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Forced Family	By : QuaqueNocte Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 35444 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: A rather unusual and lighter-toned chapter.

Korra was starting to hate her body, not that she didn’t already hate what she saw in the mirror. She gained some weight. Her breasts suddenly seemed to be in the way all the time and her stomach bump grew a bit bigger. It was just large enough to stop her shirt from covering all of her stomach. She could easily cover it with another shirt but she liked the one she came into Republic City with.

Meanwhile, Asami’s body still seemed perfect. Her bump was barely noticeable, her hips had widened to make her look curvier in Korra’s eyes and her skin was just flawless and glowing. Korra’s skin always seemed dry with zits popping up in places she didn’t think they could. She fattened up like a calf and Asami just looked more womanly everyday.

Amon must not have minded Korra’s transforming body. In fact, it seemed he enjoyed it more. It must be why he sought her body more than Asami’s. It was hell for Korra but she rested just a bit easier knowing it wasn’t Asami.

Now if only she wasn’t on her knees so much…

“You’ve gotten quite good as this. Almost as if it were your destiny.” He chuckled. It was unnatural.

He watched her head bob along his member. He enjoyed watching them submit before him more than the actual rutting. Having two of the most influential women in Republic City kneel before him was one of the ultimate conquest. After all, it was only something a man with true power could do.

Korra always grew restless during oral. As she advanced in her pregnancy, her joints began to ache more and it irritated her knees but like everything else, she had to suck it up and just do it.

His fingers twirled through her ponytail. She could feel his condescending eyes on her, her own eyes refusing to meet his. “If only your bending masters could see you now. You think they’d be happy to see where their hard work has gotten you? You dedicated your life to becoming the best. So eager to get out in the real world. Do you like the real world? Or perhaps you want to go back to your sheltered life, ignorant of reality?”

She clenched her fists resting on her legs while a few tears strayed down her face. It was becoming increasingly difficult to resist his words since, sometimes, his words mimicked her own thoughts.

He hand grabbed her ponytail. His hips gave a few thrusts into her before his peak finally hit. It was such a relief to her. She was almost happy to swallow him. He never allowed her to spit him out for some reason.

A few pants came from him before his breathing became normal again. Now all she had to do was wait for him to grow tire of her mouth.

“This suits you quite well.” Finally, he pulled away from her. She took a deep breath and a couple of coughs in relief. It wasn’t until he bent slightly to grab her chin that she finally looked in his terrible eyes on his mask-less face. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” She almost squeaked. His grip on her chin tightened. “Only you.”

“Very good.” He released her and tucked himself back into his pants. He took one last glance at drooping girl in front of him. She kept her head down with her blank eyes staring at the floor. He was a bit disappointed that she was just about broken. He had fun breaking her.

Korra didn’t notice he had moved away from her and into his bathroom. The day had just begun and she already felt drained and hopeless. It felt like a chore just getting herself off the ground. A part of her hoped these feelings were just her hormones. It meant a chance that she may be able to be happy again but somehow, she didn’t think it was possible.

With a soft sigh, she pulled herself to her feet. It felt good to finally be off her knees. Normally, she would have left the room to enjoy Asami’s company, or at the very least, get away from him but instead, she decided to linger. He was in the bathroom, applying his make-up with, what looked to be, a small paint brush. She always thought it was odd seeing a man applying make-up. Then again, women wearing make-up was strange to her too. It could make someone into a completely different person.

She stood in the doorway, watching him. She was a bit impressed that he could apply the stuff quickly. Asami normally took her time with hers.

“Is it alright if me and Asami wrote letters to Bolin and Mako?” She suddenly asked.

She noticed he was now looking at her through the wall mirror. “And what makes you think either one of them would want to speak with you?”

“I just miss them.” She said quietly.

Even with him staring at her, he was still applying his make-up perfectly. “You let them down. You screwed over a relationship with Bolin and Mako never wanted you from the start. No one would. You’re weak, spoiled, and useless. If Mako really wanted you, you’d be his. Instead, you and Asami let him toy with you, bouncing between you two like some kind cheap thrill. He was only after one thing and afterwards, well, you would have been tossed aside like leftovers. And you would have been dumb enough to give him what he wanted.”

He set down the brush now that his make-up was complete. His heavy steps took him in front of Korra. Towering over her reminded him just how small she was. He could break her so easily but he preferred to slowly bend her until it was too much. “Face it. No one wants you anymore. You’re a distant memory to these people that will soon be no more. I am all you have in your pathetic life.”

Korra wanted to sigh but she couldn’t find her voice. Instead, she stared at the ground to avoid his intimidating gaze.

“Go prepare my breakfast.”

“Have you ever gone into the spirit world?” Asami had asked her after they finished making breakfast. They sat opposite from one another at the table. Asami was eating a bowl of fruit while she watched Korra gobble down a bowl of rice with seared meat.

“No, why do you ask?” Korra said in between her bites.

“I just think it’d be…relieving if you could.”

Korra thought for a moment. She wasn’t wrong. If she could go into the spirit world while Amon violated her physical body, it’d be a lot less pain to deal with. She knew what Asami was getting at. It’d be a lot less stress for Asami knowing her friend wasn’t suffering as much. Korra only wished they both could go into the spirit world together.

