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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
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- 7-Seven
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- 9-Nine
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The grass under Korra's bare feet was soft, warm between her toes. Prefect for a long walk through an endless summer, but after what felt like a mere few steps she had already reached the foot of the tall banyan tree guarding the entrance to the valley beyond. She turned back, saw the sprawling field of mossy stones was now far behind her.

“That's the spirit world for you,” she said, turning to face the banyan. A swamp tree, it looked out of place here among mountains and grassy fields. The archway made by its roots was dark as any cave, and despite the assurances she'd been given about there being no danger, she still felt a sense of foreboding.

Korra planted her feet, took a deep, fortifying breath. The Spirit World reflected one's mental state, and while this place she was about to enter might be described as merely “weird” by some, she was wise enough to know that weird came in many flavors, not all of them pleasant. Best to keep an open mind and a positive attitude.

In the dark she was soon met by dangling roots and vines. She pushed her way through, breathing steadily the warm, damp air that smelled powerfully of green and muck. “Good vibes, good vibes,” she muttered. It was all water and earth in the end, wholesome stuff.

The Avatar wasn't completely surprised when the ground under her feet tore open with a wet ripping noise, sending her falling into a vast well of darkness, but she screamed anyway. Flailing about, hoping to catch a vine, she was about to send a blast of air out to break her fall when she was hit by something wet. No longer falling, something held her tight and was lowering her to the ground. She'd dueled enough to waterbenders in her day to swiftly realize what had happened, that she'd been snatched in someone's water tendrils.

“Katara!” she cried, as she came to a stop and was held aloft by the watery tendrils. They wrapped around her arms and legs like snakes. She heard someone snort, then, all at once, pale blue lights flickered to life. They shone from bioluminescent bulbs growing on vines, all hung about a circular chamber. She looked, saw who the waterbender was. “No... no, this can't be. You're dead!”

Ming-Hua looked good for a dead woman. In fact, she looked better than she ever had in life, though her narrow face framed by stringy black hair still held a great deal of sarcastic malice. “Am I really? I feel alive,” said the armless waterbender, walking beneath Korra as the water tendrils lowered and tightened their grip. The woman wore a thin blue tunic and nothing else. She stood a few feet from Korra, who considered kicking out as hard as she could to slash the woman with a streak of fire and hopefully break the tendrils' hold, but something told her she should relax.

“Are you really Ming-Hua?”

“Who else would I be?” said the waterbender, her voice as slippery as the wet vines that dangled overhead.

“I don't know, a figment of my imagination?”

“Aren't we all figments of each other's imaginations?” said Ming-Hua, coming closer. Whatever she was, the Spirit World had done for her what it had done for Katara and Toph, polished her rough edges and made her good qualities shine, or in Ming-Hua's case, accentuated the shadows, making her the very essence of a purple summer evening.

“What have you caught?” said a familiar voice. Korra's eyes went wide when P'Li stepped out of the shadows, her tall, statuesque frame seemingly materializing out nowhere.

“Oh, just the Avatar,” said Ming-Hua. “Should I let her go?”
P'Li wasted no time sliding up to Korra, whom she towered over in height. The woman wore a thin, red robe of fine, sheer silk. “Let her go? So soon? But we've got so much catching up to do.”

Korra cleared her throat, seeing where this was all headed. “Do we, really? I don't think we ever got a chance to know each other, what with all the kidnapping and attempted murder!”

P'Li strolled behind Korra, letting Ming-Hua take her place in front. She felt the taller woman's insanely warm hands on her shoulders, sliding up the sides of her neck. “Sounds like we know each other pretty well, then. I can't think of a relationship more intimate than a murderous one. Can you, Ming-Hua?”

“Not really, no,” said Ming-Hua, her water snaking down Korra's limbs while new tendrils came to pull down her shirt and pants. P'Li's hands poured over Korra's shoulders, hot as lava flows compared to the cool water. She felt a wet, slippery tendril tickling her lady, seeping in where it then expanded. Korra shivered, feeling a second tendril bringing up the rear while those hot, scalding hands cupped her breasts.

The Avatar had known things would get weird in here, but hadn't expected it to be so soon. Ming-Hua was an artist, her water matching anything Toph's stone cocks could do and then some. Between the tendrils and hot hands, she felt like a length of rope being twisted tighter and tighter. She grit her teeth, regulated her breathing as the two benders relished the pleasure they were inflicting. Her cumming was slow, squeezed from her like water from a knotted cloth.

