Jill gets a reality check

Roughly two hours later, Korra sits in her room. Desperately she meditates, trying to project her spirit into the spirit world in hopes of contacting her friends.

“Dammit!” Korra shouts, her eyes wet with tears as a blanket of defeat grows around her.

“I can’t stay here. This can’t be where my life was heading towards.” Korra mutters to herself.

A knock at the door startles Korra, and she hastily wipes away her tears, attempting to collect herself.

"Leave me alone," she calls out, her voice strained.

The door creaks open, and Angela enters with a tray bearing a glass of water and a sandwich. "I brought you something to eat and drink. You must be famished."

Korra's gaze lingers on the door, her expression that of rage. Her stomach growls, reminding her that she hasn't eaten since her arrival. After a moment's hesitation, she relents. "Put it down over there."

Angela sets the tray on the small desk near the window, then takes a step back, giving Korra space. "Are you ok?”

“Am I ok?” Korra repeats, “Are you fucking kidding me? Am I ok? No, I’m not fucking ok!”

Angela takes a deep breath, her expression a mask of calm. "I understand your anger," Angela says, her voice measured. "You've been stolen from your world; you've had everything you’ve known and loved taken from you. It's natural to feel enraged."

Korra's eyes flash with resentment as she rises from her meditation position. "You think you can understand? You think you can relate to what I'm going through?" Her voice trembles with emotion. "I was the Avatar, Angela. I had a purpose, a life, people who cared about me... and now it's all gone."

Angela's gaze remains steady, though her eyes betray a flicker of empathy. "I may not have been the Avatar, but I do know what it's like to be torn from my world and thrust into this one. I've had to adapt, to find ways to cope with my new reality."

Korra starts pacing, agitated. Her fists clenched at her sides. "You’ve had to adapt? That’s how you put it? Adapt? To what, being a fucking **** for that pervert and his whores!"

Angela's expression turns resolute. "I am not a ****.” Her voice firm, “Despite your reasonable reaction to this situation, make no mistake of that. We are not slaves. Jacob has been very clear that he wants us only to be happy and safe.”

“If that was true then he’d never have bought me!” Korra yells. “He’d never have stolen me away from my life. He’d never let me be so miserable.” Korra’s eyes welling with tears that begin to flow down her cheeks.

Angela's expression softens as Korra's composure crumbles. She takes a cautious step forward, her instincts urging her to offer comfort, but she maintains a respectful distance.

"I know it means little to you," Angela says quietly. "But I’m sorry, Korra. I’m sorry that you’re feeling this way. I’m sorry that I can’t help you get back home. I’m sorry I can’t do anything but feel sorry."

“Fuck you and your apologies.” Korra says venomously. Her body shudders as she succumbs to her emotions, her back against the wall as she slides to the floor. Her silent sobs rack her frame. "Asami... she'll never know what happened to me," she whispers, her voice cracking.

Angela settles onto the floor a short distance away, "Tell me about Asami," she says, her tone gentle.

Korra's gaze narrows, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Why bother? You'll just try to convince me that all this is actually a good thing. You’ll just, twist my words to suit your agenda."

Angela's expression is sincere. "I ask because I want to listen. Because sometimes sharing stories about the people we love can bring us closer to them, even when they're far away."

Korra's arms wrap around her knees, holding herself tightly as she begins to speak. "Asami was... is... an incredible engineer. She had this spark, this energy that could light up a room. And she always knew how to make me laugh, even on my worst days."

Angela's expression is tinged with a mixture of sadness and understanding as she listens to Korra's words. "Asami sounds like an extraordinary person," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Korra's gaze drifts off, lost in memories. "We'd finally found time to be together. We'd never really figured it out until recently," she says, her voice cracking. "Asami's passion for engineering was infectious – she'd spend hours poring over designs and blueprints, and I'd often have to beg her to take a break."

A faint smile flickers on Korra's lips as she recalls the small details of their life together. "She had this air about her. Once second, she was as gentle as a flower. Just, soft and sweet and delicate. Then the second something bad happened she was this hot as shit war woman. Just, a menace in a fight. But it was never her strong suit, fighting. She knew how to use her head. How to think everything through before she acted. It was like she could see the way some fights were about to go before anyone even threw a punch."

