted children? Probably not.
A small gasp clung to her throat at the tug of her alpha’s chi. Korra’s eyes shined at her from across the table like sapphires, making her relax again, an anchor in an uncertain storm at sea.
“Hereby after this contract is signed, Asami Sato, the omega, will pledge to give her submission to Korra Winters, and only to Korra, until death or in the case of violations against the terms of this document. She will receive a resident card to live and work permanently in the Southern Watertribe territory thus declaring dual citizenship and subjected to the laws of the land…”
She was done listening. From the starstruck look in her alpha’s eyes, it was clear that Korra wasn’t either. After a throat clearing sound, Korra blinked, then scooped up the pen and swiftly signed the document. Then with a glide of her fingers, the contract twirled and slid into place in front of Hiroshi. He signed it without hesitation and thumbed the edge until taking place in front of her.
Asami lifted the paper and took careful time to read it over, just in case she missed anything important. “Asami, you don’t need to read it, just sign it,” her father groaned with impatience.
“ Sht ,” the omega stuck a finger up to silence her own father and continued to read. “It’s bad for business if you don’t read what you sign. You taught me that.”
Hiroshi sighed.
“I’d like to omit Section 4b,” Asami declared, lowering the paper. “Future Industries shouldn’t retain assets in the case of a divorce, especially since I do not yet own Future Industries nor does it own me.”
“Asami, this is to just make sure that she treats you well.”
“Take it out of the contract and add a prenuptial agreement instead, that way it’s fair for both parties.”
“But it is part of your dowry, babygirl.”
She absolutely hates it when her father calls her that. She definitely hates being subjected to two older alphas bartering as if she was a trade good. She’s irritated, tired and… Spirits, it’s so hot in here.
“It’s fine, Asami,” Korra had to cut in, staring at her with intensity. “I’ll accept whatever consequences there are if I can’t make you happy.” The omega’s stomach turned to mush. Asami bitten down on her inner cheek to stop herself from grinning like a damn idiot. She knew she was blushing, she knew that her father can smell her reaction. So she tried to remain headstrong in spite of it.
“But, what if-”
“Go ahead and sign it.” There was a roughness in the back of Korra's throat which carried across the table then crawled up Asami’s spine. Hiroshi stiffened beside her, but she hardly noticed with the way Korra’s chi flicked against her with intent. A command, one that her inner oozed into. Her hand lifted the pen and the document was signed without another word.
The paper was scooped up and sent off for copy creation for everyone’s reference. Chairs scraped along the floor and Tonraq shook Hiroshi’s hand enthusiastically. Asami couldn’t move from her seat.
A bright flush had broken out on Asami’s skin when she gained the clarity of what Korra just did.
She should be furious, she should. Normally, she wouldn't tolerate being subject to alpha dominance like that. But when it comes from Korra, it has an opposite effect. It's a bit grounding, actually. It's nice to surrender and let Korra handle some things without Asami needing to prove herself all the time.
"Asami?"
Her thoughts snap to the moment, where everyone but Korra had left the study. She looked sheepish and happy while circling the table to meet her. The weight of the moment had finally hit her.
She was Korra's betrothed, legal and official. All that's left is to have the ceremony and after that…
"Korra..." Asami's body melted as Korra reached for her. She slipped into the alpha's lap with a relieved sigh and nuzzled against the soft skin of her neck. "I can hardly believe it."
"Me neither," Korra murmured in her hair, inhaling deeply while squeezing her close. This is where she belonged, safe and wrapped up in her lover's arms. "You feel so warm," she said.
"Hmm," Asami sighed and sank further into her alpha's embrace. "You do too."
"No, I mean like… really warm.” Korra drew back to look at her, touching a palm to her face with a frown. "You've been working a lot in your room the past two weeks. You should take a break."
Asami admitted that it has been a while since she gave herself a day's rest. She would work on her secret project during the night, not even making it to bed until the early hours.
Korra had started going to work at the Chieftain Hall as a delegate. She took the advantage to catch up on work she missed out on. She’s been checking in on her business clients, polishing her stock portfolio, emailing professors at the university and completing a few engine designs. She hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in a while, not to mention an orgasm.
