Korra kills you [End]

You **** her again. And again. The marble floors of the harem grow slick with sweat and semen. Korra lies beneath you, her body yielding, but her spirit never does. Her sky-blue eyes pierce through you, never blinking, never breaking. She does not cry. She does not beg. She does not moan your name like the other **** girls you inherited from your father and made yours. Instead, she mocks.

"Is that all you have?" she sneers through clenched teeth, mocking you in front of your guards. "You are even more pathetic than your father. And your cock is so tiny! Even tinier than your father’s cock was!!"

You strike her, your hand trembling with fury, but it only makes her laugh. The sound slices through you like a blade of ice.

"Shut up!" you bark, stumbling out of the harem, red-faced and panting, your pride in tatters. Your footsteps echo through the empty corridors like the drumbeat of failure.

No matter how you try to break her, with pain, with sexual humiliation, with beatings and domination, she remains as solid as stone. Unbent. Unbowed. Unbroken. And each time you leave her chamber, it is you who feels violated.

As if her defiance infects the very air, rebellion rises in your kingdom. Reports pour in from the countryside. Villages in flames. Tax collectors hung from trees. Grain stores looted.

"What do those peasant bastards even want?" you snarl at your captains.

"They say your father bled them dry with taxes," one replies stiffly. "That he took their daughters for his harem. That you are no better."

You laugh bitterly. "Fucking peasants. Put down the rebellion and kill them all."

They ride out under your orders. You sit on your father's throne, sipping wine, dreaming of a night when Korra will finally beg for your mercy.

But the rebellion does not die. It grows.

A few days later, you return to the harem, **** to reassert yourself. Korra lies on the cushions, her body nude and beautiful in the flickering candlelight. You strike her. She stares back at you, lip bleeding, hatred blazing.

Then the scream comes.

You freeze.

Another scream follows. Then a crash. The sound of steel meeting steel. Then steel meeting flesh. Your guards are dying. The rebels are in the palace.

You scramble, naked and terrified, heart thundering in your chest. You dive behind the silk-draped bed just as the doors burst open.

"Mako! Bolin! You came to save me!" Korra’s voice rings out, filled with something you've never heard in her before. Joy.

Two men step into the room, weapons in hand. The older one, Mako, tall and grim, stares at the bruises on her skin. The younger, Bolin, snarls when he sees her nakedness.

"Korra, are you okay? Did he-"

She cuts him off. "He **** me. Again and again, Like his father did before him."

Your teeth chatter. Your lips tremble. You try to crawl away on all fours without them noticing you.

"He is a coward. A lech. A worthless human being. And he is hiding behind the bed."

"No, wait, please. Don’t kill me!" you cry, voice cracking. You are naked, pitiful, and terrified, as Bolin grabs you by the hair and hauls you into the open.

"Fucking bastard!" Mako’s fist crashes into your mouth. Your vision flashes white. A tooth flies loose and lands beside the brazier.

You fall, whimpering, blood leaking from your lips.

The rebels throw you into the dungeon beneath the palace. Not a cell, not a chamber, but a pit, a dry old well that stinks of mold and rats. You lie naked in the filth. No throne. No silks. No guards. No **** girls to kneel at your feet or suck your cock.

You scream until your voice cracks, but no one listens. No one comes.

Above you, the rebels take the city. Banners are torn down. Statues toppled. The people cheer. You hear them chant Mako, Bolin, and Korra’s name.

Days pass. Maybe more. You lose count.

Then, one evening, the wooden hatch above creaks open. Light floods the pit. Your eyes sting.

It is her.

Korra stands at the edge, looking down at you. She wears no chains. No collar. She is dressed in the garb of a warrior, not a ****. Her bruises have faded. Her strength has not.

You try to smile. To beg. To find some final words that might save you.

She says nothing. Only watches you with those sky-blue eyes. Then she lifts her arm.

The blade drops.

Your scream ends before it begins. Steel kisses flesh. Then silence.

You do not die a prince.

You do not die a man.

You die like a dog.

Korra wipes the blade clean on the tyrant's silken bedsheets. The same ones he had once **** her on. She leaves his body in the pit, uncovered, unburied. No servants mourn. No songs are sung.

The palace becomes something new.

That night, in the royal bedchambers, Korra has sex with both Mako and Bolin. Her nude body pressed between theirs.

"Yes! Mako! Bolin! Fuck me! Harder!" She screams loudly as the two brothers fuck her at the same time, Mako fucking her cunt, and Bolin fucking her ass.

"You are so tight, Korra! Ah!!" Mako smiles as he feels Korra's cunt wrap tightly around his throbbing cock.

"Both the tyrant and his father had tiny cocks!" Korra laughs. "They could never make my pussy loose no matter how many times they fucked it! Not like you two!!"

Their hands tender where the tyrant's and his father's were cruel. Their voices soft and loving. She gasps in pleasure, not pain. She moans because she chooses to. She laughs because she can.

She is no longer a ****.

She is no longer a victim.

She is free.

And the tyrant is nothing but rot in the dark.

Ending - Dead