Peaceful Days and Inner Turmoil

The next couple of weeks seemed to just flow by.

Korra, now feeling more comfortable in her new home, took the time to get to know her new friends and potential lovers.

Both Korra and Jill found themselves becoming good friends, often bonding as they exercised. Both taking a keen interest in sparring with each other. The two warrior women loving the heat of a fight.

As well as Korra made it a daily routine to visit Jinora at the cafe she worked for. The two girls savoring each other’s presence as they talked about their home reality and the friends and family they’d lost.

With both Angela and Jinora’s insistence and guidance, Korra even began warming up to Jacob. Not that he was her favorite person in the household, but she at least made an effort to understand him and be diplomatic with him.

Angela as well grew more relaxed. She’d barely had any time to settle herself before Korra’s arrival. And that had proven to be a difficult task, but one she’d excelled at. Albeit, with some unorthodox methods.

Both Korra and Angela were regularly sleeping together. A nighttime ritual of theirs was Angela nursing Korra from her tit as Angela made Korra cum over and over again.

For their part, Ellie and Jacob were business as usual. Enjoying their life in the household. It was clear to everyone that Ellie was Jacob’s favorite character, as well as she was Jill’s best friend and devoted lover.

Things were good. Things were peaceful. But there’s always more of a good thing to have…

One morning, Jacob awoke to a familiar feeling. A warm, wet, pleasant pressure around his morning wood.

His eyes flutter open to find Ellie between his legs, her warm mouth wrapped around his shaft. Their gazes met, and she continued to work her magic, her tongue swirling around the tip with each upward motion.

A low groan escaped Jacob's lips as his hand instinctively moved to tangle in Ellie's hair. The gentle hum of her response sent vibrations through his body, making him shift his hips.

The blankets had been pushed down to his thighs, revealing Jill's sleeping form beside him. Her tank top had shifted in her sleep, her right boob exposed to the world for Jacob and Ellie’s eyes to see.

Ellie's mouth released his cock with a soft pop. "Thought I'd give you a nice wake-up call," she said, her hand continuing to stroke him. "You seemed a bit tense last night."

As Ellie's mouth returned to his cock, she took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his full length.

His fingers tightened in Ellie's hair as she quickened her pace, her head moving in a smooth, practiced rhythm. "That feels incredible," Jacob breathed, trying to keep his voice down to avoid waking Jill.

Ellie's tongue danced along the underside of his dick, her gentle caress coaxing another moan from his lips. Her free hand cradled his balls, expertly massaging them to heighten his pleasure.

As Jill stirred beside them, the bed shifted subtly. Her eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread across her face as she took in the intimate scene. She propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze locked on Jacob's contorted expression.

"Looks like I'm missing out on the fun." Jill murmured, her fingers trailing through the light hair on Jacob's chest. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine.

Jacob's hips jerked upward as Ellie's mouth enveloped him once more. "Ah, God," he gasped.

Jill's lips brushed against Jacob's neck, her warm breath sending a thrill through him. "Looks like you're in good hands," she teased, her hand drifting down his torso.

Ellie pulled back, her chest heaving slightly as she caught her breath. "I think he's enjoying himself," she said with a sly smile, her hand maintaining a steady rhythm. "Care to lend a hand?"

Jill's eyes sparkled with excitement. She shifted position, moving down beside Ellie. "Oh, I'd love too," she whispered, her tongue joining Ellie's in a sensual dance along Jacob's length.

As the two women worked together, their tongues danced in perfect harmony along Jacob's shaft. Their hands caressing each other’s curves. Jill’s fingers finding the crack of Ellie’s naked ass.

As Jacob watched Jill and Ellie work together, their synchronized movements overwhelming his senses, making his toes curl with pleasure. Jill's fingers teased the sensitive skin between Ellie's cheeks, eliciting a muffled moan from the younger girl.

Jacob's grip on the sheets tightened, his hips jerking upward as Ellie's mouth enveloped him once more. "You're killing me," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

As Ellie takes the full length of Jacob’s dick down her throat, Jill moves behind her. Her hands spreading Ellie’s ass cheeks, her plump pussy glistening with excitement.

As Jill's tongue delved into Ellie's pussy, her low moan vibrating around Jacob's cock. Jill's hands grasped Ellie's ass, spreading her cheeks apart to explore the depths of her wet slit.

The sight of Jill devouring Ellie's pussy while Ellie sucked his cock was almost too much for Jacob to handle. "Oh, God yes," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Ellie pulled back, gasping as Jill's tongue found her sensitive spot. Her body trembled, and her hand faltered on Jacob's shaft. "Right there, oh god," she whispered, her hips grinding back against Jill's face.

Jill's hum of satisfaction was muffled, her face buried deep in Ellie's pussy. Her tongue danced between Ellie's folds, savoring the taste of her lover. Jill’s modified addiction to pussy leading her to fall into a near trance as she savored Ellie’s taste.

Ellie's panting grew more ragged as Jill's tongue worked its magic. She tried to refocus on Jacob, but Jill's ministrations made it difficult to concentrate. Jacob guided Ellie's mouth back to his cock, his hips jerking upward in anticipation.

As Ellie's lips enveloped him once more, Jill's tongue continued its gentle **** on her pussy. Ellie's body trembled, her muscles tensing as she struggled to contain her growing excitement. The air was electric with tension, and Jacob knew he was on the verge of losing control.

Ellie, ravaged by Jill’s tongue, was unable to focus on finishing Jacob off. **** to relieve himself, Jacob sat up and began to fuck Ellie’s throat.

Ellie's eyes watered as Jacob's cock hit the back of her throat, but she relaxed her muscles, allowing him deeper access. Her gaze locked onto his, filled with a mix of lust and submission.

Jill's fingers dug deeper into Ellie's skin, spreading her cheeks wider as she savored her lover's wetness. The gentle pressure sent tremors through Ellie's legs, making her knees buckle.

Jacob's pace quickened, his hips moving with a newfound urgency. "I'm almost there," he grunted, his hands guiding Ellie's movements as she took him deeper. The vibrations of her moans rippled through his body, heightening his arousal.

As Jill's tongue danced across Ellie's clit, the younger woman's orgasm began to build. Her body tensed, her muscles coiling with anticipation. Jill's fingers slid deep into Ellie's pussy, curving upward to stroke her G-spot. "Let go, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

The dual sensations of Jacob's cock in her throat and Jill's fingers inside her pushed Ellie over the edge. Her body convulsed, waves of pleasure crashing through her as her throat tightened around Jacob's length. Her cries of ecstasy were muffled, but the sound still sent shivers down Jacob's spine.

