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After collapsing from the mental exhaustion of the day, Korra found herself in the same void which had appeared within her dream.

This time, she was not watching herself being degraded and used. This time she had only two companions. One of them, was Asami. The other, a faceless man, who was having his way with her.

Korra watched as the Dream-Asami moaned like she never had before, utterly fulfilled by the animal rutting of her muscular companion. Then she opened one of her smiling, dark eyes and winked at Korra.

Korra called out for them stop, staggering to her feet, but found her whole body felt was sapped. She was **** to crawl toward the fucking couple, as she apologized to Asami for mistreating her and begged her to forgive her.

Asami ignored Korra's whiny voice and let out a cry of climax which reverberated through the void. Then she squirted, a bit of her sweet cunt juice splashing across Korra's sobbing face.

"I'm sorry..." Korra repeated, lowering her head to stare into the void below her. When she lifted her eyes, it was now a dozen men, groping Asami and lapping at her pussy, while Korra shivered with terror and denial.

"Don't worry." Said a familiar voice behind her. She turned to look behind her shoulder as two hands grabbed onto her toned ass, and something hard and thick brushed up against her exposed asshole.

"I won't leave you out in the cold..." Mako said, grinning nastily at the pain and humiliation he was about to cause.

When Korra awoke, she found she had made a wet spot in her pants. Pulling back the covers, she stared at the symbol of her own weakness for a long time and then tore off her leggings and began furiously masturbating.

The thought of Mako, **** her ass while she was too weak to fight back, it fulfilled some sick masochistic part of her, while still felt bad for how she had ended their relationship. Meanwhile, the vision of seeing her girlfriend, sexually fulfilled by powerful men, who towered over her crawling form...it did something else to her. It granted not just arousal, but some kind of comfort. As if by sacrificing everything to those powerful, virile studs, Korra would be free of all the anxiety and disgrace which overshadowed her life at the moment.

She screamed as she orgasmed in the bed, she shared with Asami, as she thought about her lover being fucked roughly by dozens of horny men. And as she did, she was once again barraged with images of her previous selves, either using women or being used themselves.

She saw Raava again. She saw her fight with Vaatu continue across centuries. Then she saw the two entwined, the light dominated by the dark. All love overcome with a dark kind of lust, a hungering desire to own, control and punish.

Drool dripping from her mouth, she felt closer to her previous selves than she ever had been.