That certainly won't do.
“Korra?” She eyed her alpha. “Don’t think I didn’t notice what you did back there.” Korra started to squirm under her gaze, trying to feign ignorance and immensely failing. “You know what I’m talking about,” Asami edged, biting her lip while playing with the short hairs on the back of Korra’s sweaty neck.
“I didn’t mean to!” Korra confessed like she caught her hand in a cookie jar. “I was just getting impatient because there isn’t a lot of time before everyone else got here.”
“It’s okay,” she said with the threat of a laugh. “I… kinda liked it.”
“Oh…” Korra's eyes morphed from astonishment, to realization, and finally into a dark, heated gaze. “Maybe I should order you around more often."
Asami groaned into the alpha’s neck in desire. Korra’s extended family would arrive soon, along with other guests for feasting and drinking, as was custom after a dowry agreement. This wasn’t the right time to get aroused, but she couldn’t help the images flood her brain. She wanted to be on her knees and have all of her omega itches scratched -to submit, to be filled and used thoroughly .
“So long as you don't do it in front of my father again… You can do whatever you want with me tonight,” Asami murmured in her alpha’s ear. “I’m practically yours.”
“Practically...” Korra huffed, growling possessively and squeezing her hands on Asami’s trembling thighs, riding her skirt up. “But not truely yet,” she added. “Not until I fatten you up with my pups."
“ Spirits , Korra.” Asami whined and gasped with a humiliating ache. “D-don’t say things like that!”
"But you like it," Korra growled against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip obsessively. "I know you do." Korra fisted her hands in Asami’s clothes and pulled .
When their hips slotted together, all the air inside Asami’s lungs evaporated. She could feel it, hard and pressed into her center. A volcano of desire erupted within her so fast that she almost fainted. “Is… is that?”
“I’ve been wearing it every day for the past week,” Korra confessed. “Been helping with confidence at work and now I gonna fuck you right here on the conference table. And you're gonna take it like a good little omega."
Holy fucking hell.
With a humiliating, high pitched noise pushing out of her chest, Asami fisted a hand in Korra's hair when their mouths collided. The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue and desperate moans following every sharp inhale. Her blood thrummed in her ears as her body was rocketing towards a full blown episode of heat.
Such a crime it was, going for so long without her alpha's mouth and hands on her body. Now Korra intends to demolish her right there, in Tonraq’s study, where anyone can walk in on them.
And, unfortunately, someone did, at the worst possible time.
“Korra? Are you in- Oh!” A young man had swung the door open wide, shock written on his face. Korra's back was facing the door, so the omega submitted to the humiliation of showing her face. What a spectacle she was, hair tossed in a frizzy mess and lipstick smeared all over her mouth.
“Oh, geez! I’m so sorry!” He slapped his hands over his eyes, but he slatted a couple of fingers to fucking peek.
“Hey, Asami!” He waved and Asami tightened her hands on Korra’s shoulders, face red as a tomato and throbbing with ache. She sharply inhaled, trying to stifle her arousal with a breathing technique. One, exhale. Inhale. Two… Three, inhale.
Korra’s head had spun around, eyes wide as globes and red, smeared mouth agape. “ Bolin?! ”
“Hey, buddy!” Bolin awkwardly shifted. “I’d, uh… give you a hug but… it looks like Asami beat me to it.”
A taller, more stern looking man walked in after. “Did you find her?” Mako, Korra’s ex, stopped abruptly at the scene. “Oh… Hey, Korra… Asami."
The omega’s lips tightened and she gave him a little wave, wondering why the hell the two of them were still there staring at them. She’d get off Korra’s lap, but she’s pretty sure she left a wet stain on the front of the alpha’s pants.
“Mako, Bolin!” Korra was just as frozen by embarrassment, but still astonished at the unexpected company. “What are you doing here?”
“Asami invited us,” Bolin announced. He slapped a large hand on Mako's shoulder. "Well, uh… we'll just meet up with you when you're done."
To further drag this embarrassing moment out, another voice came ringing from the hall towards the study, one Asami immediately recognized.
“Asami, where are you?! Geez, is this house bigger than yours?”
