Korra the mindbroken dickgirl

-This one contains quite a bit of ****.

-Artist's name is Owler

In a reality almost like the one we all know… (and which all the main characters were 18 in the first season)

“Gnoohh…” A throbbing pain pulsed inside the avatar’s head as she was pulled from unconsciousness. “What happened?” she groaned as her hand moved to massage her aching forehead. There was… a chase, then… it was a blur. She could remember a foreboding feeling of dread and… inevitability, but no clear picture came to her immediately as she tried to pull something, anything from the depths of her mind.

Her eyes opened and despite the low light she had to squint to see her surroundings. Her head ache pounded all the harder as she took in the scene. She was in a square shaped cage, bars spread just enough that her thin body would be in-capable of making its way through them. It was dunge-ey, just large enough to give her room to move around and almost fully stand up, a smell of sweat and blood pervaded the musty room. Besides her cage there was little else in the dim basement-like room, a table at one side with an assortment of implements and some chair-like structure with extensions hanging off of its base at varying angles that Korra could not determine.

She stood slowly inside of her rusted prison, grunting less from the effort and more from the pain that blossomed inside her skull that protested at her moving so much. She grabbed the bars, pulling with all her strength, they wouldn’t budge. With a look of consternation she eyed the rusty metal. She twisted about, performing a dance not quite like that of earth bending but which Korra had thought at least mimicked metal benders. Nothing happened. With a harumph and a look of annoyance she tried again. “Metal Bend!” she shouted as if the command would allow her some greater control over the unresponsive ability. Again there was no reaction from the annoying metal.

She tried a dozen times, each time growing more and more frustrated with her inability to perform the bending that she thought should be in her repertoire.

“Ragh! Stupid Metal!” and she twisted with a sturdy motion, coaxing the stone around her to attack the cage. It took her a moment, standing there and breathing with exertion, to realize that her earth bending hadn’t worked properly. “Wha-...” she tried again… and again, all with the same result to her utter bafflement. It was then that a memory, one which she had assumed to be just a nightmare, began to surface in her mind. With rising dread filling her chest she turned to water, trying to coalesce those soothing waves of motion into being but again her movements were without power. “NONONONONO…” even fire, her most easily accessible power, didn’t react to her motions of strength.

Screaming, she battered at her cage, loud rattling sounds echoing off of the brick walls as she racked her own fists until they were red with the beating. Even without her bending the girl’s strong arms shot like small ballistae against the metal. “AMON YOU RAT! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET EVER MESSING WITH ME!”

Hours passed in which she never relented, even going on after her fists began to bleed, causing each echoing strike to leave splatters on the metal and the cobbled floor.

Bruising and exhausted the avatar fell to her knees, sweat dripping from her brow as she rested against her prison. The bars had barely moved after all of her effort while her hands were numb with pain and were completely covered in slick red blood.

She tensed as the sound of voices could be heard from the only entrance to the dark room. Gritting her teeth to quell the pain and harden her resolve she stood in the center of her cage, bloody fists held at her sides as the noises grew closer. She had to squint as a bright light assaulted her eyes which had grown used to the darkness. In walked three people, chatting animatedly as if just a few friends going on a stroll to the park and not to see the avatar in their dungeon.

“Oh! It looks as if our guest is awake!” the cheery voice of a man in the front of their group said. “We can begin right away! Don’t you think Amon?”

The name “Amon” lit a fire in Korra’s eyes and she growled, trying to stand in a way which showed she wouldn't tolerate any of their schemes.

The Equilist leader didn’t respond, instead just walking along behind the other two in their group, his mask hiding any emotions that he may be feeling at the moment. The last of the three was a woman which Korra had never seen before and even if she had, she would not have paid attention to her as she was currently fixated on the one who had put her in this position in the first place. That memory she had interpreted as a nightmare, where Amon had succeeded in their fight, ultimately stealing her avatar powers from her, that had to be the reason she was in some stupid basement and locked in a cage. There was no other explanation.

“Hm… I do believe she’s trying to be intimidating. How juvenile.” the first man said with one hand cupped under his chin as he eyed the caged girl up and down. Korra glared back at the man as he eyed her naked frame, her gaze promising brimstone. He smirked as he turned, making his way to the table covered with a variety of odd looking items.

