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Korra seems to like anal sex after all!

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Get yourself ready to see pics with lots of sexy doe eyed half naked Korra babes with bouncy bosoms begging to be fucked that will get your prick to stand at attention. Well endowed hootchie from Korra is hopping under hard pussy penetration in the post… Tired of always being a good girl, Lilith takes cock ass to mouth and gets creampied…

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Asami Sato will teach Korra all about lesbian pleasure

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Watch out for the collection of extra-sophisticated images hotter than you think: the most astounding, the most skilled and the greatest meaty fellows all in one and the same location! Brown Korra has sloshed herself and puts her forks one after another into her gloomy chopped liver… Indecent Korra frames are at stock for you to enjoy.

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Korra like seed..warm male seed on her face

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Those startling Korra dirty slags have so grand-boobed and fat-assed bodies that it would be full shit not to make them scream with pleasure. Don’t loose the stunning chance to watch a sexy babe Korra riding astraddle a big cock while her mouth is penetrated with a juicy dick. Feels like fuck-huungry Korra beauties haven’t been drilled for the eternity!

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Being angry while getting fucked makes Korra to look so cute!

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Hentai Picture: Being angry while getting fucked makes Korra to look so cute!
Korra doxies under no circumstances lose a chance stripping off and engulfing some fat cream between their skins… Wet Korra bitch dreams for this awesome black tool shoved deep into her asshole, and then blow it till it dumps cream into her mouth and on her face… Sex-starved Korra getting fucked in the mouth like a pro and assriding the hard way.

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Jinora loves it when whole load goes straight into her cumhungry mouth!

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Incidentally, isn’t it a Korra roll in the hay I can see on a pic? Jinora feasts a few Percies as her pussy is overendowed with a phallus… This thread deals with only teen characters from Korra and launch them upon all kinds of horniest adventures…

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Busty Korra like suck fat dick

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Incidentally, it is not an Korra intercourse I can see in this picture? A whore from Korra DPed between a two-team of big staffs that have her face dumped with warm and sticky jizz… Korra qualifies her friar carnal delights and enforces him to lose the trick eventually…

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Sexy Avatar Korra Porn Story: Together

Sexy Avatar Korra Porn Story: Together

“I still can’t believe we actually won!” she exclaims giddily. “Like, we actually won the whole tournament!”

Mako grins down at her, opening the door to his and Bolin’s room.

“Yep,” he smirks. “We did it.”

Korra skips into the room, still feeling like she’s walking on clouds; she can’t remember ever having felt so happy, nor ever having seen Mako this happy. They’ve been out celebrating the whole evening – it’s past midnight now, and the two of them had decided to head home, leaving Bolin with multiple girls swooning over him.

She’d given her share of the winnings to the brothers; she doesn’t need or want the money, and she knows how much the winnings had meant to Mako; she’s sure Mako and Bolin are going to invest in an apartment of their own as soon as they can.

Mako shuts the door, stepping past her and lighting a candle on the table by the window.

She dances around the room, laughing, utterly happy, aware of Mako’s penetrating gaze following her every move. She stops and looks at him.

“What is it?” she asks curiously.

He shakes his head and clears his throat awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mutters. “Just thinking.”

She nods, unconvinced. “Uh-huh.”

Korra pads over to him and meets his heated gaze.

“What’s on your mind?” she murmurs softly, knowing something’s bothering him. She takes his hand in hers, eyes still fixed firmly on his handsome face.

“Korra…” he whispers, and before she knows it, his lips are pressed gently to hers, his hands cupping her face. Her eyes widen in shock and surprise before she gives in to the sensations suddenly coursing through her as his lips move against hers, eyes fluttering shut. She wraps her arms around his neck and his arms wrap around her waist, holding her tightly against him.

All too soon for her liking, he pulls away, amber eyes unreadable as he studies her face, gauging her reaction.

“I.. I don’t know what came over me,” he stutters, obviously embarrassed. “Sorry.”

