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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
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- 9-Nine
- 10-10
- 11-10
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The cove on the western side of Air Temple Island was its best-kept secret; nearly impossible to see from the shipping lanes, rarely glimpsed by fishing and pleasure boats due to dangerous shoals, and hidden from the air by a limestone overhang, those who had discovered all followed an informal code of silence, and kept their visits rare. In many ways, it reminded Avatar Korra of the spirit world.

The spot Kya picked out for them was a flat rock, tucked just far enough under the overhang to give them a balance between privacy and sunlight. They lay on a blanket woven out of sky bison fur. The material was soft as any silk and drank up the sun's rays without becoming too warm. Wonderful as the blanket was, Kya's body was better, making Korra forget about all her troubles, even for a few hours.

The Avatar wasn't the only one exploring a new body. Kya paid careful attention to every inch of her, licking what she didn't kiss, squeezing everything. Their entanglement bordered on lovemaking, but Korra felt more like a pro-bender being sized up by a scout, one who not only forgave her faults but found opportunities in them. She felt like her old self again, until she remembered she was only clay in Kya's hands. The waterbender could make her cum anytime she liked, for as long as she liked, as hard as she liked; she could turn Korra into a wet puddle and leave her to dry up in the sun if she wished.

Finally, Kya knelt between her legs, took Korra's hand and placed it on her thigh. “Well? What do you think?”

Korra realized they hadn't spoken a single word since coming here, that their bodies had done all the talking. “About what?”

“Me. My body. What do you think of it?”

The woman's sunkissed skin bore the weight and lines of years and many experiences, highlighting the life and vigor held within. Korra smiled and licked her lips. “Can't you tell?”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Korra swallowed a lump in her throat, the request seemed horribly intimate for a little roll in the sun.

“It's nice. You're nice. Like, really nice,” she said.

Kya rolled her eyes playfully and stroked the inside of Korra's thighs. “Well, I think you're nice, too,” she said, her voice having gone down an octave. “I've wanted you like this since the day you came to this island.”

“Oh?” said Korra, not sure how to take that.

“Yeah,” Kya said, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned over. “In fact, you're who I like to think about when I want to cum.” She took Korra's hand, slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked it, demonstrating what her lips and tongue were capable of. “See, I paid you a sexy compliment. Felt nice, didn't it? You try.”

Korra's mouth ran dry. A sexy compliment? She looked to the shadow under Kya's belly for inspiration, her eyes slowly rising to linger between her breasts. “You're... hot. Like, really hot. I didn't think you'd be so, so sexy, you know?”

This time Kya's rolling eyes were less than playful, but her smile was still genuine. “Thank you, Korra. It feels good because I can tell you mean it.”

“I do,” said Korra. “I want to keep doing stuff with you, but... shouldn't I be training?”

Kya's laugh was drowned under the crashing of a big wave below them. Some of the spray landed on their rock, but a wave of Kya's hand returned it to the sea.

“I have been training you. Lin was teaching you to deny your pleasure, I'm showing you how to embrace it, how to use it to make someone else feel good. That's what this is all about. Now, throw away those inhibitions. It's just me and you here, no one else. Do what feels good, say what feels good. Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I think I got it.”

Kya fell over her like a warm rain, her hands chasing tingles across Korra's skin while her lips came down like lightning, hot and scorching. It felt good to be caught under such weather and she wanted to return the feeling. The waterbender was a pliable partner, easily letting Korra roll her onto her back where she could better receive. Korra liked the woman's neck best, but wanted to save it, kissing her way over lighter skin, settling between her warm breasts. She nuzzled them, licked her way to the center, teased the nipples between her teeth.

“Mmm, you like my tits, do you?” said Kya, pushing Korra's hair from her eyes.

It took Korra a second to realize she'd been lobbed a slow one. “Yeah,” she said. “They're amazing. So soft and bouncy, especially for an older woman...”

The silver waterbender's flat expression held Korra in its cold regard for an age before softening. “Korra, honey, you're so sweet and dumb,” said the older woman, tussling her hair. “My tits have aged like fine wine, it's true, but I'm wondering if they're your real passion here?”

Korra held both breasts in her hands, stared into the hard, wet nipples as if they were eyes. She let them go, sliding down the length of Kya's body, feeling the dark, course hair between her legs. Kya remained propped on her elbows, watching Korra with a skeptical eye. The Avatar took this as a challenge and limbered up her tongue before diving in. This was more like it, Korra thought, until her teacher cleared her throat.

“Do you like ice cream, Korra?” she said, still resting on her elbows.

“Who doesn't?” she said, remembering the evening she'd first tasted the stuff. She'd been riding around with the others in search of Equalists, not finding any, when somehow they got on the topic of frozen junk food. They'd all thought Korra an expert on such things, and had been shocked to learn she'd never eaten ice cream or even shaved ice. Her first cone had been vanilla flavored, a choice every one seemed mildly disappointed in, though she'd never learned why.

“You don't lick it to make the ice cream feel good, do you?”

