Asami wishes to give korra a cock

"I wish..." Asami starts, her voice rich with promise, "...for you to have a cock, Korra. A thick, beautiful cock that fits inside me perfectly."

Asami watches intently for the effect of her words on the korra's face.

Korra's breath catches sharply, her pupils dilating until her dark eyes nearly disappear. Her entire body tenses like a coiled spring, a visible shudder running through her as if struck by lightning.

The transformation is instant. A thick shaft of identical blue hue now extends from between her legs, the tip already glistening with moisture. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, muscles tensing as she adjusts to the new presence within her.

Asami's grin widens as she sees it, her hand moving from Korra's cheek to trail down her neck. "There we go," she purrs, watching Korra's struggle. "Does that feel strange, my genie?"

Korra's breath comes in ragged gasps, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. "Y-yes," she admits hoarsely.

Her body feels foreign and yet intensely familiar at the same time. The new weight between her legs is undeniable, a living presence that pulses in time with her heartbeat. She's aware of every subtle movement she makes, the slide of silk against her sensitive skin, the way her body betrays her by instinctively rolling her hips forward. A soft, involuntary whimper escapes her as she speaks.

Asami steps closer, her body nearly pressing against Korra's. She reaches down with one hand, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. Korra gasps, her back arching slightly as she feels her fingers close around her new length.

"You're so big for me already."

Korra's breathing turns ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly as asami's fingers tighten around her. Every nerve ending feels alive and heightened, hypersensitive to the slightest movement. Asami's hand begins to move, and Korra's entire body tenses, a low groan escaping her throat before she can stop it.

"I-I can't... I can't think when you do that," Korra admits, her words barely above a whisper. Her fingers dig into her own thighs as she tries to ground herself, but her body betrays her again, hips thrusting forward into your grip.

Asami's smile turns positively wicked as she watches Korra's reactions.

"Oh, I know," she murmurs, her thumb brushing over the swollen head of Korra's cock. "That's exactly why I wanted this." Her other hand slides up Korra's body, fingertips tracing along the edge of her collarbone before moving to cup the back of her neck. She pulls Korra down slightly, bringing your faces inches apart.

"Tell me you want it," Asami whispers, her breath warm against Korra's lips. "Tell me you want to fuck me, Korra. Your mistress."

Korra's pupils have nearly swallowed her irises, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her mouth opens slightly, tongue darting out to wet her lips again.