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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
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- 5-Five
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- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-10
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Korra was privately in love with Asami's downtown penthouse. Unlike her mansion, it was small enough to feel like real a home, yet it still rivaled actual palaces when it came to style and comfort. What she liked most were the skylights; even with the light pollution from the city, they could show enough stars to make one feel truly outside, even while lying half naked on the living room couch.

The head of Future Industries was between the Avatar's legs, doing the one thing she did better than build things. Korra had arrived in Republic City only a few hours ago and had gone straight for Asami, pulling her away from her work, driven by the desperate need to prove something to herself. Now she was tired, unable to appreciate a world-class pussy-eating from the most beautiful woman in all Republic City.

She'd tasted sour defeat before, but this was something else entirely.

“Don't worry about it,” Asami had said, when they'd both wordlessly decided there was no use in continuing. “You'll get back into the swing of things soon enough. You're not one-hundred percent yet.”

Korra wanted to say that was true, but how many times before had she heard something similar?

“If you say so,” she said, in her 'we're fighting' voice.

Asami picked up the tone, ignored it.

“It's fine, Korra, it really is. Listen, I'm going to head off to Zaofu and help however I can. Maybe I can talk Suyin into surrendering so there won't be any bloodshed.”

Closing her eyes, Korra centered herself. No sense in being petulant with her friends. She'd learned that much in recent years. “Good luck with that,” she said. “You know how Su is. Tell her I'm sorry, for what it's worth.”

Asami gently rubbed the inside of Korra's legs, drew a little circle with her finger in her pubic hair. “I'm sure she'll forgive you. Rumor has it that Suyin was also little wild back in her day.”

“She's still a little wild,” said Korra, feeling it getting easier to fake being cheerful. “You know, if you have time.”

Those shining green eyes looked for a moment as if they were about to drop a secret, but in an instant Asami was a closed box. “I'll have to board an airship now if I want to get there in time. I'll sleep on the way. The place is all yours, just don't bend anything.”

“I want to go with you,” said Korra as Asami kissed her knee.

“I know. Rest up here instead. There are other places that need the Avatar, this city being one of them.”

Korra curled up on the couch listening to the radio while Asami went to her room to pack a travel bag. She found herself again wondering if there was any way out of her agreement with Kuvira that would spare her honor. She'd been worrying the problem like an old soup bone, finding it hard to chew if anything.

“Alright, I'm off. Don't stay up too late, okay?” said Asami, dressed for a brisk evening on a fast airship.

Korra answered with a wry smile and half-lidded eyes. “No promises,” she said as Asami kissed her on the lips.

Sensing a long goodbye would lead to an even longer one, Asami left in a hurry without looking back. Korra turned the dial on the radio, changing it from the classical music station to the pro-bending matches. Closing her eyes, she could see the benders throwing stone discs, jets of water, and flame. The Wolf Bats weren't competing, but the announcers were talking about them having made the finals.

“I should have just hit her with a boulder,” said Korra out loud, to no one.

She turned off the radio and went into Asami's bedroom. Left lying on the enormous bed were a handful of items Asami had forgotten in her haste. A tube of lipstick, a spare battery for her shock glove, and... Korra picked up the dildo and examined it. Made from soft rubber, it flopped like a fish when held by the bottom and shaken. She remembered one of Asami's letters, from maybe a year ago, saying Future Industries had been doing some interesting things with synthetic materials and had developed a kind of rubber that offered some rather interesting possibilities. How long had she owned this? Why hadn't she told Korra about it? Had she been meaning to take it with her on her trip to Zaofu?

She threw it and the other items into the top drawer of the dresser and went back to the couch to try and sleep.

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Korra circled the Republic City Police Headquarters until she felt like she could land without being spotted. Landing on the roof, she folded up her glider staff and went in through the door the airship crews used. Though she was welcome in the building, it was still best she keep moving and act as if she had legitimate business.

She found Mako right where she'd hoped to, in the showers. He'd just stepped out of the stalls with a towel around his waist and steam rising from his fresh, clean skin. He was among the few night cops who used the station's showers, a habit from his days as a bending hobo. His eyes popped when he saw her.

“Korra! What are you doing in here?”

She threw her glider staff down on a bench and let the way she walked answer his question. He froze like a rabbit-deer caught in an auto's headlights, clutching the towel around his waist as if his life depended on it. She slapped his hand away, the towel fell to the ground. His cock had already turned on him, bobbing happily at half-mast just like Asami's secret dildo. She dropped to her knees, grabbed the base of the shaft and squeezed.

“K-Korra... wow, okay, hey...”

His hands were gently resting on her head, either because he didn't know what to do with them, or was trying to gently shoo her away.

“Mako, am I bad at sex?” she said, looking up into his face. The blood had drained from there, whether from fear or it being needed elsewhere was a matter of speculation.

“Wh-what?”

Opening her mouth wide, she poked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “Am I bad at sex? Please, just be honest.”

Words came tumbling out of his mouth, none of them “no, of course not.” She took his head into her mouth, tormented it with her tongue, thinking she'd need to blow him in order to unscramble his brains before she could get straight answers.

“K-Korra...” he said as she started the old routine, the one that had never failed to produce results. She was considering the best place to direct those results once they showed themselves, on the floor or on his stomach, when she heard someone enter the shower room.

“There you are,” said Lin Beifong, her voice shaking the walls and blowing the steel doors off their hinges, causing Mako's manhood to shrivel, dry up, and blow away. He went stumbling backward, his bare butt landing hard on the damp cement floor.