“Hmm, did she cum just now? I can't tell,” said Ming-Hua, tilting her head.

“Stop messing around, then,” said P'Li, gently massaging Korra's breasts, her steaming hands now humming with energy. Waves of bliss coursed through Korra's chakra points, invigorating her. It was hard to keep her breath even; the strange firebender certainly was a woman of hidden talents, her fingers were like hot irons, melting Korra from the inside out.

“Ready for round two, Avatar?” said Ming-Hua, licking her thin lips. “On three. One, three.”

The water tendril deep inside Korra's butt froze instantly, while the one stretching her pussy bubbled like a hot bath. She let out a scream, the pitch rising as her nipples were pinched. She felt the ice tendril sliding back and forth inside her while the hot one bubbled and frothed. There was no fight this time, no slow twisting of the rope. She was pulled tight instantly and snapped in two, cumming like an alley cat, spitting half-formed curses while the two benders laughed.

The water inside of her came rushing out just as the tendrils holding her up released. P'Li kept her from hitting the ground too hard, but otherwise she was left to flop into the woody floor where she lie in a warm puddle.

“Tell me true, Avatar, have you ever cum like that in your entire life?” said P'Li. “I doubt it. You should thank Ming-Hua.”

“P'Li helped. Thank her, too,” said the waterbender.

Korra fought to catch her breath as she pushed herself up into her hands and knees. The benders were making jokes at her expense, recalling the sounds she'd made while caught in her bliss. She took the opportunity to recover, tried to tune them out.

“Hmm, now what should we try next?” said Ming-Hua, calling water up from the floor. “She seems to like in in the rear end, I wonder what...”

Listening to what they had in mind made Korra wonder if she'd been properly warned about this place by the people who'd sent her here. Nothing they were suggesting to each other sounded deadly, but she had the feeling that if she came like that again she'd be leaving with permanent brain damage. She didn't think she could take anymore, which meant it was time to give.

“I think it's my turn, actually,” said Korra, jumping to her feet, surprising the two benders with her energy. “You first.” She pointed to Ming-Hua, who gave her a sour look.

“Very well,” said the waterbender, dropping her water tendrils. “I'm all yours. Take your best shot.”

With a lopsided smile, Korra reached down, felt the bedrock not far beneath their feet and pulled a patch of stone up under their feet, raising them several inches.

“Please tell me you're not about to ask me to dance?” said Ming-Hua.

“Take a seat, actually,” said Korra, pulling up more rock just behind Ming-Hua's heels, hitting her low in the butt and knocking her back onto a crude throne, one raised in the middle to part her legs. Ming-Hua looked more confused than alarmed, but P'Li, who'd moved to the other side of the room to better observe the contest, was concerned.

Korra hoped her little catwalk over to her opponent looked sexy instead of drunk. Her finger found the collar of the woman's tunic and followed it, pulling it open. Her tiny, flat breasts had full, dark nipples and Korra could not resist gently stroking them. She felt Ming-Hua stiffen. Rather than tweak and tease, she kept caressing, felt the waterbender shiver ever so slightly at the tenderness her breasts were being shown. Korra had a theory about Ming-Hua, and was eager to test it. She worked her fingers like plows, digging white furrows into the woman's skin as she sought her shoulders. The flesh was thick, tender. No doubt Ming-Hua had been touched there before by some well-meaning lover, but Korra suspected she'd be the first to do it correctly, and she wasn't wrong. Ming-Hua openly trembled, her eyes rising to view Korra with a mix of anticipation and disgust.

Closing her eyes, breathing deep, Korra reached for the stone under Ming-Hua and carefully raised a modest phallus, smooth as glass with a bulbous tip and bumps down the front. She wrapped her arms around the waterbender, sat herself on the stone chair and muscled her into position. She grinned into Ming-Hua's face, knowing how wet she was.

“You think you're the first...”

Ming-Hua was cut off by Korra's lips pressed against her own. While their tongues slid against each other, Korra gripped the woman's slender buttocks and held them tight while working her body up and down. She quickly felt the muscles she'd been neglecting for the past few months screaming at her, but ignored them, instead relishing how Ming-Hua's twitching haunches felt under her fingers. She let their lips break apart so each could catch their breath. The instant she felt water against her butt, Ming-Hua's counter, she upped her game, widening the stone cock, twisting the knobby head slightly to the left. She'd been earthbending this entire time, feeling Ming-Hua though the stone, remembering what made her muscles constrict and her breath hitch. She heard the water splash to the ground behind them as she locked Ming-Hua in a bear hug, lifting the woman up and down like piston.