As Ellie's throat constricted around him, Jacob's fingers tightened in her hair. The sight of her climaxing while taking his cock sent him tumbling over the edge. With a deep groan, he thrust forward one final time, releasing a torrent of pleasure down her throat.

Ellie swallowed eagerly, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. As Jacob's cock softened, she pulled back, gasping for air. Her lips were swollen, and tears streaked her cheeks from the intensity of their coupling.

Jill's tongue continued to tease Ellie's sensitive flesh, drawing out more shivers and whimpers. Her fingers moved in a steady rhythm, coaxing out more pleasure from Ellie's body. Ellie's hips bucked, her hands grasping for something to hold onto as Jill's ministrations pushed her toward another peak.

"Jill, please," Ellie moaned, her voice barely audible. "I'm so... sensitive..."

But Jill was lost in her own desire, her face pressed firmly against Ellie's dripping pussy. Her free hand gripped Ellie's thigh, holding her in place as she continued to explore Ellie's depths.

Jacob watched, his spent cock twitching at the erotic display. He reached down to stroke Ellie's hair, offering comfort as Jill drove her toward another release. His eyes locked onto Jill's, filled with a mix of admiration and desire for the woman who could bring Ellie such intense pleasure.

This went on for some time. Jill, lost in her haze of addictive devotion, feverishly ate Ellie’s pussy. Ellie, helpless as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her body. Jacob, holding her head to his chest as he whispered sweet words in her ear.

As Jill finally broke away from Ellie's pussy, her face shone with a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. She savored the lingering taste, her eyes still glassy from the intensity of her devotion. With a contented sigh, she settled beside Ellie, her chest heaving with exertion.

Ellie's body trembled against Jacob's chest, her limbs still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasms. "I'm... numb," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jacob's fingers gently stroked her hair, his voice filled with concern. "You okay, baby?"

Ellie nodded weakly, her eyes drifting shut. "Never better."

Jill wrapped her arms around Ellie from behind, her lips brushing against the back of her neck. "Sorry if I got a bit carried away," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

Ellie's hand reached back to caress Jill's cheek, a soft smile on her lips. "It was incredible. You always know just what to do."

As they settled together, Jacob shifted to accommodate both women, pulling them closer against him. The bed was a tangled mess of sheets and sweat-dampened bodies, but in that moment, none of them cared about the state of their surroundings.

"We should probably clean up at some point," Jacob suggested, though he made no move to get up, content to simply hold the two women he loved.

“Mmm, sleepy…” Ellie moaned.

As they basked in the afterglow, Jill's body still thrummed with desire. "I'm a mess," she said, her face and neck sticky with the remnants of their lovemaking.

Jacob's fingers danced through Jill's hair, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You were insatiable."

Jill's lips curled into a sly smile. "You know me, always hungry."

Ellie shifted between them, her limbs still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. "I'm utterly spent," she murmured, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

Jacob's lips brushed against her forehead, his voice low and soothing. "Want me to carry you to the shower?"

Ellie burrowed deeper into his chest, her breathing slow and relaxed. "In a bit. I'm still reeling."

Jill's hand wandered down Ellie's stomach, but Ellie caught her wrist, her eyes fluttering open. "Not now. I'm too raw."

Jill's fingers stilled, her gaze apologetic. "Sorry. I get carried away sometimes."

Jacob's hand reached over Ellie to cup Jill's cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "Don’t worry, if Ellie’d wanted you to stop, she’d have made you."

Ellie, her eyes closed as sleep started to take her, moaned softly on acknowledgment.

Roughly an hour later, Jacob emerged from his room. Freshly showered and dressed, ready for the day. Briskly, he makes his way towards the front door, where he barely catches Korra before she leaves.

“Sneaking off so quickly?” Jacob asks with a chuckle.

Korra jumps in shock before turning to face him. “Fuck, you scared me!”

Jacob's smile widens. “Sorry about that. So, Jinora's expecting you at the coffee shop, huh?”

Korra nods, "Yeah,” her gaze is warm. The first calm moment between the pair since her arrival.

“You see her every day?” Jacob asks.

“Kinda have too,” Korra sighs, “Knowing she’s out there. Alone. Well, I have to check in on her. Make sure she’s ok.”

Jacob leans against the wall, his expression softening. "You can't protect her from everything, Korra. No matter how hard you try."

Korra's arms fold across her chest, a defensive gesture. "I know that. But being there for her, making sure she's safe... it's all I can do."

Jacob nods sympathetically, "Just remember the phone I gave you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. Just keep us updated on your whereabouts, okay?"

Korra taps her pocket in an acknowledging gesture. "Got it. I'll send you a text when I arrive."

Jacob straightens, his hand closing around his car keys. "I'm heading out too. If you change your mind about that ride, just let me know."

Korra shakes her head, a small smile on her lips. "I'm good. Walking helps me clear my head."

Jacob's eyes crinkle at the corners. "Just be careful, okay?"

Korra's gaze meets his, a spark of understanding between them. "I will."

The two exit the house together, Jacob watching as Korra starts off on her daily run, eager to see Jinora. Jacob loved that. He was glad the Korra had found her. It gave her something meaningful to attach to, something outside the house yet very much a part of this world.

He sighed. If only he wasn't also drawn to people outside his paradise of a home...

Jacob hated himself. He had everything. Money, the love of several women, good health. Yet he couldn’t help himself but want more.

Currently, he lays in a bed provided by the club Gateway to the Stars. The club’s personal Ahsoka on top of him. Ever since he'd visited this place with his friend Craig, Jacob had made several more visits here. All to see Ahsoka...

As Ahsoka's hips swiveled above him, her orange skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. Her movements were a masterful blend of art and technique, designed to tease out every last drop of pleasure from Jacob's body.

Her hands splayed across his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles as she rode him with a slow, sensual rhythm. Jacob's gaze drifted to her breasts, which bounced enticingly with each movement, drawing his attention like a magnet.

Despite the turmoil brewing inside him, Jacob's body responded to Ahsoka's skilled ministrations. His hands instinctively rose to her thighs, his fingers wrapping around them like a vice. The guilt of betraying Jill and Ellie still gnawed at his conscience, but his physical response refused to be swayed.

Ahsoka's lips brushed against his neck, her lekku sending shivers coursing down his spine. "Shhh. Stop thinking so much," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Surrender to the moment."

The bed creaked softly beneath them as Ahsoka increased her pace, her movements becoming more urgent and insistent. Jacob's breathing grew ragged, his resistance crumbling beneath the onslaught of sensations. His hands slid up to her hips, guiding her movements with a will of their own.