Pursing her lips, Korra rammed her fist into the bar once more, making a loud *BANG* and sending splatters of blood towards the man in a long white coat. To her satisfaction he jumped, looking back at her with a mortified look before seeing her smirking face and turning back to his task with an angry gleam in his eyes.

All of a sudden the bars in front of her were moving, morphing in that way only a metal bender could manage. A half dozen bars removed themselves from the cage, wrapping around the seething avatar, tying her hands together behind her back and pulling her ankles apart as one held her torso and neck stiffly so she could barely shift at all.

“That will be enough of that.” The woman said, her no-nonsense and confident look causing even Korra to stop her struggling for the moment. Even so, the avatar was not one to back down from a challenge, so after getting a grip on herself she glared back, infusing as much anger into her gaze as she could manage.

“You know how much trouble you're going to be in when I manage to get out of here don’t you?” her voice was deep and steely with her resolve. “And not because I’m going to tell either, no, I’ll come back, right through your front door to tear you down one. By. one.”

Neither the woman or Amon reacted to her short speech (although she thought that she saw the scientist looking fellow dart a look her way as he worked).

The woman smiled warmly. “Welcome Avatar to my humble abode! I’m afraid I haven’t set out any tea” her smile grew predatory “but I think you’ll enjoy what I have for you regardless”. Korra was about to bite back a retort that Master Tenzin might not be approving of when a metal clamp suddenly wrapped around her lower jaw and back to the base of her head, effectively muffling her. She screamed into the metal muzzle and shook in her confines as the metal around her ankles **** her to walk towards the chair in the center of the room. They were unwavering in their constant up, down and forward motions. She tried twisting her ankles to the sides as she stepped down, thinking that not giving herself good footing might somehow affect the abilitie’s capability to make her move, instead it just caused her more pain as her ankle was **** to take her weight for a step, making a loud noise, then wouldn’t step right for any of the rest of the distance towards the clinical-looking chair.

Shaking and making as much noise as she possibly could, she sat in the infernal chair, **** to wait for her captors to do something.

The domineering woman stood before her as she tried to **** her way out of her manacles to no success.

“The Avatar, not just a being of incredible power but also a symbol” her tone was grandiose as she stared down with… pity? Contempt? It was hard to tell in those deep pits of the statuesque woman. “A symbol of which me and mine will take for our own purposes, as we always do.” She snapped her fingers and the scientist who had been standing outside of Korra’s vision stepped up beside her, plunging a needle into her chest right above her exposed left breast. “I have no personal grudge with you avatar, you were merely unlucky enough to be here at the same time as my own existence and just could not stay out of the way.”

Korra meanwhile was fighting off the effects of the concoction that had just entered her system. She shook and screamed for all that she could but her restraints would not budge. A fire lit in her center, moving rapidly in concentric circles, igniting her very blood as whatever this was began to take effect. Her eyes shot wide and her muffled voice went up an octave at the feeling of blinding pain that shot through her being. Every inch of her burned as if being skinned from the heat.

The woman stood over her with a comely smile on her face as Korra was racked with the impossible pain of her body being transmuted.

---

Korra didn’t know how much time had passed when the all-consuming pain had finally ended. From head to toe she was covered in sweat, her breathing ragged as she enjoyed the simple pleasure of just being mostly free of pain.

What had all of that been about? She wondered. Lazily her gaze moved down to her body, somewhat worried that her skin had actually been peeled off as she thought about the harrowing experience. She still had on the metal constraints, shackles on her wrists and ankles with a metal brace around her neck and below her breasts. What she saw about her body just infuriated her further.

All of the toned muscle that she had worked so hard for, to sculpt the best fighter and protector she knew now was gone. In place of all of that strength was a body she was unfamiliar with. While not fat, her body was now “curvy” with hips and bust that spoke to seduction more to strength. Looking at her thin arms and small shoulders she knew that any further training would be very difficult.

Even her usual anger, which allowed her to fight on under impossible odds, was more muted than usual as she took in her new form. She wanted to do her usual thing and run, reckless, into danger and confront this woman who had apparently ordered this. Yet those wishes were tempered by emotions that rose inside her chest, emotions that told her that would be unwise or maybe there could be another approach.

Speaking of which, the three who had been here when the painful potion had been administered were no longer in sight, so when Korra went to stand there was no protest from her manacles as she moved, being just constraining pieces of metal since the metal bender was no longer present.

