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Korra Bending	By : Clocktower Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Crossovers > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 5061 -:- 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
- 13-13
- 6
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- 8
A steep wind blasted the granite walls of the White Lotus compound, spilling over into the courtyards and walkways where it yawned and howled. The sound was familiar to Avatar Korra, who'd spent much of her life tuning it out while trying to meditate. Perhaps airbending would have come easier to her had she listened better.

“I like your new haircut,” said Katara as she entered the sitting room, snapping Korra from her window gazing.

“Oh, thanks,” she said. “I figured, new me, new look.”

They hadn't spoken openly about Korra's little problem, a letter from Kya had spared her that much. All the healer had said was for Korra to make herself at home, freshen up, and meet her outside the mediation cells when she was ready. She hadn't been sure what to make of the twinkle in the old woman's eye.

“An outward change can reflect an inner one,” said Katara, her eyes dancing strangely around Korra as if she didn't want to look directly at her. “Come, we're running late.”

She followed the old healer into one of the meditation rooms. It was set up for a guided session, the middle of the room taken up by a raised platform bearing two cushions and an incense pot. Korra used her firebending to light the incense and took her seat opposite Katara. The old woman's joints cracked and popped as she sat down, groaning affably about getting old.

“Katara, no offense, but... I think I'm going to need more than meditation. I don't know what Kya told you, but...”

“We won't be meditating,” said Katara, waving her bony hand. “We're going into the Spirit World.”

“The Spirit World?” Korra said. Now this was more like it. No doubt there was some spirit spring or spirit oasis she could splash around in for a bit and come out healed, strong and sure of herself like she'd been before.

“A special part of the Spirit World, yes,” said Katara, closing her eyes and bidding Korra to scoot closer until their knees touched. “You'll be able to use your bending.”

“Wow, really? I didn't know that was possible. Uh, is there some reason I'd want to?”

“Hmm, maybe,” said Katara, smiling oddly as she bid Korra to scoot closer until their knees touched. Her watery eyes were suddenly hard as ice. “What's the first rule of the Spirit World?”

“Keep a positive attitude and expect the unexpected,” said Korra, reciting the mantra of most practiced Spirit World travelers.

“Good, yes,” said Katara. “There's another rule for where we're going. It goes, what happens in the Spirit World stays in the Spirit World. You'll take your healing and spiritual growth back with you on your return, but there won't be any need to talk about what happened there here in the physical world. Do you understand?”

Korra kept up her expression of vacant optimism. Her voice was positive but flat when she spoke. “Yes, of course,” she said. “But, why shouldn't I be able to talk about it after?”

The healer's warm, wrinkled face was suddenly stern. “Because it's going to get weird.”

Korra nodded sagely. She'd been to the Spirit World before, had found it beyond strange, and didn't see how it could get any weirder. “I understand,” she said, closing her eyes and opening her chakras. “I'm ready.”

They sat silently for what felt like several hours, but in truth could not have been more than fifteen minutes. When Korra opened her eyes she was far from where she'd been, both in seeming distance and in character. A field of wildflowers like none she'd ever seen spread out before her, a sea of color beneath a sky that seemed to represent the very concept of the color blue. She stood up, felt the wind through her clothes, blue bottoms of silk with a spiderweb-white top, bedroom clothes that were perfect for a warm, dream climate.

She spun around to both take in the beauty of the landscape, stopping instantly when she saw a young woman walking barefoot towards her down a dirt path. She wore a short, silken screen of a tunic, and nothing else. Though her smile was bright as the sun, her twinkling blue eyes did more to express her soul than any twist of cheek or lip ever could. Loose flower petals, caught in the breeze, landed in her flowing brown hair as she stopped in front of a dumbstruck Avatar.

“I know, right?” she said, looking down at herself, twisting her hips this way and that, giving Korra an eyeful of everything. “To be completely honest, I don't think I was ever quite this hot. This place has a way of highlighting our highlights, if you know what I mean.”

Korra looked down at herself. Her clothes were more a representation of attire that anything concrete, but her abs were certainly real, as was the glow in her skin. Even her scars looked good. Fascinating as her spirit-body was, she had a hard time taking her eyes off Katara's. She could barely remember the old woman she'd grown up with, and wondered if this was how she'd think of Katara from now on; light on her feet, bursting with life, a field of wildflowers given human shape.

Katara was inches away from her now, her presence saying everything words couldn't. They came together like raindrops in a storm. On the ground, in the flowers, their clothes came away easy as mist under a burning sun, their hands and lips found each other's flesh in abundance. For the Avatar, it was as if the sky and flowers had rolled together, mixing with flesh and heat to form a world of peace and bliss. She had no idea what Katara had done to make her cum, only that it felt amazing and that she was safe in the woman's arms.

When her body was her own once more, and the sun, sky, and land were separate again, she found herself on her back, staring up into Katara's face, her lovely cheeks flushed red with sex. It was a moment that lasted forever, until it gently ended.

