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Two fat spunk-pumps for one sex-positive Korra

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Korra gets shagged from behind and receives a messy cumshot sprayed all over her face and tits! Could you ever have enough of first-rank Korra Odysseys that always catch your breath and render your fuck-adoring Mr. Happy jump out of undercarriages? Another fuck-obessed nympho from Korra got those perfect big boobs to demonstrate us and she never says “no” to any male around.

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Korra is so sexy that even her arm pit turns this guy on!

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Open the funkiest bootylicious fancy of the knightly Korra valiants and ill-minded wizards luxuriating fremd and aesthetic rave after fighting for universal overlordship… Slutty Korra being screwed by a couple of dudes and pulled hard by two schlongs in every way possible. This piece of mad comics bunch punch will give you the opportunity to have all of your juices going all of those wild Korra infatuation weirdoes fucking their brains off.

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Twin butts are the best for fucking!

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How can you ever be tired of first-class Korra Odysseys that always catch your breath and make your fuck-adoring Mr. Happy poke through your trousers? This girl anticipates to take cock in her cunt and asshole and when it finally happens she gets the dirty off her chest… It’s high time to get something big inside this bosomy Korra gal with a gorgeous bum and an aching fanny…

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Only really huge dicks deserve to be fucked by Asami Sato!

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A powerful baby-maker hammering Asami Sato’s backdoor and snatch gives her a big O time after time! Beware because this Korra stuff is much hotter than you think: the most experienced studs with huge tools penetrate tight holes here! Let’s follow the lead of a cum dumpster from Korra that is getting fucked right on the curb when she was shopping a couple of minutes ago!

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Mako want pound Korra in bathroom

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Passing belief, but these ferine excellent pencilled Korra valiants are down with a great deal about sexual debaucheries, they are not as blue-eyed as you calculated when you get an eyeful of them over TV! Korra taking all of her clothes off and pounding her moistened cooze with a huge rubber dick. The most pleasurable part for sex-sareed hotties of Korra is to participate in fuck feasts with well-hung fellas and give their cum slits to be really used to capacity by the stiffest dicks!

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Observe naked Korra loving every inch of this trouser snake going deep in her snatch!

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Two horny fuckers stuff their cocks in slutty Korra’s cock-sucker and double-fuck he sandwich her ruthlessly… Korra gives you undeniable access to safe and improved sex for each and everyone and females are no exception! Another fuck-obessed hottie from Korra sports an awesome pair of tits to exhibit for us and she cannot even think of skipping any fuck-ready dick.

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[Polyle] Caged with a Ghost (The Legend of Korra)

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Avatar Korra Porn Story: Wanting