“She's got you, Ming-Hua,” said P'Li, watching this all with keen interest.

“Sh-shut up,” said the waterbender through clenched teeth.

P'Li was right, but Ming-Hua's pussy was stubborn. Korra could feel the woman's body humming as if an electric current ran through it. She was feeling every inch of the stone Korra had crafted for her, it wouldn't be long now, but raising her up and down was exhausting. Another weak water tendril splashed against her ass.

“You like waterbending? Okay,” Korra said.

She culled a bit water together behind Ming-Hua, formed it into a simple phallus, slightly tapered. Ming-Hua growled into Korra's shoulder as it entered her, the sharp cold overloading all manner of important nervous lines from her anus to brain. Korra didn't let up as her opponent threw her head back and howled, cumming with wild abandon as she was completely overwhelmed.

She let the semi-conscious waterbender lean back against the stone, planting a deep victory kiss on her mouth before dismounting. Her legs and lower back were resentful, but Korra loved the burn. She looked sideways over to P'Li, who stood with her arms crossed in a bald effort to appear underwhelmed.

“I hope you don't think earthbending dildos are going to do anything for me,” she said.

Korra stepped to the taller woman like a pit fighter before a bout, letting the tension between them build. She put her arm around the woman's slender waist, pulling them together. “Nah. You seem like a lighter touch,” said Korra, leading the firebender to a spot in the chamber where she had more room. “Give me a second, a dank tree cave isn't exactly the sexiest place to work with.”

She lifted a slab of bedrock, fashioned a deep, smooth tub which she filled to the brim with water from the surrounding roots and vines. Dipping her finger into the water, she moved as much of her firebending energy as she could until the tub was steaming.

P'Li laughed. “Ming-Hua, look. I think Avatar missed her calling in life. She should have been a plumber. Ming-Hua?”

They both looked over to see Ming-Hua fast asleep on the stone chair, held in place by the dildo Korra had crafted. Water ran out from under her buttocks, trailing down the side of the rock.

“After you,” said Korra, gesturing to the hot tub she'd made.

With a hard look on her face, P'Li slipped out of her robe. Korra wasn't shy about liking what she saw, taking her eyes on a long drag from the woman's head to her feet. She stepped smoothly into the bathwater, ignoring the heat as she lowered herself into the water and pushed herself across the tub in one long, fluid motion. Korra followed, using her firebender to raise a low wall of flame around the ring of the tub. She wanted P'Li as warm as possible. The firebender awaited her with her arms behind her head, her breasts just under the surface of the steaming water. Korra submerged, pulled the length of her body over P'Li's, coming to rest just under her chin.

“I'll admit, this isn't half bad,” said P'Li. “But I've been fingered in bathtubs before, and in ones nicer than this.”

“Weren't you supposed to the the quiet one?” said Korra, caressing the woman's submerged breasts, kissing them under the water.

“Fine, I'll be quiet,” she said.

“Not for long you won't,” said Korra, taking a deep breath and going under.

She nuzzled and sucked each of P'Li's tits, loving how they felt and tasted under water. She held her body against the firebender's, the buoyancy adding a new dimension to how they slid against one another. Korra came up for air, went under again, licking and sucking a line down the length of P'Li, stopping at the very bottom of her navel where she lingered. Another breath of air, one she didn't need, for now her bending came into play.

With a bubble of air around her nose and head, she was free to plumb P'Li's submerged womanhood for as long as she pleased. Even through the water Korra could taste her, could tell that her indifference was feint, that she'd been dripping wet before getting into the bath. She couldn't hear the woman's gasps or see her face contorting in ecstasy, but she didn't need to; P'Li's shuddering body told her all she needed to know about where to lick, where to suck, where to nuzzle. She almost laughed when she felt hands on her shoulders, squeezing tight. It was time to put P'Li away.

She moved her tongue quickly from side to side, setting the firebender up for a highly experimental blend of water and air bending, one that created a world of bubbles where tongue met tender flesh. P'Li shook like she was being electrocuted, her hands clamped down on Korra's shoulders. Suddenly, two loud explosions shook the room. Korra lifted her head to find out what had happened, saw P'Li with her eyes rolled back to their whites; above her, a smoldering hole in the earthen ceiling.

