Korra is Here!

Some time has passed since Angela finally got her breast pump. The house has settled into a gentle cadence. Ellie and Jacob sit in the living room, continuing their binge watching of Attack on Titan. Jill is in her room, playing Elden Ring on Jacob’s save file without him knowing. And Angela studies in her room, researching Korra diligently.

The doorbell rings out, and Jacob and Ellie look at each other excitedly. “Oh, shit she’s here!” Ellie shouts with glee.

As the doorbell rings out, Jill hastily exits her room, her enthusiasm causing her to stumble, her shoulder bouncing off the wall with reckless abandon, “Is that Korra?" she asks, hurrying down the hallway.

Jacob gets up from the couch, his anticipation palpable. "Angela, she's arrived!" he announces, loud enough for her to hear through her door.

Angela's door opens, and she steps into the hallway, adjusting her attire and smoothing her blonde hair. "Let's proceed with caution," she advises, her tone firm but measured. "We've discussed the importance of a thoughtful approach."

Jacob nods and heads toward the front door, but Ellie has already beaten him to it, her excitement evident in her bouncing stance. However, Angela's voice halts her progress.

"Hold on," Angela says, exuding a sense of calm authority. "Before we go any further, you will go put some clothes on.” Angela points accusingly at Ellie’s bare bottom.

“What? Why?” Jill complains.

“Because I expect Korra to have a great deal of difficulty adjusting to her situation. I don’t need the shock of you two and your reckless, lustful behavior. So, until Korra has settled in, I want Ellie to wear some fucking clothes and for the two of you to keep your perverse actions to a minimum. Got it?” Angela’s voice firm and dominant.

Ellie's shoulders droop in defeat as she trudges back to her room, Jill watching her go with a mix of disappointment and understanding.

Angela's expression remains firm but calm. "Let's proceed with greeting our guest," she says, turning to Jacob.

Jacob takes a deep breath, his hand hovering over the door handle. The doorbell rings again, this time with a sense of urgency. "On my way," he calls out, opening the door to reveal a delivery drone hovering at eye level. A sleek stasis pod is suspended beneath it, containing their eagerly anticipated arrival.

The drone's automated voice begins to speak: "Delivery for Jacob Washington. Contents: one character, Avatar Korra. Please confirm receipt."

Jacob quickly signs the digital pad, and the drone gently lowers the pod onto the porch. With a final chirp, it zooms off into the sky.

Jill steps forward, offering to help Jacob carry the pod inside. Together, they carefully lift it and set it down on the living room carpet.

Ellie returns, now dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She seeks Angela's approval, who nods, seemingly satisfied with Ellie's attire.

The group gathers around the stasis pod, their eyes fixed on its smooth surface as they await the next step in welcoming Korra into their home.

“Ok, now leave us.” Angela orders.

“What? Why?” Jill asks again, frustrated at Angela’s rude attitude.

“Because I don’t want her to feel threatened or pressured. One on one interaction is best for helping someone in her situation to adjust to rapid change.” Angela answers calmly. Jill prepares to argue before Angela cuts her off, “I understand all of you wish to meet her, the excitement these past few days in anticipating her arrival must’ve been great. But please, let me make sure Korra is comfortable before you **** her with your obsessive and perverse attitude.”

Jacob intervenes, his hand on Jill's shoulder, his voice calm and reassuring. "Let's give them some space. We can wait in the kitchen."

Jill's frustration is palpable, but she relents, following Jacob out of the room. Ellie trails behind, her curiosity getting the better of her as she sneaks one last glance at the stasis pod before disappearing into the kitchen.

With the room empty, Angela kneels beside the pod, her fingers deftly finding the release mechanism. The pod's cover slides open with a soft hiss, revealing Korra's **** form. The Avatar's dark skin stands out against the pod's white interior, her athletic build evident even in repose. Her short hair frames her face, and her simple blue garments seem almost austere.

Angela checks the pod's display, verifying Korra's vital signs. Satisfied with the readings, she gently touches Korra's shoulder. "Korra, can you hear me?" she asks, her voice soft and measured.