Avatar Korra Porn Story: Wanting

Chapter 1: Seethe
Mako is seething.
This much Korra can tell, and she can’t really blame him.
She hadn’t known that going after Amon would destroy the only home that he and Bolin had ever had. When she blasted fire after Amon, she had be too angry, too reckless. She had meant to scorch the man who had placed fear and uncertainty into her heart for the first time.
Except she had burned their home and everything that they owned to the ground.
Korra can’t even look at him because she knows this is her fault. When Amon ascended into the pro-bending arena towards to attic that the two brothers shared she hadn’t thought twice. She hadn’t heard Mako’s desperate plea to wait until it was already too late.
Bolin had been amazingly quiet when he had seen the damage. He didn’t say a word to her before walking out, she had not seen him since.
Tenzin had assured her that he would cover all of the repairs and told her that the brothers could stay with them while their home was being re-built. Even then, her teacher’s gaze was saturated in disappointment.
Currently, she sat in her room and Mako sits on the futon that Pema had laid out for him.
She can’t stand the silence anymore. “Maybe we should look for Bolin?”
She nearly gasps when he turns his eyes to her, full of rage. He doesn’t speak.
Korra wants to be angry with him, in fact, she can feel the signs of her own ire stirring with in her at his silence, but she squashes it down. She doesn’t understand loss. How could she when she’d had everything provided for her since she was a child? Being the Avatar was a great privilege, and while she might have felt caged at times, Korra can not think of a time where she ever needed anything. She knows that her life has been radically different from the way that Mako and Bolin grew up. It wasn’t even something that they liked to talk about – and she had damaged their first real home.
The guilt weighs heavily in the pit of her stomach.
“I’m sorry,” Her voice cracks, she’s not used to apologizing and the words come uneasily and forced. She holds his gaze for a moment before he turns away from her.
“You’re not going to say anything?” Korra asks, her voice is sharp with bitterness – but she’s not really angry at him. She can’t be. So why did she feel such an intense pressure from within, threatening to erupt?
“What am I supposed to say?” Mako’s words cut her deeply. She had expected anger, but she hadn’t expected this. She had never seen him look so defeated.
“Tenzin said he would pay for the damages,” She tries gently, but her words seem to do little to soothe him. Korra feels fear – cold and sharp claw at her insides.
“I mean, he said that he would, and I’d be happy to help with anything that you need! I-” Korra can feel herself falling into a panicked ramble, until Mako cuts her off.
“I know you didn’t mean to do it.” He says tightly – his voice is so controlled, as though he might snap at any moment. “But you still did it. So, let’s not talk about this anymore, okay?”
Korra can feel the frown etching it’s way onto her face. She doesn’t like this answer – doesn’t like the uncertainty. Had she just lost the only two friends that she had other than Naga? A sort of nervous panic buzzes inside of her, turning her insides into knots as the anxiousness begins to rack her body. What if they left her? She didn’t know what she would do if they decided that it would be better to have another waterbender in their pro-bending team, one that wasn’t reckless or impulsive. One who didn’t shoot fire in anger without thinking.
She digs her fingers into the bed sheets, anxiously tensing and flexing her fingers. When had she started to care so much? Korra isn’t sure how Mako and Bolin managed to worm their ways into her heart, but it’s clear to her now that they’re buried deep and no matter how selfish it is she can’t lose them.
Looking back at Mako, she realizes that it somehow always comes back to him. With Bolin, the friendship came so easy, it came as naturally to her as her bending. But Mako was different. Whether she was goofing off in order to see one of his rare smiles, or for him to sarcastically mock one of her follies, she realizes with shock that she has been seeking his approval.
And she’s lost it.
Maybe it’s the panic, the fear that causes her to stand and desperately press her lips to his. She’s not exactly thinking clearly at this point – too consumed with fear and nerves. She hates these feelings, but loves the wicked heat that spreads through her at the feeling of his slightly chapped lips.
Mako is tense at first. He pulls away, and moves to push her away but Korra only clings tighter, recapturing his lips and snaking her fingers through his hair to hold his face close to hers.
“Korra,” He rasps, trying to pull away. He’s still too angry and bitter, but Korra wants to sooth him and cool his ire. She licks his lower lip, tracing it with her tongue. He groans and she can feel his fingers dig into the soft skin of her arms. He’s shaking now, and when he looks into her eyes there is an emotion that she can’t place – it’s too raw, and she nearly breaks his gaze before her body is crushed against his.
She’s on her back on the floor before she even has time to realize it. Mako presses her against him, kissing and biting her lips. Korra returns the kiss enthusiastically, happy that he was accepting her. She can’t stop the gasp that escapes from her when she feels him place a wet kiss to her lower jaw. His lips seems to ignite her flesh as he kisses her. Mako’s hands rest on her hips and she feels him spread her legs so that he can lie between then.
He’s hard. And the feeling of him against her is a shock. His lips lower to her neck as his hips began to rock brutally against hers. Korra whimpers and wraps her legs against his hips in order to pull him even closer. She wants him closer than she’s ever wanted anyone before. What’s happening between them is scary but also thrilling and Korra wants more.
It’s not long before she flips him over, so that she can sit firmly on his lap. It’s the need to feel even more of him that causes her to slip out of her shirt. He stares up at her through half lidded away, and runs his gloved fingers along her newly exposed skin.
When he cups her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the bandages that uses the bind her breasts, Korra knows that even though she sits on top of him, he’s won.
“Mako, fuck,” She groans and grinds her hips against his even more earnestly. His hardness feels so good pressed against her, and the friction of their bodies create a pleasure that threatens to consume her.
He reaches between them in order to press his fingers between her legs and Korra actually does scream. He touches a spot that causes her to nearly see stars, and she bucks almost desperately against him,
He’s watching her the entire time, even when she eventually comes and slumps against him – sore and drained. Korra thinks that she’ll never forget the intensity of his eyes at that moment, before he stands, almost pained to do so and leaves.
Korra isn’t sure if their friendship will ever recover from this, if they’ve both damaged what they’ve had even further, and this causes her to nearly cry in frustration.
Chapter 2: Heat
It’s almost unbearably hot.