“Air bending was the key to going into the Avatar state and the spirit world. Amon took that away.”

“You couldn’t air bend before. Maybe when he took your bending away, he only took the three you knew. Maybe you could still learn how to air bend.”

Asami must have been thinking about it for a while. It was something that never crossed Korra’s mind, something she didn’t want to find herself contemplating. All the ‘what-ifs’ in life would have driven her mad by now. Sometimes they do. “I don’t think it works like that.”

Heavy footsteps began to echo through the house. Amon was light on his feet in battle but he always made sure his presence was known in his house.

Both girls grew silent when he appeared. His food was already ready; A steaming bowl of rice porridge, which was one of his favorite things to eat in the morning from what they observed, sat the head of the table. They silently ate their food as he took a seat at the table. He was dressed in his usual uniform with his mask on, which he took off to eat. Before he was able to lift up his spoon, there was a knock at the door. Asami’s heart fluttered.

“Answer that.” He demanded. They didn’t know which one he was talking to but Asami stood up. She figured since she had the least amount of scars and bruises at the moment, it’d be better. He actually hadn’t struck her in two weeks.

Asami barely opened the door before it was forced open and she almost toppled backwards. Before her stood the same man from the party, who had been working with her father. A woman stood behind him wearing glasses with her hair neatly in a bun. She held some kind of black briefcase that looked heavy with her holding it.

“You look like you could use some tea!” He said. He seemed overly hyper and eccentric. “Lucky for you, I have a brand new tea that’ll knock your socks off! Mind if I come in?”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he pushed her aside and barged in. By now, Amon had stood up from the table. The look on his face wasn’t too pleasing. Even though the expression wasn’t directed at her, Asami still felt fear jolt through her.

“Ah, leader of Republic City, Amon! Have I got a treat for you that’ll revolutionize this entire city and possibly the world.”

“What is the meaning of you forcing your way into my home, Varrick?” Amon said, almost growling. Korra watched the two carefully, slowly eating her variety meat.

“Oh, come on. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Varrick asked as he approached the dining table.

“No.” Amon responded.

“And friends help each other out and I am here to help you so you can help me.” Varrick unceremoniously pushed Korra out of her chair to take her seat. He snapped his fingers and on command, his assistant heaved the briefcase on the table after pushing aside the food. Asami, meanwhile, helped Korra to her feet. There was a brief exchange of looks before they moved to take a seat opposite of the Varrick guy.

“Now what I have here will revolutionize how we drink tea. It’s no secret that Republic City’s ties to the other nations have been shaky, so we need something that’ll keep them coming back. We’ve got the technology but nothing draws people together like food!” Varrick continued. His assistant pulled out a large, clear bag of dried plants. They were a disgusting brown color with a weird fermenting smell that could permeate even the bag.

By now, Amon had taken a seat at the table again with Korra sitting next to him and Asami sitting next to her. Amon was irritated but his curiosity was stronger. “Get to the point.”

“Or better yet, maybe you should taste the point. Zhu Li, do the thing!”

Everyone watched the quiet, diligent assistant pull out three white tea cups with blue spirals dancing along the bottom of each cup and a large jar filled with what looked to be water. With a light tug, she opened the large bag of dried leaves, which released an even stronger fermented smell, and placed about a spoonful of leaves into each cup before she unscrewed the jar and poured a cupful of water into each cup.

“Aren’t you going to heat the water first?” Korra asked.

“That’s the beauty of this baby. You don’t need hot water to make it properly. You can use cold, hot, or even room temperature water and still get the same great taste. I got the idea from this rare plant in-”

“Spare me the details.” Amon said as Zhu Li served him a cup. It was peculiar. She didn’t add anything else to the tea.

“Now I know what you’re thinking, but this tea does not need anything. No honey, lemon, or anything! It’s the perfect miracle tea!” Varrick’s excitement was deeply rooted in his voice. It was like he hit a goldmine. “Go on, give it a taste.”

Korra and Asami looked at each other with a worried expression on their face. They had been served a cup and neither wanted to be guinea pigs for this new product. Amon, however, took a large swig. Everyone seemed fixed on his next words or action but for a while, he had his eyes closed as if contemplating something. Varrick leaned in, a wild look on his face as he eagerly waited for the number one man in Republic City to tell him that his new product was a hit. When Amon opened his eyes, Varrick knew his plan was a success.

“Ah ha! He loves it.” Varrick threw both fists in air. His excitement was wearing Korra down. “Zhu Li, poor this man another cup, will ya?”

“How can you tell he likes it? He has no expression on his face.” Asami asked.

“Of course he does! Just look at him, the look of pure joy!”

Korra and Asami couldn’t figure out how he could even read Amon’s emotions. To them, it looked like his face was expressionless.

“Your tea will no doubt be a huge success in Republic City, but what exactly do you need from me?” Amon asked.

Varrick leaned against the table with one arm resting on top. Suddenly, his voice was calm and serious but his face still looked mischievous. “Simple. I need you to endorse it. I am prepared to give you a free supply of this stuff. If people see you drinking, they’ll be more inclined to try it but what I really need you to do is bring this stuff to any meeting you have with other world leaders. Heck, send them as a gift basket even! This stuff will change you and you can smooth over any relation with any nation just by serving them this tea. Once Republic City strengthens those ties, my shipping company will have a new product to ship and I will have a new product to sell.”