Clumps of earth and vine fell all around, the rock under Korra's hands and feet hummed. Something was happening that had little to do with the errant combustion blast to the ceiling. Korra's first thought was to rescue the two spent benders, but something told her they were as much a part of this place as the rocks and vines themselves. Suddenly, the side of the room opposite Korra fell in, admitting both light and a rush of bitingly cold air.

She found her skimpy clothes lying wet in a corner of the room and used her waterbending to dry them before putting them on. The temperature was dropping fast. She'd have plugged the hole with earthbending, but things in the root chamber were getting dim. The bioluminescent bulbs had dulled, the heavy green odor of the place was drying out, getting colder. Everything about the place screamed for her to leave, to walk up the ramp of fallen earth and root into the bight outside, and so she did.

A vast, empty snowfield panned out before her. Squinting into the bitter wind, she scanned the flat waste for anything besides whirling dervishes of ice and shifting snow dunes. Nothing. She turned around and wasn't completely shocked to see more of the same, nothing. Gone was the banyan tree, there was no sign of the mountains or the valley, only a white haze that ringed the entire horizon.

“Not dangerous my butt,” she muttered, shivering. She was still damp from her experience under the roots and knew she didn't have long before she froze to death. The moment she decided to use her bending to raise a shelter of rock and ice, she saw it, a little igloo not too far off. She started towards it, hoping she'd be skipped ahead the same way she'd been early. No such luck. Her feet were blocks of ice by the time she reached the dark igloo. It was larger than she'd expected, the size of a house. A heavy pelt hung over the entrance. She feared going in, but saw there was a storm blowing in fast and feared that more.

The air inside the igloo hit her cold body and lungs like a hot, wet blanket. Korra inhaled deeply to warm herself as she rubbed her arms and shivered. The igloo was certainly warm, but it wasn't cozy, like a shaman's hut. Adorning the walls were painted tapestries depicting people engaged in all manner of lewd behaviors, each more depraved than the last. She couldn't quite make out what was happening in the far tapestry, but what occupied the center of the room stole her attention.

“You,” she said to Dark Korra. It sat in the lotus position, nude atop a large bed of tiger-seal furs.

Her doppelganger's eyes opened, flashing lantern red before dimming. It wore a flat, sinister smile on its face as it stood up and let its ponytails out, letting its long, dark hair cascade around its shoulders. Korra missed her hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it again, to feel it against her face...

“What happens now?” Korra said, snapping out of the haze she'd fallen into. Part of her had known something like this awaited her, but she now found herself wholly unprepared for it. “What are you? What do you want?”

The apparition turned its back to her. Korra swooned. She'd never truly known how good she looked from the rear, had only suspected. As tasty as her own body looked from this angle, there was something still off about this entire scene. The dark one knelt down on the furs, gave a sultry look over her shoulder. Korra remained immobile, wondering when she'd be warm again. The air inside the igloo was hot, but her skin remained covered in gooseflesh, her feet slabs of ice. Her reflection was lying on the furs, facing her, drawing with its hands a sensual line from between its legs to its chest, cupping its breasts and admiring them. It looked to Korra, imploring her to admire as well.

She knew what it wanted, of course, but something was different now from the times before, something that was hard to place. The Dark Korra in the igloo felt more real somehow, there was a presence to her that made her more than just a reflection.

The tapestries nearest to the door began to glow. The designs shifted, increasing in detail, becoming more like photographs. They showed Korra. In one she lie on her back wearing nothing but a shirt, holding a dildo between her legs. In the other tapestry she was completely nude, her face a wreck of ecstasy as she yanked a line of beads from her rear end.

“Okay...” said Korra, recalling the time she'd experimented with beads, how she'd been completely caught off-guard by what they could do.

The next tapestries to light showed her on her knees in front of Bolin and Mako, both their manhoods in her mouth while their cum dribbled down her chin. She didn't remember it happening exactly like that, but she did remember the taste of them mixing in her mouth right before she'd swallowed. She hadn't see them together for a week straight after that, and the memory brought a soft smile to her lips.

She may as well take off her shirt. It was doing nothing to keep her warm, nor were her pajama bottoms. She tossed them in a pile by the door, turned to see her dark self was splayed out wantonly on the furs, fingering itself as more tapestries came to light. The next to catch her eye was of her and Asami, Mako's erection being shared between them. Korra remembered that night, too, mainly how Asami had done most of the sucking while Korra's face had caught most of the cum.

“It was his birthday,” she felt the need to say out loud, knowing the doppelganger was probably well-aware of the fact.