As Korra's emotions begin to overwhelm her, Angela smiles warmly, "I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you," she says, her tone soft and empathetic. "Not being able to say goodbye, not knowing when you'll see Asami again... it's a heavy burden to carry."

Korra's eyes well up with tears once more, but she doesn't look away. Instead, she meets Angela's gaze, a glimmer of desperation in her eyes. "Do you think I'll ever see her again?" she asks.

Angela's expression is somber, "I don't know, Korra," she says, her voice honest. "But I do know that holding onto hope can be a powerful thing. And I'm here to listen, to support you in any way I can."

Korra is silent as she analyses the conversation between her and Angela. After a moment, she lightly shakes her head, “I just want to be left alone.”

Angela's expression is understanding as she rises from the floor, her movements economical and calm. "Of course," she says, "Please, eat something. If you need anything else, let me know."

As she reaches the doorway, Angela pauses, her eyes locked on Korra's slumped form. "You're not alone here, Korra," she says, her tone gentle but resolute.

Korra's gaze remains fixed on some distant point beyond the window, her shoulders tense and her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. The silence in the room is oppressive, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Angela steps out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She leans against the wall outside, letting out a quiet sigh. The familiar pressure in her chest reminds her that she needs to attend to her own problems soon, but for now, her mind is focused on Korra's situation.

In the room, Korra listens to Angela's retreating footsteps, waiting until she's sure she's alone before allowing herself to break down, her sobs muffled against her knees. Her sobbing interrupted by one word, “Asami…”

The day passed by without much more drama. Angela sought to her irritated boobs needs, filling 4 bottles with milk before she was comfortably done. Ellie, Jill, and Jacob all taking sweet solace in each other's company, Jill watching passively as Ellie and Jacob played their video games. Her eyes rolling at their dorky behavior.

The night came and went just as fast, the morning sunlight peeking through the windows. Jill was as always, the first to wake.

As she rose from the bed, she takes care not to disturb Ellie and Jacob, who slumber peacefully beside her. The morning air carries a refreshing crispness that invigorates her senses. She pads silently across the house to her room, retrieving her workout attire.

The house is quiet, except for the gentle hum of the air conditioning. Jill's footsteps are soundless as she moves through the hallway.

Jill continues toward the living room, noticing that Angela's door is slightly ajar. She catches a glimpse of Angela sleeping fitfully, her chest visibly swollen beneath her nightshirt. Jill's expression turns sympathetic, aware of the discomfort Angela must be experiencing.

The living room is bathed in the warm, golden light of dawn, which streams through the windows. Jill begins her morning stretching routine, focusing on loosening her muscles in preparation for her workout.

As she stretches, Jill makes out a faint sob emanating down the hallway. She freezes; her head cocked slightly toward Korra's room. The muffled whimpering grows louder, unmistakable in its despair.

Jill's expression turns contemplative as she weighs her options. Given the tension between them, she suspects Korra might not appreciate her presence. Yet, the anguish in those sobs resonates deeply, stirring memories of her own tumultuous early days in this reality.

As she stands there, lost in thought, the soft creak of a door interrupts her thoughts. Angela emerges from her room, looking somewhat disheveled and uncomfortable. Her shirt is damp around her chest, and she moves with deliberate care.

"Morning," Jill says softly, mindful of the others still sleeping. "Tough night?"

Angela nods, wincing as she adjusts her shirt. "No more than usual, damn things." she sighs, gesturing to her boobs. Her gaze drifting toward Korra's room as another sorrowful sound reaches them. "Korra's been up all night."

Jill's arms fold across her chest, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leans against the wall, her attention focused on the door to Korra's room.

“She bother you at all?” Jill asks.

“Bother me?” Angela gawks at Jill, “My lord Jill, have you no sympathy? She is no bother to me. She’s suffering. From your actions let’s be clear. So no, she did not bother me.” Angela's words hang in the air, her gaze piercing as she awaits Jill's response.

Jill's jaw clenches, her muscles tensing in a visible display of restraint. She takes a deliberate step forward, her eyes locked on Angela's. "I wasn't the one who started it." she says, her tone measured.

