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The Need to Control	By : SapphoSynergy Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 4153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“What? You want me?” Korra said, taken aback, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Kuvira flicked her eyes up and down Korra’s body, but she didn’t move any closer.
“I think you know what I mean, Avatar.”
Korra blushed deeply and pressed herself back against her chair, trying to remove herself from Kuvira’s intent gaze.
“No, I don’t understand at all!” Korra exclaimed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“If you haven’t noticed the way I’ve looked at you,” Kuvira explained, “The way I looked at you through our whole adventure trying to take down Guan, then you’re not as smart as I thought.”
Realization dawned on Korra.
“You pulled strings to get me to come all the way here… just so you could lay me?” Korra asked incredulously.
“Don’t think I’ve ignored the way you’ve been looking at me,” Kuvira continued.
“I haven’t!” Korra lied, “I mean, I’m in a relationship. A good relationship! Why would I want anything from you?”
Kuvira started to move closer, but with a moment of hesitation, Korra airbent her own breath at Kuvira, pushing her back. Korra got to her feet quickly and rushed toward the front door.
“Leave if you want, Korra,” Kuvira said, “But you’re the one who asked me what I needed.”
Without saying another word, Korra pushed her way out the front door. The guards seemed slightly concerned at Korra’s distraught expression.
“Is everything alright, Avatar Korra?” one of them asked.
“It’s fine,” Korra said dismissively.
She slowed her run to a walk as she made her way back to the tram over to Suyin’s house. She needed to get home as fast as possible – away from Kuvira, who had ulterior motives for bringing her here. Away from her own confusing feelings.

Korra lay on Suyin’s guest bed, her mind at war with itself.
She’s a complete asshole for wanting me to come here just to have sex with me, Korra thought. But… I did see what distress she’s been in. Maybe there were multiple reasons she wanted me here.
What did it even matter? Kuvira had tried to seduce her, negating any obligations Korra may have had toward helping Kuvira through her problems.
What if… What if having sex with her will make us closer, maybe even close enough for me to see what’s really going on? Korra thought.
Then she laughed at herself. What an excuse! Was she really going to lie to herself about the reason she wanted to have sex with Kuvira, to fuck her, to see her hair come undone and messy the way it had been in the Spirit World? She couldn’t pretend like she was going to make a big sacrifice by giving herself over to lust.
What would Asami think?
She told herself that Asami would be fine with it. They were in an open relationship, after all. This was Korra’s secret to keep. Asami didn’t talk about her outside lovers, and Korra didn’t need to either. But deep within her, she knew the betrayal Asami would feel if she knew that Korra was considering having sex with the dictator who had killed Asami’s father.
Korra shook her head to clear it. Why was she even debating this? This was a cut and dry solution. Kuvira had taken advantage of the strings she could pull, and Korra was not needed anymore. She would return home immediately. She would never come to see Kuvira again.
But instead of going to Suyin and telling her she needed to catch the first airship home, Korra found herself reaching for the telephone beside her bed. After three or four rings, Korra started to feel sweat building on her forehead. What if Kuvira didn’t answer?
“Hello?” a tired, husky voice came through the speaker.
“It’s Korra.”
“Hello, Avatar,” Kuvira said, her voice seeming to strengthen, “Have you had time to reconsider?”
What am I doing? Korra thought.
She closed her eyes and spoke into the receiver, wanting to get the talking part over quickly.
“Yes,” she said through gritted teeth, “You wanted me to counsel you. Well, I can come back in an hour or so for some counseling.”
Kuvira seemed to catch her meaningful emphasis.
“I’ll be ready for you,” she said.
The dark tone Kuvira had taken with that statement sent thrills through Korra’s spine, going down through her stomach and landing with a shock on her clit. Without another word, Korra hung up the phone.
As Korra showered, she wondered how the night would go. What did Kuvira want? Would she see a new, gentle side of Kuvira, one that she’d hardly seen before? Would she want Korra to be dominant? Submissive? Something in between? A thought ran through her head.
I can just be whatever she needs at the moment.

Korra showed up at Kuvira’s home later that evening, a few old books in tow. A pair of different guards stood outside the door for the night shift.
“Just had to grab some books for some spiritual counseling,” Korra said, smiling innocently at them.
They barely batted an eye, but instead just opened the door and gave her a quick bow with a fist next to an open hand as a greeting.
Once inside, Korra walked uncertainly through the darkened living room and kitchen.
“Kuvira?” she called.
The former dictator was nowhere to be found. Korra cleared her throat before walking through the kitchen to the back rooms. The first door she found was the bathroom, also dark. Then she tried the other door, opening it to a candlelit bedroom.
Maybe Kuvira is more romantic than I thought, Korra mused.