Had they left the door open? Korra wondered. She stepped over having to take short and awkward steps as her ankles were still tied together by a short chain. *click* It appeared they had.

Out in the hall Korra walked, furtively glancing one way, then the other as she made her way. Other rooms like the one she’d just left lined the walls. She cringed at every clink and rattle of her rusty chains. She couldn’t help but to notice the cool air on her exposed skin. There was something odd about that, almost as if her skin was no more than a thin layer against the minor cold of the air around her. With her hands tied together behind her back she hunched forward, trying to give her naked self some form of modesty.

Coming to a bend in the hall, she peaked around the corner to see a guard sitting idly at the end of the hall by a closed door. “That must be the way out.” She whispered. The man was a sturdy looking fellow, if a bit older than Korra, perhaps middle aged. His chair creaked as he leaned back, the newspaper in his hands crinkling as he shook it out.

Korra moved back behind the wall, her back to it, she racked her mind for any way past the guard. She was bound both hand and foot and without any form of bending. What could she do?

She was momentarily distracted by the odd feeling of her widened ass pressing against the wall behind her. The cool stone tingled in a way that she grudgingly realized was pleasing and she noticed the growth back there because her pelvis pushed forward from the round mass of fat at her backside causing her to lean back to touch the wall with her shoulders.

“Grrrgh” she growled in her throat, angry at these people for experimenting on her and then leaving her here to deal with such a mundane enemy.

As stealthily as she could, she raced down the hall all the while watching the guard for any reaction. He merely kept reading whatever mundane stories the republic city news relayed. Korra moved along one wall, hoping that it may help her go unnoticed. Sadly the Avatar had no skill with stealth and her chains rattled angrily as she ran. The man looked up, but instead of surprise, a grin slowly grew on his strong features as Korra neared. “Finally decided to show up huh?” he growled as he stood, tossing the paper to the side.

Korra fought through the worries that rose at that question. “Out of my way chump.” she leaped, doing a summersault and bringing her heel down on the brute’s head. Her body’s atrophied muscles protested at the complicated maneuver but she managed to **** her body to respond, years of training letting her push through the impossible feat. Apparently, while the guard had been expecting her, he had not expected an attack like this. He looked on with confusion and surprise as the heel connected with his boney head.

Korra had only a moment to internally shout for glee before the air was blown out of her as her back connected with the stone floor below. It seemed that even though she could do such an attack, the combination of her lack of strength and the manacles binding her was too much for her to right herself completely before landing.

“Rrrrgh… dumb girl!”

Dread washed over Korra, seeing the guard beginning to stand rubbing his head. She hadn’t realized she was THAT weak. Even now her heel and back burned with pain that she’d rarely experienced in her training. She tried to right herself but the pain was too great, her bindings too resistant for her to stand.

The man trundled over, his smile grim as he eyed her body up and down.

“The master said to go easy on you at first but she didn’t say anything about being kicked in the head. You’re going to regret doing that.”

He leaned forward, grabbing her aggressively by her brown hair and tossing her into a nearby wall. She tripped painfully against the stone, even more pain igniting as old bruises were strained and the side of her head and shoulder met with the hard wall. She bit her lip, making it bleed.

“Wow, what a man, beating up little girls.” she spat blood back at him.

He grinned, dropping his trousers and showing his hairy crotch. Korra gaped. What?

“The master says you’re here for us to use ‘little girl’ so as far as I’m concerned, I’m just followin’ orders.” he didn’t give her a chance to run. With one strong arm he grabbed the manacles holding her hands together, the other lifting her pelvis as he lined up his dick with her ass.

The reality of what was happening finally hit home for Korra as the man plunged inside her sphincter, forcing her face to press harshly against the stone wall.

“noOOOOOOHH!” she screamed as her virgin ass spread to accommodate the man’s girth. Suddenly shoving in all of it burned her anal tunnel so much that her other pains were momentarily forgotten, taking background to the vile act being performed on her. She screamed, kicking her legs and flailing her arms awkwardly as they were still held by their manacles. Her heels beat at the man’s legs and backside with no success. He just cackled as he pounded the girl’s round cheeks, his dick spreading her painfully over and over.

He only lasted a short while, quickly spewing his sticky load inside her and making her insides feel disgustingly warm. As he was distracted by his mind being blown she tried to wriggle her way out of his grasp, twisting just right so her bindings swatted him in the face. He growled in pain. He responded in kind, taking her arms in hand and swatting her ass with the other. Deep red welts began to show immediately as he was not doing this for pleasure but to purposely cause the girl pain.