Asami groaned, hiding her face in the shield of Korra’s chest. Great, just great.
Skipping into the scene, a petite female omega appeared with a pink gift bag dangling on an arm. “Oh! There you are!” A sleazy grin splashed on her cheeky face. “ Wow , you sure know how to get a party started.” She pivoted towards the men at the doorway and held her hand out. “Hi, I’m Opal, Asami’s roommate from University."
“Hi, Opal!” Bolin’s eyes scanned the little woman with interest while giving a shake. “I’m Bolin and this is Mako, my brother. We used to play hockey with Korra.”
“Well,” Opal stared back at his soft, green eyes and spiky black hair down to his muscular stature. “I’ve never seen such a… strong omega before.” Bolin blushed furiously at the compliment and flexed as his bicep while Opal touched his arm. Mako kept staring, frozen in shock still.
“ Guys !” Asami snapped her head up, eye twitching as she seethed. “Can we please have a little privacy?”
“Oh, right! So sorry!” Bolin went into damage control mode with a tug on Mako’s shirt. He gave Asami a salute after herding both Mako and Opal out of the study, closing the door shut, finally. Korra’s shoulders shook underneath her hands and when Asami pulled back she found her alpha snickering.
Korra’s amusement grew to the point where she was laughing, genuinely, and Asami’s heart flipped at the sound. It was the first time she’s seen Korra laugh so hard and it was contagious. A giggle rose up in the omega’s throat until she was laughing full-heartedly along with her.
“Did you see Mako’s face?” Korra laughed harder with tears stinging in her eyes.
“I did!” Asami replied in kind while combing her fingers through Korra’s hair. “Surprise! I invited your friends.”
“Well, I’m certainly surprised...” Korra chuckled, wrapping her hands over her hips again. Asami sighed heavenly to the nips of teeth on her decorated neck. “Now… where were we?”
A knock rapped on the door and Senna’s voice rang from the other side. “You two better be decent soon! Guests are starting to arrive.”
Korra groaned in disapproval while Asami whined with clear frustration. Reluctantly, she pried off Korra’s lap and draped her overcoat on the wet fabric there. “This is all your fault, you know.”
Korra just gave her a snarky grin, not sorry in the least. She escorted Asami back to their bedroom where the omega took a cold shower and lathered herself up with scent blocking lotion that she recently restocked up on. After reapplying her makeup, her hand dipped into her purse with a blind feel.
A swell of panic shot into her stomach and she looked more thoroughly. “ Shit. ” Asami cursed and dumped the entire contents on the counter, frantically sorting through mountains of junk.
“What’s wrong?” Korra asked, rolling in with a concerned look.
“Nothing! I just… can’t find my favorite lipstick,” she answered lamely. “I’m sorry, I’m just frazzled from earlier and I’m tired and we have to entertain people.” Despite the dressing up part, Asami actually detested artistratic parties, no matter what the occasion was.
“It’ll be okay,” she said looking up at her with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sorry I got you all worked up. It was stupid.”
“It was but…” Asami smiled and bit her lip, a display that Korra grinned at. Yeah. She was certainly looking forward to what will happen after the party. She dared a glance to the shelf of Korra’s lap before finishing her makeup and then scolded herself for doing so. She’s been on the brink of constant arousal since this morning without Korra there.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep and all the work she’s been doing. Maybe it’s just the fact that Asami’s inner knows what’s coming soon… with Korra owning her and all that. Or maybe… Her bottom lip drew between her teeth as she was quietly panicking while digging through her purse.
She can’t find her birth control.
It’s the closest thing she has as a suppressant that won’t give her horrible side effects. Her last shield of defense, her father called it, in case Asami was raped or coaxed into a mating frenzy by an unapproved alpha. And it’s gone. She always keeps it in one place…
Asami's eyes shifted to the bedroom, heart thrumming wildly in her chest. Korra was fingering the knot of her tie in the tall mirror in the corner, their eyes connected and the alpha smirked at her. Green eyes flashed back to the bathroom vanity. Her lips trembled as she rolled a fresh coat of red on.
***
Most of the people there at the party are on her father’s invite list, government officials and old fishing buddies. Some of Senna’s friends from the community center were there, too, including Kya and Doctor Katara. Unalaq was there, too. Desna and Eska stood in a far corner leering at the festivities as if they were in a zoo.