“Ch-chief!” Mako said, scrambling to his feet and standing at attention, forgetting he was naked until Korra threw him his towel.

“I wasn't talking to you, detective,” said Lin, striding into the locker room while Mako went scrambling for his clothes. “I heard the Avatar was slinking around my police station without authorization.”

“I didn't realize I needed an invitation,” said Korra, discretely wiping a bit of moisture from the corner of her mouth as she stood up.

“Come with me. You can catch up with Detective Mako later,” the chief said, turning an about-face and marching out, leaving behind her the strong implication that she should be followed immediately. Korra turned to a reddening Mako, offered him a weak smile, and followed the chief out.

Lin Beifong hadn't slowed a bit since Korra had last seen her. If anything, she was leaner and more energetic than ever, despite it being the middle of the night and the station half-dead. In her office, Lin took off her coat and threw it over the back of her chair. She didn't sit down, instead unbuttoning the top of her white shirt.

“I heard all about the debacle with Kuvira. Su sent me a coded telegram,” she said.

Korra's chest tightened, though she'd known all along this had nothing to do with her sneaking into the station to blow a detective.

“And?” she said, crossing her arms.

“I also overheard what you said to Mako. What kind of answer were you expecting him to give?”

Korra's fists tightened as Lin undid another button on her shirt, revealing the pale skin below her slender neck. She had a delicate frame for someone so hard. Korra had always wanted to explore it in full, but now she was thinking she'd rather abandon her earthly desires and become wind.

“I don't know. An honest one,” she said.

Nonsense had never found fair harbor in Lin's soul and her scoff was bitter. “My top detective isn't that stupid,” she said, undoing one button after another and making her intentions clear. “If you want the truth, take your clothes off and get it from me.”

Rather than sneer and walk out, Korra kept her face blank as slate and disrobed. In the time it took her to pull her shirt off, Lin was down to nothing but her white shirt and gray panties. She hadn't been wearing a bra, leaving her tiny breasts to peek from behind the curtain of her shirt like shy stage actors. Perhaps they feared cutting themselves on Lin's abdominal muscles, which Korra struggled not to gawk at.

“Drink it in, Avatar. I don't take the goods out for just anybody,” said Lin, as she returned Korra's dumbfounded appraisal with her own hardened scrutiny.

Korra met her on the other side of the desk, found her body to be as strong and unyielding as it looked. She felt herself be lifted with ease onto the desk, found Lin's hands made up for what they lacked in softness by being attentive. Korra felt like she was being touched everywhere at once. This was no performance, she realized, Lin had wanted her bad for a long time and was getting her.

This was worse than it had been with Kuvira. The Great Uniter had slow-cooked her, let her think she stood a chance, took her time breaking Korra down and devouring her. With Lin it was like being thrust into a deep-fryer, flash-cooked in her own juices. Her whole body was shaking by the time Lin's tongue drew a long vertical line from between her breasts to the edge of her pubic hair. Korra slid forward, set her buttocks at just the right angle for Lin to cut to the quick and seal her doom.

Lin stopped an instant before it would be too late, leaving Korra feeling like a good yawn might tip her over the edge. She slid to the floor as Lin stepped away, moving to sit in her chair with her legs apart.

“Your turn. Let's see what you've got,” said Lin, leaving herself open for whatever Korra might do.

Korra staggered over to her, fell to her knees between Lin's legs. She hooked her gray, dry panties with her finger and pulled the strip of cloth aside. Lin's pink nub poked through her hair, taunting Korra with how dry it was.

“It would have been sexier had you crawled to me on your hands and knees,” said Lin. “I like my partners submissive.”

“That's never been my style,” said Korra, licking her lips. “Get ready.”

“Getting me ready is your problem,” said Lin, as Korra dove into her, sucking that arrogant little nub into her mouth and rolling it around in her saliva.

Her mouth went dry before her tongue tire, Lin's disinterested slit drinking up all the moisture, giving none of it back. When she dared look up past the washboard abs and sharp little tits all she saw was a face both monumentally bored and disappointed.

Finally, Lin tussled Korra's hair and slid back in her chair, leaving the Avatar kneeling on the ground with her shoulders slumped.

“Stand up,” said Lin, going into her desk to retrieve a small flask from which she poured an amber liquid into a shot glass. “Drink this.”

The liquor was good, whatever it was. As a rule, Korra never drank in order to feel better, but naked and humiliated in Lin's office some principles could be ignored.

“You asked Mako if you're bad at sex. Yes, you are. You're terrible, in fact. You'll need to get a lot better, and fast, to beat Kuvira in a rematch... and for the sake of humanity as a whole.”

Korra was split between wanting to fight Lin for what she'd said and needing her to finish what she'd started. She'd been left literally dripping. “A re-match? You can do that?”

Lin was putting her clothes back on, making Korra want to scream. Instead she got dressed herself, hoping Mako hadn't fled the station and gone into hiding just yet.

“You can and you must. After Zaofu falls, it won't be long before Kuvira sets her sights on Republic City. Here,” she wrote something on a scrap of paper and handed it to Korra. “There's the time and place where we'll begin your training. I've got a detective with a pair of blue balls I need to see to.”

Korra looked at the note while Lin got dressed. She was still staring at it when she left. Suddenly cold, Korra crumpled up the note and tossed it into the wastebasket, leaving only when she knew Lin was likely to be long gone.
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