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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
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She'd arrived too late to do anything for Zaofu.

From the airship, Asami saw the New Earth Empire's banners flying high from everywhere banners could be hung, from the city's walls and observation towers, down to the doorways and windows of public buildings and private homes. Thankfully, the city had fallen peacefully, and her airship was allowed to land.

It was Bolin, of all people, who met her on the landing platform. The urge to slap him across his big, dumb slab of a face was dulled by the hangdog expression he wore on it. “Hey, Asami,” he said. “You here to see Kuvira?”

She pulled up the hood of her traveling cloak and gave him one of her legendary withering stares. “Yes,” she said, hating the chill in her voice. “Take me to her.”

An entire wing of the Beifong residence was devoted to public affairs, making the house the de facto seat of government in the city. Bolin must have risen high in the Great Uniter's ranks to be allowed to walk around like he was with a civilian in tow. Asami had so many questions for him, but they would have to wait. First she had to secure Republic City's safety, then she could worry about Bolin.

Two metalbenders stopped them outside the hallway to the inner sanctums. Bolin said he had an appointment to see Kuvira, but was corrected. Asami was the one with the appointment, not him. “Aw, come on, guys,” he pleaded as she walked past him.

She found the Great Uniter and Baatar Jr. seated around a fresh pot of tea in one of the sitting rooms. Baatar Jr. rose, bowed to Kuvira, and paid his respects to Asami before leaving.

Asami had genuinely liked Kuvira, especially after she'd left Zaofu to set the Earth Kingdom right. She'd been a no-name captain in a city few people had ever heard of, and within the span of a few short years had risen to become one of the best leaders the world had ever known, all because she'd felt something needed to be done and no one else was stepping up to do it. She was Asami's kind of woman, or at least she'd seemed that way.

“Ms. Sato. It's good to see you again,” said Kuvira, setting down her tea. Her eyes hadn't left Asami since she'd come in. “Come to offer your services to our cause?”

“Not exactly,” said Asami, taking the seat that had been put out for her. Her host poured her a cup of tea, and while Asami was wary of being slipped something, mostly she was puzzled at how a woman like Kuvira could have beaten the Avatar so badly. She wasn't unattractive, but there was a hardness to her that was off-putting. Looks weren't everything, of course, but Kuvira came off as the kind of woman who'd lost her virginity to a length of rebar, not a world-class lover.

“Well, I hope you're not here to keep Zaofu out of the Empire. As you can see, it's a little late for that. Su and I... had a little talk you might say, and she agreed that a violent conflict wasn't necessary.”

The open challenge in the woman's eyes made Asami squirm. She was eager to answer it, but smiled and sipped her tea. Jasmine with a hint of something else; the Earth Kingdom blends were notoriously hard to decipher for some palates, hers included. “Where is Suyin?”

Kuvira's smile said it all. “Indisposed. Besides control of Zaofu, there were a few other chips on the table as part of our contest.”

Asami's toes curled, imaging what that contest must have been like; both women giving everything they had, taking more than they'd ever received in their lives, each trying new, untested techniques in a desperate bid to overcome the other... was that a hickey under Kuvira's collar? A bandage on her earlobe? Aroused and a little frightened, Asami took a long sip from her tea cup.

“I came here to save more than Zaofu,” said Asami. “I want you to stay away from Republic City.”

“I have no interest in Republic City,” said Kuvira.

Asami rolled her eyes at the lie, and even Kuvira seemed a little embarrassed at having to tell it. Such was the way of things when it came to matters of state. “Then you've got nothing to lose,” Asami said.

“I suppose I'd be a fool not to accept your challenge,” said Kuvira, raising her tea cup.

The cups clinked and each finished their tea. Kuvira bid Asami to follow her and led them to a room down the hall. It was a simple space with little to distract from the double-wide bed and what would take place on it. Kuvira stood with her back to Asami, unbuttoning her uniform.

“How is Korra feeling?” said Kuvira.

“The Avatar is doing just fine,” said Asami, throwing her traveling cloak over a chair and unbuttoning her blouse.

“Good. I hope I didn't ruin her for you,” said Kuvira. “I was expecting a real challenge, but she felt... out of practice.”