She grins saucily at him. “Don’t be.”

Truth to be told, she’s wanted to know what this would be like with him for a long time now; she’s not blind, after all, and he is very handsome. Tall, lean and muscled, too – she’s seen how the girls stare at him, heard how they cheer him on in the Pro Bending Arena – and really, Korra knows she’s had a crush on him for a long time now, maybe even more than just a crush.

It’s not just his appearance, either, but she has to admit that she’s fallen for the whole mysterious, tall dark stranger thing; she remembers when she first saw him and recalls the immediate attraction she’d felt. It’s amplified by the way that he’s not like Bolin in that aspect; easy to get, easier to lose.

Of course she loves him, as a friend, but there’s been something more stirring in the pit of her stomach when their gazes meet, when she steals glances at him out of the corner of her eye. It might just be her imagination, but she swears Mako’s gaze often lingers on her, too, when he thinks she’s not looking.

And now she has a chance, a shot at something more; she tells herself that maybe, just maybe, he likes her too.

Which is why she tangles her fingers in his hair and brings his head down so that she can crush her lips to his, eliciting a surprised noise from him. A second passes – she briefly wonders if she’s miscalculated; maybe him kissing her was just a spur of the moment decision that he regrets? – but her doubts vanish when he responds.

A soft moan escapes her lips as he pulls her lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. Acting on a whim, she darts her tongue out to meet his, teasing him before quickly pulling back. Mako growls – she snickers slightly – then welds his lips to hers again, gently parting them and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

She gasps at the sensations as their tongues clash, unwrapping her arms from around his neck in favor of exploring his body, running her hands down his shoulders, arms and chest, marveling at the rippling, sinewy muscle under her fingers.

Korra tugs at his jacket, wanting him to remove it – he gets the hint and pulls back to quickly discard his jacket and scarf, leaving him in his undershirt. She grins appreciatively at him, and a smirk slowly spreads its way over his face.

“Your turn,” he says, looking expectantly at her. Not to be outdone, she unties her fur-lined pelt, letting it drop to the floor, then kicks off her boots. She raises an eyebrow at him.

“You again,” she whispers, reaching forward to wrap her fingers in the hem of his shirt, then tugging it over his head.

She can’t help but stare, finally given the opportunity to take in the sight of a shirtless Mako without having to quickly avert her eyes and pretend that she hadn’t been ogling him (it’d happened quite a few times after training or a match). A jolt runs through her, fading into a slight ache between her legs.

He’s muscled, but not overly so – in a subtle, sensual way which she finds even more attractive. She lightly runs her fingers over the hard planes of his chest, exploring, as he watches her every move. Tentatively, he places his hands on her waist, slipping his fingers under her shirt, giving the faintest tug upwards, eyes fixed on hers. She nods in assent and lets him pull her shirt off, leaving her in her chest wraps.

Mako’s eyes gravitate to the slight swell of her cleavage, barely visible above her wraps. Her heart beats faster. Korra leans forward to kiss him again, and his fingers ghost lightly over her chest as he kisses her back. She gasps at the feeling, arching into his touch, silently begging him for more.

She pulls back, and, almost unconsciously, her fingers move to undo his belt, but once she’s jolted into reality and notices what she’s about to do, she stops, hesitation and uncertainty replacing her desire. Korra knows she wants this, but she doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing, doesn’t want to be used and discarded by him.

Though loath to admit it, she’s also unsure of herself – she’s never done anything like this with anyone before. Sure, she’s kissed guys here and there; a few – okay, two – guys back at the Southern Water Tribe, but those were just light pecks on the lips, nothing more. Korra wants this to be real, wants Mako to want her not just for her body, but for who she is – but mainly, she doesn’t want to regret this in the morning.

A smaller part of her is also worried that what if she’s making a complete fool of herself, considering she has no idea what to do. She’s never thought Mako to be incredibly experienced in this department – has he even had a girlfriend before? – but then again, maybe he gets around just like Bolin does, except he’s just more subtle about it.

