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I know that. [She's regressing a little into defensiveness — a bad habit she thought she broke awhile ago, but like a sexually transmitted disease she could get from this experience, it's back.

Thinking about diseases. Great way to get yourself pumped up for sex. Korra's not sure whether she's annoyed with herself, this whole situation, or him. But she's definitely annoyed, and his fingers are good enough to keep her arousal from plummeting, but they aren't exactly lifting her up either. Maybe they should just quite and try again later. Or try something else. It's not like they know that penetration is what's going to open the door. Maybe they're supposed to be playing with their own bits and not each other's.

Then he finds the spot and a wave of pleasure drowns out all thought. She probably screams, although she's too caught up in sensation to tell; she doesn't notice how her hips buck up, grinding his erection between their stomachs as her body tries to get him to touch that spot again. ]

[ Found you, Hei thinks, with a smile hidden inside. Her scream feels like a raw burn riding the nerve endings across his body, cabling the tendons from thighs to torso. Between their bellies, his trapped erection thrums along the fault-line between gratitude and greed. ]

[ Catching one of her wrists, he brings her arm up to loop around his neck. Leans in closer, enjoying the the scrape of his rough hairs against her smoothness, as he crooks his fingers against her hot-spot, the heel of his palm pressing down against her pubic bone, as if trying to cup and hold the vibrations his curled fingers are causing. With each stroke, his knuckles skim the underside of his dick; he can feel the blood beating through that heavy vein racing from balls to crown -- a hand-grenade's mute tick-tick-tick. ]

[ The countdown is easy to ignore. The girl beneath him is a beautiful mess of secrets: ripe and shaking and over-eager. Her sex pulses like a sea-anemone around his fingers while her whole body goes tensile yet liquid, lapping at the new sensations like a wave across the shore. Dipping his head, he kisses her again -- breathless, sloppy, delving. Gnaws at her neck, mouthing the juncture of soft skin where it melts to shoulder, before feeding on her right breast, biting in earnest at that captured curve of flesh. ]

[Her screams dissolve into choked sobs. His touch brings a pleasure that hits her with the force of a punch, robbing her of breath and sense. It's like nothing else she's ever felt. The pleasure she gets from masturbating, from fighting, she's in complete control of. She is the master of her own body. But this is more like bloodbending, with pleasure instead of pain. She can't control her body right now any more than she could when Amon took her bending; it's responding almost entirely to Hei's will. She doesn't have enough coherent thought to make that creepy connection.

Her nails dig into his neck; her hips rock even more frantically against him, frustrated at their inability to increase the pressure on her good spot. But Korra doesn't need her hips to feel the familiar-yet-not buildup between her legs.]

I'm — [She's too close to coming to find the breath for the rest of the words.]

[ Hei is mesmerized by the look of desperation she wears, and by the sweet sounds unfurling from her throat: harsh sobs and cries as if she is being whipped to pleasure. Catching her behind the waist, palm wedded to the damp hollow of her lower-back, he tents his upper body across her with chest and arms -- pinning her in place. But it's almost protective:a beat later, his hand coasts up her spine to cradle her skull. Tilting her head at the right angle, he watches her eyelashes flutter, eyes two hazy glints of blue. Kisses her hard, impatient and throbbing in every cell of his body. His tongue flexes into her mouth like an imperative. ]

[ Meanwhile, between their bodies, his fingers wedge deeper into her folds. It is promisingly easy now; she is so wet and swollen. Unresisting. Drawing the two fingers out, he carefully slides three back in. Works them faster and more certainly, cleverly, while the thumb swirls wetly across the swollen peak of her clit. ]

[ Despite the froth of urgency he's whisked her into, he doesn't feel in full command. There is a nervous jitter in his belly. Because even at this moment, there is such a persuasive, bright-burning innocence to this girl that his own unsuitability -- even fifteen minutes of being near her -- is a cold, unspoken fact. Too perverse to address, yet also not the point. ]

[ The sooner this is all done, the sooner he can add it to all the other things he is so adept at blotting out of his mind. Hopefully she'll do the same. ]

[Korra cries out protest when he slips his fingers out, a protest which is not assuaged he sticks three fingers in. He's pulled back just enough to keep her from coming like she thought she was going to, and she could strangle him. Would try to, if she had any control over her limbs.]