Korra spent a good amount of time talking to Mako and Bolin, being relieved to have familiar company during the party. Mako joined the police force in Republic City and Bolin was hoping to break it big as an actor. They started to laugh about old times and Korra became more and more remorseful at how much she missed out on.
“I’m really sorry about not keeping in touch,” she told them, shyly keeping her eyes on the beer clutched in her fist. “I’ve been… not myself since the accident. It’s so good to see you guys.” Bolin wrapped his arms around her and even Mako joined in with a group squeeze.
“We know you’ve been going through some tough stuff,” Mako said with a smile as he pulled back. “We really missed you, Korra.”
Bolin kept holding on, sniffling over her shoulder. “So much!” Korra patted his back in appreciation. “I’m so glad Asami got us back together!”
When the embrace broke, Korra felt her throat tighten with emotion so she soothed it with a swig of her beer. “Yeah, me too.”
“Congratulations, by the way! I mean who would have thought? Asami Freaking Sato! How the hell did that happen?”
“It's… a long story,” the alpha blushed.
“One that I want to hear!” Bolin jabbed at her shoulder. “Come on! Give us the details!”
“No, don’t,” Mako interjected with a soured expression. “After what we saw earlier, I’d rather her spare us the details.”
Korra gave them a short version. About how Asami was a stubborn omega that wouldn’t take no for an answer. About how they ended up having some sort of chemistry between them and the rest was history. They said that they were happy for her and she believed them.
Korra knew she was the luckiest alpha in the world.
She certainly felt that way, with the hooded glances Asami had been giving her all night while dressed to the nines. She wore 6-inch heels and a black dress that showed an impressive amount of skin. She was chatting with Opal, who seemed to appreciate the view as much as Korra did. The petite woman stood shorter in flats, gaining a direct line of sight to Asami’s cleavage.
Every time Korra attempted to get to Asami’s side, someone would intercept to mingle. It was frustrating, because all Korra wanted to do was steal Asami away from the party and tear that dress into pieces.
Korra kept her conversations as short and polite as she could, but her patience had started to wear thin. At one point, her final straw was broken when Desna approached her fiance. He leaned in close with smirking lips and dared to whisper something in Asami’s ear.
The wheels of her chair creaked under a squeezing grip. Asami smiled at him and conversed back, periodically taking soft sips of white wine. A horrible feeling stirred inside Korra’s gut. A dark, nasty jealous feeling she’s never felt so intensely before. Asami Sato was her omega. Hers to touch and possess and own . Only hers to fuck and fill.
A growl rolled from her throat into clenching teeth.
Korra almost jumped out of her chair when a large hand slapped down on her shoulder.
“Well, it looks like we're going to be family now!” Hiroshi swayed a little, gripping a cup of firewater in his fist with a sloshed grin. “I knew Asami would change your mind. She’s something isn’t she? Takes after her mother.”
Korra forced a polite smile while biting her inner cheek hard enough to taste copper.
“Sure is!” she replied, glancing back across the room. To her relief, she found Asami talking to Senna, making eye contact with her every now and again, grinning mischievously. Hiroshi croaked beside her. His face was red and sweaty with moisture building in the corner of his eyes.
“She looks just like her, you know,” Hiroshi sighed, snapping the rest of his drink in one gulp. He used his pocket square to wipe his face.
“Um..” Korra turned to him with concern. “Mr. Sato, how much firewater have you had?”
“Your father and I…. are betting on who can drink the most,” he said with a hackle, bringing the cup to his lips again, only to become sad to see it was empty. He shrugged his shoulders carelessly.
“Anyways… Yasuko and I didn’t have much in common. She grew up in a rich family while I built my fortune by the sweat of my back. We didn’t meet until the wedding. Hell! We hardly spoke a word to each other until Asami was born.
“Everything changed after that. We ended up truly bonding over the love of our sweet little girl. Can you believe that Yasuko, a highborne omega, had interests in philosophy and ethics? I couldn’t at the time. I just thought omegas were only interested in shopping and pups.” His unfocused eyes stared off into the distance while recalling his memories, a smile slanted on his lips.