As the tension built inside him, Ahsoka's voice whispered sweet encouragement in his ear. "Give in to me, Jacob. Fill me with everything you have.” Her words were like a key turning in a lock, releasing a floodgate of pent-up desire that had been building inside him. Jacob's hips surged upward, meeting Ahsoka's downward thrusts with a newfound urgency. His fingers dug deep into her hips as he felt his climax approaching, the tension coiling inside him like a spring.

Ahsoka sensed his impending release and quickened her pace, her inner muscles constricting around him with practiced skill. "Let go," she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure, her voice husky with desire.

Jacob's control snapped, and he erupted inside her, his body shuddering with intense waves of pleasure. Ahsoka continued to ride him through his orgasm, drawing out every last drop until he was completely spent.

As they lay there, Ahsoka's chest heaving against his, Jacob's hands absently stroked her warm skin, his breathing slowly returning to normal. But the guilt that had momentarily receded during their coupling began creeping back in, like a chill seeping into his bones.

Ahsoka propped herself up on her elbows, her blue eyes studying his face with a mixture of concern and understanding. "Your mind is elsewhere," she said, her voice soft.

Jacob turned his head away, unable to meet her gaze. "I shouldn't be here," he muttered, the weight of his infidelity settling heavy on his chest.

Ahsoka's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes never leaving his face. "You keep saying that, yet you keep coming back," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of curiosity. “I must say, it’s flattering.”

“God I’m pathetic.” Jacob sighs. “I have two girls at home who love me. Two girls who have devoted themselves to me in every way they know. And here I am.”

Ahsoka kisses Jacob’s neck, “And here you are.”

Jacob looks down at her, her deep blue eyes beautifully contrasting with her orange skin. His hand rises to her cheek, the softest of caresses. “Why can’t I escape you?”

Ahsoka smiles, the kind of smile that men would conquer kingdoms to see just once in their lifetimes. "You ask me questions only you can answer."

"I hate myself." Jacob says. "I shouldn't be here. I have no reason to be. Yet I feel drawn to you. Drawn to the idea of you. Why?"

Ahsoka takes his hand in hers, gently pushing it away just enough for her to kiss his palm.

Ahsoka's gaze lingered on Jacob's face as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're different from the others. Most of them just want to indulge their desires and leave. But you... you have a conscience."

Jacob's eyes fluttered closed, the warmth of her touch a gentle balm to his frazzled nerves. "That doesn't explain anything. It doesn't excuse my actions."

Ahsoka's fingers danced across his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Perhaps not, but it makes you more relatable." She settled beside him, her hand continuing to draw lazy patterns on his skin. "Tell me about Jill and Ellie. What makes them so special?"

Jacob's gaze drifted toward the ceiling, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "They're incredible in their own ways. Jill is a rock, always looking out for me. You might argue it’s unflattering to say this but, she’s like a dog. Loyal, loving, protective, cute. Just, the type of person who loves you for everything you are, faults and all.”

Ahsoka smiles at Jacob as he speaks, “That’s sweet. And Ellie?” Ahsoka's voice was a gentle prompt, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Jacob's expression transformed, his eyes taking on a faraway look. "Ellie's… perfect. Simply perfect. Funny, geeky, passionate, intelligent, loyal, hot.” Jacob sighs, “She’s the perfect woman.”

Ahsoka's fingers continued their gentle dance on his skin, her touch a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves. "It's clear you love them both," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness.

Jacob's gaze dropped, his voice laced with remorse. "I do, which makes me even worse for being here."

Ahsoka’s hand trails down Jacob’s body, towards his cock. His soft penis stiffening at the touch of her slender fingers. “Tell me more. Tell me about Angela. And the other one.”

Ahsoka's fingers wrap around his shaft, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. "Angela... she's the heart of our little family," Jacob says, his voice strained as Ahsoka begins to stroke him. "Always looking out for everyone, making sure we're all happy and healthy."

Ahsoka's grip tightens, her movements becoming more deliberate. Jacob's eyes flutter closed as Ahsoka's fingers dance across his skin. "And Korra. Korra's... a wild card," he says, his words strained. "Still finding her place in the world."

“Do you love them? Angela and Korra? Like you do Ellie and Jill?” Ahsoka asks, her pace increases with every word.

As Ahsoka's fingers expertly worked his shaft, Jacob's breathing grew ragged. "I… I don’t know. I think so? I think I could, if they’ll let me.” Jacob’s hips buck under Ahsoka’s touch.

“Hmm,” Ahsoka muses as she strokes Jacob’s cock. She leans forward and kisses him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth.

Breaking their kiss, Ahsoka's hand maintained its gentle caress on Jacob's cock, her fingers moving in a smooth, practiced motion. Her other hand explored the contours of his chest, tracing the curves of his muscles.

"You're torn between desire and duty," she observed, her gaze locked on his face as it contorted with pleasure and guilt.

Jacob's hips arched upward, his body betraying his words. "I shouldn't be here," he said, his voice strained.

Ahsoka's pace quickened, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She shifted her position, her breath whispering across his skin, teasing him with anticipation. "You're here now," she said, her voice husky. "Let me make you feel good."

Without warning, she enveloped him in her mouth, the warmth and wetness sending his senses reeling. Jacob's hands grasped the sheets, his knuckles white with tension. His fingers brushed the back of her head, a gentle touch that spoke of his surrender.

Ahsoka's mouth worked its magic, her tongue tracing intricate patterns that left him breathless. Long and slowly, Ahsoka sucked his cock. After the relentless hand job followed by her experienced throat, Jacob doesn’t last more than a few moments with Ahsoka’s lips around his cock before his climax reaches him.

Waves of pleasure crash over Jacob. Ahsoka’s throat constricts as she swallows his cum. Loud gulping sounds fill the room as Ahsoka ensures to drink every drop.

As Ahsoka releases Jacob's cock from her mouth, a satisfied smile spreads across her face. She licks her lips clean, savoring the taste, before meeting his gaze as she crawls up his body. The gentle brush of her montrals against his chest sends a shiver down his spine.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement. "You taste wonderful," she says, settling beside him. Her fingers begin to draw lazy patterns on his stomach, the touch soothing his still-tingling body.

Jacob lets out a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "Thank Angela, she made me a fruit salad for dinner last night." he replies, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.

Ahsoka's laughter is rich and warm, filling the space between them. "Thank you, Angela," she says, propping herself up on one elbow to study his face. "For someone who claims they shouldn't be here, you seem to find a certain... solace in my company."

