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"I have to admit, going for a swim was a good idea," Kuvira said as she toweled off her dripping hair. She aimed a sly glance at Korra, who was doing the same a few steps to her left. The Avatar was trying to act casual, but Kuvira could tell she was listening intently. "It was a lot more fun than I expected..."
Korra snorted and rolled her eyes, flinging her towel over her shoulder. Droplets of water still clung to her dark skin, but she didn't seem inclined to brush them off. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Vee," she grumbled. "You beat the Avatar in one race, but that's only because you whined and said there was no waterbending allowed this time. Do you know how weird it is to swim without it when you've been practicing that way your whole life?"
Kuvira tried to adopt a more innocent expression, but it was a struggle to hide her smirk. "Technically speaking, I beat you in two races. I came in second on the racetrack, too."
"I wouldn't be too proud of that victory," said a third voice from the door. "Korra has many skills, but she isn’t the world's greatest driver." Asami joined them in the changing room, fresh-faced and smiling. Her black and white bathing suit left her creamy shoulders exposed, and her hair was wet but untangled. Astonishingly, her full red lips hadn't lost any of their color.
Kuvira shook her head, amazed in spite of herself. "How does she do that?" she asked, turning to Korra in disbelief. "We just went swimming, I watched you dunk her under the water, and her makeup isn't even smudged. I think she still has eyeshadow on, too."
Korra merely shrugged, a lovestruck grin spreading across her face. "You're asking the wrong person. I just enjoy the view."
"Who's enjoying the view?" Opal asked as she stepped through the door. Her towel was already wrapped around her head, and Kuvira couldn't help stealing a glance at her toned legs. Asami’s bathing suit was bewitching, but in her incredibly biased opinion, the tight green number Opal had chosen was even better.
"Right now? I am," Asami said. Her eyes flicked over to Opal, and Kuvira laughed when they landed where hers had been moments before. "What? Green is her color. And I like the cut."
A flush tinged the points of Opal's cheeks. "Thanks, Asami. I wasn't sure whether to go for something mid-thigh or higher, but..."
"Higher is better," Asami said. "Who's going to complain if you show a little more leg?"
Certainly not me, Kuvira thought as she admired them both. If she was being honest, it was the main reason she had agreed to take a dip in the Sato mansion's pool in the first place. That, and to put an end to Korra's bragging.
"Are you two gonna stop flirting and get changed?" Korra asked, sounding a bit too hopeful. "You're taking forever."
"You just want to see them strip," Kuvira said. She set her towel aside and started removing her top, peeling it up and over her head before moving on to her trunks. Three sets of eyes shifted toward her, and she basked in the attention for a moment. Her naked body was a familiar sight to Opal and Korra, but she still enjoyed the appreciative expressions on their faces, and Asami's slow blink was particularly gratifying.
Kuvira took her time putting on the robe Asami had provided for her. Only when the other three women had gotten a good, long look at her toned form did she cinch shut the green and black silk garment, which concealed her skin if not her curves. She accompanied the final tug of the knot with a smug smile, and Korra laughed.
“Yeah, Vee. We get it. You still look good naked.”
“She’s not the only one,” Asami purred. "Why don't I give you a little help?" She slipped up behind Korra and placed a wet kiss on the back of her shoulder before unfastening the buckles of her one-piece swimsuit.
A few tugs had Korra naked, and Kuvira couldn't resist licking her lips at the sight. She was familiar with Korra’s body, true, but it had been a while. Luckily for her, the sight had lost none of its allure. Indeed, Korra looked better than she remembered. A great deal of power was packed into the Avatar's lovely frame, and it was a pleasing contrast to Kuvira’s usual preferences. With any luck, I can reacquaint myself with it more fully tonight.
“So, I guess that means we’re still going to do this,” Opal said. There was a wary but excited hitch in her voice, and her eyes had zeroed in on Korra's chiseled abdomen. Kuvira couldn't blame her. She had once derived a great deal of pleasure from looking, too—looking and touching.