Kuvira's top came down, revealing her slender, powerful shoulders. The dark, purple mark on her neck was definitely a hickey.

“Metal poisoning will do that to you,” said Asami.

“I think there was more to her defeat than that,” said Kuvira, kicking off her boots and stepping out of her trousers. Asami's eyes caught the cords of muscle running down either side of her spine, flowing like water into her hips and from there streaming down her thighs. Asami wanted to pull her white thong away with her teeth, but her style had always been to see where the flow of the contest led her.

“Is that so?” Asami said, happy to absorb Kuvira's taunts; it would make crushing her in bed all the more enjoyable.

“It's just something I've noticed about the pretty, popular ones,” said Kuvira, her voice laced with refined bitterness. “They all think their looks and charm make them something to be reckoned with between the sheets.” She chuckled, looking Asami up and down, liking what she saw. “And then they get in bed with someone like me, and then they find out what it's all about.”

Open laughter would have killed the mood, and so Asami opted instead for her most maddening of simpering smiles. She'd spent her entire life being underestimated because of her looks and had come to find a great deal of joy in subverting people's expectations. Korra was a beautiful person inside and out, but a terrible lay. Suyin was a silver fox who'd forgotten more about making women cum than Asami would ever know, but her emotions had made her vulnerable. The Great Uniter had no advantages over Asami Sato, and would regret not taking her more seriously.

“Sounds like I'm in for an experience,” said Asami, taking her sweet time disrobing, letting the hunger she saw in Kuvira's eyes grow. Kuvira was splayed out on the bed, laying out everything she had to offer all at once. Asami didn't move any faster, slowly taking down her skirt, carefully untying her boots, folding all of her clothes and piling them in the chair. Free of her clothes, she fluffed her long, black hair and floated over to the bed, coming to rest beside Kuvira. In no hurry, she touched the back of her hand to the inside of her opponent's leg and followed her pleasure.

She let herself get lost in Kuvira's legs. That she'd been a dancer was easy to see, as was the fact she'd kept herself in shape. Asami's soft hands followed the ridges of tight muscles up, down, and around, gently squeezing, feeling knots suddenly release and hard tissue turn fluid. Kuvira's body was betraying her, telling how good the touch felt. Perhaps all the Great Uniter really needed was a good massage.

Finally, Asami's hands drew to the very tops of Kuvira's thighs, her soft knuckles brushing the dark triangle of hair between them. The hair was damp. Asami wanted to lick the back of her hand and taste Kuvira, but they weren't there yet. Instead she ran her finger down Kuvira's cleft, pressing on the wet, pink nub she found waiting for her touch. She needn't lick her fingers, her opponent was ready now, but Asami still took her time, exploring depths and crevices, seeing what made her opponent shiver and tighten.

She stuck her wet fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. With her hands on Kuvira's inner thighs, she lowered herself between them. A feint. Her lips nibbled and teased the skin from the bottom of Kuvira's navel to her bellybutton, and from there to her neck just under the chin. Shivering, Kuvira held Asami by the hips, fingers creeping slowly and appreciatively over her buttocks. Asami let herself enjoy the touch more than she should. She loved having her butt squeezed , but few could do it right. Wondering what else the Great Uniter was good at, she pushed herself up on her hands, sticking her rear out to further relish the woman's tight grip. She let her breasts be gently kissed as they hung over her opponent. Kuvira was good at that, too, and her body between her butt and breasts soon felt like a red-hot filament.

Before she could get any hotter, Asami pushed Kuvira's head back and locked her in a deep kiss. She pulled her lips away slowly, retracing the path they'd taken up Kuvira's body, stopping at her breasts just long enough to taste them before resuming her downward slide. Her opponent's body was humming, but that was no reason to stop teasing it. Asami licked the soft skin framing Kuvira's womanhood, smiling as the woman's breath became uneven. Were this a pro-bending match, a battered Kuvira would be teetering with one foot over the edge, helpless to stop the flames, stones, and water barreling towards her.

Asami flicked Kuvira's clitoris with her tongue before plunging in, finding she'd primed the woman well for her final assault. She'd learned what her opponent responded to and what she didn't and wasted little time moving in hard for the finish. Kuvira held out for as long as she could, her wire-tight body unraveling under the powerful currents of ecstasy shooting through her nerves. Try as she might, she couldn't stifle her whimpers and moans, all of which spurred Asami to give the best she'd ever given, to put Kuvira down decisively.