“Am.. am I healed now or... ?”

Katara burst out laughing. Inches from Korra's face, her mirth was palpable, flowing through the Avatar's body like a happy stream. The old woman had spoken true, this part of the Spirit World really did highlight a person's highlights. The woman on top of her was Katara in every way, only her bright spots were brighter, her shades... shadier. Small wonder no one talked about their adventures in the Spirit World, Korra thought, words couldn't do it justice.

“No, that was just for fun,” said Katara, scrambling to her feet. “Come on, there's someone I want you to meet.”

She pulled Korra up. They dressed in the span of a thought while running down the path towards a knoll blanketed in flowers, scaring up spirit bees and butterflies as they went. On the other side of the knoll, the sea of blooms flowed between a vast archipelago of moss-covered boulders. Katara took her by the hand and led her between the rocks, their moss-carpeted shapes more in line with sculpted furniture than the scrapings of glaciers.

They stopped at the foot of a boulder the size of a house. Standing atop it was a young woman, her jet black hair done up in a high mound. She wore a tight-fitting green skirt that rode high on her legs; her top was a strip of thin yellow silk across her chest.

“What took you so long!?” she said, calling down to them. Korra noticed her eyes, cloud-white and unseeing, though the way she held herself made it clear she was keenly aware of her surroundings.

“Who...”

“You don't recognize her?” said Katara. She was smiling, but there was a soft sadness in her eyes, like rain clouds in the distance.

Korra stared up at the blind woman who was sitting on the edge of the rock with her legs dangling, making no effort to preserve her modesty. Was she... could she be...

“Of course she doesn't, we've never met!” said the woman. “Hi, I'm Toph Beifong. We know some of the same people.”

The woman slid off the boulder and landed hard on her bare feet. She was a head shorter than Korra, even with her hair, though her presence was enormous.

“Uh, hi. I'm Avatar Korra.”

“I figured,” said Toph, sidestepping the Avatar's outstretched hand to gently take her by the waist. She walked a full circle around Korra, her fingers tracing the top of her bottoms. “Katara said you were hot, but damn.”

Pleasantly embarrassed, Korra wondered when Katara had said such a thing. Did she come here often? “I... thank you,” she said. “So, where... are...”

In a practiced step, Toph moved behind Korra, slid her firm hands up her sides and clamped her palms over Korra's breasts, sending a shiver through her spine. “Let me guess, you've got questions. Yes, I'm actually quite old. No, I don't live anywhere near the South Pole. And yes, this is all part of your healing. Katara says you're rubbish in bed because your spirit is all out of whack. Well, we're gonna fix that! Come on!”

The ground they were standing on shot upward, sending them both through the air to land on the boulder. Korra found it topped by a bowl-like depression, overgrown with thick, downy green moss. A perfect natural lounge.

Toph took her by the waist and they went tumbling into the mossy bowl, landing softly as if on a cloud. The earthbender straddled her, started running her hands over ever inch of the Avatar's body. Korra felt frozen, unable to believe the famous Toph Beifong was right there on top of her, that her metalbending hands were so soft and attentive. When she realized she was being 'seen,' she started to feel self-conscious, but the hands... they liked what they saw.

“Hey, Sugar Queen! Get up here and watch me work!” Toph shouted.

Korra had no idea how this was to heal her, but was a wise enough Avatar to know when to adopt a neutral jing and let two gorgeous women do what they wished with her. Katara joined them, flying up onto the mossy rock by way of a water spout she pulled from the surrounding vegetation. She stepped lively through the moss and sat behind Korra's head, slipping her knees under the Avatar's shoulders, propping her up.

“Toph can be a little intense, so just relax and hang on to me,” said Katara.

“Don't scare her,” Toph said, laughing as she kissed and nuzzled along the band of Korra's bottoms. “She's right, though, I am really good. I once made Katara cum with my foot.”

Katara made a soft hissing noise as her hands flowed down Korra's shoulders and over her breasts. “Should... should I be doing anything here?” Korra said, seeing her pajama bottoms were now lying three feet away.

“Yeah, be quiet,” said Toph, feeling Korra up with her face as much as her hands. Korra had just come off the orgasm of her life but already felt her sex flowing again, hot and eager for more.

“Just relax for now,” said Katara, teasing her nipples to life. “Nothing bad can happen to you here, just let it all flow over and through you.

With dreamlike ease, Toph settled herself between Korra's legs, her blind eyes half open. All of her other senses worked double-time taking Korra's shape, texture, flavor and scent. Her fingers went up and down Korra's body, heating her up, making her flow, getting her ready for what she expected would be a gentle, exploring tongue. What she got instead was a wet thrust straight to her center, sending a sharp lance of ecstasy through her body's core. She gasped and seized Katara's wrists.

“Easy, Toph, take things slow,” Katara said.

