Avatar Korra and her youthfull Girlfriends play in all girl games

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Legend of Korra Porn Story: Wanting

Legend of 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. Continue reading
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Korra Porno Story: Ideal – Chapters 1 and Two

Korra Porno Story: Ideal – Chapters 1 and Two

Chapter 1
He thinks this is perfect. There is nothing more that can be right and she just feels so good.
He can’t remember how they got this tangled, bodily or personally. He remembers her excitement at watching her first pro-bending match and her surprise minutes later. He remembers Bolin’s subtle hints through out their training of how she was ripe and ready for more advanced bending. He remembers her blush she she asked him for a drink.
He remembers her awkward fumbling through their first date, and their second and third (he likes that she’s so green). He loves the way her nose wrinkles at things she can’t stand or thinks are horrible tasting. He listens to her rant about Chief Bei Fong and how unfair she is and shouldn’t she give the Avatar some slack? He listens and bites his tongue because he knows Chief Bei Fong never gives orphans any slack. Continue reading
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Korra Porn Story : Together

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.

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Killer doll Korra want catfight right now

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Mako and Bolin team up tto give this busty bitch an unforgetable DP!

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Korra is supporting buttfuck going knuckle deep with both mitts!

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Avatar Korra Porn Story: Together

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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Sexy avatar Korra shows her massive melons

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Sexy Korra Porn Story: work-out

Sexy 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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