“Kuvira, where are you?” Korra asked, a bit more quietly this time.
She was answered by the shing of metal flying through the air. Two strips of shining metal wrapped themselves around her wrists, forcing them up above her head and against the wall. Korra frantically looked beside her to the door, where Kuvira entered, a smug smile on her face. She was dressed up again, wearing another formal vest with a pale green button-up underneath, rolled up to her elbows.
“Kuvira… what are you—” Korra started.
“Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay?” Kuvira answered mockingly.
She stood in front of Korra, looking her prize up and down.
I guess she’s going to be completely in charge tonight, Korra thought, I suppose it makes sense. She has no power anywhere else in her life.
Kuvira looked aside at the heavily curtained window, placing her arms behind her back in a proud posture.
“If I do anything tonight that you’re not alright with,” she said, “I want you to tell me immediately. I owe you that fairness for what I’m about to do to you.”
Korra could feel herself getting wetter, and she had the feeling that her underwear was soaked.
“So, do you have anything to say about this?” Kuvira asked, glancing at the cuffs holding Korra’s wrists above her head.
With a shameful blush, Korra shook her head. This was exactly the kind of thing she’d been fantasizing that Asami would do to her. A small smirk grew across Kuvira’s face, and she raised her chin.
“Good.”
Kuvira immediately reached for Korra’s sleeveless shirt, unbuttoning the side of it until it exposed her entire chest. Kuvira had hardly touched her yet, but Korra still groaned with the anticipation of pleasure. She received a surprise when Kuvira reached below her belt to cup Korra’s pants between her legs.
“This is mine tonight,” Kuvira stated, “I will not have you touching yourself or touching me without my permission. Do you understand?”
Korra nodded meekly, but then spoke up hesitantly.
“But how am I supposed to get you off if…”
Another piece of metal came out of nowhere and snapped around Korra’s mouth.
“Quiet,” Kuvira growled.
Korra wanted so badly to tear Kuvira’s clothes off, the way Kuvira was doing to her, and reveal the mysteries beneath. Was Kuvira’s skin soft or muscled? What would her breasts feel like? And did she keep her hair down below shaven or did she let it grow into black spirals? But it seemed like Kuvira had no intention of taking her own clothes off for the time being.
Korra let herself fall into a trance-like state as Kuvira continued undressing her. She helped Kuvira by kicking off her boots and lifting her legs as each pant leg came off. Then Kuvira let her wrists free from the wall, though they still each were bound with metal cuffs, in order to pull her shirt over her head. Caught up in the moment, Korra forgot Kuvira’s commands for a second and reached out to caress Kuvira’s body. Kuvira quickly put an end to that by metalbending Korra’s cuffs behind her back. A slap hit Korra in the face, and she looked up to see Kuvira’s raised hand.
“Don’t touch me again,” Kuvira warned, her brows lowering, “I won’t go so easy on you next time.”
She grabbed Korra roughly by the arm and tossed her onto the bed, face-up. Korra didn’t resist, and she let herself be manhandled. She was completely dazzled by the dominance of this woman. She felt her cuffs moving until they stuck to the bedframe above her head. She was now entirely naked and felt self-conscious under the gaze of the domineering woman.
She heard Kuvira rummaging around, and she saw that she had opened a drawer. She pulled out a few things that Korra couldn’t see very well, and one that she could. Kuvira was hovering a piece of black metal above her hand with metalbending, spinning it this way and that. It was long and cylindrical, curving slightly until it reached a rounded shape at the end. Korra blushed when she realized what it was. Kuvira must have shaped it herself. Kuvira raised an eyebrow when she saw Korra’s face.
“Any idiot with metalbending can hurt people,” she said, “But it takes real skill to cause pleasure.”
She drew her hand into a fist, causing the metal dildo to vibrate.
“I can see you’re excited,” Kuvira teased.
Korra blushed again. Was she that obvious at showing her excitement? Her shoulders felt tense with the anticipation of the vibration inside of her.
“But you’re not getting this yet,” Kuvira continued, “You’ll have to earn your pleasure.”
Korra relaxed her shoulders, feeling slightly disappointed. The dildo stopped vibrating and Kuvira placed it on the bed just beside Korra. Korra could feel the cold metal barely touching her thigh.
Kuvira picked something else up as she let Korra’s wrists free from the headboard and gave her another command.
“Get on your hands and knees, Avatar.”
Korra hesitated just a second too long.
“What do you say?” Kuvira asked authoritatively.
She released the metal from over Korra’s mouth.
“I don’t know,” Korra fumbled to say.
Kuvira strode over to Korra and grabbed her chin forcefully, turning it so that Korra was forced to look up into Kuvira’s green eyes.