Korra’s tongue ended up lodging in the bed of her throat, unable to process all this extremely personal information that Hiroshi was feeding her. Drunk as he was, surely, but she didn’t expect him to talk to her about this. The alpha that will be staking claim over his one and only heir.
He continued.
“Eventually Yasuko grew ill… Asami was young but smart enough to know what was happening.”
“Mr. Sato, are you oka-” A raised finger silenced her inquiry. The stout man swayed like a tower, seemingly about to fall over if Korra hadn’t grasped his forearm in time. He smirked at her and gave a sharp nod in gratitude. Then, all of a sudden, his demeanor changed.
“I have something to say to you, youngling ,” He gruffed with a sharp glance, prodding Korra’s chest with a pudgy digit. “Alpha to alpha. And you're gonna... listen to every word. You hear me?”
With a sharp bob of her throat, Korra nodded.
“You see that?” Hiroshi slung an arm around her neck pointing to the center of Korra’s world right now. His voice lowered in volume, stinking of tobacco and southern spirits. “That is my entire legacy wrapped up in a pretty little package, my entire life’s work. Asami is everything I hoped for in an heir except for one thing.”
The one thing that gives Asami a sense of weakness. Korra could easily guess what he meant.
“If you ever exploit that in any way, I will destroy you. I will take her back by any means necessary," he warned through a glare that spoke volumes. Korra swallowed audibly, digging her fingernails in her thighs to the point of actually feeling it.
On the next beat, Hiroshi exploded in sudden laughter and landed a stinging slap on her back. “Ah! You should have seen your face!” His belly rolled with each jolly chuckle as Korra nervously laughed along.
What the fuck. Thank the gods that Asami finally made it to her, cautiously approaching with a concerned smile. “Daddy, what did you say to her?”
“I had to give her the ol’ treat-her-right-or-i’ll-kill-you talk, she’s gonna be my daughter-in-law after all!” He laughed more, keeping a firm grip on Korra’s shoulder to keep himself from tipping over. He extended his empty glass towards the alpha of the house. “Let’s have another toast, eh?”
Tonraq, who was just as drunk as Hiroshi, cheered and strided over to pour more firewater into his cup, unable to stop it from overfilling and spilling on the ground. “Ooooh-kaay...” Asami reached over and gently pried both the cup and the leather flask out of their hands with a look of disapproval. “I think that’s enough firewater for the both of you .”
The two men groaned like children, toddling after the young omega with the booze, who gave Korra a fiery smirk at the sudden power she had. A lance of desire struck inside Korra’s gut with the curve of those lips. Now she is reminded how it’s been too long since Asami was underneath her, screaming her name in ecstasy.
“It’s bad luck not to drink a drink that is poured!” Tonraq argued with a bit of a slur. “The spirits will be displeased for such a waste.”
“Yes, we should honor the spirits!” Hiroshi, being an unspiritual man, agreed in the utmost urgency. They cornered the heiress with pouts on their faces like pups whose toys were stolen.
“Fine,” Asami shook her head and pressed the cup to her own mouth.
“No, no!” Tonraq halted, waving his hands in the air like gullwings. “Firewater is much too strong for omegas.”
Asami stared straight at the Chief's face. “Watch me.” She challenged and with a smooth tip of her head, the alcohol was gone. She didn’t even wince at the burn of the swallow. Tonraq exploded with laughter and scooped the omega up in a mighty squeeze.
“I love this girl!” he proclaimed, spinning Asami around until she’s screaming with demands to be let down. “You raised a good one, Hiroshi!” Korra’s ears were ringing louder than the laughter echoing in the room while she watched stiffly in her chair.
“Korra?”
The young alpha blinked out of her trance to find multiple pairs of eyes pinning on her. She stopped growling and flushed to realize that she was fuming the room with alpha pheromones. What the hell is wrong with me? She shouldn’t be acting like this.
She shouldn’t be jealous about her own father, a mated alpha, tossing her bride around playfully. She shouldn’t be jealous when Asami calls Hiroshi ‘Daddy’, or when Opal innocently checks her out. But she is. And Korra has no idea what to do with herself. So she laughed it off and chugged down the rest of her beer.