“Well, you clearly want to,” Asami teased. She wrapped her arms around Korra's stomach, grazing the bottoms of her breasts. "I can feel you staring at my mate from all the way over here."
“Hey, you were checking out Kuvira, too,” Opal huffed, trying and failing to keep the desire out of her voice. Kuvira wasn't fooled. This entire thing had been Opal's suggestion in the first place. While Kuvira had a fair amount of sexual experience under her belt, Opal had only had one sexual partner before her. In a way, she felt it was her duty to help her mate make up for the experiences she might have missed out on by marrying young. And if that meant getting to reunite with her ex-lover, and her ex-lover's incredibly attractive partner... well, that was just a very nice bonus.
"Can you blame me?" Asami asked. "That beauty mark just grabs your attention."
"Sure," Korra teased. "The beauty mark. That's definitely what you were staring at." She escaped Asami’s grasp with visible reluctance and pulled on a robe as well, hers blue and white. “Okay, I think it’s clear we’re all in. So why don’t you two,” she nodded forward at Opal and then back at Asami, “get changed as well, so we can head upstairs and talk details?”
Asami laughed. “Kuvira was right. I think you do just want to talk me out of my swimsuit. Well, since you're so insistent...” She kissed the side of Korra’s neck before stepping out into full view of the rest of their little group.
Unlike the matter of fact way Kuvira had undressed, Asami put a definite amount of seduction into her stripping. Her tongue peeked out to run over her lower lip as she peeled off her high cut bathing suit, and her hips swayed more than was strictly necessary. Kuvira blinked slowly, allowing herself to enjoy the show. Asami was a true beauty, voluptuous and oozing sex appeal from every pore.
She started at the bottom, following Asami's long legs up and up, lingering when she arrived at the perfectly maintained strip of dark hair above the juncture of her thighs. Once she’d taken a good look, she continued onward, taking in Asami's pale, smooth belly and full breasts. The sight alone was lovely enough to captivate her, but it was the warm, welcoming tendrils of Asami’s chi coiling around her that truly kept her attention. Yes, she could definitely see what Korra had fallen so hard for. Her own body reacted swiftly to the sight, nipples tightening and clit stirring with the urge to mate the gorgeous omega. Not yet, she told herself, but maybe soon.
After posing for a long moment, Asami placed her swimsuit on her towel and slipped into her red and grey robe. Kuvira mourned the loss of such a marvelous view, but her regret faded when she realized that it was Opal's turn to change. She felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of the other two, especially Korra, seeing her mate naked, but fair was fair. Besides, with everything she and Opal had been through to get to this point, she didn't doubt the strength of their connection.
"Go ahead," she said when she noticed the slight shadow of nervousness on Opal's face. She gave an encouraging tilt of her head, offering reassurance more than granting permission. "None of us are going to bite... well, not hard enough to hurt."
"You don't have to tease me," Opal mumbled, but she took a deep breath and started sliding the straps of her swimsuit down her shoulders. Kuvira relished the twin gasps beside her, but she didn't turn to see Korra and Asami's reactions. The sight in front of her was far too tempting. She drank in the delicate line of Opal's collarbone, the subtle swells of her breasts, the tempting flare of her hips. There was still a light bruise above one of them, and Kuvira smiled as she recalled putting it there with her teeth. Every inch of skin Opal revealed brought back memories of nights spent in each other's arms, and she was instantly reassured. This body was hers , regardless of whether or not Korra and Asami enjoyed it as well.
"Wow," Korra said, her voice noticeably huskier than usual. "I thought those airbender wingsuits didn't leave much to the imagination, but..."
Opal's cheeks flushed as she set her bathing suit aside. To Kuvira's surprise and approval, she didn't immediately reach for her robe. "And were you checking me out in them often?"
Korra shrugged, grinning and unrepentant. "Maybe. It was kind of hard not to once I noticed you had a crush on me."
