Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Korra and Asami in the Forest of Desire - Ch 1	By : Jei_Teah_Rippol Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 17725 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Korra, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
Korra and Asami in the Forest of Desire - Ch 2
By Jei Teah Rippol
As Asami walked alongside Korra, she knew all too well why Korra was smiling so much. Korra was constantly glancing at Asami. The two girls may have been having what looked like a relaxing stroll, but there was more to it now. Asami’s wet clothes meant that Korra was treated to a lot of curves with the way they still tried to cling to Asami’s body.
With every step, Korra was also able to better see just how much Asami’s breasts would jiggle and bounce. The opening in her shirt didn’t hide any of her gorgeous cleavage.
Korra also was treated to a never ending show of Asami’s mostly-bare legs. The tattered skirt wasn’t bouncing as much since it became wet, but there was still some incredible, long, smooth legs on show. Asami was breathtaking, and Korra never stopped appreciating it.
Asami was still wondering about the whole idea that the forest was in some way trying to read her desire. She at first didn’t think it could be true, but she knew the Spirit World was a tricky place. Though she was sure it was Korra’s desires that led to this, Asami was wondering why the forest wasn’t granting her cover due to her desire for modesty. She worried this was a sign that maybe her and Korra did want the same thing. In this quiet debate in her head, she did realize that with every ounce of embarrassment that filled her, something else did. There was a certain sense of danger she felt from being so exposed in front of Korra. She wasn’t sure if it was because Korra was enjoying the show, or if it was something else. Her blood raced ever more with the feeling of vulnerability.
Then, as if it was the very acceptance that maybe she did want to be exposed, the Forest of Desire again attacked Asami’s wardrobe! Asami tripped again, but instead of it being due to the uneven earth, it was because of her skirt. Asami hadn’t been paying attention, and didn’t notice how her waistband had grown too weak to hold up the wet skirt, and it slipped down to her knees.
Asami was quickly caught by Korra, and so Asami didn’t have to worry about being on her hands and knees again. Yet, something worse happened, the already torn skirt didn’t stand a chance from the misstep. The fabric tore as one of Asami’s legs had pushed against the waistband with the trip. Asami’s former skirt now was a cloth lying on the floor of the forest.
“Oh no! My skirt!” Asami explained in embarrassment and shock. As soon as she regained her balance she pulled on her shirt to try and hide her re-exposed black boyshorts.
Korra couldn’t help but make a wolf-tiger whistle at Asami’s exposure.
“S-stop it!” Asami stuttered as she struggled with her clothes. The shirt wasn’t stretching much, and so turning her shirt into a make shift dress was proving tough. She could just barely hide her boyshorts if she held it down, but this just pulled the fabric down tighter at her chest. Her breasts squished together more as they also battled to jump from the opening at the top of her shirt.
Korra was still staring at Asami, appreciating the alteration to her outfit. “I’m so glad I brought us here,” Korra mused.
Asami quickly looked around. She was even more exposed, but thankfully they were as alone as before. “You have to do something about this. You’re the avatar, can’t you like make the forest stop this?” Asami begged.
Korra put on a smug grin, “Make the forest stop? So you agree the forest is manifesting your desires?”
Asami realized her mistake, but tried to peddle back, “No, it’s not that. I don’t actually want this, this is embarrassing! How am I supposed to get back through town when we’re done here?”
“We could leave at the north or south poles if you prefer,” Korra suggested.
Asami grimaced, “I’m hardly dressed for the cold Korra.”
“Well then we really have no choice but to continue to stay here. We’re in no rush to leave, so let’s go!” Korra said, giving Korra a quick swat on her butt, which due to the shortness of the shirt, landed square on her pantied bottom.
Asami let out a quick squeal as she hopped forward. Having been too caught up in her current predicament, she actually followed Korra’s instruction and began to wander deeper into the forest with Korra.
As Korra hung out behind Asami, she appreciated the fact that Asami couldn’t keep both her front and backside covered. Asami trudged forward on auto pilot. She wasn’t sure if she should head back, hide, or something else. She was now completely unable to hide her exposure, and it had her heart racing. This sense of danger and being trapped was different than prior scuffles her and the gang had before. They did share the same high of adrenaline, an extra spart to her normally boring life of business meetings.