Korra's eyes flicker open, confusion etched on her face as she struggles to adjust to her surroundings. Her blue eyes blink several times, slowly focusing on Angela's face. "Where..." Korra's voice is rough from disuse, her words trailing off into uncertainty.

“Easy now, take it slow. I know it’s difficult at first. Like learning how to do everything again.” Angela speaks softly, stepping back and taking on a passive demeanor.

“Where am I?” Korra groans as she sits up, her body feeling heavy. Suddenly she understands that she doesn’t know where she is, or who she’s talking to. Angela observes Korra's body language, noticing the tension in her muscles as she prepares to react. With a submissive raising of her hands, Angela steps back at a safe distance.

"I'm Angela Ziegler," she introduces herself, her voice soothing. "You're safe, no one means you any harm. I understand that you must be feeling overwhelmed and frightened."

Korra's gaze sweeps the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her fists clench, and a slight shiver runs through her body. "What's happening? Where am I? Where’s Asami? Tenzin? Huh, talk!” Korra attempts to ignite her fist in a ball of fire to be more threatening, but her bending doesn’t work. Her face drops in horror, “What did you do to me?”

Angela's expression remains calm and empathetic. "Please, Korra, try to stay calm. I'm here to help you understand what's happening. Your bending abilities won't work in this reality."

Korra's eyes widen, panic setting in. She scrambles out of the pod, stumbling slightly as her legs adjust to supporting her weight. "What do you mean 'this reality'? Am I in the spirit world? What kind of dark magic is this?"

Angela takes a cautious step forward, her hands held out in a calming gesture. "This isn't the spirit world, Korra. You've been brought to a different reality. I know it sounds impossible, but-"

Korra's face contorts in denial. "No, this isn't real. This is another trick. Like with Zaheer. Or Vaatu."

In the kitchen, Jill, Ellie, and Jacob can hear the commotion. Jill starts to move toward the living room, but Jacob gently grabs her arm, shaking his head. "Let Angela handle this," he whispers.

Back in the living room, Angela slowly approaches Korra, her movements deliberate and non-threatening. "Korra, I know this is a lot to take in. But I'm here to help you. You're safe now."

Korra looks at Angela, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. "Where's Asami? Tenzin? My friends?" she asks, her voice full of terror.

Angela's expression turns sympathetic. "I'll explain everything to you, Korra. But first, I need you to take a deep breath. Can you trust me to help you?"

Korra's gaze lingers on Angela as she inhales and exhales forcefully. "Everything feels... off," she admits, her voice laced with unease. "Like I'm not fully connected to my body."

Angela's expression is understanding. "That's a common side effect of stasis. Your body needs time to recalibrate. Would you like to sit somewhere more comfortable while we talk?"

Korra's eyes flicker to the couch, then back to Angela, her suspicion still evident. "I want answers," she says curtly. "Start talking.”

Angela sighs and goes to sit on the couch, Korra remains standing as she waits for her answers.

“Korra, what I am about to tell you is going to be a shock to hear. In every way, your mind will argue that it’s a lie, or an illusion. But please, let me explain fully the situation before you say anything else, ok?” Angela speaks calmly and clearly, her eyes never leaving Korra’s.

“Talk. Now.” Korra grunts.

Angela explains everything to Korra. The company RealDreams. How Korra was purchased from her world and brought to this one to be sold as property. How Angela too is from a different world. Angela explains Jacob, and the other girls he’s bought. Angela explains why Jacob has done what he’s done, how kindly he treats the girls he’s bought. When she’s finished talking, Korra can’t close her mouth she’s so stricken with shock.

“You can’t be serious.” Korra’s voice hollow and awestruck. “I was bought and sold by some guy in an alternate reality and now here I am? Just like that? Like, that doesn’t make any sense. Even if I did believe you, how could that even be possible?” Korra’s voice trails off, her mind reeling from the revelation.

Angela leans forward; her hands clasped together in a gentle gesture. "The technology in this world is far more advanced than anything we could have imagined. Here, they’ve discovered the key to interdimensional travel, and they use that technology to acquire individuals and objects from other realities."