"What do you mean you noticed?" Asami threaded her arm through Korra's, cuddling in close. "I had to spell it out for you."
"That doesn't surprise me," Kuvira drawled. She picked up the green and white robe Asami had set aside for Opal and passed it over to her, making sure their hands brushed. Her mate seemed to be the excited kind of nervous instead of the upset kind, and she wanted it to stay that way. "Here, put this on. You're already giving Korra a problem."
Opal's eyes widened, and Kuvira saw them track straight to the front of Korra's robe. There was already a slight tent in the fabric, but Korra made no effort to conceal it. "Hey, lay off. I just saw two gorgeous omegas and one hot alpha with their clothes off. It's not my fault."
"And I wouldn't call it a problem," Opal said, still hypnotized. Her blush began spreading down her neck, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
Instead of being envious, Kuvira was amused. Seeing her mate so curious was almost sweet. She actually found herself looking forward to watching Opal explore Korra's body for the first time—preferably with her enthusiastic participation. Besides, despite her teasing of Korra, she was hardly one to talk. Her own clit had begun to shift as well, and though the pulsing between her legs was still merely pleasant, it wouldn’t take much to push it into aching need.
She offered Opal the robe again, holding it open so she could slide her arms through the sleeves. "You're gawking," she whispered beside the shell of Opal's ear, letting her hands wander as she tucked the robe into place around her curves. "You know, you can get a closer look once we all move to the bedroom..."
Opal set off in that direction, but as they walked through the halls of the mansion, she said, “Unfortunately, Vira, looking is all you’re going to be doing for a little while.”
That remark was enough to make one of Kuvira's eyebrows lift. “What are you talking about?”
Korra’s voice came from behind her, and Kuvira could practically hear the smirk in it. “It seems your mate thinks you’ve been a bad little dictator recently, and you need to learn a lesson in proper behavior.”
Her first instinct was to argue. “Haven’t I already done my penance for that? I recall some battles, not to mention a great many apologies.”
“You have. Mostly.” Opal leaned up, lips brushing her cheek. “But we want to make sure it sticks. After all, any backsliding would be very unfortunate.”
“You’re just trying to get Korra all to yourself,” she grumbled, though she knew that wasn’t really the truth.
“Oh, never fear, she’ll have to share,” Asami purred, and Kuvira decided that she was beaten. It was clear all of this had been worked out in advance, and besides, she was lucky to have been forgiven after all of the mayhem that had come about as a result of her past decisions. If her punishment was having to watch three gorgeous women have sex for a while before she got to join in… well, then so be it.
“All right. If you all insist.”
"We do," Opal said, grabbing a firm handful of her ass through her robe.
“See?” Korra’s hand clapped her on the shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze as well. “I told you she’d be reasonable, Asami.”
“And you were right about her,” Asami replied. “Eventually.”
Once they reached the bedroom, Kuvira could see why the Sato mansion had been a good choice for their exploration, aside from having a pool and a racetrack. The bed was quite expansive, more than large enough for the two women who usually shared it, and there were several overstuffed chairs that would serve nicely if they decided to split up. For that matter, even the floor might work out well, thickly carpeted as it was.
Opal pointed in the direction of one of the chairs. “That’ll do nicely for you, I think. Get comfortable. We’ll try not to make you wait too much.”
“Yeah, no promises though,” Korra added with a laugh. “With two omegas this beautiful, I might be a little while.”
“If you can last that long,” Kuvira said, but her attention wasn’t really on Korra anymore. She was still focused on Opal, and though the bright-eyed anticipation written on her mate’s face was beautiful, she wanted one more reassurance before they parted.
On impulse, she took Opal’s chin in her hand and gave her a long, deep kiss, enjoying a final taste of her sweetness. Opal whimpered into her lips, and as their auras entwined, her jealousy eased. She withdrew slowly, caressing the soft curve of Opal’s cheek as they parted before taking a step back and settling down on the chair. The cushions were nice and soft at least, and she exhaled. “Have fun,” she told her mate. “I’ll be good. For now.”