Angela's expression remains unyielding. "Perhaps not, but your outburst yesterday only served to exacerbate the situation. Korra needed empathy, not hostility."

As if on cue, another sorrowful sound emanates from Korra's room, drawing both women's attention to the closed door. Jill's expression falters, her shoulders sagging beneath the weight of her own regret.

"I know I mishandled the situation," Jill admits, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. "But I've walked in her shoes. We all have. Sometimes the truth, no matter how brutal, is necessary."

Angela's gaze drifts toward the kitchen, her movements economical as she begins preparing the breast pump. "What Korra needed was time – time to process, time to adjust. Not everyone navigates trauma with the same ferocity you did, Jill."

Jill trails Angela into the kitchen, her eyes fixed on the doctor's hands as she sets up the pump. "And how exactly did I navigate it?" she asks, a hint of challenge creeping into her voice.

Angela's response is succinct. "By ignoring it. Despite the fact that it certainly left its mark on you, you dealt with your feelings to being bought by Jacob by simply ignoring the despair and anger.”

“Oh yeah, you gather all that from your 2 days of knowing me?” Jill challenges. “Your expert opinion of some shit?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Angela nods. “I know you; the internet gives a great insight on your character profile. I know how you handle trauma. You compartmentalize, rationalize, and adapt. You saw the situation we are all in, bought and sold from our worlds to one we know nothing about. To be means of entertainment and companionship for Jacob. Regardless of his kind approach to us, we are his property mind you.”

“So what, I just ignored it? That’s what you think I did?” Jill's voice taking a defensive tone.

“In a simplistic manner, yes.” Angela says. “You saw the situation for what it was, realized you couldn’t fight it, so you went into it headfirst. Maybe you’d have put up more resistance had Ellie not gone out of her way to give you a mod that made you addicted to eating her pussy.” Angela's words hang in the air, her gaze piercing as she awaits Jill's response.

Jill's expression twists in a mixture of annoyance and defensiveness. "You're simplifying a complex situation," she says, her voice lacking any real impact.

Angela's eyebrow arches, her tone unwavering. "Am I? Or am I merely stating the obvious? Your behavior is driven by a desire for Jacob’s affection, that in turn is driven by your desire for Ellie's affection, and that desire is fueled by the mod."

Jill's arms fold across her chest, her eyes narrowing slightly as she leans against the counter. "That's ridiculous. Even if that were the case, that's not the point. The point is that I've been in Korra's shoes, and I know what it's like to feel lost and scared. She just needs to get over it.”

Angela's smiles, “And there lies my point proven. You just got over it. But that’s not how Korra copes. She needs time, patience, compassion, and when she’s ready, purpose. What she doesn’t need is to be insulted and pressured.” Angela's words seem to strike a chord within Jill, her expression faltering as a glimmer of understanding surfaces.

Jill's gaze drifts toward the floor, her shoulders sagging as she sighs heavily, "I didn't mean to upset her," she admits

Angela's features soften, her eyes filled with empathy. "I know that, Jill. And I’m sure in time she’ll understand that. Believe you me, I think if anyone in this house would understand her it would be you. You just need to be patient with her."

Jill looks to Angela, a sincere expression on her face, "I'll make it up to her," she says, her tone firm.

Angela nods, “I’m sure. But, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of this.” Angela gestures once more to her tits, her nipples soaked with milk.

Jill nods at Angela as Angela takes her leave. Her eyes automatically drawn to Angela’s juicy ass as Angela walked away. Immediate shame rising in her chest as she realizes her shameless act.

Determined, Jill begins her workout. More intense than usual as in a way is trying to punish herself for her rude behavior towards Angela and Korra.

Meanwhile, Angela retreats to the seclusion of her room, her thoughts still lingering on the conversation with Jill. A small, knowing smile plays on her lips as she reflects on Jill's forthright nature. It's a trait Angela has come to appreciate, despite its rough edges. She moves to her makeshift milking station; the soothing hum of the breast pump a familiar sound as she prepares to alleviate the discomfort in her chest.

