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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
- 11-10
- 12-12
- 13-13
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Kuvira led them through the Grand Republic Hotel's concourse, walking a few paces ahead with her arms folded stiffly behind her back. As she made small-talk about the hotel and how it compared to the others in the city, Korra tried to make eye contact with Asami, who only had eyes for the floor beneath her feet. Would that she'd use them to keep from walking so close to Kuvira, bumping into her on occasion. All an act, Korra surmised, meant to throw her off her game.

The Presidential Suite was built for work, not play, but it was spacious and comfortable. Kuvira hit the light switches with her metalbending, used the same to open the door to the bedroom. The Avatar noticed right away that a room service trolley bearing a covered platter had been left there, likely on purpose.

“Shall I send for a pot of tea?” Kuvira said, her dark eyes flickering between Asami and Korra.

“None for me, thanks,” Korra said, swiftly.

“Asami? No? Very well.”

The Avatar had been expecting her to push hard on the tea, for that to somehow be the secret to her power. That it clearly was not was more of a blow than she'd been expecting, and the Great Uniter knew it.

“You and Asami have known each other for quite some time now, isn't that right?” Kuvira said, taking off her uniform coat and hanging it neatly on the rack by the door. “I hope the photos we sent you weren't disconcerting. Asami tells me you're less than adventurous in the bedroom, so we thought they might open your mind to new possibilities.”

We? Korra knew it couldn't be true, but Asami's lovely green eyes were still cemented to the floor.

“They were a little blurry,” said Korra, the memory of each image falling on her mind like blows from a hammer, enraging and arousing her with each strike.

“Were they? That's too bad,” said Kuvira, walking behind Asami, reaching around her to undo the golden buttons on her black coat. “Asami worked hard on those; didn't you, Asami?”

“Yes, Empress,” said Asami.

As she watched Asami slowly be disrobed, Korra couldn't help but chuckle.

“Something funny, Avatar?” said Kuvira, a thin line of annoyance lacing her tone.

“Oh, nah, it's just... the others all think you cheat, but you don't, you just play weird head games to psyche people out. You got under my skin the first time because... well, who couldn't? I was a basket-case from all that crap with the Red Lotus. Everyone else you either caught off-guard or you knew exactly what buttons to push. It's fine with me if Asami lost a bet and has to call you Empress. I'm sure she'll think of some other things to say once I'm finished with you.”

She tossed Asami's coat over the back of a chair. Like spiders, her hands crawled back over the woman's shoulders, undoing the buttons on her blouse, exposing pale skin and black lace. “Most battles are won or lost long before contact is ever made,” Kuvira said. “As I'll now demonstrate. If you want a shot at me, Avatar, all you have to do is make Ms. Asami Sato cum harder than I'm about to make her.”

Korra felt her blood temperature drop and her mouth run dry. Knowing an opponent's strategy wasn't the same thing as beating it, she realized, crossing her arms and leaning against the dresser while Asami stood still as a mannequin while being slowly, methodically stripped of her clothing. What the woman thought of this was impossible to say from her demeanor.

Leaving Asami on the bed in her black, lacy bra and panties, Kuvira took a few moments to free herself from her boots and trousers. In plain white undies and a loose tank top, she stood for a long moment as if about to enter a tough workout, letting the Avatar's eyes reacquaint themselves with her hard, lithe body before joining with Asami on the bed.

They were like two beads of mercury coming together, hands, lips, and legs entwining in ways too fluid to have been choreographed. Korra watched them kiss, saw how Asami's lips refused to let go as Kuvira slid down her body, using her teeth to unhook her bra with practiced ease. Low, slow moans followed sharp gasps, sounds new to Korra's burning ears. Asami was certainly making eye contact now, with the woman sliding down the length of her body, catching her black, lacy panties in her teeth and pulling them away.

Korra could tell how wet her Asami was from across the room, could hear it as Kuvira went into her, causing her back to arch and her hand to clutch the sheets. There was no looking away, no closing of the eyes as Asami was brought to the edge of climax time and time again, until...