Just...DO IT! [It comes out more like an animal snarl than human words.]

[ Just do it. Fast, and efficient, and get it over with. Then they'll be let go. ]

[ Hei shakes his head, even as he contemplates his suffocating hard-on and prepares for disillusionment. Whoever his captors are, he doubts they'll set him free that easy. But what other choice is there? ]

[ Diplomatically, he slides his fingers out of her. They leave glistening smears across the inside of her thighs. Snatching up a gold circlet, he rips it open with his teeth. Fits it over his twitching cock, fingers no longer trembling with nerves, but jerky with impatience. There is a small red bottle of lube in the colorful pile of sex-treats. He twirls the cap with his thumb and judiciously covers his sheathed cock with a second coat of lube. The rest, he drizzles between the girl's vulva, his fingers sliding down and rubbing cool liquid along the hot inner-stripe of her body, back and forth for a while before circling the drain, in a manner of speaking. ]

[ Once he's satisfied, he cants one leg carefully over Korra's thighs and slides on top of her. His right hand goes into her hair, clasping her skull gently; her entire face is a flushed knot of rancor, her eyes two dark currents. He can't decide if she's sunk into resignation, or genuinely impatient to be fucked, or both. His own body vibrates with want, but his mind has disconnected, plotting revenge on their captors. ]

[ Inhaling, he eases his weight up, then down, until his cock brushes her entrance with a silky kiss of wetness. His breathing turns harsher, more edged. With his free hand, he grasps the shaft to keep it angled upwards as he bears down. His glans stretches into the girl's sex, his skin wrung back by the tightness of her opening around his shaft. ]

[ Shit. It's like being burned alive. She's so wet, so impossibly tight. It feels like she's squeezing him in two, and he can only imagine that it hurts her. ]

[ Once the head pops in, he stills. His wavery sigh belies his tight-rope steady words. ]

Okay?

[She'd been sunk into resignation at the beginning of their encounter, before he even started touching her. Now it's far from her thoughts. It wouldn't be fair to say that she's forgotten the circumstances necessitating their carnal encounter, but she is, for the time being, completely disregarding them to focus on the physical. Experience has taught her how to really focus, how to set aside her fears and baggage to achieve her goal. It's not something she can do all the time... but the physical pleasure certainly makes it easier.

She gasps as he pushes his way in, her body stretching to accommodate him in ways it's never done before. She's shocked by how little it hurts. Maybe because she'd worked herself into a little panic about it earlier, but it really doesn't hurt like she expected it to. It's more like the burn of an extended stretch than actual pain.]

Is that it? [It doesn't occur to her how that sounds without context.]

[ He's startled, and amused, and dizzily overheated; a half-smile threatens the corners of his mouth. ]

There's more.

[ More, and he is burstingly hard with it, and breathless, and his revenge plans are fizzing out, at least for the moment. She gives off a bone-deep heat that collapses his thoughts into a blurred confusion of pleasure. For a heartbeat, disconnected from the grotesqueries of their reality, he almost remembers what it -- sex -- felt like that first time. The strange, melting fit of two hot bodies, the different beats of blood and muscle. Nothing to do with intimacy or emotion -- clumsy words that are entirely disconnected from what this is: everything tactile, visceral, raw. ]

[ Korra's damp face is a big-eyed squinch of confusion. Against his will, he strokes a thumb across her cheek, a reflexive gesture of comfort, however oddly placed. At the same time, he sinks forward, a teeth-clenched hiss as his cock nudges across what passes for a hymen, and abruptly slides the rest of the way in -- one long, slipperysweet swallow. ]

[It feels like he's pushing in forever. His penis didn't seem that long when she was touching it before. And just how much room is there inside her, anyway? Clearly her fingers hadn't given her a good estimation.