“You say ‘Yes, Master’,” Kuvira commanded.
“Yes… Master,” Korra said slowly.
Kuvira grabbed her by the throat, just barely tightly enough to cause pressure. Then she used her other hand to grab Korra’s arm again and force her onto her elbows and knees. It was then that Korra saw what Kuvira was holding in her other hand – some kind of stick with a small piece of leather at the end, like a riding crop.
What the hell, Kuvira is kinky, Korra thought, What did I get myself into?
She reminded herself that she could stop this at any time. Kuvira had made that clear, and Korra had very little doubt that Kuvira would honor her word. But… she didn’t really want things to stop.
What’s wrong with me, that I want this to continue? Korra thought.
“I think ten lashes is a fair punishment for your disobedience earlier,” Kuvira said, “What do you think, Avatar?”
Korra wasn’t sure how to answer, exactly. Kuvira let her think for a few moments, ass in the air, nose just barely grazing her clasped hands on the bed. The dildo still lay against one of her legs.
“Yes, Master,” she replied finally.
“Move around all you want, arch your back, shake…” Kuvira offered, “But every time you make a sound, you’ll get one more lash.”
That should be easy. From fighting all the time, Korra’s pain tolerance was fairly high. She didn’t foresee having any trouble keeping quiet for ten lashes.
“Yes, Master,” she replied.
Kuvira must have heard the slight smugness in Korra’s voice, because she snorted amusedly.
The first strike came as a surprise, although it didn’t hurt as much as Korra had anticipated. Still, with the surprise, it took all Korra had not to hiss through her teeth. The sudden pain on her ass was arousing, and it shocked Korra how much it turned her on. A second lash came, and Korra arched her back with the pain. Kuvira hadn’t held back this time. As if to apologize for the sharp pain, the riding crop softly caressed her in a circle around the spot where it had struck.
Korra heard Kuvira grunt with effort, and the riding crop whistled through the air again. Korra bit her lip to keep from groaning as the strike landed. That was three, and so far, Korra was doing well. Strikes four and five came together, hitting the same spot and causing Korra to jump slightly.
Korra heard the riding crop fall onto the bed, and she felt Kuvira’s body come closer to hers. What was Kuvira doing? Suddenly, a hand caressed her left breast as it hung down toward the bed. Too surprised to make a noise, Korra remained quiet, except for a small breath in. Kuvira experimentally used feathery touches and firm grasps, until finally she pinched Korra’s nipple sharply. Korra moaned in pain and pleasure, unable to help herself. She pushed her chest into Kuvira’s hand, wanting more.
“One more lash,” Kuvira whispered triumphantly.
Oh, she’s playing dirty, Korra thought, feeling slightly betrayed.
Kuvira removed her hand from Korra’s breast and stood back, picking up the riding crop again. Korra slowly wiggled her hips from side to side, preparing herself for more pain. The stings came faster this time, three in a row. Six, seven, eight. Korra preoccupied herself with counting them instead of thinking about how they felt. She let her body writhe a bit to let out some of the pain that wanted to escape as a yelp. She heard a slight, lusty laugh from Kuvira, an evil chuckle that she hadn’t heard since fighting her outside Zaofu. Korra’s heart quickened at the sound. In this context, it was more sexy than infuriating, although it still drove fear into her veins.
“You’re taking this well,” Kuvira complimented her, “Maybe too well.”
“I am the Avatar,” Korra couldn’t help but reply.
“One more lash,” Kuvira replied.
Korra shut up quickly. As Kuvira approached her nude body again from the left side, she drew in another shaky breath. She could feel Kuvira’s hips so close to her own, and her breasts hovered just above Korra’s back. Kuvira began fondling Korra’s breast again with one hand, but this time she shifted and gave Korra a smack in the rear with the crop at the same time. The mixture of pleasure and pain was too much for Korra. She could feel her wetness dripping down her legs. She needed to be fucked, now.
“Master…” she said weakly, “Please—”
“Not yet,” came Kuvira’s deep voice, “And you’d better be quiet if you ever want that to happen.”
Korra looked up beside her to where Kuvira was leaning over her. Kuvira’s features were twisted into a perverted mixture of desire and sadism. She smirked when she saw Korra looking at her with such desperation.
“But I do have some mercy,” Kuvira said, “I’ll make the rest of these quick.”
Korra wanted to thank her, but she thought better of it. She didn’t need another lash for speaking. As the strikes came one after the other, Korra squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Just as the pain was rising to a breaking point, Kuvira stopped the lashes. Korra sighed with relief.
Kuvira pushed her onto the bed, face-up once again.
“Good job. You’ve earned your pleasure, Avatar,” Kuvira said in a congratulatory tone, “Now stay right there.”