Amon looked thoughtful for a moment, even after Zhu Li served him another cup of the tea. He gulped the stuff down. It made him tingle. “I will schedule a meeting with you to work out the details.”

“Excellent! We’ll be in touch.” Varrick stood up with his hand extended. Amon stood up as well and met his hand, giving him a firm handshake. Perhaps too firm. Varrick winced in pain. “You know, you could try being a little gentler in life. Come, Zhu Li, there are bunions to be massaged!”

“Yes, sir.” Zhu Li said as she followed Varrick out of the door, listening to him ramble about ideas for their new tea product while she heaved the briefcase behind him.

Korra and Asami still hadn’t touched their tea.

“I’ll give it a try if you do.” Asami said.

Korra gave a slight nod. They simultaneously picked up their cups and gave it a sip.

“Hey, this is pretty good.” Korra said with delight.

Meanwhile, Asami made a slight gagging sound. “This stuff is awful!”

“Really? I think it tastes great.” Korra lifted her cup to take another sip but it was whisked out of her hand suddenly by Amon. He gulped the tea down before he set the cup on the table and walked off.

Asami slid her cup over to a frustrated Korra. “You can have mine.”

The winter months were suppose to make the air colder and crisper. So why was she so hot and the air so heavy? Korra’s body felt unbearably hot as she lay on her bed. She splashed cold water on her face multiple times but it did nothing to quench her skin. Stripping down to her birthday suit didn’t help either. What’s even more was her body felt odd. Her skin felt sensitive and there was a throbbing sensation between her legs. It didn’t hurt, which boggled her mind. Anything she ever felt down there was pain done by Amon. If anything, the sensation felt urgent.

‘This is unbearable. Is it the hormones? I just need…some kind of relief.’

Before she could register what she was doing, her hand snaked between her legs. She didn’t know what she was doing but she knew it felt good. Her legs parted while her middle finger quickly glided along her nether lips and opening. She’d never done anything so lewd before but now, she was wondering why she didn’t do it sooner.

Something was wrong with her but of course, she didn’t realize it. She was too lost in her self-pleasure.

“I just need a little..” She said to herself. With her eyes closed, she arched her back as she slipped a finger into herself. Everything felt so weird but so wonderful. The way her womanhood radiated with pleasure, the way her breast tingled in her hand and the way her nipple hardened in her mouth.

‘Wait a minute…’ She wasn’t touching her nipple.

Her eyes snapped open. Amon was on top of her, his mouth teasing her nipple. He was sweaty, his hair was soaked, and his make-up was gone. Was he feeling the same heat? How did she not notice that he climbed on top of her? Were her senses that diluted?

If that wasn’t strange enough, she didn’t even protest when he removed her hand from between her thighs. It actually made her excited. The way his tongue danced around her nipple made her spread her legs apart further. Something locked inside her mind was trying to tell her something but she didn’t know what. All thoughts flew out of the window the moment he entered her.

Neither of them were there, only their bodies that were giving into one of the most primal feelings. The sound of their moans and grunts echoed through the once cold air that was now warmed by the sultriness of their bodies. His face was buried in her neck and her legs were wrapped around him, moving their hips in rhythm with one another. Everything seemed like it was a daze. A blissful daze.

Their climax came suddenly and they both welcomed it. Their bodies shuddered in release, their movements slowing as they rode out the pleasure rippling through their parts. Then suddenly, everything went black.

There was a drum. Someone was beating a noisy drum. No, that was his head. He couldn’t even open his eyes. His head was killing him. He wouldn’t have moved if it weren’t the feeling of something squirming beneath him. It was then he realized that he wasn’t alone.

He lifted his heavy head and slowly opened his eyes, which were blurry. That just made his headache worse. He could make out a small figure beneath him, pressing its hand against his forehead while trying to push him off. After his eyes began to focus, his senses also started to come back. He didn’t know they were gone.

He rolled off her, unaware that he was inside her until the warmth was gone. The second he was on his back, he took a pillow and covered his face with it. His headache was going to be the death of him.

Korra must not have been feeling hot either. She was groaning in pain, rolling on her side to rock back and forth in the fetal position as she clutched her head. Was there some kind of sickness going on? Neither of them could remember what happened the night prior but they also didn’t seem too concerned as to why they were naked. The only thing they cared about was the excruciating pain they were in.

There was a small knock on the door. Even such a small sound was enough to make both of them groan in pain. It hurt worse when the door opened.

“Umm…” Asami said, feeling awkward and confused at the sight before her. She wasn’t concerned with how Amon was feeling but Korra was obviously in pain. “Is something wrong?” She asked. She couldn’t understand why both of them would be naked and pained.

“Shut up.” Amon said, muffled by the pillow covering his face.

“No more talking.” Korra said at the same time.

Asami slowly backed out of the room. “I’ll get you guys…something.” She whispered before closing the door as quietly as possible. It boggled her. She couldn’t imagine Amon ever expressing being in pain. It wasn’t like him. Whatever was wrong with Korra must have affected him. Was it contagious? Was she next? She contemplated calling a doctor but she didn’t have a number to one offhand and she was afraid of what Amon would do if she went back there just to bug him over a number.