Jacob's guilt begins to resurface, but Ahsoka's touch keeps him anchored in the moment. He runs a hand through his hair, the motion a testament to his turmoil.

Ahsoka shifts closer, her naked body pressing against his side. "Humans are so complex," she observes, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Always torn between desire and duty."

Jacob's arm wraps around her, pulling her closer as he protests, "It's not that simple."

Ahsoka's hand finds its way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Isn't it, though?" she asks, and Jacob looks to her with a raised eyebrow. She continues, “If I may, you are making this problem for yourself by simply thinking about it.”

“What?” Jacob asks.

"What did you tell me, when last you were here?" Ahsoka asks. "Your reasons for buying more girls? To save them, right?"

"Yeah." Jacob says, waiting for Ahsoka to continue.

“But that isn't all, is it?" Ahsoka asks.

"What? Of course it is." Jacob argues.

Ahsoka smiles, "I mean, yes. It’s a good thing to wish to help people. Saving characters from worlds they suffer to live in is noble. But is your pleasure not what started all this for you?” Ahsoka's words hung in the air, prompting Jacob to reflect on his motivations. He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to the beginning.

“I bought Ellie because I was alone. And I bought Jill so she wouldn’t feel alone either.” Jacob explains.

“But then you bought more girls. Why?” Ahsoka asks rhetorically. “Because you wanted more girls to enjoy.”

Jacob says nothing as Ahsoka continues speaking. “You picked a noble cause. Save women from fictional worlds where all they know and have is suffering. But you still only save hot girls. Why? Because you desire them. And that’s okay.” Ahsoka's words still lingered in the air as Jacob shifted uncomfortably, her hand on his chest a gentle reminder to stay present.

“I know I’m right.” Ahsoka states.

“And how do you know, huh?” Jacob asks, his voice holding an air of aggression.

“Because I know you. I’ve seen inside you. Your heart laid bare to me multiple times now. And cause you already confessed all this to me.” Ahsoka says.

“I did?” Jacob asks.

“Yes, you just didn’t know you did.” Ahsoka smiles.

“So, what do I do then?” Jacob asks her.

Ahsoka rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows as she regards Jacob with an unwavering gaze. Her blue eyes seem to bore into his very soul as she ponders his question.

"Embracing your true nature is the key," she says, her voice low and soothing. "Don't let guilt hold you back from finding joy in the good you do."

Jacob's expression twists in skepticism, and he turns his head away. "That sounds like a simplistic solution."

Ahsoka's hand reaches out, gently coaxing his face back toward hers. "Perhaps, but it's one you've been overcomplicating. Think of Jill and Ellie – they're thriving, aren't they?"

Jacob's **** is palpable, but he nods in agreement.

"And what about Angela and Korra? Are they not safe and content in your care?"

Jacob nods. "Yes, they are."

Ahsoka's fingers begin a gentle descent down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Then why deny yourself the pleasure of their company? Why feel ashamed of seeking me out?" Her touch ignites a spark within him, making his breath catch in his throat.

As Jacob's eyes drift shut, Ahsoka's words wash over him, mingling with the sensation of her fingers on his skin. "But what about-"

Ahsoka's voice cuts through his thoughts, firm but gentle. "No more excuses, Jacob. It's time to confront the truth." Her head rests on his thigh, her nose brushing against his soft, tired cock. “You are a good man, who owns a harem of fictional girls. And that’s perfectly okay. If you want more girls, you should have them. Cause who better than you to do so?” Ahsoka's words hung in the air, and Jacob's thoughts swirled with the implications. He stared at the ceiling, his hand absently stroking her head, fingers tracing the intricate patterns of her montrals. The gentle touch seemed to calm his racing mind.

Ahsoka's breath danced across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "The truth is, Jacob, you're making this more complicated than it needs to be." Her soft lips tenderly kissing his dick.

Jacob's body responded to her touch, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. His cock stirred, and Ahsoka's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're not thinking with your head, Jacob," she whispered, her voice husky. "You're thinking with your heart, and that's what's holding you back."

As she took him into her mouth, Jacob's hips arched slightly, his mind drifting to the girls he had saved. He remembered the way Jill's eyes lit up when she smiled, the way Ellie's laughter filled the room, and the way Angela's gentle touch soothed his soul. Korra's quiet strength and determination also came to mind, and he realized that Ahsoka was right – he had given them a new lease on life, and they were thriving.

Ahsoka's hands gripped his thighs, her lekku swaying with the motion as she moved her head. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Jacob's groan was a mixture of pleasure and frustration. "Ahsoka, stop," he whispered, but she just chuckled, the sound vibrating through her mouth.

She released him, replacing her mouth with her hand. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, and Jacob felt his resolve crumbling. "You deserve to be happy, Jacob," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "Stop fighting what you want and just let go."

Jacob lay there a while longer. Ahsoka’s warmth and her wise words filling him with peace.

Eventually, he had to be leaving. As he exited the club, her words echoed in his mind. And Jacob came to find, she was right. He had love, and he had the means to help so many more girls. Why not enjoy himself as well?…

Back at the house, Jill and Ellie are relaxing in the living room.

Relaxing is an odd way to put it. Ellie is laying back, her legs spread as Jill ravenously eats her pussy.

Ellie's fingers weave through Jill's hair as she arches beneath the gentle **** of her tongue. Her head falls back against the couch cushions, a soft moan escaping her lips. The air is filled with the intimate sounds of Jill's ministrations.

As Jill's hands grasp Ellie's thighs, her hips begin to undulate, seeking more of the sensation. "Don't stop," Ellie whispers, her voice husky with desire.

Jill's response is a low hum, her tongue dancing across Ellie's skin with increased fervor. The scent of Ellie's arousal intoxicates her, sending a thrill through her own body.

Angela enters the room, pausing at the sight before her. Though she's grown accustomed to finding the pair in such intimate moments, a faint blush still rises to her cheeks. "My god, you two are inseparable aren’t you?” Angela's voice is laced with amusement as she takes in the intimate scene before her.

Ellie's laughter is cut short as Jill's tongue finds its mark, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers weave tighter through Jill's hair, urging her on. "Hey, Angela," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jill's response is a gentle hum, her lips glistening with Ellie's arousal. She pauses long enough to speak, her voice husky. "Can't resist the taste of perfection." With that, she dives back in, her tongue dancing across Ellie's skin with renewed fervor.

Angela shakes her head with a smile, her cheeks still flushed. "I was going to ask if either of you wanted something to drink, but I think I'll just grab something for myself." She heads toward the kitchen, leaving the pair to their moment.