He senses her hesitation and tilts her chin up so that their eyes meet – in his eyes, she sees multiple emotions swirling around, and his gaze scorches her, ignites her, makes her want this even more. But she’s still unsure of herself.

“I.. I’ve never done anything like this before,” she confesses, her voice no more than a whisper, averting her gaze and opting to look at her feet instead. “I’ve never even gone this far with anyone.”

A few beats pass before she can bring herself to meet his gaze. What if he thinks this is going too far, what if she’s already crossed the line by insinuating that she wants something more? Or what if he thinks she’s a total loser since she doesn’t know what to do, since she’s never done this before? Normally, she’d laugh in his face if she thought he’d think this of her, but now, in this situation, his opinion actually matters.

Mako smiles crookedly at her. “Me neither. We can learn together.”

Relief courses through her; he’s just as inexperienced and probably just as lost right now as she is. Korra sighs in relief.

“Is this-” she gestures vaguely at his pants “-okay?”

His face becomes serious as he gazes at her. “Korra, just how far are we intending to take things tonight?”

She blushes at the implication of his words. “I don’t know, I mean, now might be a bad time to tell you, but I’ve kind of liked you for a while now, you know, as more than a friend.”

Mako stiffens, eyes widening. Immediately, she feels nervous. What if he thinks she’s totally pathetic or something?

Then she takes in a deep breath and stiffens her spine. Alright then, Mako’s entitled to his own stupid opinion, but she’s still going to try to salvage their friendship if he’s going to reject her now.

She opens her mouth to tell him right to his face that she doesn’t just want a one-night stand with him, that if that’s what he’s out for, then he can piss right off, but before she has a chance to say so, his lips are crushed to hers again.

He pulls back after a mere second.

“So, is now a good time to tell you that I’m in love with you then?” he whispers hoarsely. She feels him trembling slightly, and knows he’s telling the truth; he’s also about to have a nervous breakdown, it seems.

Her heart beats out a jagged, erratic rhythm, and she almost wobbles on her feet. This is more than she’s bargained for, more than she’s ever expected – she’s never expected Mako to flat out say something like this, either.

Suddenly shy, she traces patterns on his chest with a finger.

“I.. have feelings for you too,” she whispers back. “So, now what?”

“We can continue where we’ve left off, if you’d like,” he suggests, holding her tightly against him.

Korra nods.

Somehow, they end up in his bed, both of them clad only in their undergarments. As Mako reaches tentatively out to undo her chest wraps, a thought strikes her.

“Wait!” she exclaims. “What about, I mean, what if Bolin comes home?”

Mako laughs quietly. “Trust me, Korra. He won’t be back anytime soon, if those girls swarming over him earlier were any indication of that. I promise.”

Relieved, she arches her back off the bed to let him remove her chest wraps, sucking in a breath as she’s fully exposed from the waist up, the cool air in the room coming into contact with her skin. She feels Mako’s gaze burning her, sees him stare at her breasts. She’s never given much thought to her, well, assets, but personally, she’s always thought she’s had a nice pair; well-sized, too.

Except she has no idea what’s going on in his mind. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, she moves to cross her arms over her chest.

“Don’t,” he says, stopping her. “You’re beautiful, Korra.”

Almost hesitantly, his hand reaches up to cup her breast, his questioning gaze meeting hers.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and she understands that he’s worried she’ll shy away, worried he’s being too assertive. Except he’s not being assertive at all.

“Mako,” she snaps, “If you don’t touch me right now, you’re never going to get any.”

His eyes widen slightly in surprise at her blunt statement, then he smirks devilishly, and before she can react, the weight of his body is off hers, and he’s gotten out of the bed. Korra opens her mouth to protest, but he’s back in a flash, having gathered something off the floor.

Confused, she suddenly realizes with a jolt what he’s going to do, only a second before he puts his plan into action.