Korra had to bite back a moan. It was humiliating, disgusting, perverse. Yet near the end when the man’s cum finally pulsed inside her, the pain in her poor hole had suddenly begun to shift towards a tingling pleasure and now, as her ass was treated so poorly, she couldn’t help but to shudder. It felt good, she couldn’t deny it. “What have they done to me?”

---

The man locked her bindings to one side of the room when he had felt that she’d been sufficiently punished for her outburst. Every half hour or so he would repeat the act, forcing her down to take his cock, always only pounding her protesting ass hole, clearly focused only on his own sadistic needs. The first few times she fought, rattling her chains and trying to somehow get the upper hand, but while Korra was well trained in martial arts, this man had at least some martial discipline and his overwhelming strength was too much for her to overcome. What was worse was when another of the muscle bound brutes showed up. They traded places and the punishment renewed, a fresh cock ready to bruise her already painfully stretched hole.

Something weird was happening to her body, over time Korra found herself dreading each act less and less and the feeling of something hard and round being shoved inside her ass became pleasing to her, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

Plastered with streaks of dried cum, the avatar moaned into the stone floor, her knees protesting at the unfair treatment as her ass once more felt the warm and degrading presence of a hard dick. No longer did they need to lock her in place between bouts of rough sex, instead she just lay, trying to catch her breath between the brutal anal beatings. Her ass clamped down harshly as she bent forward into the stone, her mind plunged into bliss as she finally had her first orgasm from the horrible treatment. The avatar groaned lewdly, in the throes of ecstasy as the brute behind her came in her ass.

In the never ending rotation of strongly built men Korra slowly lost herself to the depravity, latching onto the one good feeling that repeated itself throughout her ****. The reaming of her hole produced a steady stream of body shaking orgasms from that point. Some sort of switch having been flipped so that now she no longer thought of the pleasure as something to avoid.

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She awoke, body clammy and covered in bruises back in the room from before, splayed across the medical chair. She shivered at the thought of all that had transpired, her pucker quivered at the memory of being railed over and over and pussy began to grow wet with her heightened arousal.

It had to be because of that syringe, whatever these… people had put inside her, it was causing this insane reaction from her body. She was the avatar, she was supposed to be a symbol of something better, and yet she couldn’t help the want that begin to rise at the thought of being treated like a hole to fuck.

Suddenly her constraints pulled tight to the chair, stopping all but the barest of movements.

In walked the three from before. The scientist leered obviously at Korra’s sweaty, cum caked form, making his way back to the table of instruments. The tall woman and Amon walked over, looking just as dis-interested as before.

“Good morning Korra.” The woman said, eyes lazily drifting over her.

“What did you do to me… bitch.” Korra spoke between gritted teeth, seething as she realized this must have been the “master” those guards had been talking about. She had ordered them to treat her like some toy, to bruise her body and pride so maliciously.

“Oh… just a few changes to your body and personality, because while we could humiliate you as you are, this just makes things… easier.” she smiled widely as she spoke.

Korra took the bait, grunting as she tried once again to break her bonds through ****. She tried not to show how much it disheartened her that the bonds barely strained at her movements. She looked to the placid Amon by her side. “You’re fine with all this?” she pleaded.

“The ends justify the means Avatar.” He seemed barely interested in her plight, just here because he had to.

“It’s time we finished this and got onto the next stage.” the woman said, nodding to the scientist looking fellow who stood by with another syringe and some sort of lamp. He bowed in ascent. The lamp was held by one of the arms hanging off of the base of the medical chair. He positioned it so the light cascaded right atop Korra’s exposed, slimy mound. A warm tingly feeling caressed her skin where the light touched.

“Ooooh this will be so fun!” he said, pressing the tip of the needle against Korra’s mound. She tried to move away but more metal rods moved to intercept her and grabbed tightly around her waist and thighs so she could barely move. In one precise motion the scientist plunged the needle into the soft skin of her pussy, it bit painfully into her there and the pressure of the fluid going inside her burned like none other. He stepped back with a look of manic glee, watching her crotch closely for the transformation to begin.