Toph cackled, lifted her face and wiggled her tongue. “There ain't nothing about me that's easy and you know it. Hang on, Avatar, you're in for a ride!”

She dove into Korra, hitting her in the bedrock, liquefying ancient stone, turning into superhot magma that blasted through walls and seeped into old, dry channels. Korra held on tight to Katara's hands as she felt herself coming apart, the woman's gentle cooing keeping her from losing herself completely. Her back arched, painful animal noises were wrung from her throat. The waterbender held her tight, caressed her softly where she needed it most, a gentle counter the pounding she was getting below.

Korra saw a mountain. Tall and old, capped in white, clear smoke rose from the cracks around its base, the ground for miles around hummed from the deep churning of molten rock. The eruption was inevitable. Forces older than the tides themselves would leave the summit forever reshaped, would remake entirely the plains and valleys for miles around, reset their course for the next million-million years.

“Careful, Toph, she thinks she's a volcano,” said Katara, her voice little more than a spring rain falling across steaming foothills.

“She can take it,” said Toph, her lips never leaving Korra's womanhood. She was the source of the magma, the earthbender; no, the earth itself, sending all of its heat and pressure to a single point, melting everything inside and forcing it to come out.

The eruption was not slow, nor was it gentle. The peak didn't just blow off, it evaporated, became one with the black plume shooting straight and hot into atmosphere as gobs and spumes of orange lava spattered the countryside. The buildup had been slow, the explosion sudden, and now the mountain would take its time in cooling, letting ash fall endlessly across new stone.

“I said be careful,” Katara scolded.

“Oh, she's fine, trust me,” said Toph.

Korra blinked up into Katara's lovely face, saw the concern in her voice was not reflected in her eyes. Down below, Toph rested her head on Korra's stomach, licking her wet chops.

“What happened?” said Korra.

“I just rocked your world, Twinkle Tits,” said Toph, sitting up. “Take a breather, I want Katara next.”

That she'd just been called 'Twinkle Tits' by the world's greatest earthbender was secondary to the fact she couldn't move. Katara slid her easily across the moss and helped her sit against the lip of the bowl, where she regained some control of her fingers and toes. “You'll be alright, just rest and watch,” Katara said.

Toph was resting eagerly on all fours as the waterbender came over to her. The two came together like a river and a dry canyon, one hitting the other hard while being strongly guided on where to flow. Korra had to squint to see the women for the landscape, their lips and hands trading freely in affection and pleasure.

Korra had no idea what she was supposed to be learning, if anything. Even so, she liked Toph's approach to pleasing her lovers. Already over-eager, she'd rolled Katara onto her back and was on her like a polar bear dog on a bone, deriving as much joy from licking as Katara got from being licked. For her part, Katara took the attention without reservation, throwing her head back and running her hands up and down the length of her own body, giving her breasts hard squeezes whenever the flow was right, driving herself recklessly towards new heights and peaks.

“Korra!” she cried, reaching out, her face that of a woman joyously drowning.

Korra oozed over to her, took her by the hands and held her. She could feel the waterbender's energy, all fizzy and churning. When Katara's orgasm hit, her hands were like steel clamps on Korra's wrists. She made no effort whatsoever to stifle her pleasure, her full-throated cries mitigated only by the surrounding moss and stone.

Toph never let up, enjoying Katara through her orgasm as one might take a dessert. Finally, after the waterbender was left a puddle in Korra's lap, Toph came up from between her partner's legs like a diver breaking the waves. “Ah, Water Tribe girls,” she said, smacking her lips. “Alright, it's my turn! Show me what you got, Avatar!”

Some element to her enthusiasm made Korra completely forget she was doomed to disappoint. She found Toph's small, hard frame a delight, one that welcomed being explored and experienced. Korra felt like a river flowing through gaps and grooves in living bedrock, stone that shifted and sent her places she didn't know she wanted to be. She found Toph was eager to cum and did so easily, holding Korra's head down while she rode her bliss, crying out in the end with what sounded like triumph.

“Not bad, not bad,” she said, lying on her back with her legs apart, her clothes long vanished.

Korra had been expecting a far worse review, and was grateful to not be let down so hard. She no longer had any sense of how long she'd been here with these women, both of whom had seemed like strangers at first, even Katara.

“So, am I...”

“Cured yet? No,” said Toph, crossing one leg over the other into a lounging position. Korra couldn't help but stare. Toph had short, shapely legs. She remembered them wrapping around her. Maybe she should have admired them more.

Katara stood behind her, fingers gently massaging her scalp, her gentle laughter doing for Korra's spirit what her fingers did for her head. “Take it easy, Korra. Time behaves oddly here, you know that,” she said, stepping slowly away, moving to sit behind Toph.

What didn't behave oddly in the Spirit World, Korra thought, crawling on all fours back to the earthbender, eager to try her again, and again.
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