When the Great Uniter came, her thighs tightened around Asami's neck, not that she planned on going anywhere, instead doubling down on her efforts to drive her opponent to completely new heights with her lips and tongue. When Kuvira's legs finally relaxed, Asami lifted her head to survey the battlefield. She'd expected to see an unconscious woman spread out before her, or at the very least a glassy-eyed dictator who'd just been shown the error of her ways. She got neither, and instead faced a hungry animal unable to comprehend the very concept of “enough.”

“Well, that was refreshing,” said Kuvira, propped up on her elbows, beads of sweat running between her breasts. “I guess it's my turn.”

She hooked Asami's wet chin with her finger, prompting her to crawl over her damp, hard body. Kuvira took Asami's lips in her mouth, relishing the taste of herself. What followed was a blur. She was on her back with Kuvira on top, learning the hard way that the woman knew how to use more than her hands and mouth to enjoy another's body. It was getting hotter in the room, Asami and Kuvira were both sweating, locked together like two beads of mercury trying to pin each other down.

No one had ever had her like this, and she didn't want it to stop. She wasn't even sure what was happening, what strategy her opponent pursued, if any at all. One moment she was on her hands and knees with Kuvira on her back, breathing on her neck. She didn't know what was between her legs and didn't care so long as it kept doing what it was doing. Now she was lying across Kuvira, feeling the woman's fingers where they should be, and feeling her tongue where she shouldn't. She tried desperately to hide how good she felt, gritting her teeth, biting her thumb, but her body told Kuvira everything, selling her out for the promise of more greasy ecstasy.

On her back, hair a damp mess, Asami tried to catch her breath. She'd just learned about a spot an inch or so under her armpit that sang when licked just right. There were other spots, ones Kuvira had found and excavated, placed her mark on forever. The triumphant look on the woman's face as she hooked Asami's leg over her shoulder signaled it was all about to end in both a bang and a whimper. Asami no longer cared, watching with a glazed expression as Kuvira fit them together like scissors. She'd tried this with Korra once. Her leg had fallen asleep and the Avatar had pulled a muscle. She groaned in satisfaction, feeling someone else's womanhood fitted properly against her own. Kuvira began slow, showing off the control she had in her hips by steadily increasing the pressure and speed. The wet friction between them made a noise that, in the moment at least, was like music to Asami's ears.

The orgasm hit her like a satomobile into a concrete barrier, her cries flying upward like a geyser of engine fluid and metal parts. For several eternal moments Asami had no idea where, or even who, she was, knowing only that she'd never feel this way again and had to make the most of it, grinding her hips against Kuvira, squeezing her own tits, anything to prolong what she was feeling.

Asami wasn't sure how long her bliss lasted, or when it ended, only that she was now lying sweaty on damp sheets, utterly beaten. Her opponent disentangled herself from Asami's legs and got up. Kuvira wobbled on her feet a bit, but otherwise seemed like she could go another round.

“I'm guessing that didn't go quite how you'd planned,” said Kuvira, running her fingers through her long, loose hair to straighten out the tangles from her fallen braid. Asami couldn't reply, it being all she could do to draw breath. “You're not the first to underestimate me, and you won't be the last. Make yourself at home here and join me for dinner later. We have much to discuss.”

Asami watched her leave, closing her eyes only when her glistening body had vanished into the hall.

XXX

Low clouds full of rain brought with them an early evening to Republic City. Korra was chased into the apartment building by the downpour and was politely offered a towel by the doorman. She refused, using a waterbending technique to pull the moisture from her clothes. The water caught in her hair felt good on her scalp, so she left it. She needed a shower anyway. She'd been adrift in the city for days, living like a hobo, avoiding the gym, Air Temple Island, the park, and anywhere Lin might have metalbenders watching for her. Asami's downtown digs were probably on that list, too, but Korra was beyond caring.

That Asami wasn't there was no surprise, but what did bother Korra was the plain fact no one had been in the penthouse suite for days. That, or Asami had gone out of her way to make it look as if she hadn't been there. Worried as Korra was about this, more problematic for her was that she was now utterly alone.