Korra’s head, which had been bent forward to watch with worry, flipped back, smacking harshly into the headrest as heat began to swirl about in her pussy and into her abdomen. She howled like a banshee as the heat went from warm to sweltering to magma. Pain like the last time but completely different as it was focused on just her crotch caused her to shake and yell out.

She didn’t lose consciousness this time, either because of already having experienced something like this or because the pain was different, she didn't know. When it had finished the sweaty girl looked down with tear-stained eyes. Her heart sank somehow further at what she saw. In place of her small, delicate lips was a spongy head, and a length of hard muscle sat atop two large round orbs. She had a dick.

“Splendidly executed if I do say so myself.” The scientist said.

The woman rolled her eyes as she turned to leave.

“Pat yourself on the back all you want, all I care for is that she will be presentable.” She left with Amon in tow.

Korra’s eyes remained locked to the dick that stood in stark contrast to the rest of her form. It was as if she could feel the pleasure locked within, her chest rose as she felt her libido steadily rising, perverted thoughts of using and being used coming to the forefront as her dick bounced eagerly atop her soft skin.

The scientist giggled maddly. “That thing is going to be hard to resist my little avatar. There are so many nerves and hormones packed inside it, it should honestly kill you. Luckily that dose from earlier prepared you for just this transformation.” He continued to explain as he made his way back to the desk.

From where Amon and the woman had exited, a small group of the muscled men walked in. In their midst stood Asami Sato.

Wearing nothing but a thin bit of black cloth that hid absolutely nothing of her luxuriant figure, she giggled and smiled at the muscular men around her that groped and fondled her curvy ass and tits.

“Asami?” Korra asked weakly, trying to fight the lust that rose at seeing her friend exposed like that. The girl looked back, startled temporarily by the recognition of who had just spoken, but then her eyes lingered, roaming Korra’s improved form until they landed on the girl’s new dick. A blush rose in her cheeks and she purred. “Oh Korra, how… nice to see you…”The hope which had appeared for the moment at seeing her friend died out upon seeing first the girl’s reaction to her lewd body and then also at the realization that the little fabric covering Asami’s own crotch tented around what could only be a cock. It seemed the girl had already been “turned”.

“Please hold her down boys, I have more to administer.” the scientist said, walking over with a needle.

At his direction the men positioned her on her knees, bent forward with her arms still bound behind her back. The scientist caressed lightly across Korra’s improved ass and spending a moment to prod at her sore anal ring. “Yes this will do nicely.” he mumbled.

The men were all around her, holding her curvy body in place as the scientist ogled her disgusting hole. Asami seemed distracted with her own “activities”.

“Yes yes YES! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!” she bounced in a lap, her own cock bouncing everywhere as she was pounded from below.

Korra shivered at the touch of the one behind her and at the realization that they probably wanted to turn her into whatever poor Asami had become. She could try to run, try to fight, but she was weak and without any real power. Perhaps her friends could save her but she didn’t know how long that would take, her only hope was to survive whatever vile plans these people had in store for her with her mind un-corrupted. Perhaps just her presence would be enough to save Asami from this.

A needle poked into the skin of her anus, causing her to shake as some new concoction was pumped forcefully into her system. What would it be this time?

No pain came this time, just a tingle on the skin of her hole and just inside. As soon as the needle exited her pucker a cock plunged in to replace it. Korra locked up. It felt good, it felt way too good. Where the day before the initial penetration had been too much for her small opening to take, this was like no other pleasure the avatar had ever experienced before. She looked back, shuddering each time her partner bottomed out inside her hole. The scientist smirked back at her. With a *shlorp* his dick pulled from her ass “That’s right, you’re taking this thing! How does it feel?” he asked with a self satisfied expression. The dick he lifted to slap her cheek with was monstrous, twice the size of anything Korra had taken the day before. Korra’s eyes boggled.

With a grunt he shifted his mammoth dick back inside the warm hole and Korra was helpless but to moan at the sublime sensation of being so full. Her ass spread readily for the massive intrusion, allowing it to reach further than any dick should ever realistically go. Her head bobbed forward, gasping for air, she could see the clear outline of something pushing her tummy outward as the mad scientist plunged inside her rear over and over. Her own dick bobbed, pulsing with arousal as her body pumped blood back and forth. She was getting close.

“Ah-ah-ah! No cumming!” the scientist scolded.

