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Korra Bending	By : Clocktower Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 5001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-10
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 9
- 10
- 11
The lights flickered as rain lashed the corrugated steel roof. Asami pushed her goggles up, watched the lights stumble and brown before recovering.

“I can't work like this,” she said to no one.

Her workshop was in a camp east of Zaofu, where only the Great Uniter's most trusted personnel were allowed. As such, there weren't many people around; that much was fine with Asami, given the clothing she'd been assigned to wear around the shop.

Calling it clothing was being generous. One black string around her waist, the other between her legs, and two circles of cloth that barely covered her nipples, is what she'd been given to stand around in while she worked on Kuvira's list of demented projects.

At first she'd been relieved to learn she wouldn't be building weapons to attack her beloved Republic City, or anyone else, but as she got started she had begun to wonder if she wasn't doing humanity an even more severe disservice. Time would tell, she thought, returning her attention from the flickering lights to what lay on the table.

Fifteen inches in length, double-sided, thick as her wrist at room temperature, when it was complete it would either be the finest marital aid ever created or it would set human sexuality back thirty generations. Made from layers of various experimental synthetic materials, hosting an internal clockwork that gave it all manner of hidden abilities, Asami was just as eager to see it in action as she was to see it destroyed. Had she not lost her gambit with Kuvira, she'd never have even considered making such a thing.

The door behind her opened. Kuvira's scent filled the room. The Great Uniter had never been particularly odoriferous, but ever since... that day, Asami's nose and taste buds had been particularly attuned to her presence. She kept working as Kuvira came up behind her, standing over her shoulder as threaded a wire thin as a human hair. A light tap on her backside made her put her tools down.

“Yes, my Empress?” she said, as per the protocol she'd been given. Or at least thought she'd been given. Why was she calling Kuvira her Empress?

“Don't worry about the power. Lightning hit one of the transformers, but the backups are working just fine. How are things progressing here?”

Her breath was on Asami's neck, raising the temperature in the room by several degrees. She kept her eyes fixated on her work, even though she could feel Kuvira's rough uniform against her bare skin. “I've added the features on the list I was given yesterday, but the diodes are crowding the storage bladders and...”

Kuvira's hand against the small of her back sent a bolt of energy up her spine, stopping her words in her throat. She shivered as the Great Uniter's fingers walked up her back to press two particular points on her neck, points that turned Asami's mind and body to jelly.

“Excuses,” said Kuvira, softly, though the word was like a hot iron bar through Asami's ears. “Is it usable right now?”

How easy it had once been to lie, to tell someone a thing she knew wasn't true and to be safe in the knowledge they couldn't tell because they didn't understand what she was talking about to begin with. There was no lying to Kuvira, not for her, not anymore. After that day in Zaofu, the woman had taken her to bed on a nightly basis, shown her repeatedly why she was called the Great Uniter, the Earth Empress. Asami had been laid out, explored, mapped, diagrammed, dissected, made to cum every way there was to cum and had been made grateful for it. She hadn't even argued when told to do her work dressed in a string.

“Yes. All the phase one and two features are safe and ready to go.”

“Phase three?”

Asami felt the beads of sweat on her skin reaching critical mass. One rolled down the middle of her back and was stopped by Kuvira's finger. She kept her eyes forward, heard Kuvira sucking her finger clean, heard herself being tasted.

“The diodes are still too close to the bladders in the center ring. I think I can miniaturize them, but it's going to take some time,” said Asami.

Kuvira touched her shoulder, brought her lips against her ear. “Pack it up and take it to the third shed down from the warehouse. I'll meet you there,” she said, and slapped Asami hard on the rump.

“Y-yes, Empress,” said Asami.

XXX

Asami crossed the road in the driving rain dressed in little more than a long trench coat, carrying an umbrella in one hand and a steel case in the other. She ducked into the dome-shaped shed and collapsed the umbrella, shaking from her hair what rain it had collected. The shed was for storing tools, and, it appeared, prisoners.

In the middle of the room, under a bare lightbulb hung from a long cord, was a healer's chair, stirrups and all, which seated a nude Opal Beifong, her green eyes flashing like caustic acid. She'd been buckled into the chair, but Asami could all that really held her in place was her honor. What did concern her was the trolley next to the chair, upon which lay a row of surgical instruments and an hourglass.

“What's going on here?” said Asami, looking at Kuvira who stood smugly behind Opal, the light above her head flickering.