Korra kissed him with a fierceness that sears him to his bones. His skin feels as though he has gotten to close to an open flame and in a way that’s what Korra is – fire. Everything about her is meant to set the world a flame, and in a way he supposes that it was natural for to melt down the barriers that he’s erected between himself and the world because it is the nature of fire to destroy.
But fire also created, he discovered, because with every barrier of his that she managed to tear down she also rejuvenated him, breathing in new life into his very being.
She’s straddling him on the bed, her hips grinding against his in a heinously slow motion as she kissed him. Korra draws his lower lip into her mouth, sucking gently and running her tongue along his bruised lip. Mako shuddered and groaned. He wanted her.
It would have been simple to touch her, to grab her hips and move against her so much more quickly – liked he wanted to rather than the tortuously cruel pace that she was setting in the moment if his hands weren’t tied to the bed post.
With his scarf. He’s sure that once this is older and the blood has rushed back to his head – he’ll be angry at her, but right now he just wants to touch her.
And it’s too damn hot.
“This is pay back,” Korra smiled against his lips, and when she sits up placing herself firmly against his erection with her hair hanging loose and wild against her shoulders, she looks every bit the powerful woman that he knows her to be.
“For what?” Mako’s own voice sounds husky in his ears and she laughs breathlessly, still dragging her hips against his in that infuriatingly slow manner. He tugs at the scarf binding and wonders if he can mend the damage if he sets it on fire in order to release himself.
“Well,” Korra chooses her words delicately, seemingly savoring them. “You gagged me in the park.” Oh. He had done that, hadn’t he? To his credit, she was being incredibly loud about their some what public love making and the last thing they needed was the press catching them in the act. He thought he was doing her a favor when he tied his scarf around her head – apparently not.
“Untie me,” He gasped, and Korra giggled while shaking her head. She runs her nails over the sensitive skin of his chest – hard enough to leave evidence of the scratches and he hissed. It wasn’t exactly painful and only caused the heat in his groin to grow and spread. His hands jerk against their bindings and Mako knows that his wrists will probably be marked after all of this.
His hips push against hers in order to speed up their pace but she squeezed her strong thighs against his hips in order to still him. It worked, and he glared up at her – horny and in need. How long would she toy with him. Mako thinks that once she untied him she’s really going to get it – But she didn’t need to know that until later.
Her grin is too wide right now – he knows that she’s pleased with herself and this thought caused both anger and desire to flare in his veins.
“Tell me what you want,” Korra said, her own hand goes to rub between her legs as she speaks and he bites his lips to keep from groaning. Her eyes are half lidded with pleasure as she touches herself and Mako desperately wants his hands to be on her in the same way.
“You,” He groaned, too beyond his own pride to even try to be coy. “I want you.”
Korra licked her lips and smirked. “Good.” She stood and slid her pants and fundoshi off, kicking them off of the bed. She positioned herself over him, reaching into his pants in order to pull out his cock. He gasped at the feeling of her fingers wrapped around him.
She stroked him, and he bucked against her sweaty palms. “Korra, please.” He’s desperate now.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Korra holds his cock straight and allows herself to slide down unto him. Mako hissed at the feeling – she’s wet and tight around him and he pulls once more at his bindings. Korra herself is gasping, she rocks her hips and the motions remind him subtly of the push and pull over the ocean as she takes him deeper inside of her.
She’s still moving so slowly, and he can see her massaging her own clit with one her hands – He bucks against her, trying to drive himself deeper – but the action is awkward because of his bindings. He feels sparks of fire shoot out of his mouth – an unfortunate habit that had since childhood whenever he was frustrated, and of course Korra found it hilarious.
It’s too hot.
Pleasure shoots through out his entire body when Korra shifts in order to move against him more quickly. The feeling is too raw, too intense, and he doesn’t even realize that he’s burned through his scarf until his arms are around her, and he’s flipped them over so that she’s looking up at him with wide and amused eyes.
Fuck.
Chapter 3: Voyeur
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When Korra wakes up in the middle of the night, she isn’t surprised to see that Mako’s sleeping bag was empty. It had been a few weeks since they had fled Republic City after it had fallen to the Equalists. It was a tough time for she and her friends, but she was grateful that they had decided to accompany her. Hearing on the radio about the bender purges currently happening the city would have been unbearable without them there with her. She had failed, it was a realization that she was still coming to terms with and often times she would lie awake, unable to sleep because of the nightmares. The accusing faces of the benders who were dying, while she hid because she had no idea how to stop this.
It wasn’t easy for the brothers to pack up and leave, especially when they finally had a stable place to live, but they gave it up so that they could help her, and possibly save her from herself. The last time she had gone into the Avatar state she had decimated a quarter of Republic City. She can still smell the smoke, and the scent of blood that clung to the air from that day. She sees the crying people, the bodies in the streets, and at that moment she knew there was no coming back from that.
Mako took their departure the hardest. She hears him when he frequently goes off into the night, possibly to clear his head. The guilt leaves a bitter taste in her mouth because even though he is with her, even after everything, she has taken him further away from the one thing that she knows that he ever wanted for he and his brother – stability.
Bolin’s sleeping bag rustles beside hers and she notices him shift in his sleep. Korra sighs and sits up, deciding that it would be best to talk to Mako. Even now, she hasn’t apologized for uprooting him like this, it was too difficult to put into words what she was feeling, especially after the first few days. But, she knows that she won’t ever get a decent night’s sleep again unless she tell him.
She walks through the forest, following the footprints that he’s left behind. Her own pace is sluggish and dread claws at her heart. This isn’t a conversation that she doesn’t want to have. She isn’t used to apologizing, until her recently her world was so simple. It was her against the world in a way, she fought life every step of the way, and laughed when she succeeded as she usually did. Korra didn’t need to listen to anyone when everything came to her so easily.
Amon and this rebellion had crushed that part of her into tiny, jagged pieces.
Mako had always known what the world was really like, though. He struggled for everything that he and his brother had because life had not been kind to them, as it had been to her. And even despite that, he still chose to come with her…