The next tapestry to illuminate set her veins on fire. “H-hey! That never happened! I never did that!”

In this one, the image moved. It showed her on her elbows and knees, ass high in the air with Amon behind her, mask and all, steadily slamming his hips into her buttocks as Korra's eyes rolled and her mouth hung slack. No, she'd never done such a thing Amon, but there had been a few especially lonely nights when she'd thought about it, something to break up the monotony.

The next tapestry was also a mover, one that made Korra wince when she looked at it. “Lots of people fantasize about their teachers,” she said to her dark self as it delighted in the sight of her and Tenzin together.

As the next tapestries lit up, Korra looked right past the incestuous filth they depicted to the apex of this demented porn circle. She didn't know what the final tapestry would show her, likely some sick perversion she hadn't conceived of yet, something that would leave her fundamentally lost as a person. She knew what she had to do. She stepped to the very edge of the furs, saw the starving look on her doppelganger's face. Sometimes it was best to just dive straight in.

She landed on her back. The furs were softer than they'd looked. The dark one was on her immediately, mauling her with lips, tongue, and the occasional teeth, running her fingers deep over skin and muscle, squeezing, kneading. Korra let herself be ravaged even as her skin crawled from the bizarre situation. This was nothing like fingering herself in front of a mirror; it was nearly incestuous but somehow the furthest thing.

The doppelganger nuzzled her chest, held her breasts together and reveled in them, sucking the nipples as if they were made of sugar. Physically, it was nothing special. What lit Korra's fire was the eagerness, the honest joy her red-eyed self was getting out of this. There was a smile on her face and a laugh in her throat as her tongue circled a nipple before drawing it into her mouth. Korra squirmed thinking about what might come next.

She grabbed Dark Korra by her shoulders, rolled her onto her back. Their fingers locked, Korra pinned her, stilled her writhing body with a deep kiss. The strange, not-quite-incestuous feeling intensified, fueled by the heightened intimacy of locked hands and mouths. While every fiber of Korra's being hummed, her doppelganger cooled down, slowing her movements.

Korra broke the kiss, kept the doppelganger's arms pinned while she slowly worked her way around the woman's face with her lips. The real sparks flew between their eyes. Korra had feared being this close to them, but now she could see they were no different from her own. Perhaps the doppelganger saw something, too, for it stopped needing to be pinned and let itself be taken.

Korra made slow love to herself, exploring the body as if it were new, an easy thing from this angle. She had lovely, kissable shoulders, they flowed like water down warm, strong arms into the deltas of her fingers. She'd always thought her hands ugly in a good way, tough from years of bending fire and earth. They were sensitive, loving, salty in the mouth. They brought her back to her chest where she experienced the same joy her doppelganger had, licking and sucking them like sweet desserts.

While she did nothing special, her reflection was getting hot, and so was she. It was a struggle to keep taking things slow, to milk every moment. She didn't care anymore about winning, about healing, about showing this thing, whatever it was, who was boss, all she wanted to do was make love to herself for as long as she could.

The tapestries had all gone dark, leaving the igloo beyond the furs pitch black. How Korra could still see anything she didn't know and didn't ask. She saw what she needed to see and reveled in it, following lines up and down her body, front and back, taking in everything she could, knowing she wasn't likely to experience anything like this again.

Finally, she found herself on her back, her doppelganger on top, leaving her with a view she'd be hard pressed to replicate in the physical world. It was interesting squeezing her own buttocks, seeing her fingers press into the thick flesh. She put her lips on each cheek, chuckling at the absurdity of kissing her own ass. Remembering what Katara had told her about this place, she shrugged and went all out, her tongue exploring places it was never meant to be, taking delight in how it made Dark Korra jump. She responded with something more traditional, something Korra had been eagerly awaiting.

“Yes,” she hissed, feeling the other Korra's tongue inside her, licking her on a level no one else ever could. She savored it for a few moments then returned the favor, delighting in the taste and smell of herself, letting it inspire her lips, tongue, and fingers.

She made the doppelganger cum in short order, but it didn't matter. The reflection liked to give as much as it got, and Korra was glad for that. She took her time in enjoying herself, licking around her pussy, watching it close around her slick fingers. It was easy to trigger an orgasm in Dark Korra, so easy she began teasing it. Her own orgasms were strong, steady, becoming more potent with each wave. The darkness at the edge of the furs seeped in, coming closer, reducing Korra's world to nothing more than her own body and the bliss it gave her.
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