Korra's agitation grows, her footsteps echoing through the room as she paces back and forth. "So, I'm supposed to accept that my entire existence has been a joke? Just, just a story for other’s amusement? That everything I suffered through was for nothing?"

Angela's expression is sympathetic. "No Korra, that’s not what I’m saying. I like to see it as we are both from a world full of chaos and pain. We have both suffered unnecessarily and here, we can finally have peace. Jacob, the man who bought us, has shown himself to be very kind. He doesn’t treat us as slaves. But as people, people who have suffered and deserve a better life.”

“Bullshit.” Korra snaps. “Where is he then, huh? This, great hero who ripped me from my life to be his fucking ****!”

Angela's expression remains calm, though a flicker of concern dances in her eyes as Korra's anger escalates. "He's in the kitchen with the others. I thought it best to have me speak with you first, to help you grasp the situation."

Korra's sarcasm is biting. "Oh, so he's just waiting for you to placate me before he comes to collect his new toy huh? Get him in here, now!”

Angela rises from the couch, her movements deliberate. She assesses Korra's tense posture, the way she's coiled and ready to strike. "Alright," Angela says cautiously. "But please, keep in mind what I've told you. No one here intends to harm you."

In the kitchen, Jacob, Ellie, and Jill can hear the rising tension in Korra's voice. Jacob's hand drifts to his hair, his fingers raking through it in a nervous gesture.

Angela’s voice calls out to the trio from the living room, “You guys can come out now.”

Jacob takes a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Jill and Ellie. "Here we go," he says quietly, his tone steady despite his apprehension. They move from the kitchen to the living room, Jacob leading the way. As they enter, Korra's gaze fixes on Jacob, her muscles coiling like a spring. Her athletic build and fierce expression make her presence feel larger than life.

"So, you're the one responsible for bringing me here?" Korra's voice is laced with venom, her anger simmering just below the surface. "The one who thinks he can just acquire people like property?"

Jacob raises his hands in a calming gesture. "I know this is a lot to take in, Korra. But I assure you, my intentions are not to harm or exploit you."

Korra's response is instantaneous. She launches herself at Jacob, her fist hurtles toward Jacob's face. The punch connects with his jaw, a loud crack filling the air.

Jacob immediately hits the ground. Jill rushes forward and prepares to fight Korra before Ellie grabs her and holds her back. Angela steps between the two girls, trying to de-escalate the situation.

“Everyone calm down!” Jacob shouts out, the room falling silent as he picks himself up off the floor. He clutches his jaw as he speaks, “Fuck man, every time.”

“Let me at her!” Jill begs Jacob, “I’ll teach this bitch to hit you!”

“Easy.” Jacob puts a hand on Jill’s shoulder, “Don’t forget, you and Ellie both did the same thing when you got here.”

Jill takes a deep breath before she calms down, Ellie pulling her into a protective embrace. Jacob looks to Korra, whose expression is one of amusement and rage.

“So, got a good hit in there. I assume you want to do that again?” Jacob asks Korra.

“I want to do more than that, jerk.” Korra huffs. “Why the fuck did you bring me here? Don’t you have enough sluts to play with?” Korea looks between Angela and her massive tits to Jill and Ellie.

Jacob's expression turns stern, his eyes flashing with a hint of irritation. "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from insulting the others. They're not here to be disrespected."

Korra's response drips with sarcasm, "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. What's the penalty for hurting your feelings, then? A slap on the wrist, or a trip to the auction block?"

Angela intervenes, her voice firm but laced with empathy. "Korra, that's enough. Look at Jacob. He's not retaliating, despite the fact that you hit him. That should tell you something about his intentions."

Korra's gaze lingers on Jacob, her eyes narrowing as she assesses him. Her fists remain clenched, but her posture relaxes ever so slightly.

"Explain yourself, then," she demands, her voice still laced with hostility. "Why did you bring me here?"

Jacob takes a deep breath, his expression softening. "We brought you here because you deserved a chance to escape the pain and trauma of your world. We want to help you heal, to find some measure of peace."