Their pelvises finally meet, and Korra rocks her hips, trying to grind against the sensitive folds above her clit. The result is a sharp yelp of pain as she inadvertently pushes the glans too hard against her cervix. She wriggles back and tries to breathe into the pain.]

Don't do that. [It's a note to self, not a scold of him. When the flare of pain subsides, she tries clenching her vaginal muscles around him. Where's the spot that blew her roof off before...?]

[ Hei's breath breaks as she rocks under him. He thrusts with a disconnected stutter of his hips, before forcibly stilling. He feels engulfed, his body warmed and pliant and minutely attuned to the fluttering clench of her -- and at the same time knifed into two by the ache of his dick: a filthy, full-blooded throb. If the touchstone of heterosexual sex is penetration, this feels like the Ruben-vase opposite. Which is stupid, the mass of norms he's normalized -- the postures, the power-play, the convoluted assumptions about sex and body-parts. Even now, even in private, the vague stir of disgust at his body, at hers, is difficult to ignore. ]

[ Still, he tries. Stroking Korra's head, staring like a half-stoned bastard at her face, which looks as if it has broken the surface of a wave, giving him a heavily lidded gaze of pure sex -- blue eyes, scent of sea foam, her body seeming to be filled with strange pulsing tides and awkward ripples. ]

[ Catching one of her hands, he brings it down to curl around the root of his cock. Tilts closer, his entire body-weight bearing on her groin, and circles his hips, letting her own knuckles grind against the hard crest of her clitoris. He's trying to stay slow, to rock in gentle, experimental pushes. But it's not without agenda: each motion works over and over, inexorably, at that one hot-spot inside her. ]

[ His breath saws quietly at the silence as his hair skims her face, inky tips stirring her cheek. Their faces don't quite brush. ]

Hot? Warm? Cold?

[ A dry tone to go with the game. But with stress-lines of genuine interest on his face. ]

[Korra just stares at him blankly.]

Huh?

[She's familiar with the concept, but she absolutely no idea what he's asking in reference to. (She's a little distracted by fucking to pick up on context clues).]

[ Stupid girl. Hei's lips quirk in indulgence at the childish curiosity behind her stare. Instead of speaking, he stirs the hand cradling her face, sweeps his fingers through the hair across her brow. His hips dip to hers with caution, not moving much; just mashing her slick lips against her own pubic bone, grinding the hard clit back and forth. His body, bracketing and bracketed by hers, feels bigger than usual, as if the clumsiness of the unfamiliar interlocking is taking up extra space and slowing him down, like a bulky winter coat in a footrace. ]

[ The air between them is filled with heat and breath. Curling his spine, he kisses her briefly -- a wet fluttery peck. ]

Tell me what feels right.

[She whimpers and writhes beneath him, letting out a scream as he finally hits THAT spot.]

That. [She can barely muster up the breath to talk.] That... [Yeah. Just that. More words are unnecessary. Screaming is easier. (She can't imagine doing this at home. She doesn't know where she'd go where her screams wouldn't draw unwanted attention.)]

[ Message blatantly, deliciously received. With a shoulder-tremor and a curl of breath, Hei twists his hips, his spine going lead-melty, sinking his weight down and opening Korra's body wide as his movements grow more confident, more smooth. One hand stays clasped to her skull, fingers threaded in her damp hair, a tight fistful as she rolls her head feverishly across the mattress. The other hand grasps her right thigh, his fingers biting into her softness, angling her so everything sinks, slides, smoothes into place. ]

Hnnn.