She decided hot tea and a hot compress would help as she made her way into the kitchen. She had finished cleaning not long before checking on Korra and had a large plate of food ready but it looked like it would go to waste. At least the kitchen looked nice, especially with the sun gracing the room with its rays and warmth. The house would be relaxing if it didn’t belong to Amon.

She filled the tea kettle up with water at the sink, staring out the window as she did so. She could see Naga sniffing around the garden again. At least Korra would be happy to see her when she got up. As soon as she put the now full kettle on the stove and turned the stove on, there was a knock at the door.

The last thing she wanted was a visitor today. In fact, she preferred not to see anyone anymore. She wanted to be alone in her hellhole. Each step towards the door seemed to grow heavier. Suddenly, a rush of anxiety overtook her mind. She worried about how she looked, if her bruises and scars were noticeable, if someone would be able to take one look at her and know she was pregnant with her worst nightmare, or if they could read her mind and suddenly see all the humiliating things Amon had done to her. She hesitated for a moment at turning the knob but the fear of Amon’s wrath if she didn’t answer it triumphed the anxiety.

She definitely wasn’t happy to see her father on the other side. She thought she’d seen the last of him at the disaster they called a party.

“Amon’s not feeling well.” She said, prepared to close the door. His foot stopped her.

“That’s alright. I half-wanted to visit my daughter even though I know she doesn’t want to see me.” After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. “May I come in? I brought sweet buns. I know you’re quite fond of them.”

She didn’t even notice the basket he was carrying. Her attention to detail was waning the more stressed she grew. She stepped aside with a sigh, allowing him to walk into the house. She knew he meant well but she just couldn’t find it in her heart to forgiven him. Him siding with Amon and giving her to him was unforgivable. She may forgive him for fighting her, eventually. But this was too much.

“Are you happy?” He suddenly asked as he took a seat at the dining table. Asami was making her way to the kitchen to finish making the tea. She didn’t know how to answer the question. A part of her wanted to tell him the truth but another wanted to lie so he wouldn’t get involved.

“I’m fine.” She decided to say. There was silence between the two as she pulled cups from the cupboard and prepared the tea. She decided to steep the tea leaves Varrick brought by. Korra and Amon seemed fond of it. They were drinking it like it was water. She needed to get rid of the stuff anyway. The smell was driving her mad.

Hiroshi watched his daughter. He wanted to talk to her and make sure she was alright. She didn’t seem happy despite being a newlywed. He remembered the first year he was married. It was blissful and he never felt anything like it. Why wasn’t she?

“Does he treat you well?” He finally asked.

Asami slammed the tea kettle on the stove. “Why are you here?” She didn’t mean to sound so harsh but she wasn’t in the mood for questions. Her stomach was queasy and she already had a headache.

“I’ve been worried. I just want my daughter back. After everything’s that’s happened, I still love you and I want to be in your life again.”

“You’re the last thing I need in my life.” She was beginning to get upset. She could feel her hands shaking as she poured the leftover hot water into a bowl with two cloths.

Hiroshi watched her fiddle around another cupboard and pull out a tray, which she used to put the cups and bowl on. There was a slight shake in her hands. Did his presence upset her that much? Was their relationship permanently gone?

Before she walked past the table, he called to her. “Asami, please. Sit with me for a moment.” Not bothering to hide the desperation in his voice. He’d do anything to have his daughter back.

Asami thought for a moment as she took a glance down the hallway where Korra was suffering. She did need to wait for the water to cool down before it would help Korra. Sighing, she put the tray on the table and pulled out a seat across from her father.

“I heard you and Amon were expecting. ” He said.

Asami only crossed her arms and stared at him. She didn’t seem happy for a newlywed mother-to-be.

“It would mean a lot if I could be in my grandchild’s life. I know I’ve made many mistakes but I’m willing to atone for them. I don’t want to lose you. That’s something I can’t handle.”

“And what would have you have done if I died while you were attacking me? Does getting revenge on benders mean that much to you?”

Hiroshi shook his head, obviously troubled by her question. “I didn’t…I didn’t want to. I was so hurt that you sided with the Avatar instead of me.”

“Why would I choose a side that was actively hunting people? Do you know what kind of pain the Equalists have caused? And for what? Because someone can do something you can’t? I miss mom just as much as you do but you know she wouldn’t want this. Everything you put me and Korra through…Everything Amon’s done to us…” Perhaps it was all the trauma and hurt coming back to her or maybe it was a sudden wave of hormones, or maybe a combination of both that sent her into a frenzy of uncontrollable sobs.

Hiroshi felt absolutely awful watching his daughter become so distraught. After hearing she had marry the man he trusted most in the world, he thought she’d forgiven Amon. If she could forgive Amon, surely she could forgive him but her marriage didn’t make her any happier and she seemed to despise Amon all the same. So why did she marry him?

“Is there something you’re not telling me? Please, if anything’s troubling you, bothering you, I want to know. I’ll do anything to make you happy again.”

Just as quickly as she began to sob, she stopped and wiped her tears away. After a few sniffles, she tried to pretend like she was fine. She didn’t say a word as she stood up and grabbed the tray. She really needed a nap.