Kuvira walked over to the dresser, where she placed the riding crop. There she picked up what looked like straps of fabric or some kind of undergarment. She started to undress in front of Korra, but she didn’t remove all of her clothes. Instead, she left on her tank top and dark briefs. She put on the undergarment of straps, which had a large round metal ring on the front of the crotch. Korra didn’t understand what it was for until Kuvira metalbent the dildo from the bed to the metal ring. Kuvira in a strap-on – the idea was almost enough to make Korra orgasm on the spot.
Kuvira grinned again as she faced Korra. She grabbed Korra’s legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where she folded her legs to the sides. Korra wanted to wrap her legs around Kuvira, but she wasn’t sure if that was allowed, so she left them where they were.
“And now I have you where I want you,” Kuvira crooned, “Desperate, waiting for me to fuck you. Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait any longer.”
She looked like she was thinking for a moment.
Just fuck me already! Korra thought.
“All you have to do is beg,” Kuvira said wickedly.
Korra might have felt too proud to beg before her lashing, but now she was perfectly ready to plead for her orgasm.
“Please, Master, please fuck me. Let me come, please.”
Looking satisfied with Korra’s desperate begging, Kuvira smiled and looked down to where the strap-on teased Korra’s entrance. Using her hand to guide the dildo inside, Kuvira slowly pushed her hips toward Korra’s. The cold metal felt heavenly as the rounded tip slipped inside Korra, as did Kuvira’s hand near her clit.
“You like this more than I thought you would,” Kuvira mused, “You’re so wet.”
Korra bit her lip with embarrassment and pleasure.
“May I moan now?” she asked, afraid of another lashing if she made noise.
“You may,” Kuvira replied.
In response, Korra moaned heavily, letting out a deep sigh in the process. As Kuvira hilted the strap-on within her, Korra couldn’t help but be amazed at how good it felt.
“Thank you,” she sighed.
“Thank you, what?” Kuvira said sternly, but with a smile in her voice.
Korra looked up at Kuvira’s eyes gleaming in the candlelight.
“Thank you, Master.”
Pleased by this, Kuvira started to thrust with her hips, her green eyes gazing down under dark brows menacingly. Through the pleasure that made her legs shake, Korra wondered what she looked like now. Was she a disheveled mess, just like Asami the other night? Thinking of Asami made her feel guilty, so she pushed away that thought.
Kuvira began to sweat with the effort of her thrusts, and a drop or two fell on Korra’s stomach. Kuvira grunted with her exertion, clearly getting out some pent-out desire and rage that she’d been feeling for the past months since her sentence started. Some of her hair had loosened itself from her bun and stuck to her face. Korra went with the flow of the moment, letting pleasure carry her along in waves.
“Say you’re mine,” Kuvira growled, almost too quietly to hear.
“What?” Korra asked, “I mean, what, Master?”
Kuvira reached forward to grab Korra’s hair. As her hand balled into a fist around a handful of Korra’s hair, the strap-on began to vibrate, sending another wave of electric pleasure through Korra, and causing Kuvira to almost bend over. She must have felt the vibration on her clit.
“Say you belong to me,” Kuvira said, her voice raw with pleasure.
The thought of Asami crossed her mind once more, but Korra ignored it. In this moment, she belonged completely to Kuvira.
“I belong to you, Master,” Korra cried out.
Kuvira pulled a bit harder on Korra’s hair in response as she thrusted. It didn’t seem like Kuvira could internalize her pleasure any longer, and she moaned deeply despite her inhibitions. Hearing this, Korra’s legs began to shake again, and she knew she was about to come.
“Fuck! Oh, Kuvira!” Korra cried.
She was too enthralled in pleasure to be worried about whether she would be punished for not calling Kuvira “Master”. But Kuvira seemed to like being called by her name, because she sheathed her strap-on deep within Korra. Korra could feel Kuvira’s legs shaking, even as the vibration of the dildo slowed to a stop. After the shaking ended, and after Korra’s own orgasm came to a close, Kuvira pulled out of Korra and collapsed on the bed beside her.
Korra opened her eyes and looked at the exhausted Kuvira. A bead of sweat rolled slowly down her face beside the beauty mark under her eye. When Kuvira opened her eyes, Korra was surprised to see that Kuvira looked… embarrassed.
“Are you ok?” Korra whispered hesitantly, not wanting to break the magic of the post-sex glow.
Kuvira looked down.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it. And you? Are you… alright?”
Her earnest look came in contrast to the sadism she had just displayed.
“I’m more than alright,” Korra reassured her, “That was… that was the hottest thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”
Kuvira sighed and leaned backward onto the bed.
“I’m glad.”
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