“I’m sure you’ll try,” Opal said. “But just to be on the safe side… Korra, if you would do the honors?”
“Of course.” Korra raised her hand, and a pair of plain metal bracelets lying on an end table flew through the air. They wrapped around Kuvira’s wrists with a soft click, binding them to the arms of the chair. The bindings weren’t overly tight, and Kuvira knew she could bend them off of her if she had to, but not without making it clear she was done with this little game, which she assumed was the intention.
“Nice work,” Asami said with a smile. She stepped up behind Opal, brushing her hair aside to stroke her slender neck. “Ready to make your mate jealous?”
Please do , Kuvira thought. Her cock was already fully formed thanks to the sight in front of her, and if just watching the two beautiful omegas touching each other could elicit such a strong reaction, her endurance was about to be sorely tested.
***
Korra's gaze shifted back and forth between the chair and the bed, unsure where to settle. The sight of her ex-lover bound and frustrated was even more appealing than she had hoped. A crease had already formed in the middle of Kuvira's brow, and the fine muscles around the corners of her eyes tightened with the intensity of her stare. But as fun as it was to admire Kuvira's frustration, she found her attention drawn back to the two omegas. Asami's fingertips toyed with Opal's short hair, tucking it fondly behind her ear before trailing down the graceful column of her throat.
"Is it all right if I kiss you?" she murmured, and Korra found herself entranced. She knew that tone, and she also knew that Opal was in for a real treat. Asami's lips were divine, and her mouth was a well of sweetness.
Opal fidgeted a little, but the smile that spread across her face was welcoming. One of her hands came up to trail along the sleeve of Asami's robe, and she took a step closer, bringing their bodies almost flush. "It's more than all right. I want you to kiss me." But Korra didn't miss the brief flick of Opal's eyes to the right, or Kuvira's subtle nod.
Asami cupped Opal's cheek, leaning in and down to bring their lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet, closed-mouthed at first, but the sight was still enough to send a rush of tingling heat between Korra's legs. She had suspected that watching Asami kiss someone else would be a pleasing picture, but reality was proving better than fantasy.
Kuvira obviously agreed, because when Opal trembled and melted further into Asami's arms, she let out a low growl of approval. Korra started to make a smart comment, but found herself distracted when a warm glow washed over her. She had been aware of Asami's chi before, a teasing, insistent tug that coaxed her own closer, and Opal's, a steadfast, welcoming warmth with just a hint of a nervous flutter, but as the two twined together, it left her a little breathless. Even though they were reaching for each other instead of her, their desire was unmistakable.
At last, the two of them pulled apart. "Wow," Opal said, her face dreamy and content. "That was... you're a really good kisser."
"She is," Korra agreed, aiming a sidelong look at Kuvira. She knew the other alpha had felt the same wave of heat, and figured a little good-natured bragging was in order.
Kuvira's lips twitched, as if she wasn't sure whether she wanted to frown or smirk. "I look forward to seeing for myself later. I have a feeling Asami and I will get along better when her mouth is occupied."
Asami's brows arched, but Korra could tell the playful insult had amused her. "Those are brave words coming from someone who's going to stay stuck in that chair for the next several minutes." She ran her thumb over Opal's cheekbone, drawing their faces close again. "Should we show her exactly what she's missing?"
Opal's eyes flashed with mischievousness. "I think we should. Korra, come here?"
A shudder raced down Korra's spine at the invitation. She closed the distance between them in a few steps, first brushing her palm along Asami's side for a brief connection before reaching for one of Opal's hands. Asami passed Opal over, and Korra folded an arm around the airbender’s waist. "Is it all right if I kiss you?" she asked, repeating Asami's earlier request.
Opal didn't answer with words. Instead, Korra found herself being pulled in by the collar of her robe. Their mouths met, hot and wet and open, and the warmth she had felt before coiled around her like a second embrace.