In Jacob’s bedroom, Ellie stirs from her slumber, the sound of Jill's intense workout piercing the air and pulling her from her dreams. She rubs her eyes, glancing at the clock before throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. She pads softly over to the door and opens it a crack, watching as Jill does her burpees.

Ellie's gaze lingers on Jill's physique, her eyes tracing the curves of her muscles. A familiar flutter stirs in her chest, a spark of arousal that's become a constant companion whenever she looks at Jill.

Ellie leans against the doorframe, transfixed by Jill's dynamic movements. The definition in Jill's arms, the flex of her abs, and the power in her legs are all on full display as she tackles another set of burpees. Sweat glistens on Jill's skin, her sports bra and shorts clinging to her body as she pushes herself to the limit.

"You're really going all out this morning," Ellie observes softly, stepping out into the hallway.

Jill freezes, looking up at Ellie with a mix of surprise and self-reproach. "Sorry if I woke you," she says, her chest heaving with exertion.

Ellie moves closer, her eyes locked on Jill's. "Don’t be. You seem... driven. What's going on?"

Jill drops to the floor, sitting cross-legged as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. "Angela just gave me a reality check. I wasn't exactly kind to Korra."

Ellie sits down beside her, their shoulders touching. "You weren't," she agrees, her tone gentle. "But recognizing that is a big step. You can learn from it."

Jill's gaze drifts downward, her voice laced with regret. "I just feel like I messed up. Angela pointed out some hard truths, and I need to make things right."

“Hey,” Ellie takes Jill’s cheek in her hand, “Don’t be hard on yourself, ok? It was a mistake, in a heated moment. Don’t let it eat away at you.”

Jill thinks to Angela’s words, about how Jill is best at ignoring difficult situations if she can’t beat them into submission. She shakes her head at Ellie, “No, I can’t just let it sit. I have to be better than that. When Korra’s more settled, I will make a better effort to help her get comfortable.”

Ellie smiles lovingly at Jill, “God you’re just perfect, aren’t you? Hot as hell and you have a heart. Perfect package.”

“Oh, shut up.” Jill laughs, playfully shoving Ellie's shoulder. "I'm a mess right now."

Ellie's gaze lingers on Jill's glistening body, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're a mess, all right. A hot, sweaty mess."

Jill's cheeks flush as Ellie leans in, her lips grazing Jill's lips tenderly. The air is charged with tension as Ellie's hand slides up Jill's thigh, sending shivers down her spine.

Just as it seems like Ellie is about to take things further, they hear movement from Jacob's room. He emerges, rubbing sleep from his eyes, wearing just his boxers. "Morning," he mumbles, taking in the sight of them on the floor.

The atmosphere shifts as Jacob's presence draws their attention. "Morning," they reply in unison, their gazes drifting to his muscular frame.

Jacob leans against the wall, watching them with growing interest. "You've been pushing yourself hard," he notes, his eyes locked on Jill's sweaty form. "Everything okay?"

Jill's expression turns thoughtful, her mind still reeling from the conversation. "Yeah, everything’s fine," she says, her voice measured. "I just needed to clear my head."

Jacob nods, “Alright then, glad to hear.”

Jacob steps towards the girls, leaning over as he places a gentle kiss on each of their lips. As he pulls away, he says, “I’m gonna take a shower then I need to head out for a bit. Some business nonsense. You guys gonna be ok for a few hours without me?”

Ellie’s hand trails higher up Jill’s thigh, Jill blushing at the sensation, “Oh yeah, we’ll be fine.”

Jacob's eyes linger on Ellie's wandering hand, "I can see that," he says, a knowing smirk crossing his face. "Try not to get too carried away while I'm gone."

Ellie's fingers now tracing circles on Jill's inner thigh, sending a thrill through her body. "No promises," she teases, her voice low and sultry.

Jacob shakes his head with a chuckle and heads to the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting fills the hallway, mingling with Jill's quickening breath.

Ellie leans in closer, her lips brushing against Jill's ear. "You're so sweaty.”

Jill blushes, “Sorry.”