“You need to remove the pillow. This compress will help.”

She knew the minute she walked in the room that the day wasn’t going to be easy. Korra and Amon were still in poor shape. Even Amon curled up in the fetal position with a pillow over his face. Korra somehow made her way across the room to sit in the upper left corner of the room with her head pressed against the wall. Asami had to fight with Korra to move her head enough to put the compress on but as soon as it touched her forehead, Korra sighed in relief. Now she sat sleeping in the corner, her head pressing against the wall to keep the compress on. The only thing Asami had to do now was convince Amon to remove his pillow. Trying to tug it away from him was difficult. He was strong. Too strong for his own good, she thought.

“Just let go of the pillow.” She pleaded, using all of her weight to pull the pillow from him but it barely budged. She knew she should have just left him be but she was afraid of what he’d do if his headache persisted. Something was wrong with him and he was more unpredictable in this state. He might end up on a killing spree for all she knew.

Despite all her efforts, she couldn’t get him to release the pillow. She finally let it go. “Fine then.” She took the steamy cloth from the bowl she set on the nightstand and proceeded to climb on the bed. She pulled at the top part of the pillow to make a small opening between it and his forehead. She had to wiggle against the resistance some but she managed to slide the compress onto his forehead. The pillow was now wet but the instant heat seemed to have calm him. His entire body instantly relaxed much like Korra’s did earlier.

Asami sighed in relief and patted the pillow. Now if she could get them to drink some tea, she knew they’d be alright.

Or at least she hoped.

An hour later, Asami had Amon and Korra stable. Their headache seemed to be gone and she even got them to drink a few cups of tea. Now they were passed out, Amon still on the bed and Korra in the corner. She gave Korra a pillow and a blanket, although Korra had begun to sweat for some reason. She assumed it was just from the hot compress and the previous headache.

Hiroshi was still sitting at the table when she returned to the front of the house. He looked like he was contemplating something but he was immediately snapped out of his thoughts when Asami came into view.

“How is he?” He asked.

“Fine.” She made it obvious she didn’t want to talk about it. At this point, she was just irritated by everything. Her stomach was bothering her, something was wrong with her best friend, and her father decided now of all times to visit. She took a seat on the couch, slumping into it while she tried to relax her own growing headache.

Hiroshi followed after her, sitting on the loveseat that was perpendicular to her. Being separated from his daughter was taking a toll on him. Together with not having seen her smile in months, he was starting to second-guess his involvement with the Equalists. They won but at what cost?

“Varrick and I are working on something new. A modification of the mecha tanks to help with farming. I thought maybe you could help us with it and we could spend some time together.”

Asami didn’t say anything. She didn’t even look at him. She just looked to the side, staring blankly at anything except him.

“Please, Asami.” Hiroshi moved from the seat and onto his knees, in front of Asami with his hand gently on her knee. “I know I messed up but you have no idea how much I love you. I know you’re hurting and I will do anything in my power to make you happy again. I want to be the one you can come to for anything again. You forgave Amon. Can you truly not find it in your heart to forgive me?”

“I didn’t forgive him for anything!” Her sudden outburst took him aback. Her hands turned into tense, shaking fists. “I never wanted any of this! Now my life is ruined and you couldn’t be happier!”

“That’s not true and you know it! I love you and no matter how you feel about me, I’m always going to love you. I’d rather be dead than have you suffer.” His once harsh voice suddenly turned soft. “You’re hurting. Please, I’ll listen and I’ll try to fix it. Just tell me what I have to do to just see you smile.”

“You want to see me happy? Give me back my life back, my friends, my family and get rid of your so-called leader. You know nothing about him. He’s not who you think he is.” Asami pushed her father’s hand away from her and stood up. “I think it’s time you left.”

Hiroshi sighed and stood up. “Alright. I’ll be back in a few days. I hope you change your mind and decide to work with me and Varrick. I want to show you I can still be the father you once loved.”

Asami didn’t say anything. He took it as his cue to leave. As he walked towards the door, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with this situation. Worse than anything he’s done. Was living with Amon that terrible? What could he possibly do to upset her so much? He couldn’t fathom anything, especially since Asami and Amon were starting a family soon. He’d get to the bottom of it, one way or another.

Heat was suddenly his comfort. Dazed and confused without ever knowing he was, he didn’t know how long he spent laying in the bed, even when he got up and stumbled to use the bathroom or chug down the tea Asami kept leaving for him. He kept the cloth on his forehead, though he had to use more energy than usual to heat the water absorbed within. Not that he noticed. He didn’t notice much of anything, just vague sounds and movements every now and then.

He did notice, however, some kind of pressure on his lap.

No, that wasn’t pressure.

That was pleasure. Pure, hot, moist pleasure moving against him.

He forced his eyes opened. He could make out a figure on top of him, riding him. Darker skin and a familiar ponytail that flailed around as its owner worked her hips against him. His mind wasn’t in the right place to remember who it was. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care.

His hands lazily grabbed the figure’s hips, which moved awkwardly and without much experience, but that didn’t matter either because it was getting the job done for him. His hips bucked against hers, forcing her to speed up her pace. Their heavy breathing and soft moans laced the air.