Asami made a noise that almost sounded like a “No!” but was lost in the wave of mind-erasing bliss rolling through her. Kuvira didn't let up in the slightest, holding tight to Asami's thighs as the rest of her thrashed against the pillows and headboard. When it was done, Kuvira sat up, triumphant.

“Not my finest work, but it'll do,” said Kuvira, leaving the bed for a stuff chair. “She might not be ready for a little whi...”

“Korra!” Asami shouted, out of breath.

“Y-yeah?”

“Get over here. Now,” said Asami, her face flushed red, her green eyes blazing.

Korra gave a surly Great Uniter an impish look and joined Asami on the bed. Her long, black hair was disheveled, her nipples wet and pink, her skin had a sheen from the sweat she'd worked up; she was beautiful. Korra dove in without any preamble, taking the invitation from Asami's eyes. She could taste her enemy in her lover's mouth, could smell her in the soft of her neck. The Avatar made it her mission to cleanse her lover's body, to insert herself where she belonged. She took her time, telling Asami with her body and caresses all the things she'd wanted to tell her but couldn't. She spent more time between Asami's legs than she needed to, telling her with her tongue and lips how much she'd missed her, how much it had burned to watch her be ravaged by that other woman, how much she never wanted to leave.

It started with a hard jolt, then her legs came together.

“Oh...shi...” Asami blurted, cutting herself off by biting her lip. Korra kept her tongue moving despite being alarmed by the noises she was drawing out of her lover, even as her strong fingers took clumps of her hair and threatened to rip them from their roots. When Asami finally went slack, Korra pushed herself up, pulling in a deep, wet breath.

Slow clapping, from the back.

“Bravo,” said Kuvira, getting up from her chair. Korra sat on the edge of the bed, catching her breath, wanting nothing more than to cuddle her Asami, but knowing she had work to do still. The Great Uniter stood inches in front of her. Korra rose to meet her, they could smell Asami on each other's breath. “I'm actually glad you won. I've been looking forward to squashing you again.”

Korra slid her arms behind the woman's waist, locked her in a kiss before dragging her down to the bed, beside Asami's feet. Kuvira tried to wiggle out from under her, but Korra's weight held the Great Uniter in place while their tongues grappled between their mouths. Once out of the lip-lock, Korra kept her mouth busy, nibbling her opponent's neck on her way downward, cupping her breasts to prepare the for wetter attentions. She found them pert and responsive, tasty little sounding boards for the types of affection Kuvira liked. Around one breast she reverently rolled her tongue, honoring the nipple with her kiss, taking it in and pleasuring it with her gentle tongue. She felt the body under her begin to hum, moved to the other breast, squeezed it before sucking it with abandon, savoring the taste and texture. She felt Kuvira shudder and suddenly knew how to go about defeating her.

Twisting to the side just so... there, Kuvira took the bait and flipped her. Now the Great Uniter was on top, her mouth on Korra's, tongue sliding deep. Korra let her in, giddy over the thought of how this would feel between her legs. She was eager to cum and let her opponent know it with her body, shivering as Kuvira went low.

She cried out without reservation as her clitoris was licked. She looked over to Asami, who'd cleared the bed and was still recovering in one of the chairs, and felt nothing but elation as Kuvira's mouth went to work on her, charging her entire body with blissful tingles.

Korra didn't simply reveal her weak points and let the Great Uniter strike, she directed her to them, insisted she be pleasured this way and not that. Kuvira's tongue was like a spear, stabbing repeatedly into the very heart of Korra's bliss, triggering a string of deadly orgasms that left her barely conscious.

“That was quick,” said Kuvira, straddling the Avatar, who had nearly come off the bed.

Korra sat up, fresh as a daisy and took her opponent by the chin. “Oh, we're not done,” she said, sliding into Kuvira's embrace. “I was looking forward to this, too, you know.” She kissed Kuvira's neck, first a thank-you for the orgasms, then honest affection. She felt the woman bend, her skin was wet and hot.

“You think you can take much more?” said Kuvira. “I won't hold back.”

Korra let herself be seen casting a sideways glance towards the corner, where Asami sat. She whispered, “Please, don't. I need this. You're...”