She turned on all the lights hoping to banish every last trace of shadow. On the radio, she sought any station where people were talking. Korra liked music as much as anyone, but now wasn't the time for it. Her eyes moved from shaded corner to shaded corner, in search of any trace of what she'd come to call “Dark Korra.”

A normal person could safely assume that being stalked by their own doppelganger was a sign of madness, but for the Avatar, there were other possibilities to consider, none of them more reassuring. Whatever was happening, Korra was seeing apparition from Kuvira's mirror everywhere now. Its eyes were always glowing red, as her uncle's had when he'd merged with the dark spirit, Vaatu, and become a dark Avatar. Thankfully her uncle had kept his pants on, her doppelganger was in the buff more often than not, doing lewd things to itself and making rude gestures, taunting her. Thankfully, she was the only person who could see this.

She needed sleep. Real sleep, not the naps she'd been taking under bridges and between dumpsters, places where no one would think to look for the Avatar. Asami's bed would still smell like her, wherever she was. After some rest, Korra vowed she'd stop messing around and go see President Raiko about how she could help.

She drew a glass of water from the sink and downed half of it when she heard a mechanical buzzing noise from the bedroom. She went to investigate, thinking a hive of spirit bees had taken up residence in the penthouse. The buzzing was coming from Asami's dresser. She pulled out the bottom drawer, found only some rarely worn shirts and blouses; still it hummed. Moving the clothes, she discovered the drawer had a false bottom.

Her lover had been hiding quite a collection. Dildos styled from every nation lay humming in the drawer. Only a few were actual vibrators, the others merely shivered from proximity. One by one Korra took out the vibrators and turned them off. The shock of their discovery was still overshadowing the fact that they were apparently haunted as Korra examined each of them in turn, imaging how Asami had used them, how she'd enjoyed all their little twists, nubs, and bulges.

A few were made to be strapped to a pair of leather panties, with a subset of those designed to give the wearer something to consider while they gave it to their partner. It was one of these that she selected, finding its length and girth suitable to her mood.

She took it to the bed with her, let it flop heavily onto the mattress before taking off her dirty clothes. She fixed the phallus with a look of complete contempt, licking her lips as she thought of something dirty to say to it. “So, you're Asami's favorite,” she said, almost inaudibly. “Let's see what's so special about you.”

She made herself comfortable on the bed, propping the pillows up so she could sit upright with her legs splayed. She took the entire thing into her mouth while her fingers woke up her slit. She hadn't cum in days, hadn't felt the need. She didn't feel it now, not in her body at least, but it was coming around. The dildo was made from the same material as the one she'd discovered earlier. To get herself ready, she imagined it was Mako in her mouth. When that didn't work, she though of Bolin. No good. She closed her eyes and imagined Asami, the dildo strapped around her waist. Close, but not quite. Only when she thought of Kuvira using her bending to slide a metal cock in and out of her mouth did she truly moisten.

Ready as she'd ever be, Korra brought the slick phallus down to her womanhood, gently positioning it for entry right before turning on the vibration. She shivered, still thinking of Kuvira as she pushed the dildo deeper. The harder she tightened around it the better it felt, and that was before she began moving it with her wrist. She let out a deep groan, a lewd noise she'd have never uttered had she not been completely alone. She'd use every toy she could, one right after the other, then she'd wake up and do the rest of them.

She closed her eyes, imaging it was Kuvira fucking her, calling her a slut and other filthy names. She'd earned it, she'd been beaten, she'd take whatever the Great Uniter gave her and beg for more. She'd lick... she could feel Kuvira's presence, her weight on her legs. She opened her eyes and her blood froze. The Dark Korra, the red-eyed apparition, was on top of her.

The dark one wore the leather straps designed to bear the dildo between Korra's legs. She was grinning from ear to her, her lust unmistakable even through her glowing red eyes. Tongue out and wagging, she touched her fingertips to the top of her pelvis and slowly drew them upward, showing off how sleek and fit she was, how tight and trim Korra herself used to be. Squeezing her own breasts, she laughed, high and mocking. Still with a grin, she took the humming dildo from inside Korra and licked it like a candy stick before fitting it into the straps around her waist.