The party goes on.
And Korra’s eyes kept glancing at Asami, even while holding a conversation with her uncle about her new job in the government. He says that he’s impressed, but there is no sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t mention the omega rights project for good reason. This wasn’t the time to start an argument.
The night dragged on and Korra had to suffer while Asami laughed at a joke Bolin told her. She danced with him and Opal to ‘C'est la vie’ by B*Witched blaring from the speakers. Watching them made Korra’s insides stir with a sickly feeling. She can’t dance with Asami or anyone else. She can only sit on the sidelines while-
“Hey.” Her head snapped up to attention. Asami was there with a concerned smile, bending over well enough for the alpha to get a world-class view of what Opal had been staring at. “Come dance with me,” she said.
“Huh?” Korra blinked and snapped her gaze up to Asami’s face. The omega smiled and bent forward, unbuckling the straps holding Korra to her chair. Her senses are drowned out in a plume of Asami’s pheromones and somehow, she’s on her feet with wobbly knees. Korra slumped her weight against her omega, holding onto her waist as a pillar of support.
Asami sank her form against her, radiating warmth and comfort with her nose in the crook of Korra’s neck. They didn’t really dance, but swayed gently like a tree in the wind to a slow love song that she hasn’t heard of. Korra ignored the stares and gasps and awes which rolled around the room as her world narrowed into Asami’s hair.
She smells so good. So, so good. Korra wondered if her lotion was different because the scent was slightly off, but just as delectable. “You’re so beautiful,” Korra murmured, tightening her fingers into the omega’s. “You’re killing me in this dress.”
A low chuckle birthed against Korra’s ear. “Just wait until you see the white one.” Korra groaned quietly and pressed her hips more firmly inward, drawing an answering gasp at what’s being pressed there.
“I’m gonna rip it off of you,” the alpha growled playfully, enjoying how she was making Asami shudder and on the brink.
“You better not, it’s my mother’s dress,” Asami laughed and surprised her with a squeeze on the alpha’s ass cheek. “But anything underneath it will be fair game.” That was it. If she didn’t have Asami screaming her name in the next five minutes, she felt like she might suffocate, or implode.
“Spirits Korra, you have the worst timing,” Asami groaned into her mouth, biting at her lips and fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. Korra vaguely was aware that they are already back in her bedroom and Asami was grinding onto her lap.
Korra hazily kissed back, desire swimming on every pinprick of nerves in her body to the sound of tearing fabric and buttons pebbling across the wooden floor. Korra growled in confusion when Asami broke the kiss to strip herself of her black dress with lightning speed.
“I need you,” Asami whined in anticipated pleasure while her hands worked the alpha’s fly. “I need you inside me right now .”
Korra couldn’t say anything back, she barely recalled how they escaped the party. Her blood itched in her veins and her skin felt too tightly stretched over flexing muscles. Her omega’s skin tasted of raw, unquenchable need. Korra’s inner roared to life when Asami keened at the long drag of her tongue.
“Get on the floor,” Korra demanded with a squeeze of her chi. Asami whimpered pathetically and obeyed her, kneeling like an angel before her. The alpha locked the brakes on her chair, rose onto her feet with ease, then fished herself out of her slacks.
“Korra.” Asami’s pretty blush had deepened at the sight of her, licking her quivering lips. Her scent overpowered the room, blossoming into her sweet state of heat.
“Come here and suck me.” Korra fisted a handful of inky hair, not yet yanking, but commanding power over her. Asami shivered at her words with a moan. She kneed closer, gently sliding her hands over her alpha’s trembling thighs.
Her painted lips opened and Korra hissed to the first brush of Asami’s tongue. She couldn’t feel it, but the image had her throbbing at the sight of it. Those lips wrapped around the head and made a show of suckling and moaning around the silicone flesh. Asami started to bob her head, deeper and deeper with every pass as she sucked noisily, coating the entire length with dripping saliva.
Those noises were cut off with a choked squeak to a harsh pull of the omegas head, alarming Korra enough to gasp and release her hold on Asami’s hair. “Sorry! Are you okay?!”