Ellie's voice calls out, her tone shaky. "Water would be great, thanks." Her thighs begin to tremble, and she can feel her orgasm building. Jill's grip on her thighs tightens, holding her in place as she works her magic.

As the tension builds, Ellie's body arches, her back bowing off the couch. Her hands grip Jill's hair, holding her close as she chases her release. The air is filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, and Jill's soft moans of pleasure.

Angela returns with a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table with a knowing smile. She takes a seat in the armchair, watching the pair with a warm expression. Her nipples hardening and her cunt moistening at the sight of the two girls coupling.

Ellie’s orgasm rips through her. Her scream of pleasure silent as her lungs cried out for air.

Ellie's body trembles as waves of pleasure course through her, her muscles relaxing in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her grip on Jill's hair loosens, and her legs fall open wider, inviting Jill to continue her gentle ministrations.

Jill's soft licks and kisses along Ellie's inner thighs send shivers down her spine. Ellie's fingers weave through Jill's hair, a tender gesture of affection.

As Jill looks up, her chin glistens with evidence of her intimacy with Ellie. "You're exquisite," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. She nuzzles her head against Ellie's thigh, content to bask in the warmth of the moment.

Angela shifts in her chair, her eyes never leaving the pair. "You two are quite the captivating duo," she says, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and longing. She takes a sip of her water, her eyes drifting to the glass as if seeking a distraction from the desire stirring within her.

Ellie's gaze meets Angela's, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Why not join us?" she suggests, her voice low and inviting. She reaches for the glass of water, taking a refreshing sip.

Jill's eyes sparkle with enthusiasm as she turns to Angela. "Yes, please, join us," she says, her voice filled with longing. Her eyes roam over Angela's body, her interest palpable.

Angela's blush deepens, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and desire. "I’d rather you two join me for lunch? If you think you could bear not fucking each other for an hour or so.”

Jill lifts her head, her lips glistening with Ellie's arousal. "Lunch sounds good.” She says before returning to licking the folds of Ellie’s pussy.

“What were you thinking?” Ellie says, her voice labored and breathless.

“Well, as you both know Jacob’s started to give us an allowance to play with,” Angela holds up her purse, hundreds of dollars of cash inside it. “I was thinking the three of us go out and get something.”

Ellie's breathy moans fill the air as Jill's skilled mouth works its magic. Her fingers weave through Jill's hair, subtly guiding her movements. "That sounds lovely. Right now?”

“Of course, you horny little succubus.” Jill giggles as she slides her tongue deep inside Ellie wet cavern.

Ellie's hips surge upward, her body surrendering to the pleasure as Jill's tongue dances across her sensitive flesh. "Yes, just like that," she whispers.

Angela's gaze remains fixed on the intimate scene, her own desire simmering just below the surface. "We should probably get going soon," she says, her voice low and husky, "if we want to avoid the lunch crowds."

Ellie's response is a breathless gasp, her thighs quivering as Jill's ministrations send her hurtling toward another climax. Her head lolls back against the couch, eyes closed in rapturous abandon.

Jill's mouth moves in perfect sync with Ellie's trembling body, her hands cradling Ellie's thighs as she coaxes out every last shiver of pleasure. Ellie's chant of "Oh, oh, oh" rises to a fevered pitch as her body tenses, poised on the brink of release.

Angela leans forward, her eyes drinking in the sight of the two women lost in their passion. Her own body responds, her breasts growing heavy with arousal, her skin prickling with gooseflesh as she feels the first stirrings of her own desire.

Her nipples, full and erect, start to leak just a bit of milk in response to Angela’s immense arousal. With a deep breath and a great amount of willpower, Angela forces herself to stand up.

“You two finish up things in here. I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we leave.” Angela states.

As Angela disappears into the bathroom, Ellie's body reaches its peak, her muscles tensing as a powerful climax washes over her. Her thighs wrap tightly around Jill's head, holding her in place as the waves of pleasure subside.

Jill's skilled mouth lingers, drawing out the aftershocks of Ellie's orgasm with gentle, soothing strokes. Ellie's fingers thread through Jill's hair, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

"You're incredible," Ellie whispers, her voice barely audible. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the lingering sensations.

Jill's face emerges from between Ellie's thighs, a self-satisfied smile curving her lips. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her gaze burning with unspent desire. "You're pretty amazing yourself," she says, her voice low and husky.

Ellie's laughter is a soft, breathless sound. "Give me a minute to catch my breath, then we can get ready for lunch." She reaches for the glass of water on the side table, taking several long sips to rehydrate.

Jill stands up, stretching her arms above her head in a languid motion. Her tank top rides up, exposing a toned expanse of stomach. "I think I'll change into something a bit more... presentable," she says, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

Ellie nods, finally finding her footing on shaky legs. "Good idea. I could use a change of clothes myself." She holds out a hand, and Jill helps her up from the couch, their fingers intertwining in a gentle, affectionate touch.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom. Angela furiously masturbates, her own swollen tit brought up to her mouth as she greedily drinks her own breast milk. Three of her fingers deep inside her wet pussy, Angela's breathing quickens as she brings herself to the edge of release. The sound of running water provides a soothing background hum, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within her. Her nipple, still leaking a trickle of milk, is drawn back to her mouth, and she savors the taste, her eyes closed in rapt attention.

As she nears her climax, Angela's thoughts drift to the pair in the other room. She imagines Ellie's wet lips against her own; Ellie’s tongue sliding down her throat. Then she sees Jill, on her knees as she devours Angela’s pussy with unyielding devotion. The fantasy fuels her desire, pushing her closer to the brink.

With a stifled gasp, Angela's body tenses, her fingers working in tandem to coax out a shuddering release. Her chest heaves as she rides the wave of pleasure, her skin prickling with gooseflesh. Her milk in her mouth thick and creamy, the immense pleasure of her orgasm nearly making Angela ****.

As the aftershocks subside, Angela's thoughts refocus on the present. She takes a deep breath, the cool air filling her lungs, and begins to tidy herself up. A glance in the mirror reveals a flushed complexion, her eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire.

Angela emerges from the bathroom, her complexion still radiant from her recent indulgence. She finds Ellie and Jill in the midst of getting dressed, with Jill slipping into a pair of skinny jeans and Ellie stepping into a short skirt.

"You two ready yet?" Angela asks, smoothing out her blouse to conceal any telltale signs.

Ellie secures her purse and bends down to retrieve her boots from under the bed, treating both women to a captivating view. Ellie, ever the exhibitionist, is not wearing any panties under her skirt.

Jill, meanwhile, runs her fingers through her hair to tame the tangles Ellie has made earlier, catching Angela's gaze in the mirror and flashing a sly smile.