“Opal thought she'd succeed where everyone else failed,” said Kuvira, walking behind the trolley, keeping her hands folded behind her back. “Had she left well enough alone she'd have been free to do what she wants, provided that didn't involve interfering with me, but since it's not in her nature to accept any situation she doesn't like, she's decided she wants another contest, now with much higher stakes.”

The young airbender had been fuming the entire time Kuvira had been speaking. “You cheated! I don't know how, but you won't be able to do it again!” she said.

Rolling her eyes, Kuvira addressed Asami. “For this contest, I'm not allowed to touch her. I'm only allowed to use my bending, and by extension, you. If she can outlast the timer, she goes free and I withdraw my forces. If she doesn't, well...”

What Asami had taken for surgical instruments were in fact the elements to a piercing kit. From the looks of things, Opal would soon be getting three. “You really shouldn't have done this,” said Asami to the brash airbender.

The girl had been fuming and now looked like she might explode. “Let's just get this over with,” she said through clenched teeth. “When I beat you two, I'll be sure to tell Korra how much fun you're both having together!”

A sudden coldness stiffened Asami's back. Her eyes narrowed. She'd always liked Opal, the girl made her think of wildflowers; pretty as they were hardy, but there was a delicateness to them that gave them their beauty. The little flower blooming in front of her certainly was lovely and rugged, but wouldn't last long against whirlwind.

It was hot in here. Asami unbuttoned her coat and hung it on one of the shelves before sliding the case over by the healer's chair. She went up to Opal, stood over her as if planning a strategy, letting the girl think she posed a challenge. She looked fresh and wet, as if the beating Kuvira had given her had happened a day or more ago. Opal probably thought she'd been given a break. On her knees, Asami studied Opal's little pink bloom, saw a thin line of dew glistening between its petals. Slowly she raised her eyes, waited until she saw just a glimmer of understanding before calling for the timer.

“Go,” said Kuvira, as the flipped timer thumped onto the trolley.

Asami laid her hands on Opal's knees and savored the feel of the young airbender's velvet skin against her palms. Opal had been expecting her to jump right in, a rookie maneuver. As her hands passed over Opal's inner thighs, Asami watched it slowly dawn on the girl that she was in the hands of a master. She squeezed the tender skin framing Opal's womanhood, felt her entire body shiver. She traced a circle around the pink with her finger before extending her tongue and collecting some of the dew. A whimper escaped the doomed airbender's throat, but Asami wouldn't let herself be pulled in and kept working by inches.

Both watched the timer from the corner of their eye, the falling white sands bringing hope to one and a sense of surety to the other. As her tongue lovingly rolled the girl's clitoris, Asami found herself torn. She wanted Opal to hold out, to beat Kuvira, but knowing she couldn't, instead Asami wished she'd just relax and let herself cum. All she'd done so far was tease the girl and already the joints in her toes were popping from involuntary curling.

With her eye on the falling white sand, Asami's teasing torture slowly became a full on assault, her tongue easily finding the cracks in Opal's brittle armor and mercilessly burrowing into them, causing gaping fissures to form. The girl couldn't take a single breath without hitching, her wrists threatened to come free of their straps as her knuckles turned bone white... the poor girl would break any moment, but Asami knew how this had to end, and after one, long lick from the bottom of Opal's flower to the top, she pulled away.

“Asami,” Opal said, a pleading look in her green eyes.

In silence, Asami opened the case and removed the dildo she'd been working on. Opal saw it between her legs and her eyes went wide as Asami raised it to her lips. Instead of taking it between her lips, she turned one of the small dials in the center and saw with some small satisfaction clear lubricant leak from the dildo's mico-pores.

“Self-lubricating... impressive,” said Kuvira. “Mind your time.”

“This ends now,” said Asami, locking eyes with Opal until the girl stopped her shuddering, having resigned herself to suffering the final blow of this contest.

The head of the phallus parted Opal's dripping petals and was readily accepted. Opal threw her head back and moaned as she took the length of it. Asami barely had to move her wrists to make the gliding friction that would spell Opal's doom, for she'd left the girl eager beyond denying. She eyed the timer, slowed down just a bit, making the pretty young airbender grunt like a farm animal until finally...

Opal's back arched, her head tilted upward as the sounds she made caught in her throat. The strap holding her right arm came loose and she threw it over her face as the orgasm tore her apart, leaving her a wet, panting mess.

“Bravo,” said Kuvira, lightly applauding. “And with time to spare.”