It’s the sounds that cause her to stop.
She hears rustling, groaning from beyond the bush that currently blocks her path. It’s a strange thing, and her own natural curiosity causes her to seek it out.
Korra doesn’t have to walk long towards to sound before she sees him.
He’s panting, his hand moving furiously in his lap. From her place he can see his cock, hard and throbbing as he slides a calloused hand along it.
Korra is frozen.
For a moment, she feels panic. She’s never seen anything like this, and while her first reaction is to run, her feet feel rooted to the ground.
She ducks behind the bush to assure that he doesn’t spot him, and she can feel her face burning. Her heart is beating so loud that she can hear it pounding in her ears along with Mako’s hoarse moans.
Korra thinks that she should run, get out of there before he sees her because she is intruding upon something very private. But, she hears another harsh groan come from him, and she can’t help but turn around and watch.
She has never seen him so out of control. His hips thrust his cock into his eager hand and he shudders. Korra herself even trembles when she sees him, so shaken by the sight and so fascinated by it. Her thighs clench together as she watches him, as she feels her own arousal begin to take hold of her.
Tentatively, she allows her own fingers to slide under the waistband of her pants to rub her aching clit. She feels the odd combination of guilt and striking pleasure that threaten to overwhelm her and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning and alerting him of her presence. She’s so wet already and her fingers slide easily along her moist folds. Her hips move of their own accord as she grinds her pelvis against her fingers. Panting and momentarily lost in the feeling, she can’t stop the gasp that escapes from her lips.
Korra covers her mouth in horror when she hears Mako stop his own motions and look around wildly.
“Who’s there?” He yells, and he makes awkwardly attempts to stand and adjust himself, but nearly trips in the process. Korra would have found the action funny if she wasn’t so terrified and aroused.
She stays there, hidden behind the bush with her palm pressed against her mouth and prays to the spirits that he doesn’t find her.
Korra shivers, one of the fingers that is still pressed between her legs slide over her clit again and she bites her palm. The momentary pain keeps her grounded and focused.
She’s incredibly guilty that she has even ruined this for him, something so private and personal. This is the reason that Korra removes her hands from her trousers and stands, revealing herself.
She hears him hollowly suck in air when he sees her, but she can’t bring herself to look at him. She keeps her eyes firmly trained to the ground.
“Korra…” When she does look up, she sees the crimson blush has stained his face completely. He look even more ashamed than she feels at that moment, and this causes her to feel even worse.
“I’m sorry!” She says quickly, because she doesn’t want him to be the one to feel guilty about this, when it’s entirely her fault. She should have walked back to camp as soon as she realized what he was doing.
“I – I really didn’t mean to interrupt you,” Korra stumbles over her words, “You can keep going, I don’t mind.” She says, and her face flushes crimson as she realizes that this is a moment where her mouth moved too quickly before her brain could catch up.
“W-What?” Mako asks, his voice is still breathless and husky in a way that causes a shiver to go up her spine.
“I mean,” Korra tries again, but the burning that she feels in her body causes her mind to go foggy. It’s so difficult to speak.
“I don’t mind.” She repeats herself for a reason that she herself isn’t even completely sure of.
He stares at her. Hard. Korra wants to run and bang her head into the nearest tree for even suggesting this.
“Are you serious?” He’s completely flabbergasted, that much she can tell from the way that eyebrows shoot up almost into his hair. It’s comical, but she doesn’t laugh.
“Yes,” she says seriously, she attempts to look into his eyes but he avoids her, awkwardly staring at the ground. The light of the moonlight reflects off of his eyes making them seem very bright. He’s at war with himself.
He moves to sit down. It’s then that he stares at her, his
Mako coughs, “You’re going to stay?” He’s embarrassed and surprised, that much she can tell, but he also hasn’t told her to fuck off yet which is a good sign.
She licks her lips, which are surprisingly dry in this moment. It’s that same mixture of guilt and desire that makes her want to stay. It might have been her curiosity but she wants to see this side of him more, wants to see so wanton and so completely out of control as he was a moment ago. She wants to see him happy.
“If you don’t mind,” she whispers. Their eyes lock and she can see fear and uncertainty radiating off of him in waves. The lust that he feels seem to win out, however, when his eyes droop in a way that she’s never seen. The way that he’s looking at her now causes her to flush and for the heat to build back up in her groin.
“Only you, Korra,” Mako murmurs thickly as his hands reach into his trousers to pull out his still erect penis. “Only you.”
She can’t imagine the amount trust that he must have in her in order to do this, and this thought both thrills and scares her. Korra knows that trust is not something that comes easily to Mako, they had fought so much when she had first his pro-bending team because of this. But now, he’s exposing himself to her in a way that could have never imagined.
“Do you have to look at me like that?” Mako asks, his voice is strained. He’s stroking himself, but not with nearly as much fervor as before. He mostly looks uncomfortable.
Korra sighs, “Like what?” She moves closer to him and she sees him grow stiff with tension. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
Mako snorts, “It’s kind of hard not to, considering the situation.”
Korra’s tongue juts out, moistening her lips. She can see Mako’s eyes are drawn to the action and her lips curve into a small smile. “It’s only as awkward as you make it.” Watching him, she can feel her own body responding once more. His fingers stroke his cock slowly – with a practiced hand.
The ache and wetness between her legs are distracting and she presses her fingers to her clit and allows her eyes to slide close for a moment. She hears Mako gasp beside her and groan loudly as he watches her.
“Damn, Korra,” He practically growls. She can see his other hand trembling and she thinks that he wants to touch her.
His reaction encourages her and she places her free hand at the base of his cock. He hisses when her fingers make contact with his hard flesh.
“Is this okay?” She asks, and his fierce nod only urges her forward. His skin is hot to the touch, and his penis twitches at her touch. She licks her lips again.
“Yeah,” He moans, his hips seem to move of their own accord in order to thrust his cock into her hand. It’s exciting to have him so completely out of control, to know that she is the cause of this.
She’s addicted, seeing him groan and writhe at her touch.
The guilt lessens, just a bit. She can give him pleasure, it’s an exhilarating thought.
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Sexy Korra like fast and hard ride on fat dick

