Omegas Gambit 1/4

Chapter 2

Korra paced beside the foot of her bed, whipping around whenever she stopped short at one of the walls. Her hands bunched into fists, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't calm her racing heart. Asami's scent still lingered in her nose. The sweet smell was intoxicating, almost thick enough to taste on her tongue as she breathed in...

She stomped in frustration, sending an angry blast of air at the floor. It ruffled the rug, but bounced harmlessly off the stone beneath. "It's not fair," she snarled. "Things were just getting back to normal with the two of us, and..." She sent another angry gust toward the window, trying desperately to ignore the ache in her stomach. It was clawing her open, pulsing hard enough to travel between her legs. If she wasn't careful, her discomfort would get much worse.

When the window frame stopped rattling, Korra felt even worse. She threw herself onto the bed, tossing her forearm over her eyes and kicking the covers out of the way. "We're friends. Just friends. And - ugh! This is..." She inhaled through her nose, trying keep from shuddering. Every cord of muscle in her body felt strained to the snapping point. She could still see the pink flush at the points of Asami's cheeks, her dark, gleaming hair pulled back to reveal the vulnerable column of her throat.

Korra rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow, screaming into the fabric. Unfortunately, it only made the scent trapped in her nose stronger. Asami's heat had called to her, begging her to reach out. To touch. To leave her mark on that beautiful pale skin. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced, and the intensity of her feelings frightened her.

She had sensed other omegas' heats before. In a place as large as Republic City, it was impossible to avoid. There was always someone advertising for a mate during their cycle, but no one else had tormented her this way. Maybe it was because of Mako. Her relationship with the beta had been good at first, and it had consumed all her extra thoughts when she wasn't focused on defeating Amon and Unalaq. But though their connection blazed hot, it hadn't been stable. Things had fallen to ash as fast as they burned, and they were still struggling to rebuild their friendship.

Then, there was Asami. Just remembering the way she looked, the way she smelled, was enough to double the pressure in Korra's belly. She couldn't have summoned a clear image of Mako's face in her mind's eye even if she wanted to. Asami was everything--the only thing--she wanted. She rolled onto her side, cupped a hand between her legs, and squeezed. Instead of providing relief, it made the problem worse. Her clit twitched inside her pants, and she whimpered as it started to swell.

Great. This is the last thing I need right before a public dinner.

Korra bit her cheek, hoping mild pain might stop the shift, but it was too late. The stiff point began to extend, and she reluctantly made room for her swiftly growing shaft. Soon, it was straining against the front of her pants. She wanted to move her hand, but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. She was afraid if she let up even a little, her need would grow unbearable.

Groaning with frustration, she tried to think of something, anything to distract herself. Her only previous relationship had been with a male beta, so she hadn't had as many chances to use her altered anatomy. Her cock had made a few appearances before, but the desire she felt now completely eclipsed all her previous experiences, and Asami wasn't even nearby.

Is it just because she's an omega in heat, or is it something else? Something more? The thought of what that 'more' might be was terrifying. As the Avatar, Korra didn't have many people she could trust. Asami was probably her closest friend in the entire world. She wasn't willing to ruin yet another precious relationship over a fleeting sexual attraction.

After several silent minutes, she finally found the willpower to sit up. She removed her hand, trying not to flinch as she did so, and sighed as she stared at the front of her pants. Never before had she been so grateful for the coverage her skirt offered. She doubted her problem would go away anytime soon, and she only had a few minutes left before dinner.