Korra's laughter is harsh, mocking. "Healing? With your pet shrink over there?" She jerks her head toward Angela, her eyes flashing with skepticism.

Angela's expression remains calm, but a hint of steel creeps into her voice. "I'm a trained medical professional, Korra. I'm here to help you work through your trauma, if you're willing to let me. I'm not anyone's 'pet' or ‘slut’."

Ellie speaks up from where she's still holding Jill, her voice gentle. "We're all here to help you, Korra. We've been where you are, and we know how hard it is to trust. But we're willing to earn that trust, if you'll give us the chance."

“Oh, enough with the altruistic bullshit. Why did you really buy me?” Korra demands.

“We bought you, because we could.” Jill snaps. “We bought you because just like the rest of us, you are nothing but a figment of someone’s imagination brought to life on a tv screen. And because we could buy you, we did. Because we thought, ‘Oh Korra, yeah, she’s a cool character. I’d like to get to know her. Better yet, cause her life sucks so much she might really be grateful to be here!’.” Jill’s voice full of hostility.

“Jill! Enough, leave now!” Jacob yells at Jill.

Jill says nothing, starring daggers at Korra as she leaves the room. Korra stares back with equal aggression. But deep down, Jill’s words struck a nerve.

Ellie releases a heavy sigh and looks apologetically at Jacob before following after Jill. The air is thick with tension, but Korra's aggressive stance has shifted, her gaze now fixed on the doorway where Jill disappeared.

"You're telling me I'm just a fictional character, a creation for people's amusement," Korra says, her voice laced with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "That my existence is nothing more than to be entertainment.”

Jacob rubs his jaw, wincing slightly. "I won't deny that's how you were created," he says, "but that doesn't define your worth or your existence now. You're here, and you're alive."

Angela steps closer, her voice gentle but firm. "You are from a fictional world, but you are not a fiction. Not here. You are real. Your memories are real to you. Everything you've experienced. Every horror you've overcome, they were real. And here, in this world, in this house, you can finally have a chance at a peaceful and safe life."

Korra scoffs, “I never asked for a safe and peaceful life. I just want to go home.” Tears begin to well in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Korra, but I can’t.” Jacob says softly, “the process of bringing you to this world is a one-way ticket.”

Korra's legs buckle, and she collapses to the floor, overcome by the weight of her reality. Angela instinctively reaches out to comfort her, but Korra raises a trembling hand, halting her approach.

The room falls silent, with only Korra's ragged breathing breaking the stillness. Jacob takes a step back, his eyes locked on Korra's distraught form, while Angela remains frozen, her hand still outstretched.

As the moments tick by, Korra's sobs gradually subside, replaced by a despairing whisper. "Everything I fought for... Republic City, the Spirit World, my friends... Asami..." The last name hangs in the air, a poignant reminder of all she's lost.

Angela slowly lowers herself to the floor, maintaining a respectful distance from Korra. "You're not alone in this," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Each of us has walked a similar path. We've all been brought here from different worlds, different lives. It's hard at first, but you have a chance to be happy here."

Korra's eyes dry, her gaze intensifying as she regards Angela. "What if I refuse that chance?" she asks, her voice laced with a mix of anguish and defiance. "What if I just want to despise all of you for what you've done?"

Jacob's expression remains calm, though his eyes betray a hint of concern. "Then direct that anger at me," he suggests. "You have every right to hate me. I don't blame you if you choose to feel that way. But consider allowing Angela to guide you through this transition. There are aspects of this world you need to understand in order to navigate it safely."

Korra's curiosity gets the better of her, and she asks, "Like what?"

Angela's voice is soft and measured. "For instance, your elemental abilities won't function here. For the safety of everyone, they’ve been blocked by this world’s technology."

As Angela speaks, Korra attempts to summon the elements, trying to call forth a flame, then water, and finally earth. When nothing happens, a low, despairing curse escapes her lips as she buries her face in her hands. The sound is a stark expression of her frustration and despair.

