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Rut.
Thats what both korra and asami were experiencing. For the first time since they got together, they were experiencing a rut together. Of course, they normally had to seperate rut schedules that they worked around accordingly so neither of them were with each other. Since they were both alpha's and both quite dominant when it comes to their needs, they were quick to leave each other to their own devices.
Two bulls together was already a crazy mix, especially since one is a sexy, dominant ceo and the other a brute of an avatar. Even though asami and korra were a couple, seperation was practically mandatory so neither of them freaked out toward the other.
And of course they were a couple. A couple made of black horns and a black bull tail, and the other blue horns and a brown bull tail. Two dominant alpha's who had a crazy, secret sex drive. But since they never saw each other in rut, they never got to experience each other in the deep, sensual way mates naturally would.
Korra stuffed the remaining crumbs of the granola bar into her mouth, her teeth crushing them into swallow-able pieces. Her tail flicked calmly as she walked toward the hallway, her eyes looking down it aimlessly through the dark.
Obviously nothing was there, except a knocked over plastic pot that held the flowers asami had gotten for her last week. She frowned and started walking down the corridor toward them, and once she got there she lifted the vase and flowers and set them back up carefully.
In her peripheral vision, she could see the tail of someone standing behind her, and a wave of familiar smells crashed over her. It was like all the suppressants she was taking for her rut had suddenly left her body, and all she could smell was earth and jasmine, with a very noticeable scent of an alpha's rut.
Her own stirred within her body and rushed between her thighs as she turned around to see asami's fall form standing at the end of the hall she had just come from, black t-shirt twisted from bedsheets and pajama pants lopsided on her hips with the drawstring's loose.
This time around for both of their rut's, they were unable to find seperate locations since the mansion was being used as a safe haven for lasting homeless people. So they had moved to the penthouse, and now that meant they were stuck here together. Kya had originally come over to care for asami while she was in her rut so we didn't encounter each other, but clearly that didn't work.
"Asami?" Korra spoke, her nostrils flaring as she stepped closer toward the wafting scent of asami's arousal. Hers was growing as well; growing rapidly. "What're you doing out of the guest room?" After a pause, she spoke again. "And where's Kya?"
asami tilted her head to the side and spoke after taking a deep inhale of Korea's scent. "I can't handle it anymore. I need to fuck you into every surface of this apartment until you're stupid."
Korra couldn't help the shocked expression on her face. She also couldn't help the wave of lava-hot slick that she just felt form between her legs. "Asami, go back to the guest room." Korra swallowed, taking a step forward.
"No."
"Asami, baby, let's talk, alright? Where's Kya?" Korra didn't trust herself to step closer, otherwise asami would be being pounded into the floor with two strong fingers. Or maybe it would be the other way around.
Asami not only didn't answer her, but also didn't give Korra much time to react before she was on her in the middle of the hallway. Their horns bashed together in an angry bump as Korra fought asami, who was much taller then her yet slightly weaker. Asami was able to slam her into the wall, but Korra smacked her horns against asami and it rattled the other alpha back.
Asami shook her head as Korra slammed her into the wall, knocking over a few paintings. There was a rattle in the guest bedroom, but both woman ignored it. Asami pushed Korra back into a table and Korra pushed back, horns slamming loudly like two ram goats fighting each other.
Korra kissed first, which made asami growl in flee. Their intense kiss was all teeth and tongue and angry grunts—that were mostly from the engineer—but korra had never felt so pleased. Thank god she had taken suppressants, otherwise her already slipping control would have been gone the moment asami had been caught in the hallway.
Asami's horns hit korra's dome once again, and the avatar hit the back of the couch. Asami had intended to bite korra's neck, but aaami had clawed her by her side up to her lips. Teeth met tongue, and within seconds blood was dripping from korra's mouth.
"Ow," Korra panted, pulling back. She let out a muffled moan as asami pulled her back in, enjoying the taste of blood on her lips. "Dont be a bitch."
"Sorry, can't help it." It was the engineers seemingly new favorite lipstick, especially because it was coming from her mate. Also because the shade of read was gorgeous.
Asami's hand met korra's hair and pulled her impossibly closer as they slammed into another way. The CEO's tongue danced over korra's swollen one, and for just a second it felt like breathing wasn't needed. But alas, asami pulled away to catch her breath with a string of blood connecting their tongues, before they pushed off the wall and dove back in towards the living room.
Kya adjusted herself on the chair she was tied too. She listened quietly as asami and korra banged into the walls of the bedroom, but she couldn't hear anything else over the loud white noise asami had put on after tying her there. She had been feral and angry after being seperated from Korra. Kya couldn't help but understand, despite her predicament. All around the penthouse was korra's sent, and both were in rut. Kya had even expected it, if she thought about it.
She could only sigh and get comfortable, hoping that asami and korra wouldn't be too long. Her wrists were starting to burn.