Asami gently slid the dildo from her vanquished opponent, marveling at how well it had worked. “What happens now?” she said, eyeing the instruments on the trolley.

“Now? Now, Opal gets those piercings she always wanted that her mother wouldn't allow. I'd invite you to stay, but this is something personal between us. You understand.”

Asami did not understand at all, but looking at Opal she could see this had been part of her agreement with Kuvira. She touched the underside of Opal's thigh with the back of her hand, a gesture she hoped would be felt and understood, and slowly pulled the dildo out. Opal's eyes fluttered and closed.

“I'll get back to work, then,” said Asami, putting on her coat. She didn't wait to be dismissed, nor did she bother with her umbrella, preferring to let the rain have her entirely on her way back to her workshop.

XXX

All around the White Lotus compound were vast fields of undisturbed snow, every flake and crystal reflecting sunlight back into Suyin's eyes as she walked down the airship gangplank. How anyone could stand to live in the frozen south she'd never understand.

“Yay, the South,” stated Kya flatly as she stepped off after Suyin. “Don't tell my mother I said this, but I'm really glad I was raised on Air Temple Island and not this place.”

“Why's that? Wouldn't all this snow be paradise to a waterbender?” said Lin, bringing up the rear.

“Right, because of all the water,” said Kya. “I guess that's why you take your vacations in abandoned iron mines?”

Lin lowered her eyelids in what might have been taken for simmering anger had it not been for the microscopic smile on her lips. Kya was smiling, too, like a child who'd stepped out of line for the sake of attention, even if that attention came by punishment.

They were met on the landing pad by White Lotus members who led them out of the bright chill. Since they expected to be here for at least a few hours, if not the entire day, they removed their shoes and had their overcoats taken to be hung elsewhere. In the compound's sitting room, they were served tea, jasmine with a hint of nothing else.

All stood when Katara entered the room. The woman had a significant bounce in her step despite her age and the chilly southern climate. “Oh, you all came? What a lovely surprise,” she said.

“We thought it would be safer for the Avatar to travel with all of us,” said Lin, casting another half-lidded glare in Kya's direction.

“How is she?” said Suyin.

“Oh, much better,” said Katara. “Her spirit was a little disordered, nothing some meditation couldn't set right. Happens to us all.”

Suyin sipped her tea and said nothing, letting Kya pick up the small chatter with her mother. She didn't doubt for an instant that Avatar Korra's spirit had been in disarray, given all the young woman had experienced in such a short time. By all accounts, Korra hadn't been able to catch a break since leaving the South Pole to complete her training. What Suyin wasn't buying was that all it had taken to set the Avatar right was some calm sitting and breathing exercises.

“You okay, Su?” said Kya, pouring her mother some tea.

“Oh, yes. I'm just admiring the architecture. I've always wanted to visit this place, I just never had...”

She felt Korra's presence before she saw her standing in the archway. The Avatar was like a low place in the earth, pulling all that was water, warmth, and growth to her gentle center. Fittingly, Kya was the first to break and be pulled. She met Korra in an embrace, stood back to bask in her glow as the others stood to mill around her, like planets in orbit.

“You didn't have to come all this way, I could've met you on Air Temple Island,” said Korra, her happiness at seeing them so obvious it made Suyin's chest flutter. “Su.! You're back! I'd heard...”

Suyin blushed, but standing in Korra's warm envelope she found herself strangely numb to true embarrassment. “Funny little story,” she mumbled. “You seem... better.”

Korra fixed her with a stare so utterly piercing it stopped her breath, sped up her heart, and made her womanhood tingle. “I feel better,” the Avatar said. “Like I got something out of my system.”

They spent the rest of the morning talking about Kuvira, how she'd secured Zaofu and some nearby villages and was becoming increasingly less coy about her plans for Republic City. Suyin found herself unable to take her eyes off Korra the entire time; all she could do was keep her face blank and hope she merely looked interested in whatever the Avatar was saying. It was difficult. The woman had changed profoundly, but it was a struggle to pinpoint just how.

While Katara led them on a tour of the compound, for the benefit of those who had not seen it in its entirety, or the new addition, Suyin found her sly attention being returned in full, with Korra going so far as to walk too close beside her, accidentally bumping into her, occasionally hard enough to warrant a quick apology.