A muscled hand reached from beside her, it clasped some sort of contraption around her girth, covering nearly the whole length, the object inflated, causing immense pressure on her straining dick. It was too much, her mind reeled as Korra had her first male orgasm… or nearly so. She shook madly, body falling uselessly into the hands and crotch of the man before her as her cock tried to expel her feminine load on the stone below her. Her hips pistoned randomly into the ass fuck as she tried to let her load out but the clasped article around her dick wouldn’t allow it causing the girl’s internal’s to growl with pain as her cum had nowhere to go.

“Mnnoooghgh….” she groaned into the crotch of the man before her. He dropped his trousers, exposing his sweaty dick to her. Unthinking, but growing ever more familiar with these perverse acts, she took in the musty scent, mouth opening to lap lazily at the turgid length.

Asami yelled loudly as her own cock splattered all over herself, continuing to bounce on the man’s dick.

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Two weeks later.

Korra and Asami stood behind the curtain, embracing as they wetly made out. They didn’t care that the other’s back stage could see their open affection, it only made the moment hotter. Their ever hard dicks stood proud, poking one another in the belly as they readied for their turn. They had on matching “dresses” though they were little more than two strings of cloth which one would supposedly use to cover pussy and nips but having no pussy to speak of and leaving their pierced nips open for all to see, the getup was more just an accent to their natural skin color. Asami was wearing this in a velvety black while Korra had red to match her tanned skin.

“I’m going to pump so much of my dick milk inside you tonight” Asami whispered into her lover’s ear as her hand prodded at the avatar’s back door. Korra’s eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly, the invitation was irresistible.

Maybe Korra could have actually resisted all of the mental and physical changes, the **** and constant mind-bendingly pleasureable sex if she were on her own. But with Asami there she had found it somehow easier to fall into the pleasure of the moment, to not care that she was the avatar, that she had a responsibility to the rest of the world. Afterall, Asami was right here, she needed her right now to fuck her ass, to kiss her, to make love to her in the only perverse way they knew how.

“OK, you’re up, girls.” The stern woman who’d ordered all of this said, a pleased expression on her face at seeing how horribly defiled the two of them had become.

Korra knew she was falling into this woman’s disgusting plans, that all she would have to do to fight back would be to not follow directions but it was too late for that. The things that she wanted Korra and Asami to do… the mere thought caused the horny dickgirl’s heart to beat heavily inside her chest. She WANTED this, she didn’t care that it was a disgrace to who she had been, she loved her new life, her new life with Asami and all the perverse things they did on a daily basis.

They hopped giddily up the steps, Asami slapping Korra’s ass as she trailed behind. Their cocks bounced lewdly as they made their way into the limelight.

A crowd of the city's influential and movers of the seedy underground sat in a cabaret style room. Rowdy and murmured voices mingled as the two dick girls stepped eagerly to center stage. People ate and ogled at the perverse couple, their bodies covered in writing that would make anyone blush to see in public.

“AND NOOOW FOR THE NEXT ACT, WE HAVE THE AVATAAAAR!” a booming voice said. On que, Korra twirled about in a mimic of the dance of a bender. In one fluid motion she shot her hand forward, all the while making sure her body’s sexy proportions were on display. A jet of flame scorched the air as her short dance completed.

The crowd swelled with approval, cheering and jeering at the kinky Avatar. Korra smiled, winking as she showed them her tongue.

“ALL TONIGHT, SHE WILL BE FIRST COME FIRST… WELL… CUM!”

Korra twisted about on her red heels, somehow maintaining her balance through all of this activity. Asami knelt beside her lover’s ass, spreading those luscious round orbs for the crowd to see her bleached hole running down to her perineum and her hard dick and balls below. The crowd cheered yet again, some men already running towards the steps up on the stage, but stopped by the strong guards who stood there and lined them up. Korra and Asami watched the group of virile young men with open hunger in their eyes, their cocks hard as steel as they imagined all the fun to be had.

“Whoever gets the most to cum calls the shots tonight?” Korra asked as she looked over to her lover. Asami gave her a look.

“That may be a little unfair considering they’re here for you. How about if I can get more than half of yours?”

Korra pouted cutely, but then a tenacious grin grew on her face.

“Deal!”

The pair turned, asses raised high, as the men rushed on stage ready to cover them in cum.

• Hopefully I wasn't too far off the mark with the characters/lore, it's been forever since I watched the show.