And just as suddenly as he started riding the pleasure, everything built up and spilled out. They were left shuddering in their ecstasy until it slowly dissipated. The woman above him collapsed on his chest and he soon lost consciousness.

It’d been a few days since Amon and Korra were hit with a sudden illness. Asami wanted to brush it off as a bad flu that should have gone away by now, but something about them wasn’t right. They seemed like they were in a daze. They slept most of the time and the only way their headaches were prevented was with the tea Varrick left. It must have been medicinal.

Asami contemplated all day if she should call a doctor but she kept finding Amon and Korra in…interesting positions while they slept. Sometimes he wouldn’t even be fully withdrawn from her and she was tasked with separating their comatose-like bodies from one another so she could apply another dose of tea and heat before their headaches took over. She counted it as a victory if she could get one of them to eat something. Although she often thought of just letting Amon starve, fear of a food-deprived Amon scared her. Still, she didn’t mind seeing Amon like this, in fact, she was happy but knowing Korra was in the same state worried her greatly.

Asami finally decided that a doctor was best at this point, but first she’d have to clothed them in case the doctor had to come over. Or maybe she’d settle for just wrapping a towel around them. She thought about bathing them first before their odor got to the point it made her sick. Korra might not be much of a problem, even if she did occasionally imagine the female groping her, but Amon was a grown man with a lot of muscle. She wasn’t exactly weak either but she was still much smaller than him and pregnant, among other things.

She’d figure it out later. For now, she took her time dragging Korra’s almost lifeless body from the bed. Much to her surprise, Korra was actually snuggled against Amon when she first walked in and he had his arm wrapped around her. It made no sense to her, but their behavior hasn’t made any sense in the past few days. She’d question it later. Now, she had her arms beneath the younger girls’, slowly pulling her from the bed and away from Amon, who didn’t seem to notice any movement she made. When she got Korra to the edge of the bed, she attempted to hoist her over her shoulders.

Big mistake.

She toppled backwards until she hit the floor with Korra ending up next to her. She could hear Korra groan next to her and turn on her side, away from Asami.

“Come on, Korra. Work with me.” She mumbled to herself. She grabbed both of Korra’s wrists and began pulling her towards the bathroom. If Korra got any rug burns, she’d just have to deal with it later. She needed to deal with their odor first before it became a real issue.

Pulling her into the bathroom wasn’t much of a challenge, but trying to get the female into the tub was a different story.

She let Korra slump against the wall as she turned on the shower. The sound of the water hitting against the tub was almost soothing to her. She always liked to enjoy a hot shower when Amon’s touch was too much to bear. She could at least pretend she was clean that way.

Asami looked over at Korra, who was awake and blinking but didn’t seem to be all the way there. There was a small moan from her. Asami brushed it off as her headache possibly setting in. After feeling the water on her hand and determining it was warm enough, Asami went back over to Korra and tried to hoist her to her feet.

As soon as she had the girl’s arm around her shoulder, Korra‘s other arm slipped down and grabbed Asami‘s backside.

She almost knocked over Korra. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open but she couldn’t find the right words to say.

“K-Korra!”

Korra remained completely emotionless, although her dull eyes did wander over to Asami’s.

Asami had to remind herself that Korra wasn’t herself. Taking a deep breath, she helped her to her feet, completely ignoring the hand that was squeezing her backside.

She helped Korra’s wobbly legs carry her over to the tub

“Lift your leg.” Asami instructed. Korra didn’t hear her. Sighing, Asami attempted to scoop her up in a bridal-style carry. Korra was heavier than she expected. She almost dropped her in the tub but she managed to put her in gently enough with the water raining down on Korra’s naked body. Asami removed her sweater now that it was wet and began to bath the other girl.

Korra went along with the bathing. She actually enjoyed it. Maybe a little too much. Asami noted the soft moans when she ran the cloth along Korra’s body, along her arms, underneath her pits, and down her chest and stomach. She got uncomfortable when Korra closed her eyes and arched her back.

“Um..I’ll uh, be right back.” She said nervously. She didn’t know why she said out loud. Korra wasn’t listening to a word she said. The moment she tried to stand up and remove herself from the side of the tub, Korra’s arms wrapped around her neck in an attempt to kiss her.

Asami panicked. The short struggle resulted in Korra banging her head against the wall and Asami fleeing out of the bathroom. It happened too fast. Asami didn’t register what just happened until her back was against the closed bathroom door.

“She…She’s insane.” She heaved. It couldn’t wait any longer. She needed to call a doctor. Movements before her snapped her out of her thoughts. A naked Amon stood in front of her with dull eyes. He wasn’t looking at her. At least, not her face. “Uh, maybe you want to bathe in your room?” Asami said quietly.

Amon leaned forward, his hands slamming against either side of her head. His breath was on her neck and she was shaking. Asami ducked and moved out of his grasp, attempting to run to the door. He was faster and grabbed her, slamming her back against the wall. His mouth assaulted her neck while his hands slid down to any lower garment she was wearing.

Asami considered fighting back but she decided against it. She let him expose her lower half and lift her shirt and bra to expose her slightly larger breasts. His mouth immediately enveloped one of her nipples as he spread her legs and held her against the door. She could feel his hardened flesh against her much softer flesh. She closed her eyes and mentally prepared for him.