Jacob takes a cautious step forward, but Angela stops him, “Jacob, please. Korra, I believe you’re pretty clear on wanting time to process all this. If you wish, I can show you the room we’ve prepared for you. You can have your time to think.”

Angela's words hang in the air as Korra's gaze lingers on the floor, her shoulders tense. After a moment, she nods curtly, her voice hoarse. "Fine."

Angela sighs, a sigh of the considerable stress she's feeling, "Follow me," she says, her voice gentle, as she gestures toward the hallway. She catches Jacob's eye, her expression a subtle warning to stay behind.

As they walk, Korra's gaze darts around, drinking in her surroundings. The modern décor is a far cry from the traditional architecture of Republic City. Her fingers trail along the wall, feeling the unfamiliar texture of the paint. The soft murmur of the air conditioning and the faint scent of fresh flowers envelop her, a jarring contrast to the bustling streets of her hometown.

Angela stops at a door near the end of the hall, pushing it open to reveal a spacious bedroom. The room is a soothing oasis, decorated in soft blues and whites. "We tried to make it comfortable for you," Angela explains, her voice low.

Korra steps inside, her expression inscrutable. The room is a haven, with a large bed, a desk, a comfortable chair, and a private bathroom. A small meditation area in the corner beckons, complete with cushions and a low table. "The bathroom is through there," Angela says, pointing to a door. "You'll find fresh towels and toiletries if you'd like to clean up."

Korra's eyes wander, taking in every detail of the room. For a moment, she forgets about her anger and her fear, her gaze lingering on the meditation area.

“I’ll leave you to yourself. When you’re ready, please don’t hesitate to seek me out. I’m more than happy to help you.” Angela says warmly.

Korra's gaze lingers on the meditation area, her expression a complex mix of emotions. When she finally turns to Angela, her voice is rough and laced with a deep-seated vulnerability. "Just... give me some space, okay?"

Angela's sympathetic nod is accompanied by a gentle smile. "Take all the time you need," she says softly, before stepping back into the hallway and closing the door with a quiet click.

The moment the door shuts, Korra's fragile composure shatters. She stumbles to the bed, her body wracked with silent, convulsive sobs. Her fingers dig deep into the comforter, the soft fabric a meager comfort against the turmoil brewing inside. The weight of her circumstances threatens to crush her, every loss and separation a fresh wound.

As she rolls onto her back, the unfamiliar ceiling blurs above her, a kaleidoscope of tears and anguish. The air conditioning's steady hum is a jarring reminder of her displacement, a constant echo of everything she's left behind. Her chest heaves with ragged gasps, each breath a struggle to reconcile her shattered world.

Back to Jacob and Angela, Angela approaches him with a look of relief, “Well, that certainly was as bad as I expected.”

“Can’t say I blame her for any of that.” Jacob rubs his jaw ruefully.

“Yes, if anyone’s to blame it’s you.” Angela sighs, “And Jill, that girl really was just gas on the fire.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about her. I’ll have a serious talk with her.” Jacob says.

Angela's expression softens as she examines Jacob's jaw, her fingers gently probing the area where Korra's fist connected. Jacob winces slightly but doesn't pull away from her touch.

"It's not too bad," he says, though his voice is laced with a hint of discomfort.

Angela's eyes narrow slightly. "I'll get you some ice, just in case." She moves toward the kitchen, her footsteps quiet on the hardwood floor. "We should discuss our next steps while I'm at it."

The muffled sounds of Korra's sobs drift down the hall, and Jacob's face falls, guilt etched on his features. "Maybe we've made things worse," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Angela retrieves an ice pack from the freezer and wraps it in a clean dish towel. "Hard to say," she says, firmly pressing the pack against Jacob's jaw. "Time will tell if you made the right decision buying her."

Jacob takes the ice pack, adjusting it slightly to ease the discomfort. "I should probably check on Jill and Ellie," he says, glancing toward their room. "Make sure Jill's calmed down after her outburst."

Angela leans against the counter, her eyes never leaving Jacob's face. "Absolutely. I’ll wait here for Korra. Hopefully with just a short rest she’ll be more open to discussion.”

