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Bloodline	By : QuaqueNocte Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 8147 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Asami knew she was going to be sore from their rut. When she woke up the next day, she woke up with a sore body and a throbbing sensation between her legs. It was a little reminder through the day of the time she spent with Zaheer. Not that she needed one, for images of their intimacy flashed through her mind all day. Sometimes she found herself blushing, sometimes during the wrong situation. She’d have to lie to people that she was remembering when Korra told her she was cute. It was such an innocent answer. At the end of the day, she laid awake thinking of the new sensations she felt. She was going to like this arrangement better than she thought. To think she was going to finally have someone who wouldn’t leave her, someone she could always love, someone who‘d always love her back. Someone to carry on the Sato name.
Over the next few weeks, she visited him every few days. As time went on, she found herself visiting him everyday. Sometimes they didn’t say anything, they just stripped and got right to it. She learned a lot about her body from him, not to mention, a lot of positions they could engage in. Some were more interesting than others.
They stood there touching each other with Asami’s now more skillful hand stroking his length while two of his fingers dived in and out of her wet depths. Zaheer planted heated kisses along her neck, earning soft moans from her. He had started to love the sounds that came out of her mouth.
“Zaheer.” She whispered. He shivered and withdrew his fingers while stopping the assault on her neck. She followed in suit by stopping her stroking but she kept her hand gripped around his member.
“I want to do something new.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“On your side.” He commanded.
She was confused but she complied. Once she was laying on her side, he knelt down near her. She watched him lift her leg and let it rest on his shoulder while he nestled himself between her legs. The next thing she knew, he entered her and was pounding furiously into her.
He closed his eyes to relish the sound of her gasps and moans. The familiar sensation of her walls stretched tightly around him never grew old. The more she visited him, the more he craved her. Her warmth, her wetness, her smooth skin, flesh slamming against flesh. Just thinking about such things made his days more bearable.
Her body was on fire. She wasn’t exactly familiar with many sex positions when they first started but it seemed like Zaheer was going to make sure she was familiar with as many positions as he could possibly put her in. This particular position made her feel like she could go over the edge at any moment. He kept rubbing that one spot. That sweet spot. She shivered every time his member ran along it.
His pounding grew fiercer. Asami’s entire body bounced with each thrust he sent into her. His now opened eyes watched her breasts jiggle from the powerful thrusting. He couldn’t resist, he grabbed one of her soft mounds and let his thumb and finger tweak her hardened nipple. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and he smirked. His hand slid from her mound, down to her stomach and further until he reached her trimmed womanhood. He rubbed his thumb along her swollen button which earned him a surprised squeal from the female.
“Zaheer!”
He smirked and continued to circle his thumb against her little bump. He felt her walls threatening to spasm against him and the look on her face told him she wasn’t going to last much longer. Wanting to send her over the edge, he slammed into her as hard he could.
“Zaheer..” She gasped, pleading with him.
“Let it go.” He responded.
She did exactly that. He grunted and she groaned as they came together. Her now tightening womanhood was flooded with his warm seed. It was a feeling Asami looked forward to whenever she came to visit him. They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s warmth and the sound of puffing as they caught their breath.
“This..may be my favorite position.” Asami breathed.
Zaheer withdrew himself from her and stood at his feet. “Your favorite position so far.”
She closed her legs and moved herself so she was sitting on her knees. “You mean you have more positions?” There was a spark of excitement in her eyes.
“I do, if you’re interested.”
“I am, actually.” Asami’s eyes dropped from his to his still exposed manhood that was starting to soften. She crawled towards causing him to raise an eyebrow. Both eyebrows were raised when he watched her take his length into her mouth. He rested his hand on her head and allowed her to clean him off. Her head bobbed along his length a few times before pulling her mouth away from him.
“Thanks” She heard him mutter.
They dressed themselves once again in silence. Once Asami fastened her shawl around her shoulders, she walked over to Zaheer to put on his cuffs. Before she could bend down to get him, he pulled her into an embrace and planted a heated kiss on her lips. She accepted and wrapped her arms around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.
Their sessions always ended in a blissful, passionate kiss. Or, almost always.

Zaheer was awakened by the sound of his giant metal prison door opening. He was originally laying on his back but sat up to see who was about to approach him. Given the fact he had received his dinner quite a while ago, he had to guess that it must have been the middle of the night. His eyes widened when he saw Asami walking towards him, dressed in a trench coat with her hair out instead of her usual ponytail. There was no particular emotion on her face, or rather, there was a range of emotions. Anger, hurt, sadness, loneliness.
“Asami, what’s wrong?”
She ignored him. When Asami was a few feet from him, they stared at each other. At least, he stared at her. Her eyes were laid on him but he wasn’t sure she was actually looking at him. He couldn’t fathom why she was here. She already visited him earlier, why see him twice?
He watched her unbutton her coat and let it fall to the ground. She wore a see-through red nightgown and nothing underneath. As much as he enjoyed the sight of her body, he hated the sight of her so upset and confused.
Then she was on him, undoing his handcuffs, straddling his hips and planting kisses on his lips while her hands ran through his hair. He tried to pull away from the kisses but she pulled his head back towards hers. She was seeking something from him. Comfort? He was trying to figure it all out while fighting the building arousal he was getting from being so close to her. When her hand found its way to his crotch, he decided it was time to put a stop to it. He grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving it away. She finally pulled away from the kisses to give him a confused look.
