Korra X Asami Novels & Stories

That is… until Ashton speaks from behind me. “If there’s going to be any videoing of the sex god,” he says, voice like velvet, “it’ll only be viewed by me… and my goddess.” Total silence. I can’t even turn around to look at him. I know my face is bright red. Kora’s probably the same on the other end of the line. “Well, Sam, it was great talking to you,” Kora says, her voice suddenly an octave higher. “I’ll talk to you soon. Bye!”

Hana kept roasting the guy harshly. Samuel slowly grabbed his wife's arms from behind and stood close to her as if reprimanding her to take it slow. He had a wide smile on his face, trying to reduce the tension in the atmosphere. Ashton chuckled when he saw it. It was undeniable that he actually felt great that Hana did what she did. 'Looks like that one was indeed really Ashley's bestie,' he thought.

Asim says as he grabs my waist and pulls me to him. Asim kisses me hard and unties my robe, pulling it off. He kisses down my neck and I feel Hikaru on the bed behind me pull their clothes off and start running their hands over my curves before kissing my back softly. Asim grabs my breasts and starts sucking one nipple and lightly pinching the other. Hikaru reaches around me untying Asim’s robe before they caress my belly and place their hands over Asim’s on my breasts while they kiss my neck and shoulders. Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me.

Anamika violently yanked Asher towards her and kissed him with her eyes closed. Since that lady’s eyes were paining her and couldn’t see that she was with Asher, Anamika hoped that this action of hers would remind her that Asher was hers. Asher had no idea why his woman was mad. He wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings because he was busy on his phone. Anamika was here for her sister, so he wanted to withdraw to the back stage. Unfortunately, he was too good looking to be ignored by some leech. “Ahem! Your orders are ready.” Cora came in with a tray containing three coffees.

My mother smiled. “A speck of light tore away from the glowing descent and it sank into you— so the Asami killed her husband that day and also failed to direct the moon goddess’s soul into the little Prince. Hence the king who got killed during the Feral mission was no King at all. Asami used whatever dark magic she used to make him look a bit like the former King— a sicker version.” She resolved and I stared at her with tears pouring out of my eyes. I didn’t know why I was emotional but then I couldn’t help it. My mother roamed her gaze now and it landed on me. She saw me shedding tears and she started strolling towards me