She was grappled back down on the bed, her legs thrown apart. This time, Kuvira's tongue did the rounds, moving from her inner thighs to the puffy skin around her pink. Now she was teased, brought to a mad boil before being allowed the smallest bit of relief. Again, the jabbing spear, straight into the sweet spot until she was cumming, reaching for the headboard, screaming into a pillow.

“That aught to do it,” said Kuvira, looming over her, wiping her glistening mouth with the back of her wrist.

Korra wrapped her legs around Kuvira's waist, pulled her down close, tasted herself on the Great Uniter's lips. “Please, just keep going. I need this.”

“Need what? Me? A washing machine could satisfy you, Avatar. This is too easy.”

“Please, no one makes me cum like you do,” Korra blurted. “I need this. I need you. Can we just keep going?”

Kuvira narrowed her eyes, searched Korra's face for any sign of treachery. “Well, I suppose I did rent an entire hotel for this... and put off a war... alright, Avatar, I'm happy to drag your humiliation out a while longer.”

She made Korra cum with her mouth, then with her fingers. The Avatar took each orgasm like a fighter taking a body slam; anyone watching knew she was done for, it was just a matter of when the victor chose to end it. Korra, however, hadn't been lying when she'd told Kuvira no one else made her cum like this. She loved it, having her bliss forced from her like juice from a fruit, all part of some mad contest to save the world.

Still, she was human and could only take so much.

On her back, looking up at the ceiling, Korra dropped her eyes at just the right moment to catch Kuvira's gaze. The woman was knelt between her legs, fingers deep inside working a powerful hooking routine. Korra licked her lips, for they'd gone dry.

“Fine. I'll leave you with some of your dignity,” said Kuvira, pulling up one of the Avatar's legs, sliding herself between them. Her lips drew into a hard line when she saw Korra liven at the contact between their pussies, she wasn't finished yet.

Her opponent was getting nervous, so Korra laid it on thick, grinding herself against Kuvira's womanhood, moaning as loud and deep as she pleased. She reached out, clasped Kuvira's free hand in her own, their fingers locked. “Can... can we cum together? At the same time?” she said.

“You'll cum when... when...”

She let go of Korra's hand, hugged her upraised leg for balance while her first orgasm tore through her, stripping away her discipline. Korra got her wish, cumming along with Kuvira, their energies blending together where their flesh met, increasing the potency.

Korra had come ready to take a beating, Kuvira had not, and was thoroughly unprepared for the Avatar's sudden offense. Pinned down, neck sucked, tits licked, she was tasted from throat to navel before Korra went into her temple, paid her the tribute she was due and was completed by it.

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As Asami Sato's eyes slowly un-glazed, she watched in awe as the Avatar and leader of the Earth Kingdom fucked each other senseless. Korra had played a dangerous game, letting herself be beaten down in order to fluff Kuvira's ego, turning her brittle and thus weak against Korra's peculiar charm. The strategy had worked. Nothing got Kuvira off more than dominating people who needed her, but she was also stubborn and iron-willed, and now that she saw herself losing she'd dug in, trading orgasms with the Avatar, fighting each and every one that steamrolled over her while her opponent reveled in them.

There was a tapping on the door frame that the ones on the bed couldn't hear. Asami saw it was Kya, quietly announcing the arrival of the others, all of whom filed casually into the open bedroom, finding seats or places to lean.

“How... is everyone?” Asami asked.

“Great. Lin won, I tied with Opal, and Su... Su, where's Zhu Li?”

Suyin sat in one of the chairs looking relaxed as ever, though Korra's raised buttocks blocked some of Asami's view.

“Back in our room, still humping one of the bedposts,” said Suyin.

They watched the bed in silence, the only sounds in the room coming from skin on skin. The orgasms were becoming less frequent, but more intense. Kuvira took each one as if she were being stretched on a torture rack, while Korra looked like she might burst from joy each time one ripped through her. Despite this, Asami could see the Avatar had only so much left in her, while the Great Uniter looked like she might hold out.

Apparently, Kuvira didn't share this assessment and signaled for a time-out.

“We can do that?” Opal was heard to whisper, as each combatant lie flat on the damp sheets, breathing heavily towards the ceiling.

“You've been trained well, Avatar, I'll give you that,” Kuvira said, propping herself up on her elbows.