With every step, Asami could feel her shirt was still wet as she wedged the end of it between her thighs. She could have sworn she felt Korra’s gaze on her butt. She looked down and saw that her opened shirt revealed her black bra too. The waters added weight to her clothes only solidified the feeling that she was less than decently dressed. She was in a public place, and her underwear was exposed, a feeling entirely new to Asami.
The new feelings, the appreciation of her girlfriend, and the excitement were leading to many mixed feelings. Being the desire of Korra meant a lot to her actually. She also truly hadn’t noticed anyone else around, but the constant chance someone could happen upon them scared her. Her heart was racing, and this was making her again wonder if maybe these were her own desires becoming real.
“Oh my Raava! Asami, you really do like this, huh?” Korra suddenly exclaimed. Asami hadn’t noticed that Korra had now started to walk besides her, leering obviously at her chest.
“I am not Korra!” Asami said, worried that somehow Korra had started to be able to read thoughts or feelings. She tried to ignore Korra, hoping it was just a random accusation.
Korra kept at it though, “Yeah, then why is it your nipples are jutting out like that?”
Asami looked down again at her chest. She then noticed it: beneath her still wet blouse, she could see the way that her bra did indeed have two noticeable bumps in it where her nipples were. Asami crossed her arms over her chest to hide it, though it was clearly too late to hide it from Korra. Breathlessly she tried to explain it away, “it’s the river water still! My clothes are soaked and I’m cold Korra!”
“Yeah right Asami. I bet you’re just getting a kick out of all this. I bet you were just dying for me to notice too!” Korra boldly theorized.
Asami was in over her head. She hadn’t noticed her nipples going hard, but she was now wondering about it. It was honestly pretty warm out, even with being wet. Maybe she was turned on about her circumstances. She was too embarrassed to admit that even to herself, so she of course tried to rebuttal Korra, “It’s not like that! I did not want you to see that! It’s just these clothes, they’re uncomfortable and wet and I can’t do anything about it!”
Korra didn’t back down. “Well, you’re the one now flashing those tight little boyshorts to me,” Korra pointed down with her claim. When Asami let go of it to cover her chest, the shirt sprang up to expose the front half of her panties.
Asami was only able to yelp, and through a futile attempt, tried to keep one arm over her protruding nipples, and another pulling the shirt down. Korra though offered more help, “Look Asami. You’re half dressed, wet, and clearly need to let me help you. I bet that bra is a nightmare with how soaked it still is. The shirt’s all tangled and unmanageable too.”
Asami blushed, knowing how much of a bind she was in. “The shirt nearly tore off me though; I don’t want to risk it.”
“Then take it off,” Korra flatly suggested. Asami’s jaw dropped as she heard the suggestion, hardly believing it. Korra added, “If it’s off, I can dry you and your bra, and then I can dry the shirt. Nothing gets wrecked then.”
Asami’s heart raced. She was being told to strip off outside! They were on the forest path and anyone could happen upon them any second. Asami was also too shy to do that in front of Korra, even if they were both girls and in a relationship. Though perhaps the fact that they were in a relationship, and Korra was clearly eager to leer, was the reason it embarrassed her.
Asami’s thoughts were jumbled though, and she couldn’t tell if it was a bad idea actually. Her normally sharp mind was dulled by how desperate she felt. She looked around and made sure they were alone. “Are you sure this is the only way?”
“Unless you want me to dry your clothes with some fire bending, and burn them, I think this is the only way. I don’t really want to help you get dressed though,” Korra joked. Asami felt she was out of options, so hesitantly she began to undo the remaining buttons.
One by one, she undid them, trying her best to hold her shirt closed. The whole time, her black set of underwear still showed through. Korra enjoyed the special strip tease, even if Asami was trying her best to not make a show of it.
Asami eventually had them all undone. She knew how silly she looked, her soaked shirt tugged shut by her hands, bra and panties still showing through the gaps. She knew without the shirt on, she’d be standing in her underwear in the middle of the forest! With no choice though, she opened the shirt and shrugged it off her body.