His member cut through her womanhood. She gasped. He began to slam into her. There was nothing gentle in his actions, not that she expected it but he’d never been that rough before.

‘Is he…bigger?’ She thought to herself as she stared absentmindedly at the door leading out of the room. The sound of his body slamming hers into the door was overwhelming. All the while, his tongue lapped around her now hardened nipple before he pulled up and buried his face in her neck.

Her scent, her warmth wrapping around his member, and the softness of her body drove his senses wild, unfortunately for her. The moans he made against her neck disgusted her, yet she was subjected to them and his relentless pounding for what seemed like hours.

The moment he stilled and released, she sighed in relief. She didn’t even realize she was breathing heavy, much like he was. She knew she was sore, though. Sore and possibly bleeding.

He gave a few more thrusts into her to release anymore of his load before he took a few steps back, forcing her to fall to the fall on her bottom. She didn’t want to wait around to see what he’d do next. She immediately tried to scramble to her feet to run to the door.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t done with her and caught her while she was still on her hands and knees. No time was wasted as he plunged into her again in a quest for his own personal release. A stifled scream came from her. He wasn’t satisfied?

In the midst of him forcing her body to rock back and forth, she realized a symptom she’d been trying to ignore. She didn‘t want to believe it. Korra and Amon were practically dogs in heat. They must have been poisoned or drugged somehow. Or maybe it was some strange illness. If it was, why hadn’t she caught it yet? She’d get to the bottom of it, as soon as she could get Amon away from her bottom.

It wasn’t until midday that he finally passed out. She found herself in uncommon positions during the whole ordeal. He took her on her side, upside down against the bed, and bent over one of the chairs. Whenever she tried to run, he caught her and it’d start all over again. She was sure that her body would end up more sore than her womanhood.

Now, he was sitting against the wall, his arm resting on a bent leg as he slept, while she fixed her clothing and stared at him.

‘He almost looks innocent.’ She thought as she pulled up her skirt and tights. She had to be quiet tipping past him to go back into the bathroom, lest she spent another few hours pressed against random furniture.

Her hand shook as she touched the knob. She wanted to be precise and slow when she opened it. As she turned it painfully slow, she studied him to make sure he wasn’t waking up any time soon. Pushing the door made it squeaked but he didn’t stir. She let out a breath of relief and pushed inside the bathroom.

Korra had managed to climb out of the tub and fall asleep on her side on the white tiled floor. Judging by how dry she was, she’d been laying there for a while. Asami’s eyes fell on Korra’s slightly bulging stomach. She frowned.

After turning the shower off, she snuck past the sleeping pair and finally left the room. She didn’t realize how hot was in there until she was met with the cool air of the rest of the house. She took a moment to compose herself before she walked to the front of the house.

She had her suspicions about their mysterious ‘illness’ but even her theories didn’t make much sense. A doctor would certainly know. She only hoped one wouldn’t need to come over. She found her hands shaking when she reached the phone on the table stand behind the couch. Shaky fingers quickly turned the rotary dial, although she hesitated to put the earpiece to her ear.

The ringing seemed to go on for hours but as soon as she heard someone pick up the phone, suddenly it was too short.

“Sato residence.” She recognized her father’s butler on the other side.

“I would like to speak to Mr. Sato.” She said.

“Of course. One moment.” His reserved tone took her back to the days when she was a child and everything was innocent. What she wouldn’t give to relive those days. The days before politics ruined her life.

It was a few minutes before her father finally picked up the phone. His voice almost churned her stomach.

“Hiroshi Sato speaking.”

“I need Dr. Makoto’s number.” She said quickly. There was a short pause.

“Asami? Is everything alright?” She almost thought the concern in his voice was real.

“I just need his number. I can’t remember it by heart.”

“I…Yes, of course. Let me see..”

Asami felt a breath of relief as she wrote down the doctor’s number on a pad next to the phone. She’d be sure to keep it in a safe place and away from Amon. He didn’t want them having too much contact with the outside world, after all.

“Thanks.” She said, almost mumbled. A split second before she was going to hang up the earpiece, she heard her father speak.

“Wait, Asami. Are you doing alright? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine.” She said quickly.

There was another pause.

“I’ll be by tomorrow to check on you.”

‘Great…’ She thought. “Bye.”

She immediately hung up the phone and began dialing the doctor’s number as quick as her fingers could move.

It only took a couple of rings before she heard a man pick up the phone. Dr. Makoto was her favorite physician, not that she had many in the first place, but he was also the only one she’d trust. He only cared about health and medicine. It was his life, unlike her father who involved himself in politics.

“Doctor Makoto speaking.” She heard a deep voice on the other end.

“Hello, Doctor, it’s Asami. I uh..have a situation.”

She heard a small cough from him. “Ah, Asami. It’s been a while. I heard you were with child. Are you having any problems or concerns?”

Her pregnancy must have been the talk of Republic City. “No, it’s not me. It’s uh…” She thought for a minute to decide how to explain the situation. She was more concerned about Korra but it’d be less suspicious if she only mentioned Amon. “My husband he’s…Well he’s acting different.”

“What do you mean?” Makoto said through the sound of paper ruffling.