Ellie’s face presses in the crook of Jill’s neck. Ellie inhales the scent of Jill’s body, her pussy growing wet at Jill’s musk. “Don’t be, I like it.” As she speaks, her tongue darts out, tracing a path along Jill’s neck. The gentle touch sends shivers down Jill’s spine, and her hands instinctively find Ellie’s waist, pulling her closer.

Ellie’s fingers dance across Jill’s toned abs, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “You’re intoxicating when you’re like this,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire.

Jill’s breath catches as Ellie’s fingers brush against her sports bra. “We should probably find a more comfortable spot,” she suggests, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ellie’s eyes sparkle with amusement as she stands up, offering her hand to Jill. As she rises, Ellie pulls her close, their bodies pressing together. “Where do you want to go?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.

Just as Jill is about to respond, Angela’s door opens, and she emerges, heading towards the kitchen with several bottles of milk. She gives them a knowing look but says nothing as she passes by.

Jill’s cheeks flush as she whispers, “Your room?”

Ellie’s eyes sparkle with amusement as she takes Jill’s hand, leading her down the hallway. The sound of the shower still echoes from the bathroom, accompanied by Jacob’s gentle humming.

As they enter Ellie’s room, she closes the door behind them, and her eyes lock onto Jill’s. The air is charged with anticipation as Ellie pushes Jill against the door, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Ellie’s hands explore Jill’s body, tracing the curves of her muscles.

The salty taste of Jill’s skin only intensifies Ellie’s desire. "God you're so fucking hot," Ellie whispers, her fingers slipping under Jill’s sports bra. Jill’s nipples harden at the touch, and she lets out a soft moan.

Jill’s hands find their way to Ellie’s waist, pulling their bodies closer together. She feels the warmth of Ellie’s skin as her hand finds its way to Ellie's crotch. "You're not wearing anything under your shorts," Jill gasps.

Ellie grins mischievously. "Angela said I needed to look presentable for Korra, she said nothing about wearing underwear.”

Ellie's words are still hanging in the air as Jill's hands slide down to cup the curves of Ellie's ass, the thin fabric of her shorts offering little resistance. Her fingers tease at the hem, tracing the edge of the exposed flesh.

Ellie's hands move to peel away Jill's sports bra, the sweat-dampened fabric clinging to her skin before finally giving way.

As the cool air hits her exposed skin, Jill shivers, her nipples so hard they could cut glass. Ellie's mouth finds one of the hardened peaks, her tongue swirling around it in a gentle caress. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through Jill's body, her head falling back against the door.

Jill's fingers tangle in Ellie's hair, holding her close as she gasps in pleasure. The sound is barely audible, but Ellie's response is immediate. Her free hand slides down Jill's toned stomach, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her workout shorts to explore Jill's slick folds beneath.

Jill moans at Ellie's touch, her body shuttering under Ellie's onslaught. Ellie's eyes lock onto Jill's, the spark of desire between them growing brighter with every passing moment.

“Wait,” Jill pants, grabbing Ellie’s wrist. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste you.”

Ellie giggles, “Someone need their fix?” Jill's eyes burn with desire as she spins them around, pinning Ellie against the door. Her hands slide down to Ellie's shorts, tugging them down her legs in a swift motion.

As Ellie steps out of her shorts, Jill drops to her knees, her gaze fixed on the exposed flesh. The scent of Ellie's arousal wafts up, and Jill's mouth waters in anticipation. She leans forward, inhaling deeply, savoring the heady aroma.

Ellie's eyes flutter closed as Jill's tongue makes contact, sending a shiver down her spine. "God, that feels incredible," she gasps, her fingers tangling in Jill's hair.

Jill's hands grip Ellie's thighs, spreading them wider as she delves deeper. Her tongue dances across Ellie's sensitive skin, exploring every fold and crevice. The vibrations of her moans make Ellie's hips buck, her body arching against the door.

As Jill's tongue circles Ellie's clit, her body tenses, poised on the brink of release. "Jill, oh God," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Jill's response is to increase the pressure, her tongue moving in a relentless rhythm. Ellie's body begins to shudder, her orgasm rippling through her in waves.