It alarmed her how quick Korra was to take the shirt from her. Asami flinched and tried to cover her panties with a spread hand and her bra with an arm slung over it. She watched as Korra took the shirt and set it on a tree branch behind her. “Be careful with that!” Asami warned.
“I am, just setting it down so I can get to you. Don’t worry; you can keep an eye on it. Now arms down cutie, I need to be able to actually hit your bra to dry it,” Korra said taking her air bending stance once more.
Asami lowered both arms, having not considered the fact she could have kept the one in front of her panties there. Now she stood before Korra in just her underwear, not attempt to cover at all. Asami avoided eye contact; she was too embarrassed to see just how much Korra was sizing her up. She was just as embarrassed when she looked down. All she had on over her pale skin now was her black underwear and boots. It contrasted a lot with the dirt path she stood on, and all around her she saw the exotic foliage of the Spirit World. It was so clear she wasn’t in the privacy of a bathroom or bedroom.
Korra didn’t stall much longer, and without warning, Asami was again barraged with a blast of air. It wasn’t nearly strong enough to push her off her feet like an attack, and instead surprisingly soothing. It again coiled around her like before, but this time there wasn’t a shirt to get tugged about. The breeze teased and tickled her body. She noticed that her hips and legs were soon wrapped in the feeling. The only areas not directly touched by the breeze though were the areas covered by her few pieces of clothing that remained. The contrast accentuated just how little cover she actually wore.
The desired effect was being reached: her bra was feeling dryer. Even with it dry, she could still feel her nipples were hard. It didn’t help that it felt like there was a stronger current running over her bra, almost as if the wind was trying to caress them through the bra. Asami wasn’t sure if Korra could have that sort of precise control, and tried to ignore it. Yet with the all body massage, Asami was having a hard time denying that she was actually enjoying it.
After she felt she was dry enough, she opened her eyes, only just then realizing that she had shut them. The touch had been more soothing than expected, but now she was ready to stop things so she could get her shirt back… yet she couldn’t see it anywhere!
“Korra, stop! Where’s my shirt?!” Asami asked in a panic.
Korra did stop and turned around. “Oh, it is gone. Did you see what happened?” Korra asked, not at all panicked.
“Korra! You said it would be fine, that was my shirt! Hurry, find it!” Asami begged.
“Asami, you were supposed to keep an eye on it. Did you see if maybe it flew away, or if a spirit perhaps took it?”
Asami yelped again as her hands went to cover her underwear, “A spirit?! You think someone might have been here and took my shirt?!”
“It’s a possibility. Spirits can be tricksters at times. Then again, perhaps it was the forest able to tell you liked not having the shirt! You didn’t really put up much of an argument when I asked you take it off, and the forest doesn’t influence our decisions. That was all you babe,” Asami flinched again. She was without her shirt, and Korra somehow thought she wished for that!
Asami couldn’t even come up with a defense. At that moment it felt like her heart would jump from her body. She no longer had any non-intimate clothing. She now had to wander the forest in her underwear, and she would eventually have to get back to her home without as well. Thoughts of sneaking Republic City in just her bra and panties flooded her mind.
Asami couldn’t just let Korra think she was some sort of closet exhibitionist. “I… didn’t want this Korra,” Asami tried to say. It was clear she was running out of excuses, and Korra could tell.
“Well, you’re stuck like that now. I’m not complaining either, so let’s keep going to the heart of this forest and see what happens. If you didn’t want this, then I’m sure everything will be fine.”
Asami nodded her head. She was still hopeful that somehow she could prove that this wasn’t what she wanted. Yet with that thought, she tightened the grip of the arm across her chest… she could feel her nipples were straining even harder against her bra now for some reason, and she needed to keep that fact a secret.
Korra began to walk down the path again and Asami followed. She tried to do so slowly, but Korra kept a brisk walk. Asami almost wished Korra was leering more, but for some reason Korra seemed more concerned with continuing onward. Asami picked up her pace and followed Korra farther in.
- 1
- 2
- 3
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Korra and Asami in the Forest of Desire - Ch 1