Taking his scarf, he wraps it around her wrists, then ties it around the bedpost, effectively subduing her. He smirks down at her.

“Happy now?” he rumbles. His fingers trace paths around her breasts, teasing her mercilessly, never touching her nipples. Korra cries out in frustration, feeling herself soaking through her underwear.

“Dammit, Mako, stop teasing me!” she exclaims, panting heavily.

He continues to circle his fingers around her nipples, never touching them, just teasing her.

“Say please,” he commands her, grinning wickedly. Her eyes widen slightly, surprised that he’s the dominant one here.

“No way,” she grits out between clenched teeth.

Still grinning, Mako bends his head over her chest, leaning down and beginning to slowly lick circles around her left nipple. Korra can’t help herself; she cries out with desire.

“Say it,” he tells her again. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She glares defiantly at him, but inside, her resolve is weakening, and she’s sure he knows it. He leans forward, and suddenly she can feel him, feel the bulge in his underwear pressing against her thighs. He rocks his hips forward, the friction making her moan, though it does nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache between her legs.

“Please,” she whimpers, looking him in the eyes. “Touch me, Mako.”

He smirks smugly – she wants to wipe that smirk off his face.

“Where, Korra? Tell me,” he rumbles.

She struggles against her bonds, trying to free her hands, but to no avail. Slumping back in defeat, she sighs.

“Everywhere,” she says. “Just do it. Please.”

His smirk grows, and then he’s palming her breasts, pinching her nipples and suckling on them. She cries out, loudly, and jerks her hips up, trying to rub against him to seek relief for the oh so prominent ache between her legs.

One hand still kneading and palming her breast, Mako reaches his other hand further down, tracing a path down her stomach to between her legs, to touch the soaked cloth that covers her from his hungry eyes.

“Did I make you this way, Korra?” he whispers into her ear. “Are you wet for me?”

She nods, unable to form coherent words, as he finger traces up and down her soaked underwear, still teasing her.

“Untie me, Mako,” she whispers. “I want to touch you.”

To her surprise, he does as she asked, letting his scarf fall to the floor. This time, she’s the one to smirk as she reaches down and slips her hand into his boxers, firmly gripping him. He emits a strangled groan, the look on his face priceless.

She removes her hand, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

“Take them off,” she says, and he does, simultaneously as she lifts her hips, allowing him to slip her soaked underwear off. The garments are tossed unceremoniously onto the floor, and suddenly Korra’s fully aware of the fact that she’s naked, completely naked, in front of a guy, who’s also naked.

She’s never felt this vulnerable before, not even when confronting Amon and his Equalists. Again, Mako sense her insecurity and kisses her gently.

“It’s alright,” he whispers. “We can stop if you want. I won’t hurt you, or do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Gratefully, she returns the kiss.

“I don’t want to stop,” she confesses, blushing. Mako grins, kissing his way down her neck, leaving a small love bite on her collarbone. In retaliation, she grips him once again, eliciting a hiss from him, then strokes up and down a few times, marveling at the feel of him in her hand.

Korra’s never even seen a guy fully naked – except on the diagrams they’d used to explain these kinds of things to her back at the South Pole. Fascinated, she watches his face to see how he reacts as she strokes him, marveling at how hard and hot he is.

She grins at him.

Suddenly, that smirk is back on his face, and then he slides one of his fingers into her. This time, it’s her turn to emit some kind of unintelligible noise of pleasure at the feel of him inside her. Slowly, he withdraws his finger, adding another, pumping in and out.

She whimpers helplessly at how good it feels.

“Faster,” she tells him, clutching his shoulders as he grants her request. His thumb reaches out to rub her clit, and she practically wails with pleasure, sure she’s about to come completely undone at any minute.

“I.. I need you inside of me,” she manages to pant. “All of you, Mako.”

He stills above her, heated gaze locking onto hers. “You’re sure about this, Korra? You won’t regret it in the morning?”

