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Nuder Mover	By : Ksennin Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 16903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The festivities were soon over. With Korra apparently broken, there was little sport in continuing to humiliate her. The Equalists scrambled, hastening to press their attack on Republic City before Korra’s absence could be noted. It wouldn’t be left so undefended for long.
Korra was left alone with the guards and with Asami. The traitor brought her a canteen of water.
“Drink,” she said, her syrupy voice now twisted with sadness.
“Fuck you,” Korra replied. “Fucking bitch…”
Asami blinked. Then her hand touched Korra’s brow, brushing some disheveled hair away from her eyes. As much as Korra hated her now, after so much suffering, she couldn’t help but leech at that small kindness. Fresh tears threatened her eyes.
“I know you’re not okay,” Asami said. “And I’m so, so sorry you had to go through that. I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t get you out then. If I had tried, we’d both be prisoners. This way, I can help you escape.”
“You’re…” Asami wiped Korra’s tears away enough for her to look Asami in the face, registering genuine concern there. Regret and sympathy burning in her so bright, Korra could’ve sobbed for relief. “You’re on my side?”
“Yes, and I’m going to get you out of here. The only problem is, Amon’s taken every possible precaution. The only way you can break free is by entering the Avatar State.”
Asami chuckled harshly. “Fat chance of that.”
“I know. You have to be in an enlightened meditative state, and that must be about the hardest thing I could ask of you right now. So I want you to trust me and let me help you. For this to work, you need to relax—“ Her light touch ran over Korra’s forehead again, then away, tracing her jawline—down along her throat—all the way to her barely moving breasts. “You need to feel good.”
“I… Asami, you don’t even like me. I’ve never even been with a woman before.”
“I like you a great deal,” Asami confessed, her hand running shiveringly down Korra’s back as they embraced, the ripe contours of her hips and ass now soothingly massaged. “And I know why you and Mako kissed. You Benders, you draw on spiritual energy. An Avatar would need more than anyone else. The fastest way to spiritual energy is through orgasm. You must’ve needed sex like a fire needs fuel.”
“I did… but… I’m sorry… shouldn’t have with Mako… maybe Bolin…”
Asami laughed warmly. “I’m not sure he would’ve fit. Just play along, alright? I’m ravishing you.”
“Ravishing… me…”
“I’ll make it feel good. I promise.”
Korra wasn’t listening. Asami’s hands were too soothing. They were all that mattered. The gentleness of that knowing caress felt all the better for coming after such brutality. It was restful, tingling, pleasant. No animalistic pawing or domination. Only the satin contact of stroking fingers, and the protective curl of Asami’s body tight around her own, Asami’s breasts and leather jacket pressing into Korra’s naked back, the warmth of her breathing along Korra’s spine—the heat of her pussy with the smoothly rounded firmness of Korra’s ass.
It seemed to take a long time for Asami’s sly, well-manicured hand to make its way around Korra’s bruised body, working over her sore ribs to her full breasts and clasping them with gentle knowledge. It took so long, it was like Asami was waiting for Korra to want it, want more than just the press of their bodies together, want the nimble inventor’s fingers at her dark nipples.
Now Korra’s head turned, orienting itself to a set of lips she knew would be there. Their mouths sough and found each other, at first just a meeting of lips and a sharing of breaths, but then Asami’s tongue glided out to twirl over Korra’s lips in sensuous circles, without any hurry or demand. Korra turned further around, testing the limits of her chains. When Asami embraced her, their full breasts crushed together, and Korra felt that Asami’s nipples were as hard as her own.
“Now let me show you something you’ve been missing,” Asami whispered in Korra’s mouth, her words as tender as a kiss. Korra could suck on them all day, like candy.
Reaching into her toolbelt, still giving Korra small kisses like drops of water on a blazing day, she brought out a slim black box. Inside was an even smaller metal rod, only as long as Korra’s hand, rounded and gentle looking. It looked almost like a work of abstract art.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” Asami confessed. “This makes it a lot easier to… think about you.”
She pressed a button at the base of the device and it began to vibrate. Korra didn’t understand, thought it was broken until Asami wrapped her arms back around Korra’s ribs and moved the… ‘vibrator’ over her abdomen.
Its touch was exhilarating.
“This will give you more sexual energy than you’ll know what to do with,” Asami promised, grinning to herself as she teased the vibrator at Korra’s instantly hard clitoris, the oscillating vibrations rolling through Korra’s belly to become racing pleasure deep inside her body. It was a wonderful, secret alchemy.
Kissing Korra’s throat—reminding the Avatar of how a cat would care for a kitten by hauling it about by the scruff—Asami brought the vibrator back up to her bared nipples, bringing them erect in quivery passes. Her other hand was down between Korra’s legs, rubbing her thighs. She went higher on Korra’s leg as the vibrator went lower. When Asami palmed Korra’s sex, the vibrator met her clit in short passes.
Korra closed her eyes. The feelings just got better and better.
Then Asami’s hand came away, to her clit, rolling over it with wet chops, and the vibrator pushed at Korra’s sex. It felt better than any man she’d ever had.
“Fuck me,” Korra panted gently. “Fuck me like that thing was really your prick.”
“I invented it,” Asami said smugly. “It is my prick.”
She pushed in gentle waves of motion, making Korra’s cunt open more and more to the vibration of the gadget. Until the buzz itself was inside her, trembling through her loins. Asami licked the side of Korra’s face as she pushed the vibrator nearly all the way in, then drew it back out sopping wet, and touched it to Korra’s clit once more.
Then something inside Korra shook, as if in symphony, and it shook and shook, harder and harder, far beyond what any little toy could do. Korra’s world shook so hard, she wondered how the building was still standing when it was over.
Asami ran the vibrator down Korra’s leg, giving her a blessed, hateful break from its pleasure.
“How long does that thing run for?” Korra panted.
“Four hours,” Asami said modestly.
“Then you’ve got no excuse to stop.”
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