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Korra heroes get their brains fucked out: you never saw them so excited and sexually eager! Korra fits a long chocolate rod in her pussy, deep throating two thick cocks and eating cum in front of the camera for us! Curvy babe from Korra is going up and down under heavy pussy assault in the entry…

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Korra Porn Story: Work-out

Korra Porn Story: Work-out

It felt good, no; it felt amazing. The burning feeling in her muscles, this was what she needed; adrenalin racing through her veins, punching and kicking with everything she had. It was good to release her anger through something else than firebending for once, it worked. Korra knew she’d probably be completely sore the next day, but right now she couldn’t find herself caring enough about that, the only thing that counted right now was letting out the anger and frustration. Which was piled up; it was a lot. The punch-bag in front of her, which was filled with hay that was actually meant for the Sky Bison, had been a good idea of the Avatar. At least Tenzin had looked pleased earlier about the young Avatar choosing for this rather than firebending, he knew how Korra could be very impulsive without thinking about possible consequences; she had improved in many ways.
“Korra, there are some noodles and lychee juice here for when you take a break, alright?” Korra vaguely heard Pema say in a kind voice, Korra just nodded firmly without stopping her punches and kicking. Distantly she heard Pema walk away again, at least that was what Korra thought she heard at that moment.
Her shirt was already off, the only thing on her chest covering her breasts were her bindings. Her back now had small pearls of sweat on it, just like her temples, forehead, armpits, stomach and anywhere else where there were folds in her skin. Korra roughly wiped her armband over her forehead, wiping away the sweat and decided she’d use some weights to lift. Mentally she thanked chief Lin Bei Fong, she was the one who told Korra she could use them, since the chief could metalbend herself new ones easily. Korra sat down on the low stone wall, kicked off her boots and grabbed the lychee juice; drinking it all at once. She shot a glance at the noodles and decided to eat them right now, after finishing those she’d get back to work again.
They tasted good, very good in fact; the Avatar would have to thank Pema later for it. The woman was amazingly kind and unbelievably patient, more patient than Korra could ever dream of being able to. Which brought her back to her frustration and anger, airbending was such a struggle and she hated it. Tenzin had told her she tried too hard, but when she shifted back a gear, she wasn’t trying hard enough; it was confusing, testing her patience and focus. After the training of this morning Korra had growled loudly in utter frustration and told Tenzin she couldn’t take it anymore, at least not for today, and just walked away; ending up training in a different way instead.
She took two weights in her hands and started to lift them while lying on her back, bringing herself up to her knees until her nose touched those. It felt as if her stomach, arm and leg-muscles were on fire; Korra liked the feeling. Because it meant that her muscles were tested and trained, she hadn’t done a work-out like this in too long. She brought the tempo up, pulling her arms in towards her body as her nose almost touched her knees and released again.
“Looks like quite a work-out, Avatar Korra…” The voice almost made Korra drop the weights and froze when her chest pressed against her upper legs and knees, she carefully put the weights down next to her but didn’t dare to turn around. She already knew who it was, which was exactly the reason why Korra sat frozen. Her mind raced and made her feel dizzy, but got cleared when she heard the footsteps coming closer to her position.
“…I— Uh…” The Avatar wanted to punch herself, stuttering wouldn’t make it any better. But then she heard snickering behind her, sending shivers down her spine as she realized how close it had been behind her. Again her forehead was covered in sweat droplets, but not from the work-out this time.
“Relax, Korra. You’re all tense, loosen up a bit. Here, let me help you…” Before Korra could respond in any way, two hands were on her shoulders, one on either side; which made Korra tense up only more. This wasn’t going very well and the waterbender wasn’t too sure how long she could control herself and keep everything in, it worked for months; but that was because she always had been able to keep a certain distance between them.
“I… I’ll tr—” Korra stuttered softly, which was obviously even a bigger mistake.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What were you saying?” Korra gulped as she felt a pair of soft lips only inches from her ear shell, her face was glowing and her entire body tingled. “Don’t you want me to massage your neck and shoulders…? Because you just have to tell me and I’ll leave—”
“No! Don’t leave!” Korra burst out as she turned her head around, looking right into a pair of bright green eyes that belonged to her friend and secretly her crush since about a half year now. If her face hadn’t been red yet, it definitely would be right now. Korra bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut, she was such an idiot!
“Alright, alright. I’ll stay, if that’s what you really want to,” Asami said with a giggle through her voice and gently put her hands back on Korra’s shoulders. “Just relax, okay? It’s just me.” Asami had no idea how wrong she was, to Korra Asami wasn’t just Asami…