[ He's sunk completely into her now, a deep and fluid circling. Each time he withdraws it feels almost like her pussy clings to his shaft, a hot rippling clutch from root to tip. When he reverses and strokes into her again -- sinking in deep, with a side-to-side wriggle to grind against her clit -- his own hips stutter, attention spiraling inwards, downwards, to the liquid thud of pulse in his cock. His balls are crawling, and a drop of sweat makes its way down the small of his back, a ghost finger tracing the spine. His orgasm starts to hum low down in his guts. ]

[ Teeth gritted, he forces it away. In this precarious position, he isn't sure how to pace himself perfectly, or hit the proper angles to keep her simmering until she begs. But he's determined to draw this out as long as he can -- because he's amazed by the helpless cries he's wringing from her. Amazed by the way it makes something like a light-switch snap on inside his skull, so he comes to and feels what he's doing with every shocked, electrified cell of his body -- instead of just coasting blankly, far far away from the sensations that ripple through him. ]

[Until she begs? Korra can't imagine being more desperate than she is right now. Every time he hits THAT spot -- and he's hitting it with increasing frequency -- her vision explodes. She can feel her orgasm building up deep in her belly, though every time she thinks she'll tip over, something happens to push her back from the edge. She half-growls, half-screams in frustration.]

Come ON! ... Please.

[She's practically crying. And, with a soft hiss, the door opens.]

[ The dull hiss doesn't bypass Hei's brain. It clings there in a bright-red imprint, until he blinks, his hazy eyes regaining their mathematical focus. He goes perfectly still, a fly caught in a sticky web, suddenly aware of all the little noises around and inside of him: blood rushing in his ears like a buried river, the hot thrum of Korra's clinging body, their harsh breathing filling the air. ]

[ He doesn't withdraw and roll off her. He stays between her widespread thighs, willing the hard spasms of his encroaching orgasm to subside. His dick hurts, it's so hard; the backed-up spunk doesn't even feel like spunk -- it is like oozing half-liquid jello. He is congested, stymied, seething -- with no thought in his mind but What the hell is that?. ]

[ Breathing raggedly, he nudges his face into Korra's hair, lips to her heat-flushed ear. ]

The door is open.

[Korra lets out a bestial growl of frustration when he stops moving. She's SO CLOSE to the finish line -- she can feel the edges of ecstasy teasing her. She aches for it.

But -- door. Door, and possible freedom. That's the whole reason they're doing this. It would suck if the door closed while they finished.

Two birds one stone --]

Hold on. [She wraps his arms around her neck so she can push herself to her feet and race to the door without unlocking. (G-spot is impressed.)]

[ This girl is certifiably crazy. Also, strong as an ox. Hei's brows begin an incredulous crawl to his hairline as she folds her arms around his neck; by the time she's lurched to her feet, stumbling to the door without disengaging their bodies, he's torn between conflicting imperatives to wrench away and reclaim his space, or stay put and blow his load. ]

[ In the end, he settles on a faint huff of a smile, rueful and too-old-for-this-shit and god-what-else. ]

This isn't -- a good position to deflect attacks.

[ Just sayin'. ]

Do you — honestly think — we're going to be...? [Korra pants as she stumbles through the door and into the waiting elevator, until his back is pressed against the wall. The door shuts and the elevator begins moving up, but Korra doesn't care. She's thrusting her hips, pounding herself, trying to recapture that building pleasure.]

I'm not -- taking chances --

[ Everything is already insane and risky and surreal. Yet as his back collides against the wall, a lifetime of resistance becomes a moment of profound not-caring and he drags the girl in closer, his spine sawing across the cold wall as he lets her ride roughshod over him, into herself. One arm loops around her waist, locking her in place, a crushing constriction. The other wedges between their bodies, his wrist angling, pushing, until he can use two or three fingers to part her vulva and cover her clitoris. Each time she rocks her hips forwards, his dick a thick live wire riding into her tight slickness, she rubs herself on his callused fingertips, while simultaneously feeding herself deep, reverberant thrusts of his cock. ]

[ Panting, Hei worries the girl's throat with his teeth, sounds of ascending violence building and dying in his throat as the need for release crowds inevitably on. Come on. Come on. ]

[The elevator shudders to a halt, and the movement gives Korra just the right stimulation to tumble over the edge. A primal scream rips out of her throat as her body clenches around him and explodes.

