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Korra Bending	By : Clocktower Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 4998 -:- 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
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“I think that's it. Turn here,” said Suyin, pointing through the satomobile's rain-lashed window to the turnoff for the newly finished Republic Hotel. Bold, white banners proclaiming the place's grand opening hung limp in the downpour while Lin grumbled about not being blind as she made the turn.

From the backseat Avatar Korra saw several satomobiles parked in the hotel's main lot; Kuvira's people. They were the only vehicles, for the hotel's grand opening had been cut short by the arrival of the Earth Kingdom army. How many people had Kuvira brought? Korra's mind ran wild with the possibilities as Lin parked. They all got out and ducked under black umbrellas, hurrying for the hotel's lobby.

Even Korra, who preferred the saddle of a sky bison to a cushy hotel suite, found the air of stillness inside the building strange. Only the places they needed to go were lighted, and their whispering footsteps over the fresh carpet sounded like a parade given how quiet all else was.

They found the other party in the dining room.

Korra's chest froze the instant she saw Kuvira sitting at the head of a long table. Seated beside her was Asami, so close their shoulders were touching. Realizing this presentation had likely been planned to undermine her confidence, she quickly surveyed the rest of the table. There was Ginger, the red-headed mover star Bolin had been gaga over. There was Opal, of course, and rounding things off appeared to be none other than Zhu Li, her presence strangely lopsided without Varrick nearby.

If the sight of Korra's entourage perturbed the Great Uniter in any way, she hid it well.

“Avatar Korra, greetings,” said Kuvira. “What can I do for you?”

“You know why I'm here, Kuvira,” said the Avatar.

“You want a rematch. Understandable, most people do,” she said, her hand falling over the back of Asami's, who hadn't yet looked up from the table. “My question is, why should I give you one?”

“Because our agreement was that I leave Zaofu to you, we didn't say anything about Republic City. I'd love to resolve this peacefully, but if I need to enter the Avatar State and wipe out an army today, that's cool, too,” said Korra.

No one liked the dark twinkle in the Great Uniter's eyes just then, but it was fleeting. “I think we'd all prefer a peaceful solution,” said Kuvira. “So I'll grant you a rematch, but since I've beaten you soundly once already, I get to set the terms.”

Korra looked annoyed, though she'd known this would happen. They all did. “Let's hear them,” she said.

“We'll keep it simple. If I win, you agree to spend your term as Avatar defending the interests of the United Earth Empire. If you win... I'll turn power over to that idiot, Prince Wu.”

While everyone had known the likely stakes ahead of time, the temperature in the room seemed to drop as they were spoken out loud. Even Ginger, who'd been examining her immaculate fingernails the entire time, looked up. Korra swallowed a lump in her throat, hoping the confidence she felt wasn't hollow. “I accept,” she said. “Where are we doing this?”

Part of her hoped it would be on the table in front of everyone, but it seemed Kuvira had another scenario in mind. She looked around the room and pointed to Opal. “You'll have to go through her, first, Avatar. These are all people who've agreed to be my seconds.”

Opal sat rigid in her seat, keeping her face still as possible to hide her shame. Korra cleared her throat, turned to Kya. “You got this?”

“I got this,” said Kya, licking her lips at the prospect of having Opal to herself, oblivious to the girl's mother and aunt cringing beside her.

Unperturbed, Kuvira pointed to the mover-star. “Ginger...”

“I'll have her,” said Lin, stepping forward, eyeing the redhead as if she were a choice piece of hard candy. Ginger returned the interest with a look of bored indifference, but with her new eyes Korra could plainly see she was indeed curious as to what the city's police chief might have to offer.

“Zhu Li,” Kuvira said, knowing it would be Suyin who raised her hand. “Well, Avatar, it seems you're out of seconds while I've got one more to spare.”

It was the first time Asami had looked at Korra since the meeting had begun, and the Avatar now dearly wished she'd brought Pema with her, or at least hit her cousin, Eska, up for a favor, but it was too late. The look in Asami's eyes... Korra had been prepared for anything but mournfulness. What was she lamenting? Korra's imminent defeat? The loss of Republic City? Their...

“Fine by me,” said Korra, casting aside her self-doubt, having finally seen it for what it was, a tool to check overconfidence. “I was hoping I'd get a warm-up anyway.”

Kuvira's soft chuckle made everyone squirm. “Let's get started then. My people will lead your people to where they need to go.”

XXX

Lin followed the shapely mover-star down the hall, wondering if she'd taste anything like her namesake, or if she'd be spicier, as the color of her hair and the sway in her tight, rounded hips implied.