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Korra started, but was silenced by a hard squeeze in her shoulders by the non-bender.
“Shh, there’s nothing to apologize for. I’m the one who should be apologizing…” Asami said in a whisper, Korra had no idea what she meant, there wasn’t anything Asami had to apologize for; Korra couldn’t think of anything at least.
“What are you ta—”
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, Korra,” Asami interrupted Korra and let her hands slide down over the tan shoulder blades, then moved them to each to either sides. Korra couldn’t breathe for a few seconds as she noticed how Asami’s hands and fingers moved closer to the front of her chest; more specifically, towards her breasts. “Don’t forget to breathe, Avatar…” Asami whispered close to Korra’s ear while her hands kept moving, they were now only a few inches from Korra’s breasts that were still covered by Korra’s bindings.
Korra sucked in a breath and felt her heart race faster than ever before when the tips of Asami’s fingers touched the skin of her nipples, even though they were still underneath her bindings, they were sensitive and hardened at the first touch. The Avatar’s mind was squealing, screaming, her head felt as if it was spinning, making Korra feel light headed and slightly dizzy.
“I— My head fe-eels dizz—” Korra’s palm met her forehead and she couldn’t really keep her balance anymore, causing the waterbender to fall backwards. Her back never met the floor, as Asami had caught her. Korra’s eyes fluttered and saw Asami’s face above hears, a sweet smile covering her lips. “Is this a dream…?” Korra mumbled and Asami snickered underneath her breath, shaking her head slightly.
“Only if you want it to be,” Asami answered and leaned over until their lips met into a kiss. Korra’s body felt warm, weak and almost liquid-like. “Do you?” Asami asked as she broke the kiss, Korra shook her head and her eyes widened. Before she could say anything in response, she felt Asami’s lips on her own again. It felt as if Korra melted, but in a good way, somehow. The only thing that went through Korra’s mind was that she was desperately wishing that Asami wouldn’t stop or pull back; she’d been daydreaming about this so many times that she had lost count.
Korra reached up with her hand to find Asami’s cheek, behind the black hair that fell around that side of Asami’s face. The Avatar carefully placed the palm of her hand on Asami’s cheek while deepening the kiss. Korra smiled when Asami responded positively and let her tongue meet Korra’s, causing a shiver going through the waterbender’s body of excitement.
“Are you sure that the stone floor is comfortable…?” Asami whispered against Korra’s lips, still touching them with her own, softly. Korra chuckled and shrugged her shoulders, she had worse and was convinced she would survive.
“Could’ve been worse,” she answered and Asami grinned.
“Well, I’m not the one who’s lying on the floor, so…” Asami breathed and softly licked Korra’s lower lip, apparently surprising the tan girl beneath her. Korra breathed out deeply, making it sound as if she was sighing.
“Trust me, I really don’t mind…” Not as long it meant that Asami kept touching and kissing her, she’d lie down on the stone floor for the rest of the day if it meant Asami would hold her.
“Good, because I don’t think we’ll be leaving anytime soon…” Asami teased with a smirk, causing Korra’s eyes to widen. “Unless you object, of course…” Korra wildly shook her head, making Asami chuckle and smirk even more. “That’s what I was hoping for. Now, let’s see…” Asami laid Korra’s head next to her legs which were folded underneath her body, then stood up. Korra wanted to ask where Asami was going, but didn’t get the time to. “Back in a few seconds,” Asami answered Korra’s unspoken question and walked towards the small pile of fabric; Korra’s shirt, long pants and boots were carelessly thrown over one another. Asami took Korra’s shirt and pants, just to be sure. Korra raised her eyebrows in confusion when Asami turned around with her clothing in Asami’s arms.
“Wh—” Asami shook her head and gestured Korra to stay where she was, confusing the Avatar even more.
“Lay this underneath your head, I think you might be thanking me for it, later,” Asami said softly and threw the clothing towards Korra, who caught it easily. Korra did what Asami had told her to; not daring to ask any more questions.
She just watched how Asami kneeled down and leaned over Korra’s body now, the long legs on either side of the almost bare one’s of the waterbender. Korra was only wearing her shorts and bindings, also her armbands but those weren’t exactly clothing. Korra watched how Asami carefully sat down on Korra’s lower stomach, clearly still leaning a pig part of her weight on her knees. Korra pulled her legs up until her upper legs touched Asami’s back, she looked into her friend’s emerald green eyes and losing herself in them. Somehow Korra started to feel a bit self-conscious, probably because Asami was still fully dressed while she herself was covered in two small pieces of fabric.
Asami grinned at the waterbender, not having missed the look in the eyes that were bright blue and clear as crystals. She decided to be nice and brought her hands to Korra’s, grabbing them and guiding them to her jacket; nodding as encouragement.
“Take it off for me…?” Asami asked, hands still on Korra’s; slender fingers intertwined with the tan one’s of Korra. Korra swallowed and nodded slowly, feeling her hands tremble a little bit. She’d never done this before, undressing someone else but herself. Luckily the Avatar felt that Asami helped her by guiding her hands a bit, she unbuttoned the jacket with more ease than expected. Then Asami’s hands left Korra’s, allowing Korra to push the sleeves down and pulling them off Asami’s arms. The jacket dropped down on the floor somewhere behind Asami, Korra’s hands were now on Asami’s naked arms. The non-bender was wearing a black sleeveless top with dark red details on it, it looked great on Asami since it followed her curves in a way that was only flattering them.