"Where did you have in mind for lunch?" Jill inquires, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Angela leans against the doorway, “I looked online for unknown places. Places where the three of us won’t be bothered given we’re characters. I found a nice bistro that I’d like to try.”

Jill’s eyes light up, and she secures her ponytail with a deft twist. "Sounds like just what we need after our morning exertions." Her gaze drifts to Ellie, who's adjusting her skirt with a hint of self-consciousness.

“Ok, I’m ready to go.” Ellie says with a smirk.

Jill slaps her ass playfully, “Then let’s go sweet lips.”

Ellie yelps at the sudden contact, her skirt fluttering briefly as she turns to Jill with a mischievous grin. "You're asking for trouble," she warns, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Angela intervenes, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiles. "Shall we focus on lunch? I'm famished." She pushes off from the doorway and heads toward the stairs, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

As they descend, Jill's hand drifts to the small of Ellie's back, her fingers dancing across the fabric of her skirt. Ellie's protest is halfhearted, her voice husky with amusement. "Jill, behave."

Jill smiles mischievously, “What? I’m behaving perfectly.”

Ellie rolls her eyes as the trio make their way out the front door, “Sure…”

The restaurant was called The Beefstro, a horribly cheesy name. But the place was clean and looked cozy. It was quiet on the weekday afternoon, and the trio were seated with no fuss. No one recognizing them as fictional characters.

As the girls all perused the menu, Ellie speaks up, “So Angela, why did you want us to go out for lunch?”

Angela tilts her head in contemplation, “well, I wanted to get out of the house of course. Plus, I wanted to have an opportunity to talk with you two without Jill between your legs for once.”

Jill's eyes sparkle with mirth as she responds, "What can I say, I have great taste." Her gaze drifts to Ellie, who blushes at the attention.

Angela shakes her head, a hint of a smile on her lips. "That's exactly why I wanted to discuss something with you both in a more... subdued setting."

Their waitress arrives, notepad at the ready, and takes their drink orders. As she departs, Ellie leans in, her curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind, Angela?"

Jill's hand slips under the table, coming to rest on Ellie's thigh. Angela acknowledges the gesture but presses on. "It's about Jacob. Have you noticed any changes in his behavior lately?"

Jill's expression turns serious, her hand pausing on Ellie's thigh. "No, why? You think he’s upset at something?"

Ellie shifts in her seat, her brow furrowed in thought. "Now that you mention it, he has been a bit withdrawn. Especially after that meeting with Craig.”

“Exactly,” Angela nods at Ellie, “He seems, distant. Not necessarily depressed just, occupied mentally. I wanted to see if the two of you knew anything?”

Jill's hand lingers on Ellie's thigh, her fingers tracing gentle patterns as she ponders Angela's question. "He did seem a bit off after that business meeting. Maybe he's just anxious about the investment?"

Ellie shifts slightly, her eyes narrowing in thought. "It feels different than regular work stress, though. Like he's carrying some kind of weight."

The waitress returns with their drinks and sets them down before pulling out her notepad. "Ready to order?"

"Not just yet," Angela replies with a polite smile. Once the waitress moves away, she leans forward, her expression inquisitive. "What makes you think he's carrying a weight, Ellie?"

Ellie takes a sip of her cola before responding. "The way he looks at us sometimes... it's like he's haunted by something. And he's been less passionate in our intimate moments."

Jill's gaze drifts to Ellie, her eyes filled with understanding. "He usually can't resist us, but lately, he seems almost... reserved."

Angela's fingers drum a slow rhythm on the table as she processes this information. "Do you think it has something to do with Craig's proposal? The technology to reverse modifications?"

Ellie's brow furrows in concern. "I don't think so. He was more worried about RealDreams reaction to Craig's business than anything like that. Besides, since then Jacob hasn't really talked about it."

"I think he just needs some more spice in the bedroom." Jill says.

"Jesus girl, can you think without your vagina for five minutes?" Angela asks.

Jill flashes a playful grin at Angela's remark. "I'm just suggesting that a little distraction might be in order. Something to take his mind off whatever's weighing on him."

Angela raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "And you think sex is the answer?"

Jill's shrug is nonchalant, but her hand lingers on Ellie's thigh. "It's worth a shot, don't you think?"

"We should just talk to him." Ellie declares. "Trust me, with men that's the best approach. They don't care for the pussyfooting around nonsense."

"And if he's trying to hide something?" Angela asks.

"Then we let him know that he doesn't need to hide anything from us," Ellie says, "We care about him. Nothing he could do can change that."

"Nothing?" Angela asks.

Jill's expression softens as she meets Angela's gaze. "We're a family now. That's what families do - they stick together, no matter what."

Angela stirs her drink thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. "I suppose you're right."

The conversation turns away from Jacob. The girls discussing their pasts and the worlds they came from. As they ate their food, the conversations carried from thrilling adventures, funny stories, and topics of how there adjusting to their new lives in this world.

"So, Angela," Jill asks after taking a bite, "Talk to us about you and Korra."

Angela's cheeks flush slightly at Jill's question. "What's with the sudden interest in my personal life?"

Jill's smirk hints at the teasing tone behind her words. "Let's just say we've been hearing you too through the walls a most nights."

Ellie nudges Jill with her elbow, a gentle warning to tread carefully. "Hey, there's no reason to pry."

Angela waves her hand dismissively. "It's fine. Korra and I have developed a strong bond, this is no secret."

Jill's eyes sparkle with curiosity. "So, tell us about it. I mean, you were all 'I won't fuck any of you.' when we first met. How'd you go and start fucking arguably the most hostile person in our household?"

Angela takes a measured pause, collecting her thoughts before responding. "It's not a traditional relationship, not in the way you're thinking. Korra was in a very **** place when she was brought to us. She needed comfort. And our relationship, unorthodox as it may be, allows me to make her feel safe and loved."

Jill nods her head as Ellie speaks up, "Awe, that's so sweet."

Angela shifts in her seat, a hint of defensiveness creeping into her tone. "It's not just about sex, okay? Korra needs emotional support, and I'm happy to provide it."

Jill raises an eyebrow, taking another bite of her burger. "The breastfeeding thing, though... how does that work?"

Angela shrugs. "It's just something that helps her feel safe and connected. My mods make it possible, and it's actually really helpful for both of us."

Ellie leans forward, curious. "Has she opened up more since you two got closer?"

Angela nods. "Yeah, she's been talking more about her old world and stuff. It's been really good for her, I think."