Korra thought about it for a moment. “I guess not,” she said, thinking ice cream probably hated being eaten to begin with and didn't care much about the method used to devour it. Unless... ice cream wanted to be eaten?

“Eat my pussy like you'd eat an ice cream. Your favorite flavor. Take your time, I won't melt.”

Korra dove right back in, imagining the wetter spots were dripping cream and that she had to lick them first to keep them from dribbling down the cone and onto her hand. After a nice, tasty ring around the bottom she licked off the top, her lips coming into play, wearing the cream down. She noted Kya's breathing was getting heavier and spent more time licking and sucking the top of the ice cream, letting it drip and run down over her chin.

She felt Kya's hands on top of her head. In between licks, she did other things with her tongue, pushing on spots she liked, careful not to knock the cream off its cone. The ice cream had lost its rough look, was now sleek and smooth from her tongue's constant attention. The lower it got to the cone, the more her lips came into play. She wanted to dip her mouth lower, to take a bite from the cone, but didn't dare. Instead, she kept licking, using her tongue as a scoop until Kya came.

It was short and sweet, like actual ice cream, and it left the waterbender sighing in content as a sliver of sunlight crept over the bison fur mat.

“Did... was that...”

“Well, you got me off,” said Kya. “Still, I couldn't help but feel like you were holding back.”

Wiping her mouth clean, Korra sat up into the lotus position and sighed. “I don't know. Okay, you're right, but I just don't know how to cut loose, or whatever I'm supposed to do.”

Kya sat up and shook her body loose before pondering her lapsed pupil. “I've got an idea,” she said, smiling. “Masturbate for me.”

“What?”

“Touch yourself. Show me how you do you. It'll be hot, trust me.”

Even though Korra trusted her mentor, an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness came over her, turning her neck and face beet red. “You... you want to watch me... do myself?” She had to have heard Kya wrong, or misunderstood something.

“Don't tell me you don't masturbate?” said Kya. “Come on, Korra...”

“I do!” Korra shouted. The admission broke a barrier in her and she leaned back, spread her legs, and stuck two fingers in her mouth to slicken them. Her pussy felt cold, numb, yet still she went about the motions she knew would eventually gratify her. She kept her eyes half open as she made slow, wet circles with her fingers, the naked woman in front of her being a natural choice for a visual aid. While there was nothing but tenderness and safety in the sea-gray gaze watching her, Korra couldn't bear the scrutiny and had to shut her eyes.

She imagined herself in Asami's bed, the scent of the woman filling her mouth and nose. She tried to remember their last good tangle and could only think of the pictures Kuvira had sent and how tasty Asami had looked in them. Korra imagined being the ropes around her arms and legs, gently biting into the soft flesh around her middle, looping around her breasts and squeezing them, threading between her legs... she could feel something building inside her, a tension that rose with each slippery stroke. Now the ropes were around her, being pulled tight. She imagined Kuvira standing over her, slowly tightening her bonds, seeing how much she could take.

“Uh, good effort!” said Kya. “Try watching me for a second, it'll loosen things up.”

She watched Kya shift her weight to her left so the sun held her in its warmth. She laid her fingers over her womanhood, pulling her hand up the length of her body, admiring it with her eyes and sense of touch. Her breasts seem to bounce on their own accord as they were fondled and teased. When she slipped her fingers in her mouth it wasn't merely to wet them, she genuinely seemed to enjoy the taste and feel of herself. Eyes focused, lips parted, she used her wet fingers to tease her own pussy. She pulled in a very real breath when she began to press and draw circles, all while her free hand snuck in to gently, and not so gently, pinch her nipples.

Korra thought this would be the limit of the demonstration, but Kya had no plans for slowing down. A pink, stiff nipple abused by fingers found itself enveloped between a pair of soft lips, its twin was gently pinched and rolled by a set of teeth. When she brought her fingers to her mouth again it was to first lick them clean before changing positions. With her butt in the air and her face pressed against the bison fur mat, she used both hands to pleasure herself. She made no effort at all to keep quiet, wallowing in her own bliss as if there were no one else in the world. Finally, she fell onto her side, her hands working desperately to extend the orgasm she'd induced.

When it was done, they looked at each other in silence, Korra amazed and aghast, Kya contented and sleepy. “See? Now that's how you fuck yourself,” said Kya, sitting up.

Horny as she'd ever been, Korra could only think of jumping Kya right there on the bison fur mat. The thought of her doing anything like what she'd just seen wouldn't come, nor could she imagine doing it in front of anyone. With her head resting on her knee, she watched Kya slowly stand up.

“Let's try this,” said Kya, moving to the edge of the rock overlooking the water.

Watching someone bend in the nude was always interesting. Korra could almost see the element moving through the bender's body, as if they were really one and the same. Whatever Kya was doing, it was thoroughly intriguing. First, she used powerful, sweeping movements to call up the water she needed. Korra saw it was all in Kya's hips, which she still hoped to take a nap on. The water suddenly froze, forming a screen, which Kya spread across the gap in the rock by expanding her lovely arms. What she did next was interesting but not nearly as sexy. The effort was all in her elbows and wrists, with the result being the ice screen turned into several separate sheets of ice, all polished and bent to create serviceable mirrors.

