Korra couldn't resist

"Please," Korra gasps, her words rough with need. "Please let me fuck you, Mistress." The words burn as they leave her mouth, filled with shame and longing in equal measure. She watches asami's reaction with **** eyes, her body thrumming with tension.

Asami's grin deepens at the title. "Good girl," she purrs, releasing Korra's cock only to undo the fastenings of her own outfit with deliberate slowness. The silken fabric parts to reveal her smooth skin beneath, the pink nipples already stiff with arousal. She steps back slightly, gesturing to the nearby bed. "Lie down, Korra. On your back."

Korra obeys without hesitation, her movements jerky with need as she turns and settles onto the bed. The silk sheets cool against her overheated skin as she lies back, her new cock straining upward from between her legs. She watches asami with intense focus as she slowly remove the rest of her clothing, letting the fabric pool around her feet before stepping out of it.

Asami climbs onto the bed with deliberate slowness, straddling Korra's hips but not quite lowering herself onto the waiting cock. She braces her hands on Korra's chest, fingers splaying across the muscular planes. "Look at you," she murmurs, her gaze flickering down Korra's body.

"All mine. Every inch." Her hips shift slightly, just enough to brush the tip of Korra's cock against her folds. The contact sends intense jolts through Korra's body, a strangled moan tearing from her throat.

Korra's hands fly up to grip the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as she fights for control. "Mistress," she gasps, her back arching slightly. "You feel... incredible." Her words break with need as she says it, the unfamiliar words sounding foreign yet right coming from her.

Asami smiles knowingly, rocking her hips just enough to tease. "I know," she purrs.