“S-should I take t-that off for you t-too?” Korra brought out in not more than a trembling whisper, Asami smiled sweetly and nodded. Again Asami laid her hands over the ones of Korra, helping her to pull up the top and over Asami’s head; black curls falling down on Asami’s shoulder next to her neck. Korra gasped at the sight in appreciating amazement.
“Like the view?” Asami asked and Korra giggled nervously, she didn’t like it, she loved it. Her heart was pounding loudly and very fast in her chest, her breathing was a little faster than normal. Korra’s hands were placed on Asami’s hips by the non-bender’s hands and the tan fingers of the Avatar traced the creamy colored skin until she reached Asami’s exposed breasts. They were soft, warm and bigger than Korra had thought, but she never seen the heiress topless; which probably explained it.
“You’re… beautiful…” Korra sighed in admiration and Asami leaned over her again, lips only inches removed from Korra’s.
“Look who’s talking…” Asami responded, teasing Korra with her breath against the Avatar’s lips. A sudden sensation washed through the waterbender, giving her more confidence and pulling Asami towards her and pressing their lips together. Korra heard Asami hum approvingly and couldn’t help but smile during the kiss.
“Well, I was talking about you,” Korra paused the kiss and smiled. “Because I think you really are…” Again Korra pressed her lips against Asami’s, who willingly kissed back.
“Well, you’re quite good looking yourself, Avatar. Where do you need all that weightlifting for anyway?” Asami said later with a chuckle.
“To do this,” Korra answered, grabbed Asami tightly around her waist and rolled them over, making Asami lie underneath Korra now. Korra grabbed the small pile of clothing and put it underneath the heiress’ head, black curls spread out around Asami’s head and shoulders.
“And I should believe that you need weightlifting for it?” Korra snickered and shook her head, running out of words to say. So instead she pressed her lips on Asami’s chest and moved down, until her lips met one of Asami’s nipples and made the non-bender sigh pleasantly. When the waterbender glanced up she saw Asami biting her lower lip with her eyes shut, it was a nice sight to the Avatar. One hand moved from Asami’s waist to her hipbone, but Korra hesitated and Asami noticed.
Asami smiled gently, trying to put the Avatar at ease, but then she decided to use a different method. Asami wrapped her legs around Korra’s waist and brought the other out of balance, making Korra lie down next to her.
“S-sorry…” Korra mumbled apologetically with a disappointed look on her face, she was disappointed with herself; not even being able to take the lead for just five minutes due lack of enough confidence.
“No, don’t apologize for that, Korra. It’s nothing to apologize for,” Asami soothed and softly caressed Korra’s cheek with her index finger. She smiled at the waterbender and moved closer so their body’s would touch in full length, Korra was really warm, as she probably always was. “I’ll just have to make sure that the Avatar is feeling comfortable more,” Asami continued and kissed Korra softly. The kiss started out slowly, tender, soft.
Meanwhile Asami shifted a bit until she was lying on her body’s left side and let her right hand trace the fabric of Korra’s bindings; they were loosened a bit and Asami gratefully used the opportunity to loosen them further until they easily left Korra’s chest. She admired Korra’s breasts, which were quite big; bigger than hers for sure. The way Korra looked at her made clear that Korra wasn’t so sure about them, even though there was absolutely no reason for Korra to. Asami thought Korra’s breasts were beautiful and in balance with the rest of the gorgeous tan body.
Asami deepened the kiss as she let her hand travel down over Korra’s stomach and towards the blue short. Korra gasped without breaking their kiss when she felt Asami’s fingers loosening the small knot in her short’s cords that were tied, Korra kissed back Asami a little deeper now; as she felt Asami’s fingers slip into her short. The waterbender’s body heated up even more on the inside and probably on the outside too, there was a adrenaline-rush which made Korra kiss Asami a bit rougher; Asami didn’t seem to mind this at all. Asami’s heart skipped when she heard Korra moan softly into her mouth, Asami couldn’t deny that it turned her on and made her go even further. She let her hand move into the Avatar’s undergarments and felt that Korra was pretty moist already; this time it was the heiress who couldn’t hold in a soft moan.
‘Shit…” Korra whimpered, noticing how wet she was. She felt embarrassed, but didn’t dare to push Asami’s hand away either; it simply felt too good. “S—”
“Don’t you dare to say that word again, Korra. This—” Asami slid her middle finger between Korra’s moist labia teasingly, pointing out what she was talking about. “Is only a good thing, okay?” Korra slowly nodded, biting her lip to keep in another moan. She was relieved to feel Asami’s lips on hers again, so she at least could let the moans go freely.
Asami let her middle finger slide slowly into Korra, pulling it back and pushing it inside again; continuing this movement for a little while until she felt it was okay to add another finger.