Asami grinned up at her with a labored breath. “Yes! I just wasn’t expecting that…” The omega’s eyes burned up at her with approval. “Do it again?”
Korra groaned, locked her fingers in her omega’s hair and slowly thrusted her hips. Asami whimpered and took every inch Korra gave her until her lips hit the base. Each thrust carried more force and more urgency than the last until the alpha was thoroughly fucking the omega’s throat on wobblingly knees.
Asami was happy to take everything Korra gave, moaning loudly around her silicone cock with each breath she sipped through her nose. She grew a little bold by pulling Korra’s pants down to her knees and grabbing a handful of the alpha’s ass. With her free hand, Asami wiggled her thumb underneath the harness and pressed.
Korra groaned loudly at the pressure on her pulsing clit. The sight of Asami’s dilated pupils and swollen lips were making her head spin. When the alpha closed her eyes, all the filthy noises of Asami’s mouth scrambled her alpha brain in a frazzled state. She was going to come.
She’s going to come and Asami was barely touching her.
Sensing what was about to happen, Asami wrapped an arm around Korra’s hips to keep her steady. Her thumb drew tight, harsh circles around the alpha’s swollen clit and she moaned with more desperation. The omega’s chi fluttered against her, telling her to let go.
The dam inside Korra’s gut finally broke. She came with a guttural moan, thrusting with sloppy precision but Asami didn’t seem to mind. The last waves left her boneless and too weak to stay upright. “Whoa there,” Asami clutched on before her legs gave out completely. “Easy.” She sighed and nuzzled her nose into Korra’s stomach, leaving little kisses across her skin.
“Bed,” Korra requested while fighting to catch her breath. A moment later, Asami was lying next by her side, sliding her hands across her chest with reverence.
“That was so hot,” she pointed out, rolling her own hips mindlessly against her. “Korra… please.” She didn’t need to beg for long. Korra rolled on top and gave into the impulse to nip at Asami’s beautiful neck, being careful not to bite the leather cording.
One day soon there will be a permanent mark there, a mark laid by her.
Asami arched and hummed with her mindless teething, bucking her hips up to search for her. With a quick repositioning, Korra lined up and pushed forward, completely enraptured at how Asami’s jaw slacked open with a deep, throaty moan.
“Fuck me.”
Korra didn’t need to be told twice. Her nostrils flared to Asami’s blossomed scent. It’s different somehow, but she can’t really focus on the reason. Not when her omega was keening underneath her in need, clawing red streaks down her back as her hips pummeled into her. Her omega’s eyes were round and dark, searching her face while being tossed in the thrash of Korra’s rut.
“ Yes, yesyesyes !-” Asami chanted, gripping tightly onto Korra’s ass cheeks. “Oh, so good . You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop !”
The alpha’s blood had boiled over to the sound of Asami’s frantic moaning. Her clit throbbed painfully with each thrust and she groaned loudly against her omega’s screaming mouth. “So good, baby. You want my pups, don’t you? You want me to fill you up with my come.”
“Yes, I want it,” Asami whimpered desperately. “I want you. I love -” Suddenly, her fiance arched off the mattress and a cry tore from her throat when she climaxed. Korra fucked her through it, slamming her hips harder and faster until another orgasm is torn out of her. It’s so beautiful, seeing Asami like that. So open and pillable to her touch and her touch alone. Korra finally slows the pace to a gentle rocking, dipping her tongue into the sweet, hot cavern of her omega’s mouth.
Soft moans and heavy breaths filled the sex-scented air. Nothing could make Korra happier than this moment, she decided. Her favorite part about making love to Asami wasn’t the seduction or the fucking or even the orgasms she gave, but what came afterwards. The soft gentle sighs and sweet nothings in the quiet.
A sleepy whimper escaped Asami’s mouth when Korra withdrew from her and rid herself of the harness. Korra could go a few more rounds but the omega’s eye-lids were heavy with exhaustion. With a toss, Korra managed to get Asami under the covers with her, curled up against her front in a spooning position.
She ignored the throbbing in her clit, instead littered Asami’s shoulder with tender kisses, mouthing three little words against her flushed pink skin. The omega murmured back in the quiet with a sigh.