Korra smiled, oblivious to the trouble she was really in. “Train hard, play harder,” she said.

“That may be, but rules are rules,” said Kuvira, twisting her head around to bear down on Suyin. “And I say, since at least one of my seconds came through, I get to make an alteration. Asami... bring us the thing.”

The thing. Asami's creation. It hit her just then, what she'd done, what she'd enabled. She rose from her seat like a woman condemned, glided over to the trolley with the covered serving platter. She lifted the silver-handled lid, heard those in attendance gasp as she revealed what was underneath.

The dildo had been set on a raised stand, like a ceremonial knife. To most in the room it looked like any other long, hefty, double-sided phallus, albeit one made using superior craftsmanship. If they only knew, Asami thought, lifting it from its stand. She carried it over to the bed, held it between the two competitors. Glaring daggers at one another, they each took their respective side into their mouths, using what saliva their dehydrated bodies could muster to lubricate as much of it as they could. The rubber-adjacent material was flavorless and held their fluid well.

With a twitch of her wrist, Asami signaled they should release. When they'd done so, she held the glistening cock up, flipped it around, and held it steady as Kuvira and Korra each took it between their legs. Korra remained on her back while Kuvira faced away from her. They were cumming again within minutes, Kuvira like a steam engine, her buttocks moving up and down like a drive wheel, the dildo like a well-oiled piston sliding deeply in and out of both women.

Korra threw her head back while her mouth hung silently open. Asami had never seen her like this. There was on the edge, and then there was hanging from it by your fingertips, and Korra's knuckles were white. Whether her next move was from desperation or part of some strategy, none could tell. With a wild look in her eyes, Korra leaned forward, held the dildo by the middle, and turned the dial.

Kuvira let out a cry, tucking her head and seizing fistfuls of her own hair as the powerful vibration feature livened battered nerve endings and sent energy down weary channels. The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and seemingly everything held a static charge as a draft blew through.

Korra, whose face had contorted painfully, opened her eyes. The crimson light behind them reminded some of the Avatar State, but this was clearly something different. A lewd grin plastered across the Avatar's face as her eyes focused on the connection between her and Kuvira. She sunk her fingers into the Great Uniter's buttocks, squeezed them hard while moving them up and down. Then, with one fluid motion of her wrist, she bent her half of the dildo so that it popped wetly out of her to slide and sink deeply into Kuvira's rear.

The Great Uniter's wrenching cry of defeat came when Korra turned the final dial, sending faint, electrical pulses through the twin heads of the phallus, blowing out what remained of Kuvira's resistance. With her face in a pillow and the Avatar behind her, she was pounded into a fine slurry, left to lie semi-conscious on the moist sheets while the dildo inside her ran out of power and fell silent.

The Avatar rose, her eyes shining red, the energy around her body visible and crimson-hued. She glistened with sex and they all felt the pull of her concentrated heat. “It's finished,” Korra said, her voice now weighted with the wisdom and lust of a thousand generations. “Republic City will remain safe, and you are all released from your obligations.”

Asami felt like a weight had come off her chest. She flew to Korra's embrace, was caught in the strange, red energy she exuded. The feeling made her light and alive. “You did it,” she said softly into her lover's ear.

The fierce, red glow in Korra's eyes dimmed. “I was thinking about you the whole time,” she said.

Asami hid her smile in Korra's neck.

“What do we do now?” said Opal.

“I heard they have every kind of wine in the restaurant,” said Kya. “And the Penthouse Suite is pretty nice... Hey, Kuvira, how long do we have this place?”

“Through the weekend,” they heard the fallen leader mumble into her drool-soaked pillow.

“Let's get some wine, go upstairs and party!” Suyin shouted, the elder stateswoman in her voice granting them all the permissions they needed.

“I'll go get Zhu Li,” said Lin. “Ginger, come help me.”

The mover-star obeyed while the others moved to take the scene upstairs. “You coming, Kuvira? You're paying for all of this, you might as well,” said Korra, on her way out the door, arm-in-arm with Asami.

“In a minute... I'll just... rest my eyes...” said Kuvira, falling asleep.

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