“Ah—! A-asami—!” Korra moaned and scratched with her short nails over Asami’s back; causing the non-bender to pause in her movements and let out a low, deep moan. Asami quickly recovered herself and pushed her middle- and index finger back into Korra, less careful than before, making the Avatar gasp for air.
“What is it Korra?” Asami teased and kissed Korra’s jaw and neck, sucking on the soft skin just below Korra’s jaw. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me…” Asami sighed against the tan skin and now circled her thumb around Korra’s clit.
“Ah—!” Korra couldn’t bring out more words, if that even counted as one. Asami surprised her with every movement, she’d did similar things with herself before, but this was just so much better than that. Again Asami felt Korra’s short nails in her back, it’d be red by the time evening arrived, but the heiress didn’t even try to care; it felt good in a strange way. She softly started to rub Korra’s clit and continued with nibbling on the skin of the waterbender’s neck. The moans of Korra were muffled and obviously desperately tried to be kept in by the Avatar.
“Let me hear you, Korra. And that’s not a question…” Asami said as she moved her face up until she looked into Korra’s almost closed eyes; putting more pressure on her thumb at the same time to make Korra moan loudly. “That’s more like it,” Asami whispered approvingly and kissed the ear shell that was partly covered by one of Korra’s side-bangs. Korra gasped and moaned under Asami’s touch, black spots dancing in front of her vision, her body seemed to be slightly on fire; the spark growing and growing with the minute.
But the spark shrunk when Asami suddenly stopped, Korra looked up at the heiress, eyes wide with shock. Before she could ask anything, Asami shook her head slightly and sat up; she started to remove her tight pants herself teasingly slow. Korra’s eyes only got bigger and followed Asami’s hands with her gaze, mouth dropping open when Asami sat only in her undergarments; she looked even more beautiful than Korra remembered. Asami spread Korra’s legs and pulled down the blue short and Korra’s undergarments, then Asami sat on her knees I front of Korra. The Avatar looked at her, waiting for an explanation, but Asami wasn’t planning on explaining herself by words.
“Pull your legs up,” Asami said and Korra did as she was told, she felt Asami’s fingers entering her again and moaned a bit too loud for her own liking; causing the Avatar to put her hand over her mouth. “No, don’t,” Asami said and looked in Korra’s blue eyes in a way that made Korra obey, even though it was with a bit hesitation. That quickly faded as Asami placed her thumb on Korra’s clit again and used more pressure on it now, pushing her mound against Korra’s as if her fingers were a strap-on. Asami enjoyed the sounds that Korra made, showing her that the waterbender liked what she did.
The Avatar felt the muscles of her stomach tighten and the spark inside her burst out into flames, making her skin feel as if literally on fire. Korra tried to hold back, to keep it in, but she knew it was inevitable; she unconsciously bent the earth beneath her by digging her nails into it. This didn’t go by unnoticed by the non-bender, who now had a pleased smirk on her lips. Asami wanted to see the Avatar let go and experience her orgasm, given by the heiress herself.
Asami inwardly sighed at herself, not understanding why she hadn’t seen how amazing the Avatar actually was way earlier. It wasn’t until a month or two ago that Asami noticed how Korra acted… differently around her, then noticing what Korra did to her without doing anything at all.
“A—Asa—mi—!” Korra moaned and Asami moved her fingers faster, curled them inside Korra a bit more, adding just some more pressure to make the tan girl underneath her orgasm.
“I know, Korra,” Asami breathed, leaning over a bit so her face would be closer to Korra’s. “Just let go, don’t hold back…” That was when the fire spread through Korra’s entire body and set her lower stomach on fire; causing the Avatar to gasp for air and let it out in a low and deep moan. Asami watched Korra having an orgasm in fascination, noticing how the Avatar’s body trembled slightly. A bit of almost clear fluid came out onto Asami’s hand, which slightly surprised her; so Korra was a… The heiress stopped her thoughts and smiled, feeling pleased and flattered. To Asami the sight was more beautiful and fascinating than anything else she’d ever seen; knowing that it was by her doing was even more amazing.
Asami laid next to Korra on her side and felt how the Avatar wrapped two warm and strong arms around her, stomach to stomach, legs intertwined. Asami sighed and nuzzled her cheek onto Korra’s breasts, making the Avatar snicker.
“Oh, guess they’re good for something after all,” Korra chuckled and looked into Asami’s emerald eyes when she looked up at Korra with a warm smile.
“They’re very good,” Asami responded and kissed Korra again. “How was that work-out?” Asami said with a grin, making Korra blush a little.
“I-it was, well… I think we should work-o-out together more often…” Korra stumbled.
“You’re such a dork,” Asami said with a muffled giggle, pressing herself closer to Korra. “I’ll make sure we’ll work out together regularly, how does that sound?” Korra blushed even more this time and laughed nervously, she really was a dork.
“Sounds perfect to me…” the Avatar whispered while she rested her forehead on Asami’s hair that laid on her chest, Asami’s shoulders and back.
“Then it’s a deal,” Asami breathed before she carefully turned her face back up to Korra’s and kissed her one more time. She was already looking forward to the next work-out training with the Avatar.
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