Jacob nods at Angela’s words, “Thanks Angela. I knew having you here was a good idea.”

Angela smiles, “Go, deal with Jill. Before she and Korra kill each other.”

Jacob's lips curve into a wry smile as he heads down the hallway, the ice pack still pressed against his jaw. The sound of his footsteps echoes through the corridor, mingling with the muffled sobs from Korra's room.

As he approaches Jill and Ellie's door, he can hear hushed voices from within. He knocks softly, and Ellie's voice calls out, "Come in."

Inside, Jill is pacing back and forth, her face flushed with anger, while Ellie sits on the edge of their bed, watching her with concern. Jill's fists are clenched at her sides, her body radiating tension.

"What was going through your mind?" Jacob asks, his voice firm but controlled. "Provoking her like that wasn't exactly the best idea given the circumstances."

Jill spins to face him, her eyes blazing. "She attacked you! And now she's acting like the victim."

Ellie intervenes, her voice soft but measured. "Jill, we literally did the same thing when we first got here. You should understand better than anyone where Korra is coming from."

Jill's shoulders slump slightly, but her anger doesn't dissipate. "I know, I know. It’s just,” Jill looks at Jacob lovingly, “I don’t like seeing you get hurt.”

Jacob moves closer to Jill, his hand settling on her shoulder in a gentle gesture. "I appreciate your concern, but we need to tread carefully. Korra's is in a very **** state. Antagonizing her will only make things worse."

Ellie nods in agreement, her eyes locked on Jill's. "We can't forget that we're the ones who purchased her. It's unrealistic to expect her to accept this new reality without some resistance."

Jill's frustration is palpable as she runs her fingers through her hair. "I'm not going to apologize to her. She's the one who attacked you."

Jacob's expression remains calm, but his voice takes on a firm tone. "No one's asking you to apologize, Jill. Just give Korra some space for now and let Angela handle the situation."

Ellie steps forward, wrapping her arms around Jill from behind. The physical contact seems to calm Jill's frazzled nerves, and her tense posture begins to relax. "Let's take a seat and try to unwind," Ellie suggests softly.

As Ellie guides Jill to the bed, Jacob observes the subtle change in Jill's demeanor. Her breathing slows, but her jaw remains set in a determined line.

Ellie's gaze shifts to Jacob, concern etched on her face. "How's the pain?"

Jacob winces slightly as he touches his jaw, the discomfort still lingering. "It's nothing," he replies, reapplying the ice pack.

Ellie smiles, taking the ice pack and holding it to Jacob’s face in a tender gesture. “Hurt as bad as when I punched you?”

“You hit way harder.” Jacob chuckles.

Jill looks up at the pair, her frustrated expression fading into serenity, “Oh please, knowing Ellie she barely slapped you.” Jill’s voice playfully mocking.

“You’re one to talk.” Ellie chuckles, “I saw stars when you hit me.”

“Oh, come on, I did not hit you that hard.” Jill laughs.

“Oh, you did,” Ellie steps towards Jill, taking her face in her hands, “And I gotta say, you still owe me something for that.”

“Oh?” Jill looks into Ellie’s eyes, “What’s that?”

Ellie looks back at Jacob, “I don’t know, I still owe Jacob for hitting him too. So, Jacob, what ya think?”

Jacob leans in and kisses Ellie sweetly, “I’ll take that,” he turns to Jill and kisses her too, “And that.”

“Hm, interesting punishment.” Ellie smirks before pulling Jill into a deep kiss, her tongue deep in Jill’s mouth.

After a second, Ellie pulls away from Jill’s mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips. Ellie smiles, “Yeah, I liked that.” Her eyes sparkle with amusement.

Jill's eyes are half-lidded, her breathing slightly heavier. She leans forward, trying to capture Ellie's lips again, but Ellie playfully evades her. "Not so fast," Ellie teases, her voice husky. "You're still in trouble, remember?"

Jacob watches the interaction with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, still holding the ice pack to his jaw.