Of course, the first embrace was pretty great too. Opal’s hands had wound around her back, exploring the muscles there. Even through the silk of her robe, the touch made her shiver pleasantly. Opal’s enthusiasm was contagious, and it had been a long time since Korra had enjoyed the delight of being with a new lover.
Even while Korra kept drinking in the kiss, she noticed Asami moving. Her mate came up behind Opal, her hands circling the other omega’s waist. Asami’s green eyes met Korra’s blue ones, and after a moment of confirmation, she dipped down to place a kiss on Opal’s cheek. The contact made her moan into Korra’s mouth, but Asami didn’t stop there. She made swift work of the knot of Opal’s robe, sliding the silk open and stroking her smooth belly.
“Asami,” Opal whimpered, slipping away from the kiss to bury her face in Korra’s shoulder. The break afforded Korra a chance to look at Kuvira’s face, pulled tight with her desire. Her lips were pursed and her eyes wide, as if she was trying to absorb everything she was seeing.
Her frustration was so pretty that Korra couldn’t resist a little more taunting. “She is quite something, isn’t she?”
“Do you mean me or her?” Asami asked as she finished sliding off Opal’s robe. “Because she really looks beautiful.”
Opal blushed a delicious shade of red at the praise, and Korra decided she couldn’t pick. “Both of you,” she rasped. “You’re both…”
One of Asami’s hands left Opal’s waist and reached for her instead, tugging on the front of her robe. She was already hard beneath it, and the feel of silk sliding over her length made her lurch forward into Opal’s naked body. The airbender caught her, smiling at her reaction.
“She seems to mean it,” she told Kuvira, swiveling her hips so that they brushed over Korra’s straining shaft.
“Show me.” Kuvira swallowed hard as she said the words, and a glance between her legs revealed that she was in a similar situation, just with less prospect of relief. It was almost enough to make Korra feel sorry for her. Almost.
Asami turned to Opal. “Shall we?”
“Definitely.”
Korra suddenly found herself being maneuvered back toward the bed, and it was all she could do not to trip over herself along the way. Her flop back onto the mattress wasn’t very graceful, but she didn’t care, not with the sight of two omegas following after her. Opal crawled up to join her at the head of the bed, while Asami remained at the foot, taking the time to massage the tense muscles in Korra’s legs.
Since Asami was out of reach, Korra pulled Opal in close, stroking her short hair. “There’s no rush,” she whispered, in spite of the throbbing between her legs.
“It’s okay,” Opal purred back, lips inches away from her cheek. “I want to do this. I have for a long time, actually.”
“So I’ve noticed,” Asami said. She busied herself with the fastening at the front of Korra’s robe, untying it properly this time. “Korra has, too.”
Korra started to respond, but all that came out was a low moan as the smooth fabric finally fell open on either side of her hips. Her cock felt even more strained as it hit the cool air, and her hips twitched instinctively as Asami’s fingertips trailed up from the base.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Asami asked, maintaining eye contact with Opal as she started a slow stroking motion. Her fist was unbearably loose and light, and Korra had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep from hissing at the tease.
Opal took a long look, and Korra trembled under the heat of her gaze. “ Very impressive. It really is a close call, isn’t it?”
“Close?” Asami asked with a sly smile.
“To Kuvira’s. They always go on about who’s larger, but I can’t tell the difference.”
“I’ll have to get a better look at your mate before I can say for sure." Asami's thumb swept up to spread the pool of wetness welling at her tip, and Korra fought to keep her hips still. Her mate's soft touch was almost torturous, and judging from Asami's smirk, she was all too aware of what she was doing. “But before I do, maybe you want a closer inspection of mine?”
The mere suggestion made Korra pulse. She jumped beneath Asami's skimming fingertips, swallowing down a groan. Her cock had started throbbing against Asami’s palm, and the thought of Opal lavishing attention on it as well was almost too much.