Jill wipes her mouth with a napkin. "That's cool. I was worried about her at first, she seemed so angry all the time."

Angela pushes her salad around with her fork. "She still gets angry, but she's learning to deal with it better. And the visits with Jinora have been immensely helpful."

The waitress stops by their table to refill their drinks and ask how everything is tasting. Once she leaves, Jill grins mischievously.

"So, does Korra get you off?" she asks, a sly glint in her eye.

Angela rolls her eyes, laughing. "Jill, come on. That's not the point."

Ellie playfully kicks Jill under the table. "Leave it alone, Jill."

Jill holds up her hands in mock innocence. "What? I'm just curious."

Angela shakes her head, smiling. "Just drop it, okay?"

"Awe, no fair." Jill moans. "How come you two can fuck each other but you won't let the rest of us have some fun? We're willing."

Angela sighs, "Jill, it's not about sex. It's, well I don't want to be liberal with the word 'Love' but, it's about being connected. Being safe and desired. You only care for the physical part of it. What me and Korra do isn't about just getting off. It's about making her feel loved."

Jill leans back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. "So, it's like, emotional connection and all that?"

Angela nods, taking a sip of her drink. "Yeah, it's about trust, comfort, and feeling safe with each other. It's not just about getting off."

Ellie reaches over and gives Jill's hand a squeeze. "It's no different with us, Jill. Our relationship isn't just about sex."

Jill looks at Ellie, her expression softening. "I know, I know. I just... sometimes I forget there's more to it than just the physical stuff."

Angela's tone is gentle. "I get it. Your mods can make it tough to think about things differently."

The waitress comes over to their table again. "Can I get you ladies anything else?"

"Just the check, please," Angela says with a smile.

The trio finishes their meals and pays. As they go to leave the restaurant, they all feel much closer together with each other and have a better understanding of everyone...

Back at the house, things are quiet. Angela, Jill, and Ellie had returned home to find Korra also had returned from her visit to Jinora.

Everyone spread out throughout the house. Ellie took up her usual spot on the couch, her legs spread for Jill to easily access her wet pussy. A game controller in hand, she started up a game of Helldivers 2.

Jill, obviously, took her place on the floor. Her face buried in Ellie wet folds, her tongue lavishing in Ellie’s juices while she fingered herself to orgasm over and over again.

Angela, meanwhile, retreated to her bedroom. Inside, she prepared to mill herself as she heard the door knock.

Angela calls out, "Come in," as she quickly adjusts her shirt.

Korra steps into the room, closing the door behind her. "Hey, how was lunch? I saw you guys come in and I was going to join you, but I needed a minute to myself after visiting Jinora."

"It was good," Angela says, patting the spot next to her on the bed. "We just grabbed some food and caught up. Jill was being her usual self, though."

Korra sits down, chuckling. "Oh yeah? What did she do this time?"

Angela rolls her eyes. "Just asking about us, like always. I don't think she gets that it's not all about sex."

Korra leans against Angela's shoulder. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I'm just glad we can talk about this stuff with her, even if she doesn't always understand."

Angela mentions, "My breasts are feeling really sore today. Would you mind...?"

Korra nods and helps Angela remove her shirt, revealing her swollen breasts. Angela lies back on the bed as Korra positions herself comfortably, latching onto Angela's right breast and beginning to nurse. Her hand gently massages the other one.

Angela sighs, running her fingers through Korra's hair. "Ah, that feels so much better."

From downstairs, they can hear Ellie's voice, "Stupid game," followed by Jill's muffled laughter.

Korra looks up at Angela and smiles. "Sounds like they're having fun."

Angela smiles back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. "Yeah, they're good." Angela’s hand finding the space between Korra’s legs.

Korra's eyes flutter closed as Angela's fingers make contact with her through her pants. She hums softly, still nursing, as Angela's touch sends a spark of pleasure through her body.

"Is this okay?" Angela asks, her voice low and gentle.

Korra nods, not wanting to break away from Angela's breast. She shifts her hips slightly, pressing against Angela's hand as she continues to nurse.

Downstairs, Ellie's frustrated groan is followed by her voice, "Ugh, these bugs are kicking my ass!"

Jill's muffled laughter and teasing reply, "Maybe if you focused more on the game and less on my tongue," make Angela chuckle. Her free hand continues to stroke Korra's hair, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

As Korra's breathing gets heavier, Angela shifts her position, sliding her hand inside Korra's pants. Her fingers find the wetness there, and she starts to stroke more directly.

Korra releases Angela's nipple with a gasp, her eyes flying open. "Oh, god," she breathes, before quickly latching onto the other breast. Her hips buck against Angela's hand as she drinks deeply.

Angela's own breathing quickens as she watches Korra's reactions. She can feel her milk flowing freely now, her breasts finally getting the relief they needed. "There you go. Drink up.”

Korra moans as Angela’s fingers slide inside her wet cunt. The soft murmur of Angela’s voice and the sweet words she says lulling Korra into a sudo-trance.

Angela's fingers move in a steady rhythm inside Korra, drawing out soft moans as she nurses. The warmth of Korra's mouth on her breast is soothing, and Angela can feel her milk flowing freely now.

"You're really turned on, huh?" Angela says, adding another finger and finding Korra's clit with her thumb.

Korra releases Angela's nipple, gasping for air. "Yeah, don't stop," she says, her voice husky, before latching back onto the other breast. Her hips rock against Angela's hand, matching the rhythm of her fingers.

Downstairs, Ellie's frustrated curses and Jill's giggles provide a muffled background noise, but Angela and Korra are lost in their own little world.

Angela can feel Korra's body starting to tense up, her inner walls tightening around her fingers. She picks up the pace, knowing just how to push Korra over the edge. "You close?" she asks, her voice low and gentle.

Korra's body trembles, her free hand gripping Angela's thigh. She says nothing, suckling greedily as she nods her head.

“Good girl,” Angela coos. “That’s it.”

The pressure builds inside Korra. Her pussy gushing as Angela’s fingers work their magic. With a sudden burst of pleasure, Korra gasps. She moans deeply as she continues to drink Angela’s milk.

“There we go, good girl.” Angela says, “Keep it up, let it last as long as you can.”

Korra's body shudders as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her hips buck against Angela's hand while she continues to nurse, drawing deep gulps of milk from Angela's breast. The combination of nursing and Angela's skilled fingers sends her into a state of pure bliss.

Angela watches Korra's face, fascinated by the mix of pleasure and contentment she sees there. She keeps her fingers moving steadily, helping Korra ride out her orgasm. Her other hand strokes Korra's hair soothingly as she continues to nurse.