“You know, I think buying you two was the best idea I have had.” Jacob says warmly.

Ellie looks at Jacob with a smile, “Um, hey. Jill was my idea.”

Jacob concedes with a grin, "But I had to agree to buy her."

Ellie waves her hand dismissively, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Minor details," she says, her attention refocusing on Jill. She notices the way Jill's gaze keeps drifting to her lips, the desire in her eyes palpable.

Jill's eyes lock onto Ellie's, her pupils dilating slightly as Ellie's thumb brushes against her bottom lip. Her chest rises with a sharp inhale.

Ellie's voice takes on a sultry tone, "You know what I think? That we need to work out some of this pent-up energy." With a fluid motion, Ellie pushes Jill back onto the bed, straddling her. The air is charged with anticipation as Ellie pins Jill's hands above her head.

Jacob sets the ice pack aside, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. The tension from earlier has given way to a different kind of energy, one that crackles with possibility.

Ellie's gaze never leaves Jill's face as she asks, "Jacob, do you think we should help Jill unwind a bit?"

Jill strains against Ellie's grip, her body arching upward in a bid for a kiss. Ellie's hold tightens, pressing Jill more firmly into the mattress, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“I think so,” Jacob gets behind Ellie, and starts to unbuckle Jill’s pants.

As Jill giggles and moans, Ellie leans forward and starts passionately kissing Jill. Their tongues dancing in each other's mouths furiously.

Jacob frees Jill’s legs from her pants and spreads them wide. Jill’s slit glistening with arousal.

As Jacob's fingers dance along Jill's inner thighs, she shudders beneath Ellie's grasp. His gentle touch ignites a spark within her, and she emits soft, muffled cries that are swallowed by Ellie's fervent kisses.

Jacob's eyes light up with amusement as he notes the extent of Jill's arousal. "It seems someone's more than ready," he whispers, tracing a delicate path along her folds. Jill's hips jerk in response, her body betraying her desire for more.

Ellie breaks away from the kiss, her gaze locking onto Jill's with a mischievous glint. "Shirt off, now." she instructs, releasing Jill's wrists. Together, they remove Jill's shirt, revealing her toned stomach and black sports bra.

Jill reaches up, attempting to pull Ellie back into a kiss, but Ellie playfully dodges her. "Not yet," she teases, her voice husky with desire. "You still have that bra on.”

Jill giggles before gasping in pleasure. Jacob having started eating her out diligently. Jill moans and wriggles as Ellie works to pull Jill’s bra off.

As Ellie slips the sports bra off, Jill's breasts spring free, her nipples already hardened with desire. Ellie's hands cradle them, her fingers kneading the tender flesh with a gentle touch.

Jill's body undulates, caught between the dual sensations of Jacob's skilled mouth and Ellie's teasing caresses. Her fingers dig into the bedsheets, her knuckles whitening as pleasure surges through her.

Ellie's lips close around one of Jill's nipples, her tongue dancing across the sensitive tip. Jill's cry of delight is music to Ellie's ears, and she deepens the suction, her mouth working its magic.

Jacob's hands grip Jill's thighs, holding them apart as his tongue probes the depths of her pussy. His fingers press into her skin, a gentle but firm pressure that keeps her hips pinned to the bed.

Jill's hand rises, her fingers tangling in Ellie's hair as she begs for more. Her hips strain against Jacob's face, seeking the release that's building inside her.

Ellie releases Jill's nipple, a sly smile spreading across her face. "God, you taste so good," she whispers, her fingers pinching and rolling the other nipple between them. Jill's eyes glaze over, her body thrumming with pleasure as Jacob's tongue finds the sweet spot that sends her soaring.

“Oh fuck, Jacob,” Jill pants desperately, “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me! Please!” Jill begs, her voice laced with desperation as Jacob's tongue teases her sweet spot.

Jacob's head lifts, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Since you asked so nicely..." He laughs, his hands still gripping Jill's thighs.

Ellie shifts to the side, her fingers continuing to dance across Jill's breasts. She alternates between gentle caresses and firm pinches, sending shivers down Jill's spine.