"Are you sure?" Opal asked, running a hand down along Korra's stomach. The gentle stroking made her spill more fluid over Asami's fingers, and her abdominal muscles clenched with need. "She’s your mate. I can wait my turn..."
"You're more than welcome to go first." Asami released her shaft, and Korra whined as the warmth of her hand vanished. "She's always good for more than one round."
The two omegas looked at each other, and Korra wasn't sure whether to be eager or frustrated as they decided her fate. She didn't care which of them went first as long as they resumed touching her. She could feel their chi sliding over her, surrounding her, and it was hard not to lose herself in it.
"Share?" Opal said at last.
Asami ran her tongue over her lips. "Share. That should certainly be entertaining enough to keep Kuvira's attention."
"I'm being attentive," Kuvira protested from the chair, pulling a little against her bindings.
Korra scanned her up and down, snorting when she noticed the considerable swell at the front of her robe. "I can see that," she said, with no small amount of interest. Hopefully, she would get the chance to take Kuvira for a spin and re-live old times once Opal and Asami had their fill. "But you're just gonna have to wait. It's my turn."
"Actually, it's our turn," Asami reminded her. "Korra, sit up and face Kuvira."
Korra did so, quite conscious of Kuvira's burning stare as she moved to the edge of the bed.
"Do you always let your omega order you around like that, Korra?" Kuvira taunted, eyes narrowing a little further.
"You're just mad because she can and you can't," Korra laughed.
"Don't listen to her," Opal said, leaving the bed and kneeling between Korra's spread thighs. She seemed far more confident than before, enough to give Kuvira a smug smile from over her shoulder. "She's being a hypocrite. I boss her around all the time."
"Really? " Asami drawled. She cuddled in closer, and Korra gasped as warm lips began trailing along her throat. "That's interesting information. I wonder if she'd listen to me?"
"Not a chance, Miss Sato," Kuvira said, her voice dropping until it was close to a growl.
"You say that now..."
Korra gasped as Asami's teeth nipped the lobe of her ear and Opal's hands began running along her thighs, urging them further apart. Both gestures made her length pound with fullness, and she ached for even the light touches Asami had been giving her before.
"Go ahead, Opal," Asami murmured. "I'll give you a little time to play before I join you."
Korra tilted down just in time to see a delighted expression cross Opal's face. The enthusiasm was sweet, and she smiled back, adding a soft, "Please?" of her own.
She didn't have to wait long. Opal folded a fist around the base of her shaft, giving her a soft, testing squeeze. It was a slightly hesitant gesture, but her hips still jerked. Her cock strained against Opal's palm, and the wetness at her tip welled over again until gleaming trails ran down the top half of it. "Fuck, Opal... t—that’s good..."
"See?" Asami said, resting a cheek against her shoulder but still looking at Kuvira. "Being polite pays off. Maybe you should try it?"
“I’m definitely going to try something ,” Kuvira mumbled, but her words went largely unnoticed. Opal had picked that moment to take her first taste, and as the tip of her tongue went to work, all of Korra’s attention was pulled swiftly downwards. She jerked into the contact, trying to get more of that velvet warmth along her sensitive skin, and Opal obliged. More strokes followed, each one more eager than the last.
At first, Opal’s tongue stayed near her sensitive slit, lapping up the wetness there. Slowly, however, it ventured further, swirling along underside of the shaft. Only when Korra was trembling with need did Opal’s lips seal around her swollen head, and the welcoming heat was enough to make her groan into Asami’s waiting kiss. While she shuddered, Opal began bobbing up and down over the top half of her cock, and Asami’s silky tongue slipped into her mouth. The feeling of the two pairs of warm lips, above and below, both focused on her, was unlike anything Korra had ever experienced. The sensations threatened to carry her away, and she saw no reason to hold back. Opal and Asami both seemed to enjoy having her under their spell, and she was more than willing to let them do whatever they wanted.
