Omegas Gambit 1/4

Chapter 3

Korra's suffering continued long after dinner ended. Once she choked down the tasteless food on her plate, she followed everyone else to bid Opal her final farewells. Her faint hope that Asami's maddening scent would fade in the breeze was dashed as soon as they stepped outside. If anything, the sweet smell was even stronger in the fresh evening air, and watching her swaying hips was absolute torture. Korra avoided Asami as best she could in the small crowd, even going so far as to walk beside Mako, but she always found herself drifting in the wrong—or maybe the right—direction. That, or Asami was deliberately standing closer to her than usual. The thought sent a thrill through her even though she wasn't certain.

She managed to regain enough focus to give Opal a proper embrace, but even that was difficult. She had to keep her lower body as far away as possible, and ended up giving her new friend an awkward side-hug instead. Once they pulled apart, she shuffled straight to the back of the group, praying her pants would conceal her embarrassment. She hadn't known it was possible to sustain an erection for so long, and she was beginning to doubt if it would ever leave.

While everyone else waved goodbye, she crept away, slinking back to her room. Still, she couldn't resist stealing a longing glance over her shoulder before she left. To her surprise, Asami was looking back, her raven hair gleaming in the blazing orange sunset. That split second of eye contact was enough to make Korra's skin burn. The already-hard shaft of her cock strained desperately against the front of her pants.

It took an effort of willpower not to jog back and drag Asami inside with her, but she resisted temptation, hurrying across the courtyard. Thankfully, her room was only a short distance away. She slammed the door behind her, slumping against it and breathing a heavy sigh of relief. "Spirits, I'm a mess." She'd barely spoken during dinner, but her voice was hoarse with frustration and pent-up desire. "It shouldn't be like this. No one else's heat has ever been this hard to ignore..."

Her heart thundered harder as she considered why that might be. Asami was stunning, of course, but so were many other people in Republic City. Mako was handsome too, in his own way, and he'd never made her burn like this. Her admiration for Asami's appearance couldn't explain the strength of her attraction, either. Even when we were both chasing Mako, she was so kind, so genuine, so funny and smart and...

Korra whimpered at the unhappy discovery that her attraction wasn't just physical. Why didn't I notice before? Was it because I didn't want to see? Because I couldn't let myself consider her as anything more than a friend? Along with the private admission that her feelings ran deeper than lust came sobering realization. I can't tell her. When Mako and I broke up, it almost ruined Team Avatar. It hurt so much to lose him as a friend. If I lose her too, it might just break me.

Still reeling, she staggered over to her bed and flopped on top of the covers, sitting up only long enough to tear off her shirt. Sweat evaporated from her skin as soon as she started stripping, and the slight coolness sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. Next came her pants, although it was a bit awkward to kick them off. She couldn't avoid grazing the bulge at the front as she loosened the drawstring, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan.

"Well, it looks like you're not going away," she muttered, glaring at the thick shaft between her legs. It pointed proudly toward her stomach, a vein along its side already throbbing. The blunt head was swollen with need, and wetness clung to the divot at its tip. Pressure pulsed visibly along its length, and Korra's fingers twitched on top of the covers.

I could just...

"No," she said to the empty room, hoping that saying the word aloud would strengthen her resolve.

I could just take care of it really fast. It's already lasted through dinner. It's not going anywhere anytime soon unless I do something about it.

"I can't..." Her lips formed objections, but her hand crawled down her stomach, tracing nervous lines back and forth between her hipbones.