A silent scream calls out from Ellie’s throat. Nearly a whole minute of Ellie’s orgasm perpetuated by Jill’s talented tongue. Finally, as a gasp of air once more fills her lungs, Ellie speaks, “Woah Nelly!”

Jill pulls back, a self-satisfied smile spreading across her face as she savors the lingering taste of Ellie's arousal. Her eyes gleam with desire, and she wipes the sheen from her chin with the back of her hand. "God, you taste like fucking candy," she whispers, her voice husky with longing.

Ellie's legs still tremble as she slides down the door to join Jill on the floor. She giggles weakly at Jill’s compliment, “Thanks. Give me a second,” she pants, running her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Then I'll make sure you're just as breathless."

Jill's eyes sparkle with amusement. "No need to rush," she replies, leaning in to claim Ellie's lips in a deep, sensual kiss. The taste of herself on Jill's tongue sends a shiver down Ellie's spine, and she moans softly into the kiss.

As they break apart for air, Ellie's hands begin to roam over Jill's body, tracing the familiar contours of her skin. Her fingers finding Jill’s waistband and greedily pulling them down.

“Fuck I love this ass.” Ellie groans as she kneads Jill’s buttcheeks. “I just want to play with it all day.”

Jill moans softly as Ellie's fingers dig into her flesh, her body pressing back against the touch. "Then why don't you?" she purrs, turning around to give Ellie better access.

Ellie's hands eagerly explore Jill's firm ass, tracing every curve and dimple with a gentle reverence. She leans forward, planting soft kisses along Jill's spine as her fingers continue their sensual massage. Ellie's fingers slide through the crack of Jill’s ass. Jill’s butthole puckering at her touch. “Get on the bed. On your stomach!”

Jill’s giggles as she crawls onto the bed, her body stretching out in a fluid motion. Ellie’s eyes are drawn to the curve of Jill’s ass, her hands instinctively reaching out to caress the firm flesh.

As she leans down to plant soft kisses along Jill’s ass, Ellie spreads Jill’s cheeks apart, her tongue darting out to circle the tight hole. Jill’s hips lift slightly off the bed, a low moan muffled by a pillow.

Ellie’s oral exploration becomes more insistent, her tongue probing gently as her fingers slide between Jill’s legs. She finds Jill’s wetness and teases, “You’re already so wet for me.” Two fingers slide inside, curling upward to find the sensitive spot that makes Jill’s body tremble.

Jill’s words dissolve into incoherent moans as Ellie increases her pace, her tongue and fingers working in tandem. Ellie’s free hand reaches around to rub Jill’s clit, the added sensation sending Jill’s body into overdrive.

As Jill’s pleasure builds, Ellie’s touch becomes more confident, her fingers and tongue moving in perfect sync. Jill’s body arches off the bed, her hips bucking wildly as she chases the release that’s just out of reach. Ellie’s hands and mouth are relentless, pushing Jill closer and closer to the edge.

The taste and smell of Jill’s asshole enraptures Ellie, her head swimming with lust. Obsessively, Ellie digs her fingers as deep as they’ll go inside Jill’s cunt. Her other hand pinching Jill’s clit.

Jill's body explodes into a frenzy of pleasure. Her hips buck wildly, her back arching off the bed as the pressure in her pussy climbs to its limit.

And then, in an instant, Jill's body is consumed by a wave of pleasure, her muscles contracting in a fierce, delicious spasm. She cries out loudly as Ellie's fingers and tongue continue to dance across her ass and pussy.

As the wave of pleasure recedes, Jill's body relaxes, her muscles going limp as she collapses onto the bed. Ellie's hands and tongue slow, her touch gentle and soothing as she coaxes Jill back down to earth.

The room is silent, the only sound the soft rustle of sheets and the gentle hum of pleasure that still emanates from Jill's body.

Ellie pulls herself away from Jill’s sensitive bottom and lays down beside her. Their eyes lock in a passionate gaze. "I love you," Ellie whispers, her voice barely audible.

Jill's eyes flutter open, her gaze locking onto Ellie's. "I love you too," she replies, her voice soft and husky.

As they lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world seems to fade away from them.

Neither girl aware that the door to the bedroom was cracked open. With Korra watching on...