And it soon became clear that Asami wanted to do more than just kiss her. Asami’s hands ran over her chest, caressing her abdomen, brushing her breasts, and kneading the muscles of her back. Combined with the steady rhythm of Opal’s mouth, the touches pushed her closer and closer toward the edge, her shaft twitching and pulsing harder with every passing second.
Asami was right that she could go more than once, but that didn’t mean she wanted even her first climax to come too soon. Besides, Kuvira would never let her hear the end of it if she succumbed so fast. Korra forced herself to break the kiss, instead turning her attention back to her bound ex. “Nice view, huh?” she grunted. “Trust me, it’s even better over…”
Her sentence trailed off when Opal’s fist wrapped back around the base of her shaft and gave a tug, but her groan of pleasure probably gave Kuvira a pretty good idea what she meant. Asami, meanwhile, seemed to have taken the end of the kiss as her cue to move lower. She began trailing down Korra’s body, kissing her neck and sternum before pulling a nipple between her dark lips and sucking until it was almost painfully hard.
Korra bit her lip, moaning at the combination of pleasures she was being treated to. The only thing that saved her from falling over the edge at that moment was that Opal seemed to sense how close she was. The airbender stilled her hand and pulled back, kissing and licking the top of Korra’s cock once more, but not applying more of that incredible, unbearable pressure.
Asami didn’t linger too long on Korra’s breasts, releasing the first nipple and placing only a few kisses on the tip of the other one before moving to join Opal between her legs. Just the sight of the two omegas kneeling in front of her was enough to make Korra’s cock jump and a fresh trail of precum leak out onto Opal’s tongue.
“I see you waited for me,” Asami purred as Opal eagerly swallowed down the fluid. She turned back to Kuvira. “See? Politeness. We can only hope some of it will rub off on you.”
Kuvira let out a low noise, half-growl and half-groan, but if she formed any kind of coherent response, Korra couldn't hear it. She was lost in a world of hot mouths and soft hands. Opal had drawn back to give Asami a chance to kiss the head of her cock, and between the two of them, she was heavy and pounding with fullness. The soft glide of Asami's satin tongue threatened to undo her, and she had to twist the sheets in her hands to keep from grabbing the back of her mate's head.
"Just look at her," Opal said, sending a wave of hot breath over the base of her shaft. Her mouth was still close, and Korra could feel the movement of her lips. "Is she going to come?"
Asami released her with a soft pop, stroking a hand up along her tense thigh. "She's trying not to..." She brushed a wet kiss over the sensitive slit, and Korra whined, thrusting in search of more warmth. "But I don't know how long she'll last. This might be a bit much, even for her."
"Please," Korra begged, well past the point of embarrassment. She didn't care how desperate she looked or sounded as long as Asami and Opal did something to ease the pressure within her. If she couldn't have one of their mouths, she was convinced she would go insane. "I—I need...need to..."
She couldn't find the words to ask for what she wanted, but it didn't matter. The two of them seemed to understand. Opal took over where Asami had left off, but instead of simply sucking the tip past her lips, she descended on the entire shaft. Korra's jaw hung loose, and her head lolled backwards. The head of her cock nudged the back of Opal's throat, and to her surprise, she was able to sink a little further. Clasping muscles squeezed around her sensitive tip, and her entire body went rigid as she fought off an early release.
Then, all too soon, the warmth receded. Opal's lips slid back up along her length, and she was exposed to the cool air again. She gave a needy sob, but her agony only lasted a few seconds. Heat swallowed her again, and this time, it didn't stop until someone's lips were sealed around the very base of her shaft. Asami. Korra knew without even looking. The trick was a familiar one, and Asami's chi was pulsing out toward hers, a coaxing call she couldn't ignore.