Jacob quickly frees himself from his pants, his hard cock springing to attention. He positions himself between Jill's spread legs, the tip of his shaft pressing against her wet entrance.

Jill's hips lift off the bed, her eyes half-closed in anticipation. "More," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Jacob's eyes lock onto Jill's as he slowly pushes forward, his cock disappearing into her pussy. Jill's back arches off the bed, her body trembling with pleasure.

Ellie's lips capture Jill's in a passionate kiss, swallowing her moans as Jacob's pace quickens. His thrusts become more insistent, drawing gasps from Jill's lips.

Jill moans uncontrollably as the many different sensations overwhelm her. Jacob’s firm thrusts inside her, Ellie’s delicate fingers pinching and pulling her nipples, and Ellie’s tongue wrestling with hers in her mouth.

As Jacob's thrusts intensify, Jill's body shudders, her inner muscles constricting around his shaft. Her fingers tangle in Ellie's hair, drawing her closer as their lips continue to dance in a fervent kiss.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with Jill's stifled cries of pleasure. Jacob's hands grasp Jill's hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he drives deeper.

Ellie breaks the kiss, her lips tracing a path down Jill's neck. She leaves a trail of gentle nips, her tongue darting out to soothe the sensitive skin. Her mouth closes around one nipple, her tongue swirling in a tantalizing rhythm while her fingers tease the other.

Jill's head falls back against the pillows, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't stop... please." Her words are punctuated by ragged gasps as Jacob's pace accelerates.

Jacob senses Jill's approaching climax, her walls fluttering around him in a telltale sign. He adjusts his angle, striking a deeper chord with each thrust. "Let go," he whispers, his eyes locked on Jill's contorted face.

Ellie's free hand glides down Jill's stomach, her fingers homing in on Jill's swollen clit. Her touch is a spark to dry tinder, sending Jill's body careening toward the edge.

“Oh, fuck me!” Jill cried out as her orgasm crashes through her. Her body convulsing as she squirts all over Jacob. The powerful sensation of her climax bringing Jacob to his own climax. With a grunt, Jacob thrusts deep inside Jill, emptying himself into her welcome womb.

As the intensity of their passion subsided, the trio collapsed onto the bed, entwined in a warm, sweaty heap. Jill's chest heaved with exertion, her eyes drifting shut as she savored the afterglow. Jacob's arm wrapped around her, pulling her close as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Ellie snuggled into the space beside them, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Jill's skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction, a sense of contentment settling over the three.

As they lay there, the only sound the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the soft rise and fall of their breathing, Jill felt a deep sense of connection to her partners. It was more than just physical; it was a bond forged in the heat of the moment, a sense of trust and understanding that went beyond words.

Jacob's eyes met Ellie's, a serene smile on his face. “I love you.” He looks down at Jill, “both of you.”

Ellie leans over and kisses Jacob softly. "We love you too." She smiles, her fingers tracing patterns on Jill's skin.

Jill's eyelids flutter open, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She shifts slightly, a trickle of Jacob’s cum flows out of her, making her shiver.

Ellie reaches for some tissues from the nightstand, gently helping to clean up both Jill and Jacob. She tosses the used tissues into a nearby wastebasket, her movements economical and practiced.

As they settle into a comfortable position, Jacob rolls onto his back, pulling Jill with him so she's resting on his chest. Ellie snuggles up against his side, her head finding its familiar spot on his shoulder.

"That was incredible," Jill says, her voice still husky from their lovemaking. Her hand finds Ellie's and intertwines their fingers. "You two always seem to know exactly how to push my buttons."

Ellie's lips curve into a mischievous smile. "You're not exactly subtle when you're in the mood," she teases, pressing a kiss to Jill's knuckles. "And I'm not the only one who's been known to shed their pants at a moment's notice."

Jill's eyes sparkle with amusement, but she doesn't bother to respond. Instead, she closes her eyes, basking in the warmth and comfort of the moment. The three of them lie there, wrapped in a sense of contentment and connection, the only sound the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the soft rise and fall of their breathing.