They'd been planning to stay the night anyway, but if there had been any thought of leaving sooner it was squashed by news the airship they had come needed maintenance. The cold air didn't agree with it, and so after dinner they sat up late sipping fire wine in the compound's lounge. Katara turned in early after a small glass, Lin after a few larger ones, leaving Suyin to listen to Kya telling funny stories about her father, mostly to Korra's delight.

“So, Korra. You're better now, huh?” said Kya, following a tale that had made all their sides ache.

“Better than ever,” replied Korra, lounging with her wine glass on a short couch. Suyin had taken to gazing at the stars though the high windows, unable to look upon the Avatar without squirming in her seat.

The waterbender smiled through a sip of wine. “How do you know? Sure, you feel better, but... are you better?”

Korra said nothing and shrugged, splaying herself out even more along the couch. Suyin had already discretely mapped every bump and curve she could see beneath the Avatar's tight shirt and leggings, and now went over them all again.

“I'm just saying, wouldn't it be a little reckless for you to challenge Kuvira without knowing first?” said Kya, trying to catch Suyin's eye.

“It'd be downright irresponsible,” said Korra, her eyes on Suyin, who tightened under their blue attention. “Wouldn't it, Su?”

Suyin, who knew a thing or two about being irresponsible, swallowed the last of her wine and set her glass down hard on the sitting room table. “Are you calling me out, Avatar?”

The air in the room thickened, Korra gulped down what was left of her drink. “I am,” she said.

“Let's see what you can do, then,” said Suyin, making room for another on the love seat where she sat.

Korra stood up, locked her fingers and stretched out her arms while a giddy Kya moved closer to the love seat. She remembered her last tryst with the Avatar, how the girl had been overly eager and entirely in the dark about how to handle a woman like Suyin Beifong. Now, it all seemed reversed. Suyin had never truly met this person now crossing the room like a blue shadow, her energy rippling outward and playing across Suyin's spirit like the aurora above. Korra flowed into the space between Suyin's knees, shot over her body like a wave. The Avatar pulled off her shirt, dropped it over Suyin's face as she deftly untied the front of her blouse.

Suyin went to pull the shirt off her face only to have her wrist gently caught, her hand enveloped by the Avatar's and playfully squeezed. Unable to see, her mouth and nose filled with her partner's scent, she could only feel what was happening to her. Her blouse came open, the tie on her bra was undone, leaving her breasts in the care of warm hands with attentive fingers.

Su was expecting a slightly more competent Avatar, one who understood foreplay and how to properly set up a lover for a proper good time. What she experienced instead was almost spiritual. Korra's hands... Su's breasts loved attention as much as anyone's, but something was being unlocked, set free. Korra's fingers scouted and explored, turning out tiny, hidden bundles of nerves, little nuggets of pleasure that made her body sing from top to bottom. Time was being bent, Su was convinced, for the hands that felt her were moving agonizingly slow while at the same time washing over her all at once. She couldn't hold back a deep sigh, one that turned into a low moan as soft lips and a wet tongue were brought to bear.

She breathed heavily through Korra's shirt, but never once thought of tossing it aside. Any offense she might have mounted was likewise forgotten as the Avatar's entire body pressed against hers, grounding her as lines of electricity wound their way through her nerves.

This wasn't foreplay, she realized, Korra had gone straight for the kill, her hands and mouth charging Suyin's breasts, chasing streaks of pleasure between her navel and neck, making them faster and more intense. Suyin's pussy ached, she was so wet she couldn't stand it. Try as she might, she could get no leverage against Korra's leg, the Avatar was actively denying her, keeping her focus on Su's breasts.

All it took was a little pressure from Korra's knee. Suyin thought she'd exploded above the waist, her orgasm erupting from the back of her spine, leaving her to cum while breathing through her lover's shirt. It was no quick thing, either. Korra had made the buildup feel like a million years and the payoff was no different.

Kya slowly applauded while Korra dragged her shirt off Suyin's face. “That... that was...”

“The hottest thing I've ever seen,” said Kya. “The Avatar is back and better than ever - woo hoo! Me next!”

Korra took her on the floor while Suyin watched. Both were already red hot when they came together and sparks flew. Kya was a master of the slow build, but she could roll with the most intense lovers just as well and it was a joy watching her tussle with the young, freshly awakened Avatar. Still, she felt uneasy. It was the memory of her bout with Kuvira, how the woman had... known her so thoroughly, so quickly, how she'd effortlessly turned Suyin's own offense against her time and time again, how once Su had started cumming she hadn't been able to stop... Laying a hand on her bare chest, she held it there until her heart stopped fluttering.
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