She swelled, throbbing in preparation, but the bliss she was waiting for still didn't come. Asami drew back just as Opal had, and when Korra finally managed to look down, she saw that her mate was smirking. "Come on," Korra rasped, still shuddering from the memory of the omegas' mouths. "You're supposed to be torturing Kuvira, not me. "
Asami turned her devious expression on Opal instead. Without speaking, they both bent down at once. Korra almost melted into the mattress, and her eyes squeezed closed as her entire world centered between her legs. After a few seconds, she couldn't tell their mouths apart. When one of them took her in, the other lavished kisses on her stomach, her thighs, and the base of her shaft. Sometimes, a greedy tongue even burrowed between her legs to find her entrance and taste the wetness there.
"Shit," she gasped, threading her fingers through what she knew by experience was Asami's hair. "I'm gonna—" Opal’s mouth withdrew, but it was already too late. Korra’s body stiffened, locking up tight, and her muscles bunched as her release swept over her. Her shaft rippled, and she stared down with open but bleary eyes, watching in awe as a rush of come spilled from the swollen head of her cock.
The first stream gushed over Opal’s parted lips, but the short, jerking movements of Korra’s hips ruined her aim. More of her release ran over Opal’s chin and cheeks, while rest spilled down over the omega’s collarbone and the tops of her breasts. The sight made Korra pulse harder, but the next several spurts never made it onto Opal’s skin. While she’d been distracted, Asami’s head had slipped in-between them, and her lips enveloped Korra’s tip once more.
The introduction of that hot pressure seemed to touch off a second climax, or perhaps it was an extension of the first. Korra poured everything she had into her mate’s mouth, and Asami responded by sucking harder. Opal joined in as well, her slim fingers wrapping around the base of Korra’s cock and pumping it gently but firmly. Every stroke of her hand, and every pull of Asami’s lips only made Korra pulse harder. The two of them seemed determined to draw every last ounce of pleasure out of her, and she couldn’t do anything but oblige.
“Oh, spirits, yes, ” Korra panted. Her torso slumped forward and her hands fell on top of her two lovers’ heads, stroking their hair as her climax tapered off. Only once she’d stopped entirely did Asami pull off of her cock, and even then, Opal made a final pass with her tongue, cleaning away the last few drops. The skin there was so sensitive that it was almost painful, and Korra whimpered at the touch, but she didn’t dream of asking them to stop.
“Oh, that was fun,” Opal declared when she was done. She straightened up, her back arching to show off the line of her beautiful body, the tops of her breasts still streaked with come.
From across the room, a strangled, “Fuck,” could be heard coming from Kuvira’s chair.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Asami brushed her hand over Opal’s cheek, cleaning up a bit of the fluid there. “Even if my mate did make a bit of a mess.”
“I didn’t mind,” Opal said, starting to blush. “It was kind of hot, actually.”
“It was.” Asami leaned in closer, placing a series of kisses on Opal’s sticky face before moving on to her glazed lips. They fell into a long, passionate embrace, and the sight sent a tremor running down Korra’s length. It scarcely seemed possible after her massive climax, but she was fully hard again, her exhaustion completely forgotten.
When Asami pulled back from the kiss, she took notice. Her fingers edged up close to the base of the shaft, stroking Korra’s thigh affectionately. It was a welcome touch, and Korra covered Asami’s hand with her own and squeezed, assuring her that everything was fine.
Asami rose to her feet, leading Opal up with her so that the two of them stood in front of Korra. “It seems our Avatar isn’t done yet,” she observed, glancing down at her erection.
“No,” Korra agreed, trying to recapture the ability to use words. “You two are really… wow. ”
“Good, because we’re definitely going to need some attention of our own. Opal, do you want to try her out first? I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
“Oh, yes.” There was a decided tremor in Opal’s voice when she replied. Korra could see that her nipples were already stiff, and between her legs, a glimmer of wetness was visible.
“Go right ahead. I’ll be back in a second to help you out.” Before Korra could ask what Asami meant by that, her mate undid the knot of her robe, letting it slide from her shoulders. It was as delicious a view as ever, but Korra didn’t get much of a chance to enjoy it before Asami turned around to face Kuvira instead. “But first,” she declared, “I think our audience could use a little attention.”