Asami's claws dug into korra's biceps, scratching them deep and drawling blood. The same could be said for the younger woman's back, which had two long claw marks going from her shoulder blades down to her lower back like tattoos. Korra led this kiss at first, but asami didn't seem to want to let go of dominance. She moved one hand to korra's neck, claws digging into the male of it as she pulled Korra back. Blood dripped from both of their mouths, most likely from both of their teeth.
She pulled korra's head back farther and pinned her to the back of the couch and started ravaging her neck with bites. Not love bites or hickeys or nips, genuine bites sinking into her flesh like asami was some possessed animal trying to eat her. Korra, dug her own claws into asami, scraping them over the woman's abdomen. She growled at the stinging sensation of teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck, blood starting to drip from her shoulder.
Korra grabbed asami by her hair and pulled her back for a second before diving into the woman's neck herself. Asami's chin had blood dripping down in and around her mouth was bloody from the bites. When had Korra started bleeding so much?
Korra gave asami some of her own marks, but asami pushed her back into the couch and headbutted her again. The entire couch moved to korra's surprise, since she was 99% sure asami wasn't actually stronger then her. Then engineer headbutted her a second time, and Korra stumbled back. Aaami a pounced on her and they both fell to the floor in a sex-crazed daze.
Asami pinned Korra down and grabbed her by her lower face, claws digging in her face as she bit as korra's ear. This time much more gentle, since it was quite sensitive. Korra kicked her feet up uselessly, but she couldn't do much with hands immobile under asami. The avatar claws at the woman's back to no avail, and her eyes rolled back as asami made a large bite mark into the side of her neck that would surely rival naga's play bites from now on.
"Asami," Korra growled under asami's palm, pulling the woman's hair. Asami growled and removed her hand, only to slap it across korra's face and push her head into the hardwood.
"Shut up!" She snarled. Korra's head was swimming from intense arousal and pain, but she was loving every second of their fight for dominance. And she seemed to be starting to lose. Korra bit into asami's hand to make her let go, and Korra pulled her down and heated her again. Their horns tangled as they kissed once more, and for the first time Korra stopped moving her legs. They bent behind where asami was straddling her hips, and Korra grabbed the older woman's hips as well.
"I'm gonna duck you through the..." asami trailed off as started started rocking her hips on top of the avatar herselfs'. "The floor...mmh..." Asami leaned back and surprisingly let her, the friction as delicious as pie. Her hand faltered and lowered, and the other hand found korra's thigh behind her.
She could feel Korra grow hard under her, and while asami was feeling the undercurrent of hardness, it was canceled out by the slick that was soaking her underwear. Korra continues to lightly rock the woman and bounce her, eyes watching for a negative reaction carefully.
But asami seemed placated for the time being, instead riding korra through her clothing. Korra and asami had never seen each other in rut, so it was a surprise how natural their fight for dominance was. The avatar was sure that this wasn't the end of asami's fuck fest, and she doubted that she wouldn't try to keep her word on fucking korra into every surface of the penthouse.
Asami dipped her head back at a growl ripped from her throat, loud and gutteral. Korra was painfully hard underneath her pants, and she was sure asami was soaked.
"Darling, let me just-" Korra stopped asami's hips much to the other bulls dismay, and she slid down her pants and tossed them aside. She did the same with asami's. And soon they both just had their shirts on.
Korra grabbed her hard member and adjusted herself, before lowering asami back down onto her. The moan that the younger woman heard once she was fully sheathed was nothing short of sinful. Korra was exceptionally big by all means, so asami felt stuffed.
She instantly moved asami's hips back and forth and bounced her up and down quickly, trying to ease the anger she smelled coming off of her girlfriend in waves. Her cock thankfully seemed to be doing wonders, and within minutes asami was draped over korra in a puddle and letting her pound the engineers cunt into oblivion.
Moans spilled from the woman's lips as korra continued fill her up with cock, and for even just that moment she felt sated. But korra was going too slow now, and heat was crawling up her neck uncomfortably. Asami butted her horns against korra's as she leaned down and connected their lips into another kiss.
She started moving her hips in time with Korra, effectively making the korra's thrusts hit rock bottom much harder. Her moans grew an octave and her claws scratched at the floor.
Asami's blood-lipstick was licked from her lips by Korra, who darted her tongue out with asami's to taste her. A deep, suffocating pressure started to take its place in the pit of the engineers stomach, and she knew she wouldn't last like this.
"Gonna cum," asami panted, her horns hitting korra's again. "G-gonna cum so hard— don't stop, please don't stop!"
Korra started ravaging asami's pussy woth renewed vigor, as if trying to fuck right through her. Asami gripped korra's biceps with a moan as her thighs trembled, but korra didn't stop. "Dont worry baby, I won't stop. I know it feels so good for you."
By the time asami was whining with overstimulation, cum was dripping from asami's pussy down korra's cock. The avatar still hadn't cum yet, but she planned on keeping asami sated for a little while longer.