“Here's our room,” said Ginger, pulling a key from her bra to unlock a door in the middle of the hall. “Say, ain't you the police chief? How'd you get wrapped up in all this, anyway?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” said Lin, her eyes falling inevitably to the woman's feet. Sheathed in dark nylon, they fit snugly into a little pair of pointed, black shoes. Lin liked her whips and chains, but when she couldn't have those, she liked toes. At the moment, though, was savoring the catty glare the mover-star was aiming at her, how the woman's pretty face was made all the more stunning by the expert application of makeup. The woman was almost like a painting, one Lin looked forward to ruining.

“A girl's gotta make a livin',” Ginger said, leading the way into the room.

The Republic Hotel was wired for electricity, and Lin was able to use her bending to flip the switch on the lamp by the bed. Ginger stood in the dim light letting her coat slip off her shoulders, revealing the strapless green dress she wore. She tossed the coat to Lin, who caught it in a tight fist and hung it up by the closet while the mover-star made her dress fall around her ankles with little more than an artful wiggle. Nude save for a pair of nylons, Ginger slid into the bed and prepared to shed them. Lin caught her by the heel. “Leave them,” she said, holding up Ginger's foot, her mouth watering while she pretended to admire the length of her leg.

“Sure thing,” said Ginger, happily wiggling her toes. They were driving Lin wild, but she kept an air of outward calm as she slowly took off her own clothes. She'd worn nothing special for this, figuring rightly that her no-nonsense demeanor was key to her overall charm. Naked and feeling like she was paying for this, she hoped onto the bed and hooked Ginger by the legs, shifting the redhead to where she wanted her.

“You like my feet? I just had a pedicure, you know,” Ginger said, wiggling her toes in front of Lin's face.

The chief held Ginger's feet in both hands, savoring them like a young man faced with his first pair of breasts. Her nose lingered over the blue lacquered nails, their color filtered through the sheer nylon. “Jin Fay's, on Second Street,” said Lin, taking another light whiff. “Yanni is using the cheap shellac again.”

She rested the balls of Ginger's feet against her throat and stroked the mover-star's legs while enjoying the look spreading across her pretty, made-up face. “That's a pretty good guess,” said Ginger, laughing nervously. “You, uh, must really be into feet.”

Lin's hands walked their way up the woman's calves, enjoying how her soft muscles and skin felt under the nylon. She explored the soles of Ginger's feet with her thumbs, not surprised at all by what pressure points sent faint pulses of energy down her legs and what ones didn't.

“You've had a footjob before, haven't you?” said Lin, nibbling Ginger's pinky toes in turn, taking her time with one before moving to the other.

“Mmmaybe,” said Gingery, coyly, wiggling the two toes currently held between Lin's lips.

Lin had always loved interrogating perps like Ginger, punks who thought they knew everything and could toy with the law, when it truth it was already over for them. She slid her knee against Ginger's pussy, feeling her wetness through the nylons. She let the redhead grind against her knee as best she could while Lin got lost between her toes for a little while. It wasn't every day a fresh, young celebrity let you suck her feet, even if you were the chief of police.

Whoever had Ginger's feet before Lin had left her chakra points primed and ready. Her thumbs polished the woman's heels through the nylon, releasing hot chi into her arches which Lin pushed into the toes with her fingers. She could almost feel her lips tingle from the energy, meanwhile her opponent had broken out in a heavy sweat.

Time to step things up a notch, Lin thought as she slid her body under Ginger's, leaving them both stretched out on the bed, their feet in each other's faces. She used her teeth to strip the nylons from Ginger's legs and feasted on them again as if they were fresh. Lin let out a heavy sigh of immense satisfaction as she sucked each toe before shoving her tongue between them. Ginger had impeccable feet, the best Lin had ever tasted. She'd be in a lot of trouble if the mover-star had the first clue on how to return the favor, and was a little worried when she finally took Lin's bait and clamped her lips around a big toe. Her concern didn't last. Ginger's boring old sucking didn't trigger anything in Lin, but it did make her toe nice and slippery. Pulling her foot away, she slid it between Ginger's legs, found the soft, wet place her knee had been worrying for most of this time.

“H-hey, that's... ooh... oh...”

Lin had her broad, plump big toe right against her opponent's clitoris, drawing wide, slow circles, fast, tight ones, and when she needed to rest her ankle all she had to do was wiggle the thing to send deep, powerful pulses of bliss through the redhead's body. Lin held her feet and watched her toes violently curl while the first orgasm tore through her, then the second. The mover-star grabbed the headboard as if she were falling, let out a string of expletives and animal noises that would have seen her arrested for disorderly conduct had she been out on the street. Lin watched until she saw the woman's makeup running down her face along with beads of sweat. Satisfied with her performance and her victory, she turned her attention back to heels, toes, arches, and ankles, absent-mindedly making the mover-star cum over and over again.
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