“W-what are you?” said Korra, watching the hallucination push her knees to the side and position the dildo between her legs for reentry. She got no answer, only a sudden, deep thrust. She let out a squeal, then a cry as the vibrator switched on. The apparition began thrusting into her like a horndog, concerned only with its own pleasure, as if it could feel through the synthetic penis it wore between its legs.

Well, this cinched it, she thought. She'd gone completely crazy. Seeing visions of yourself was one thing, but being fucked by them was quite another. Rather than shake the apparition away, Korra leaned into it, let it have her in all the ways it wanted. When it pulled out from her, she took it in the mouth, tasting herself on the otherwise flavorless synthetic surface. She let the vision have her sideways, then from behind. She came while listening to the sound of its hips slapping against her butt. It never said a word, it only breathed more heavily as it put the dildo to her harder and harder. She made no effort to fight it as it held her butt still and brought the tip of the dildo to her back door. Gently but firmly, it crossed that barrier and went wild.

She was brought to her senses by a hard smack across her ass.

Sore and empty she turned around expecting to see nothing but a strap-on dildo lying on the bed. Instead she saw it on Lin Beifong, who looked to be at the end of her patience despite the satisfied glow she was emitting from having cum.

“I have to say, Avatar, it was nice being a pain in your ass for once,” she said, taking off the strap-on and setting it on the floor.

“How... what....”

“When you didn't show up for your appointment, I had you tracked down and followed. My metalbenders say you've been in a sort of fugue state, wandering around like a bum. I was going to have you brought in for your own good, but you seemed healthy enough, and frankly we've all seen the damage you can do when you're spooked. I figured you'd come here, eventually,” said Lin.

Korra rubbed her eyes. She had a headache. Moreover, she no longer had any idea what was real. “I... haven't been feeling well since...”

“You're about to feel even worse,” said Lin, picking up from the floor a ten by six yellow envelope. She tossed it next to Korra, who picked it up and pulled out the glossy photographs inside. “It's from Kuvira, to you.”

Korra heard the dildos buzzing as she looked through the photos, though they all lay silent in their secret drawer. The pictures were all of Asami, naked and bound by ropes in ways that displayed and accentuated various parts of her body. Whoever had tied her up had treated her like an art piece, setting her in a chair with her legs apart and breasts bound high, on a bed with her legs pulled up, the bonds making her curves all the curvier. Incensed, aroused, Korra's hands shook, not over the lewd poses but at the look in Asami's eyes. She was loving every minute of it.

The final photo was of Asami and Suyin. They'd been tied facing each other so that a long, double-ended dildo could be held in both their mouths. On the back of this picture was a note in tight, neat scrawl.

“Dear Avatar, as you can see, your friends also underestimated me. I know you'll think there's hope in a rematch. Normally, I wouldn't grant such a thing, not after such a decisive loss, but given your station, I'll have to at least consider it. I will, however, expect you to put up a better fight. I want to feel some sense of satisfaction after I crush you once and for all. - Yours, K.”

“Wow,” said Korra.

“This is worse than I thought,” said Lin, getting dressed. “If it were just Asami getting beat, I could chalk it up to her having been spoiled from dating the likes of you, but for Suyin to go down... something doesn't add up.”

Visions of Kuvira floated through Korra's head, some of them real, some of them imagined, all of them what she would masturbate to later if she got the chance. “She's better than she looks, okay? I don't see why that's so crazy.”

“The only thing crazy around here is you,” said Lin, lifting Korra's shirt and smelling it before making a face and tossing it towards a hamper. “Get yourself some clean clothes and come with me down to the station. We'll hose you off there and begin your training.”

“Training? I'm a wreck, I can't...”

“Zip it,” Lin snapped. “You're the Avatar, it's your job to keep the peace. When you first came to Republic City the only airbending you could do was out of your butt, but now you're a master. You'll get better at this, too. You have to.”

With a slump in her shoulders, Korra slid off the bed and went to find the spare clothes she kept in Asami's apartment. She tried to hide the wobble in her walk, but failed. Whatever she mastered next, she hoped rear end wasn't involved.
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