“Ha! I did it!” said Kya. “That's hard to do, you know.”

Korra laughed, despite not liking where this was heading. “Great, now I can see how bad I am at this.”

Her mentor smiled wryly and flicked a bit of water at her. “These should last a while, if I did them right,” she said. “I'm gonna head up to the temple for a bit. I'll come back with lunch and see how you're doing.”

“What exactly will I be doing?” said Korra.

“Loving yourself. Making yourself cum. You've earned it. Sure, you're going through a rough patch, but you're still Avatar Korra. You beat the Equalists, saved the world from ten-thousand years of darkness, need I go on?”

Korra saw herself in the ice mirrors as the waterbender's words landed on her ears. She didn't recognize herself and had to turn away, to the rocks. “You're right,” she said, doubting it. “I'll do my best.”

She fussed getting into position, wasting time while watching Kya dress. When her teacher was gone, she faced away from the mirrors, towards the stone, and dipped her hand between her legs. Five minutes in, she cussed herself out. There were bad teachers, sure, but there were also bad students, and she'd come far enough along to know when she was the problem. Korra spun on her butt to face her reflections. Though they neither flattered nor offered insult, Korra loathed them anyway. She was sexy by anyone's standards but her own, and knowing that made her angry.

It also gave her an idea.

“Okay,” she said in a low voice, speaking to her reflections. “You wanna slack off? Well, it's time you got whipped into shape.”

She watched her own fingers slide between her legs, gently parting the folds of her womanhood. Remembering Kya, she drew her hand up the length of her body. No erotic tingles followed, only a slightly uncomfortable wetness from her fingers. She licked her digits clean, took them into her mouth and in the mirrors watched herself suck on them. Kya had looked as if she might cum from sucking her fingers, but Korra felt nothing beyond embarrassment.

A deep, centering breath. She was the Avatar, she was Korra, she could beat this. The lesson was to love herself, to do what felt good. She lay on her back, forgot about the mirrors, and went to town. Circles, strokes, hard squeezes, she did what felt best and ignored the pain in her wrist. She let out a ragged breath when she felt an orgasm starting to build. “Yes,” she hissed. “Yes, you like that. That's good, right there, yeah...”

This felt good, she could do this. She was a simple woman of simple pleasures, she didn't need compliments or metal beads or anything else. She was naked, she was alone, she was primal. She'd cum and cum and whoever was next better have a change of underwear. Feeling triumphant as she built towards a thundering orgasm she lifted her head, wanting to see herself cum.

Half a dozen Korras looked back at her through red eyes. Each had a different haircut, each was masturbating in a different way, all of them taunting the real Korra. Only the one directly in front of her matched her current position. It was laughing, fingering itself with wild abandon while it sat with its legs splayed.

“Who are you?” she said. “What does this mean?”

The reflection on the far left was sticking beads in one end while beads fell out of the other. The next was riding a stone phallus it had bent from out of the cliff, another was using waterbending the same way, riding a churning ball. A third was enthralled by her own breasts, squeezing them together and licking the protruding nipples.

The one in the center stopped masturbating, using its glistening fingers to call Korra closer. Feeling adrift, Korra came forward on her hands and knees, much to the reflection's delight. It spread its legs wide, showed Korra her most intimate self, invited her to pleasure it. Korra stuck out her tongue, wondered what she'd taste like. Sea ice, probably...

Her dark reflection vanished the instant her tongue stuck to the ice, leaving her to face only her stupid, stupid self. She tried to pull away gently, saw she'd lose half her taste buds if she continued. A tap of her finger liquefied the entire mirror. She must have put more oomph into the bend than she'd realized, for the others all came down as well.

When Kya found her, she was sitting on the sky bison fur mat with her head between her knees.

“From the looks of things, I'd say you either didn't do very well, or you knocked it out of the arena,” said Kya.

Korra raised her eyes but kept her head down. “I don't think I can face Kuvira again,” she said into her arms as Kya sat down beside her. She told her mentor about the reflections, about the hallucinations. “I don't know what it means. I've seen weird stuff before, but nothing like this.”

Kya rubbed her back in slow, comforting circles. She'd brought sandwiches, wrapped in paper. “Does my mom know about this?” said Kya.

A fresh wave of guilt washed over Korra. The months she'd spent with Kya's mother learning to walk again had been some of the most intense in her life, emotionally and physically. She and the old healer had become close in the way few people could, Katara having seen Korra at her absolute lowest and being the one to help her climb back up. Still, she'd not told the healer everything. Granted, her visions had been little more than flickering shadows then, only taking form when she finally left the south.

Kya scratched the back of the Avatar's neck, handed her a wrapped sandwich. “Korra, honey, you still need healing. Kuvira or not, we need to get you to the South Pole.”
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