“I’m sure,” she whispers. He nods, adjusting himself above her, and then she feels him at her entrance.

“Last chance,” he says, studying her expression. She tilts her hips upwards and wraps her legs around him, smiling at him.

With one sharp, fluid thrust, he’s fully inside of her – Korra can’t help but cry out slightly from the jolt of pain that accompanies his entrance, but the look of ecstasy on his face makes it worth it. The feeling of being filled, stretched, is unknown to her, but not entirely unpleasant.

Mako trembles slightly above her, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Slowly, he opens his eyes, worry etched in his features.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, caressing her face. She leans into his touch.

“It’ll pass,” she says. And it does – a few seconds later and everything feels decidedly less unpleasant to her. She’s no expert at these kind of things, but she’s sure the effort Mako’s making to hold still has to be immense.

“You can move now,” she says, and he does, slowly at first, pace quickening as he thrusts in and out of her. She whimpers, clutching onto his shoulders, the sensations coursing through her body, setting her on fire. It doesn’t hurt anymore; the pleasure is overriding the pain.

“I’m.. almost there,” Mako grinds out, pace growing frantic.

She jerks her hips up to meet his every thrust, and suddenly she’s crying out as lights explode behind her eyes and she’s thrown over the edge into bliss. Vaguely, she notes Mako’s gasping and trembling against her, then he collapses onto her, burying his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder.

He rolls them over onto their sides, wrapping an arm around her, stroking her hair with his other hand and pulling the covers over them. Korra can’t help but think that she’s probably a mess right now, all sweaty and sticky and disgusting – but content, nevertheless.

“You alright?” Mako murmurs, and she kisses him softly in response, then tucking her head under his chin.

“Yeah,” she answers. “Just a bit sore.”

He chuckles quietly. They’re both silent for a few moments, and Korra wonders how much things have changed between them; if they’re.. together now. Mako clears his throat and she looks up at him.

“Was it.. I mean.. did you.. like it?” he asks, obviously uncomfortable. Realizing what he means, she can’t help but laugh – he’s actually insecure, about his prowess of all things. Mako, insecure. Her laughing probably isn’t helping things; he’s blushing now – she can tell, even in the dimly lit room.

“You were great,” she smirks. “Besides, I think we’ll get better given practice, don’t you?”

He’s silent, gaze unreadable.

“What is it?” she asks, suddenly worried.

“Look, Korra,” he says, sounding determined. “If I’m yours, then it goes both ways. You’re mine, too, and I don’t want anyone else in the picture. At all.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Of course not, idiot,” she says, playfully nudging him. “So does that mean we’re a couple now?”

He in turn raises an eyebrow at her. “I don’t know, does it?”

Korra rolls her eyes. “Yes, Mako, it does.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. “We should get some sleep.”

With a huge yawn, she nods, eyes closing immediately.

She’s not entirely sure he says it, nor entirely sure she’s still awake, but she swears she hears him whisper it nonetheless; “I love you”.

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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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Korra and femmes having preetty ultra-kinky girly-girl soiree tonight!

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High time to present some special sort of Korra retold in erotic key. Have sight of at the tasty gadget Ikki being bunch-punched with her jolly stretchy melons spunkled with cum and her hidebound bearded clam that is reamed and poked and joombye of. Let’s get inspired by a cum dumpster from Korra that is getting pumped right on the floor when she was shopping a short while ago…

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Big boobs are awesome but apparently Asami Sato is more interested in what Korra has in her panties…

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Hentai Picture: Big boobs are awesome but apparently Asami Sato is more interested in what Korra has in her panties…
Take a gander at unreally-formed boss Korra ginches toileted in petty mocker that unlikely encompassed their whomping pairs… Another young hottie from Korra got those perfect big boobs to show us and she can never reject any man or boy. Korra can’t hold back to be bonked in her ass and pussy and when it finally happens she goes off hard!

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