“Please.” She begged.
“What’s wrong?”
Asami’s head fell. Tears were starting to run down her cheeks. “I just..can’t.” She whispered. “Everyone ends up leaving me.”
“Tell me what happened.” He ran his hand along her back to give her some kind of comfort.
“Korra called me. She wanted to try to make us work again. I told her maybe we should work at being friends first before lovers. I wanted us to grow close again. She agreed but..” She sighed. “I don’t even know how the fight started. I was trying tell her about our agreement but she wouldn’t listen to me. She kept talking about the relief she was doing in the Earth kingdom. I said something, she said something, then there was yelling. I told her there was no way I’d take her back, she told me she never wanted to hear from me again.”
“It’s all my fault.” She sobbed. “We used to be so close, we’ve been through so much and we said we loved each other but it didn’t mean anything. I can’t keep anyone around.”
“You’re lonely.” He whispered. “That’s why you agreed to have a child with me.”
“If I have a child, they’ll always be there. I’ll love my child no matter what. My child won’t leave me. My parents are gone, Mako never loved me in the first place, and Korra…Korra doesn’t want anything to do with me. I just need someone.”
“That’s why you visit me so much.”
Her eyes met his. “What do you mean?”
“It’s not exactly a walk in the park to get to this prison. You have to go through mountains, but you know I’ll always be here because of my life sentence. You seek that stability, knowing something will remain constant through your unstable life.”
“It’s pathetic, isn’t it? This isn’t who I am. I’m usually a confident, level-headed woman. I run one of the most important companies on this Earth. I helped Korra, Mako, and Bolin take down some of the most powerful, dangerous people we’ve ever seen. And yet I…” Asami chuckled. “I’m venting to the man who caused a lot of these problems and let go of all his ‘Earthly tethers’ to fly. This is probably silly to you.”
“You’re only human. You said yourself you two have been through so much, perhaps you two haven’t fully healed from your past.”
“I suppose not. Look at me, I’m still whining about my father’s death.” Her head drooped as she felt more tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “I brought this upon myself. I wanted nothing to do with him when he went to jail. He was still my father and I pushed him away. I took him for granted and he was taken from me. Just like my mother.”
She was still seeking answers, wondering why she was left alone in this world. She wanted to blame everyone and everything for the death of her family. Kuvira, the Earth Queen, Zaheer and the Red Lotus, herself. She even blamed Korra at one point for not using her Avatar state to take Kuvira out when she had the chance. As long as she had Korra, she thought she could cope with her father’s death. How wrong she was. Time was suppose to heal her wounds but it seemed as the months grew on, she was in more pain.
Zaheer grabbed her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his once again. Asami took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his lips. It wasn’t a passionate, lusty kiss. It was a kiss filled with loneliness, sadness, and fear. His hand released her wrist and let her rub his now aching manhood. He bucked his hips and moaned into the kiss in response. She fumbled with his zipper but eventually managed to pull it down and free his erection. Once it was freed, he grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it off, only breaking the kiss briefly so he could toss it aside.
She lifted her hips to position him at her moist entrance, giving him a few rubs before she lowered herself on him. A shiver ran through her body as she began to work her hips in an up and down motion. She took it slow, wanting to savor the feeling of being filled. It allowed her to temporarily forget her worries and fears. Sometimes she wanted the feeling to last forever, but she knew eventually she’d have to return to reality. She felt his hands grab her breasts and knead them gently. Pulling away from the kiss, she threw her head back and let the moans roll from her lips. Zaheer leaned forward and captured her right breast with his mouth while his hand tweaked and rolled her hard nipple on her left mound.
She picked up the pace, grinding her hips into his, desperate to stimulate every inch of his manhood. He released her breasts and reached down to grasp her bottom. He heard a gasp from her which encouraged him to squeeze her cheeks. The sight before him was lovely. Her breasts danced in front of him, her body was glistening with sweat and he could even see a slight blush along her cheeks.
“You seem fond of this position.” He teased.
“I am.” She breathed.
He leaned back until he was laying on his back, ignoring the slight discomfort from the cuff around his waist and began thrusting upwards into her so she was bouncing on him. She released her arms from his head to her bouncing mounds instead. His hands left her bottom to roam along her body, feeling every curve and inch of skin on her he could, until he came across her nether regions. Smirking, he ran his thumb along her bed of curls until he reached her little button which he began to furiously rub.
She let out a high-pitched gasp. “Zaheer!” He loved the way she said his name, it made him pound into her harder.
“Say it again.” He said in a raspy voice. He was so close.
“Zaheer.” She let his name roll off her tongue. “Zaheer!” She arched her back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, causing her to tense up for a second but she relaxed as her walls gently clenched around his member. He gave one last thrust into her before letting out a deep, almost animalistic grunt and releasing his load into her.
Asami collapsed forward onto his chest. She was exhausted but extremely satisfied.
“I think the guards know.” Asami said between breaths.
“Perhaps. Have they been asking you questions?”
“Once. I told them you wrote to me wanting to help me design something for the air benders, as a way to pay off your debt to society.”
“That would be believable, if you didn’t come empty-handed half the time.”
“I get caught up in things sometimes.”
They untangled themselves from one another to make themselves decent.
“For whatever it may be worth, I think the Av-..Korra really cares about and loves you, even if she says hurtful things.”
Asami nodded her head to acknowledge his words. She approached him and planted a light kiss on his lips. It was sweet and sad. Just like she was.
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