That. Was. Amazing. She sags against him. Her limbs all have that post-orgasm-boneless-jelly feeling, which is awfully inconvenient when you're standing. She hopes this next test chamber has a bed she can collapse on.

It's too bad she has her back to the door. Otherwise she'd notice that instead of a test chamber, there's a woman standing there, waiting for them.

This could get awkward.]

[ The girl's body spins tight as a drawn bowstring, clamping down on Hei's cock so fiercely that he gasps. He can feel her trembling crest all the way through him, in his groin, thighs, arms, chest. The climax seems to wrench out of her in an electrified scream, and Hei's own follows with a sharp blossoming, a rose of heat bursting within the head of his cock, its mess arcing like a blood-spatter pattern through his boiling brain. ]

[ She melts against him, a heavy boneless blanket, and for a moment he lets her, scooping in deep, jitter-quelling breaths until the dizziness has faded and the knot of his arms has loosened around her. That's when he realizes the elevator has vibrated to a stop. The doors whoosh open -- and he can see someone standing there. ]

[ Fuck. ]

[ Forcibly, Hei nudges Korra off. He doesn't care if she'll drop flat on her ass or stagger on her jellyfish legs: he needs the unobstructed use of all his limbs. Whoever these people are, they've maneuvered him exactly where they want him. But that doesn't mean he has no defenses left. ]

Hey! [Korra stumbles backwards and falls onto her butt, yelping with pain as the metal edges of her weird underwear dig into her butt.] Watch it, jerk!

[The woman, if Hei looks closely, certainly isn't dressed like a scientist. She's wearing the flimsy, ill-fitting cotton of hospital clothing, and beneath it, if you look carefully, you can see the outline of her own metal underwear.

When she speaks, her voice is rough & deep, and in Japanese.]

Congrats on making it to the living quarters. Before you ask, I don’t know anything more about this place than you do. I’ll show you to some empty rooms.

[Korra stands up, rubbing her butt.] Now hold on a second —

[But the woman is already walking away.]

[ Hei doesn't bother to glance at the disgruntled Korra. In two fast strides, he's trailing after the woman. Not a scientist, by the looks of it, The clothes, the attitude, the expression -- it's all wrong. He stares at the back of her head, at the crown where three months of outgrown hair-dye marks the date of occupation as clearly as a tree ring. Her eyes, from what he can glimpse of them, remind him of a cross between an animal in a zoo, and a prisoner in a concentration camp -- sullen, vacant and opiated from her confinement. ]

[ Threading his pervasive disquiet into a blanket voice of sharpness, he asks, ]

Has someone assigned you to show us around? Or is this just what you do?

HEY! [How dare they ignore her like that?! Korra jumps to her feet and runs after them.] Stop!

[The woman ignores Korra, and barely decides to answer Hei.]

We all take turns. Whoever runs this place is still making repairs. Don’t ask me from what.

[She stops in front of a room.] These two rooms are empty. The caféteria’s down there. The food is shit, but you can eat whenever you want. If you need to go to the bathroom, just push this button. [She pulls up her shirt and points to a small green dot on the metal underwear.] Your junk will be portaled to the waste room. Some sicko will wipe you clean.

[Korra scowls. She's torn between the impulse to start throwing punches until she gets answers, and a deep-seated need to curl up and process everything that's happened. Her head feels foggy, her legs weak, and her insides ache from the pounding.

Yeah. Time to curl up. She goes into one of the rooms and slams the door behind her.]

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mortemscintilla - 2015-05-23 01:17 (UTC) - Expand