Korra burst into the guest room, door halfway off the hinges as asami headbutted her once again. What was with her and those horns? Their tongues danced together like a tango as the woman pushed the avatar into their main bedrooms' king bed. Korra's cock twitched insistantly as she was pushed onto the bottom of asami, and she tried fighting to turn them over so she could get herself back in that sweet cunt. Of course asami wouldn't let up, instead pulling her head back by her hair and starting to leave more bleeding bite marks on korra's already damaged neck.
Korra grip aaami and finally rotated them, lifting one of asami's legs up as she continued to bite her neck like an animal. Korra's tail flicked as she shoved herself as deep as she could go in asami's pussy, her cock dissapearing into her hole.
Asami dipped her head back and growled, trying to fight Korra off of her. Horns hit horns as she clawed at korra's shoulders. The younger woman refused to stop, and only sped up her thrusts to rival asami's racing skills.
The engineer paused, her body freezing. Her eyes shut and lips parted as she felt korra pound her good.
"Feel good?" Korra murmured, pushing asami's head back with a firm grip on the others' left horn.
"Mhmm," asami whimpered. She spasmed around korra's cock as she was greedily fucked, vulgar sounds coming from where they were connected. "Feels so good."
Korra could only smile in satisfaction as asami stopped fighting for a moment and just felt.
Normally, asami was a switch. Korra was too, but they never really had rough sex. Asami was a more gentle lover and Korra was more then happy to go with it. But right now, when both of them could barely control themselves and asami felt so fucking good wrapped around her cock like a vice, she had no other thoughts in her mind whatsoever.
In a few more thrusts asami was once again dripping cum from her cunt while korra's cock pounded her roughly. "O-oh— korra, oh, please don't stop!" Her voice cracked she said it, but she didn't care since the tip of her mate's cock was bashing into her g-spot over and over and over.
"I don't plan on it," Korra spoke in response through her panting. She was close to cumming as well, but she was going to hold off as much as she could for her partner. Asami's back arched off the mattress and she let out a pained-pleasured cry, starting to cum again. korra sped up, gripping the pale womans hips so she could move. "You cumming again, sweetheart? My cock must feel so good for me to make you go back to back."
Asami merely whimpered out yes's and pleas for Korra to not stop fucking her— to never stop fucking her. But alas, all good things come to an end.
Korra's hips stuttered and she finally caved, cum starting to spurt from her cock inside of asami. There was no point in pulling out- alpha's can't really get pregnant. She filled up her mate who was still growling g and baring her teeth, but you could tell asami was happy. Her tail was swaying against the sheets contently, and she was full.
Asami squirmed slightly, and to stop her korra started pumping her hips again. While she was sensitive, she could handle her cock being used for a little while longer. The older woman under her stilled, claws dug into biceps as she felt korra's cock drive itself into her pussy hard and deep.
Asami grunted and weakly snapped her jaws at her partner, who adjusted slightly. Asami took the chance to claw at the avatars side, but it was quickly shut down when Korra locked asami's arm in an arm lock and pulled asami flush against her. At first she kicked her feet and tried freeing herself from korra's grip, but she had to stop as high-pitched moaned swelled in her throat. Korra was keeepinf her pinned down what fucking her out of reality, and it was so good. She would take anything, since it was all she could get during her rut— and normally she didn't even get korra.
She bit into korra's shoulder with her fangs, causing a hiss to rise from her lips from pain. She pulled back as Korra sped up, the avatars' knot starting to form at the base of her cock. "Hold still, darling." Korra murmured, gripping her mates hips and adjusting her position.
Asami squealed as Korra thrusted it in with a soft pop, before pulling it out and repeating with every thrust. It would eventually get too big, but for now asami was being stretch open nicely. She cried out as she came for what felt like the billionth time, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Korra's knot grew to its full side right as Korra popped it in and started to cum.
The CEO's legs shook uncontrollably as she cummed, the creampie starting to drip out of her stuffed cunt much to korra's anger. "Your so full, you can't hold any more." Korra leaned up, kissing asami's damp cheek. Her lips lingered on the skin before she pulled back and slowly pulled out her cock.
Instantly a flood of cum rushed out of asami, causing her tummy to twitch and legs to flutter. "I-I'm so full..." she whimpered, claws digging into the sheets as she moaned deliriously.
Korra watched smugly before leaning down and answering in a coo. "Yes you are, baby. And I bet you'll be stuffed for a little while longer, hm?"
asami didn't answer, instead met Korra's gaze with a sweaty, angry expression that was too exhausted to actually do anything. "Tomorrow I'm gonna make sure you can't walk for the rest of the rut. Once I do that then you'll swallow your words, since i'll be able to fuck you everywhere I want."
Korra shivered at the implication, cock twitching. "Well, until then why don't you stop talking like a slut and just go to sleep? I'm sure your tired after all that dominance."
Asami rolled her eyes but rolled over, and korra covered her with a blanket. Aftercare was now, and cleanup was later. That was a fact, and Korra didn't plan on going off plan any time soon.
And it wasn't like korra would ever pass down an offer to sleep and lay with her partner.