"You're doing so well," Angela murmurs, feeling Korra's inner walls pulse around her fingers. She can tell from the way Korra's sucking has become more rhythmic that she's starting to come down from her high.

From downstairs, they hear Ellie shout, "Yes!" followed by Jill's muffled response of "Mmph!" which makes both Angela and Korra giggle.

Korra finally releases Angela's nipple with a soft pop, breathing heavily. Her body still trembles slightly as Angela slowly withdraws her fingers. "That was... intense," Korra says, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Too much?" Angela asks, concern etched on her face.

Korra shakes her head, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "No, perfect. Just...wow."

Angela chuckles, relief washing over her. "Glad you liked it," she says, smiling back at Korra. "You're really something else when you're turned on."

Korra's eyes flutter closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmurs, snuggling deeper into Angela's side.

Angela wraps her arms around Korra, holding her close as they both drift into a peaceful silence, the sounds of Ellie and Jill's gaming session fading into the background.

“Angela?” Korra asks.

“Hm?”

“What are we?” Korra asks.

Angela shifts slightly, considering Korra's question. "Honestly, I don't know," she says, running her fingers through Korra's hair. "I care about you, and I want to make sure you're happy and comfortable. Whatever that means for us, I'm good with it."

Korra nuzzles against Angela's breast, her breathing still slightly uneven from her orgasm. "I feel the same way," she admits. "This thing we're doing... it's really helping me, you know? With everything."

Angela nods, her thumb tracing circles on Korra's shoulder. "I'm glad I can help. And if you ever need to talk about what's going on, I'm here to listen."

From downstairs, they hear Ellie shout, "Jill, stop messing with my controller!" followed by giggling and the sound of buttons being mashed randomly.

Korra laughs softly against Angela's skin. "Those two are something else."

Angela chuckles. "Tell me about it. I'm surprised they haven't broken anything... yet."

Korra's lips brush against Angela's nipple again, and she feels a gentle tug as Korra latches on. "Still thirsty?" Angela asks, smiling.

"Mm-hmm," Korra murmurs, nursing slowly. Her hand comes up to cup Angela's breast, and Angela feels a sense of contentment wash over her.

As they sit there, Angela realizes that she's happy to just be with Korra, whatever that means for their relationship. She's not worried about labels or definitions; she just wants to make sure Korra feels safe and loved.

“What about you and the others?” Angela asks.

Korra releases Angela's nipple and looks up at her, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I dunno, they're all pretty cool, I guess. Jill and Ellie are always good for a laugh, even if they can be a bit much sometimes. And Jacob's been really nice to me too."

Angela nods, her fingers still playing with Korra's hair. "Yeah, he's a good guy. Although, I have to admit, he's been acting kinda weird lately."

Korra raises an eyebrow. "Weird how?"

Angela shrugs. "I don't know, just...off. The girls and I were talking about it earlier, and we're not sure what's going on with him."

Downstairs, the sound of laughter and shouting erupts again, followed by the thud of a controller hitting the floor. "Jill, that's so cheating!" Ellie yells.

Korra chuckles and snorts, then goes back to nursing from Angela's breast. Her hand drifts lazily over Angela's stomach, causing her to shiver.

"Hey, that tickles," Angela says, squirming a bit under Korra's touch.

Korra grins, her eyes sparkling with amusement, but doesn't stop her gentle caresses. Angela smiles back, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

"You think Jacob's okay, though?" Korra asks, her voice muffled against Angela's breast.

Angela nods. "Yeah, I'm sure he's fine. He's just...dealing with some stuff, I think."

Korra nods, seeming to accept that, and continues to nurse and cuddle with Angela. The sounds of the gaming session downstairs fade into the background as they sit together in comfortable silence. Angela’s thoughts drifting to Jacob.

He was good. Warm. Handsome. In many ways, he was like the first crush type big person. And Angels found him sweet.

Angela's mind starts to wander as Korra continues to nurse. She thinks about Jacob's strong hands, the way he smiles when he's relaxed. Her nipples grow more sensitive as arousal builds, making Korra's nursing even more intense.

"Mmm," Angela moans softly, shifting her position on the bed. Korra looks up at her with a curious expression.

"You good?" Korra asks, pulling away for a moment.

Angela nods, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, just...getting a little turned on, I guess." She runs her fingers through Korra's hair again.

Korra smirks. "I can tell." She goes back to nursing, her hand moving up to gently massage Angela's other breast. Angela gasps, feeling a surge of pleasure.

Just then, another burst of laughter erupts from downstairs. "Oh my god, Jill, what are you even doing?" Ellie shouts.

Angela and Korra both chuckle at the commotion. "Those two are ridiculous," Angela says, shaking her head.

Korra's hand drifts down to Angela's stomach, her fingers tracing gentle circles on her skin. Angela spreads her legs slightly, feeling a sense of anticipation. "You're really turning me on, you know that?" she says, her voice low.

Korra looks up at her, a sly grin spreading across her face. "That's the idea," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Korra's fingers trailed lower, making Angela shiver with anticipation. She drew slow circles on Angela's inner thigh, watching as Angela's breathing picked up.

"Is this okay?" Korra asked, her eyes meeting Angela's.

Angela nodded, spreading her legs wider. "Yeah, I'm good."

Korra went back to nursing, her lips wrapped around Angela's nipple as her fingers explored higher. When she reached Angela's center, she found her already wet and wanting.

"Someone's pretty turned on," Korra said with a smirk, running her fingers through Angela's folds.

Angela moaned softly, her hips lifting slightly. "You're kinda killing me here."

Downstairs, they heard more commotion. "Jill, seriously, focus!" Ellie yelled, followed by Jill's laughter.

Korra and Angela exchanged an amused look before Korra slipped two fingers inside Angela. Angela gasped, her back arching as Korra began to move her fingers in and out.

"Oh my god," Angela breathed, gripping the sheets. Korra continued nursing, alternating between gentle sucking and flicking her tongue across Angela's nipple.

As Korra's fingers worked their magic, Angela felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway. Korra looked up at her, a sly grin spreading across her face.

"You close?" she asked, her voice low.

Angela nodded, her eyes locked on Korra's. "Yeah, really close."

Korra's fingers moved faster, and Angela felt herself tumbling over the edge. She came hard, her body shuddering as Korra held her close. As she caught her breath, Korra pulled her fingers out and wrapped her arms around Angela, holding her tight.

"Feel better?" Korra asked, her voice muffled against Angela's skin.

Angela nodded, still trying to catch her breath. "Yeah, much better."

The two basked in each other’s warmth. A haze of sleep gently taking over them…