“Well, he always seems to be in some kind of daze, like he’s not here. He’s also suffering from really terrible headaches. They only seem to go away with heat or tea. He’s always sweating. And uh….he’s more…active.”

“…What exactly do you mean by ‘active’?”

Asami took a deep breath and then exhaled. “He’s uh…well more…needy. More easy to titillate.”

“Oh…OH. Erm, right off the bat, I can tell you he’s been drugged.”

“Drugged?!” She felt her heart start pounding. She suspected it but hearing it made it worse. That meant Korra was drugged too. But how?

“No need to alarm yourself. It’s nothing too serious. His symptoms match intoxication of a few plants out there, so I suspect you may have had a tea or herb mix up. These plants create chemicals that mimic some of the hormones released in the body. Put him on a diet of strictly rice, chicken, and water and he should be fine in a few days, although he might have a bad headache so give him a hot compress.”

“Is it harmful to women pregnant?”

“The biggest risk for pregnant women is straining themselves from vigorous activity. If you’ve ingested any, you should be fine. Call me if you have any complications.”

“Is that it? Just change his diet for a few days and he’ll be back to normal?”

“Sure thing. Afterwards, you can figure out what’s been drugging him. You might want to throw out anything new you‘ve gotten this week. ”

“Alright. Thank you.” She sighed.

“Asami?” He said suddenly.

“Yes?”

“I expect to see you soon, so we can monitor the baby.”

She nodded, even though she knew he wouldn’t see it. “Yes, of course. Goodbye doctor.”

Just as the doctor said, Amon and Korra started feeling like themselves within a few days. They still mostly slept but they were more coherent and she could finally talk to them. They ate more and Amon retired back in his room, leaving Korra alone.

By the fourth day, they finally came out of their rooms early morning while she was preparing food. Their appetite must have fully come back.

Korra was the first to emerge, although as soon as she got to the table, she sat down and put her head on it, groaning in despair.

“Good morning, Korra.” Asami called out to her from the stove.

She heard Korra mumble and assumed it was a greeting.

Asami was ladling some rice porridge from a large pot on the stove into a small bowl with a soup spoon. Rice was normally eaten with their every meals but by now, she could imagine Korra and Amon were all riced-out.

“Here’s breakfast.” Asami said as she set the steaming bowl next to Korra. She heard Korra mumble a ‘Thanks’ but her head didn’t come up to eat. She shrugged and returned to the stove to ladle Amon’s porridge.

A few seconds after she started pouring his meal into a bowl, she heard his footsteps down the hall. They weren’t hard like usual. They were softer and less gracious, almost uncertain. When she turned around, he was already at the table, his elbow on the table so he could lean his masked forehead against his hand. He was fully dressed in his usual ware. Surely he wasn’t thinking about going to work in his condition?

She placed his bowl in front of him along with a glass of water. His still dull eyes stared at the porridge.

“Tea.” He said.

“The doctor said you can’t have any tea yet. Just water.” Asami said. Taking a step back in case he decided to strike out at her.

He only grunted and took his mask off to begin eating. Asami let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “I have to talk to you about the tea, anyway. I think Varrick-”

She was interrupted by a knock. He glanced at her before returned to his eating. She took it as a cue to open the door.

She wasn’t too surprised to see Varrick behind the door. She was surprised, however, to see him sweating and bent over panting.

“That’s my work out for the year.” He breathed and straightened himself up. A few deep breaths calmed his airways. “Mind if I come in? It’s urgent. Also, your polar bear dog chased off my assistant. You should do something about that.”

“Um, sure. I’ve been meaning to call abo-” He shoved her aside roughly to enter the house, where he was met with the sight of a mask-less, scarred Amon.

“Well I see everyone here is doing well.”

Amon could almost wince at Varrick’s loud voice. “What do you want?” He said in the smoothest voice as possible, though he didn’t hide his annoyance.

“Um, yeah so, you know that tea I gave you a while ago? Turns out it was the wrong tea. That tea was meant for eel hounds.”

Amon dropped his spoon into the bowl.

“See I got two shipments of teas. One tea was meant to, well, meant to get eel hounds in the…mood for breeding and the other was for regular consumption. Someone, because obviously it wasn‘t me, got them confused.” A hearty laugh erupted from Varrick’s mouth. “Pretty funny, huh?”

Both Amon and Korra stood up immediately.

“I’ve been drinking breeding juice?” Korra asked in disgust.

“Essentially. It’s a good thing you’re already pregnant because that stuff makes you more fertile than a wasp-fly.” Varrick was amused, even though no one else was, especially Amon.

Varrick stopped smiling when Amon approached him and grabbed his lapels.

“Hey, you’re tarnishing the merchandise!”

A few seconds later, Varrick ended up outside on his chest with his butt in the air and the door slammed behind him.

They’d never seen Amon this agitated before, so they stood out of his way while he passed them and went towards the back of the house. They were glad he wasn’t taking his anger out of them. He must have been too tired to pay any attention to them.

“Prepare me a bath.” He said as he began to walking towards the back of the house. It looked like he was staying home after all.

“You want bubbles?” Asami said, intending it to be sarcastic. Her heart stopped when he stopped in his tracks right at the archway separating the back of the house from the front.

A few seconds later, he continued back to his room.

“Yes.”
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