Using The Bodies Up As We Go - Korra reward story

The towering, equine spirit stood over Korra with his nostrils and his cock flared. Standing taller than any man on two hind legs, the horse spirit was a fearsome sight even discounting the absolutely monstrous cock that stood before Korra, that taunted her with the threat of what he was after. "Avatar," he said. "You have a duty to fulfill."

Asami and Korra had simply been walking through the spirit world. Its beautiful sights made for the perfect place to go on a date of sorts. A date stripped of all expectation and the outside world both were so busy in. The spirit world was different. It was a time of peace, where Republic City even during peaceful times was bustling and chaotic. There was something just different here. It was placid, it was calm, it was just what they needed. At least until Mayinjing had so boldly interrupted their date. Interrupted it with a massive, leathery horsecock standing rigid and twitching before the girls.

Korra looked at the spirit with her lips pursed and her posture protective. Her stance was one that positioned her between Mayinjing, the horse spirit, and her girlfriend, Asami. "This is not the time." She didn't look at his cock. She met Mayinjing's gaze directly and refused that. She was not here to help spirits; she was here on a date. She refused to pull back from that. There were many ways to help spirits that could and should have been an important part of any Avatar's purview. But not this. Not now.

Unwilling to be persuaded, Mayinjing took a step closer. "I demand it. This is my territory you stand in, and you will help me." His cock twitched, a thick strand of pre-cum drooling from his tip. "On your knees. Your mouth. I want your pretty mouth, Avatar. And I am owed it." He looked past her, to the utterly appalled look on Asami's face. "Your friend has nothing to worry about. I have no business with her, and will not lay a finger on her."

That could only be so comforting given everything. This was wrong, and Korra felt herself tensing up tighter under all the nervous pressures growing through her. She did not want this. But he wasn't budging. Nothing about dropping to her knees to service this spirit was in any way something she felt good about doing, but what were her alternatives? Fighting the spirit was not going to be helpful, and picking fights in the spirit world was not going to do her or Asami any good. It may have put them into even greater danger. Her head turned toward Asami with an apologetic and pleading look. She didn't want to, but it was safer for them both if she did.

"Do what you have to do," Asami responded, wincing in reluctant worry. She didn't like it. But she understood it.

It had been years since the last time Korra sucked a dick. She fooled around a little bit with Mako when they dated, but it wasn't much, and she hadn't touched or even seen a penis since. Now she was going to have to deal with the absolutely monstrous shaft of a hung horse spirit whose intimidating presence left her with plenty to be concerned about. She was good and faithful to Asami, maybe not completely disinterested in men, but having come to terms with her being far, far more into women, and in particular into the gorgeous woman she loved with all her heart.

"I'll do it," she said, moving forward and starting her way down to her knees in front of Mayinjing. "One time. You'll have your relief, and then you'll leave us be." She grasped his cock, wincing trough the surprise and confusion as she prepared herself for the compromising shame to mine, but even as she tried to gather up her thoughts, a nasty surprise seized tight hold of her.

Mayinjing grabbed her by the back of her head and yanked her forward. Without warning, he rammed his cock to the back of her throat with a hard, stubborn shove. "Let's see if you can even resist this, Avatar. Your girlfriend doesn't have this, does she?" it was a ridiculous thing to ask, but as Korra's eyes widened with shock and his harsh thrusts began, Mayinjing's gloating wasn't going to get any saner or any more decent. He was after something very particular and very merciless, and she was going to have to learn the hard way just how depraved and intense he could get.

Korra wasn't prepared to fight off what hit her, her entire body clenching up in unwelcome shock at the feeling of the thick cock ramming its way forward. Back and forth thrusts let her feel the fullest extent of a girth that made her jaw feel sore immediately from how open she had to force her mouth to be. Mako was a normally endowed guy. Mayinjing was something far, far worse. His cock was direct and relentless, and within a few thrusts he was forcing himself into her throat, driving down deep into her and making her feel something even worse still.

Tighter pulls on the back of her head forced her down toward the dick in motions to meet the thrusts. Korra couldn't help but gag on the treatment, feeling his cock penetrate her throat, feeling him force himself upon her deeper and more senselessly than she had ever experienced before. She couldn't do a damn thing about it, clenching up in wild shock under the pressure and the delirium of suddenly being forced to throat such a massive dick. She wasn't built to handle this. No human could have been. This cock was too much, and her hands grabbed at the powerful, equine thighs in panic, trying to forcibly shove him back and avoid being further plunged into delirium and panic by what hit her, but Mayinjing only pulled her down harder. His stubborn and forceful motions left her with no time to think clearly or respond to this with any hope of dealing with it.

"Does it taste good, Avatar? Inch after inch of horsecock plugging your throat up and grinding on that tongue. Go on, lick it while it fucks your throat. Taste it!" He got louder, his eyes focused down on Korra and on the thrills of making her completely succumb. There was absolutely no hope of pulling back from any of this, a burning certainty wearing down harder against her. Mayinjing was thriving here: he was facefucking the Avatar herself, taking on the prideful delirium and fever of a pleasure much too great to be able to resist, and with each thrust forward, he felt just a bit happier about where he was.

As much as she wished that she could look away, Asami found herself frozen in place, watching the look of worry and confusion on Korra's face as she took all these senseless thrusts down. This was madness, and she didn't know what to say, didn't know how to speak up in Korra's defense. She was mortified y all of this though, trembling in embarrassment as she beheld what was being done to Korra.

What Korra was letting happen to her.

Asami didn't hold that fact against her, but Korra found herself doing so as she accepted every inch of the cock past her lips that she could take. Her head felt dizzy from lack of air, thoughts spiraling deeper out of control and out of sense. She didn't have any good idea of how to handle all of this, but she didn't have much of a choice. And yet, with each push forward, she felt foggier. Not just from the lack of air, but with a growing ache between her legs, some warm and indulgent sensation that she didn't understand and frankly didn't want to understand for fear anything it offered would have simply been her end.

But Mayinjing kept thrusting, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, the taste of his cock was getting to her. Her eyes sank down and her throat relaxed. Her hands went from desperately clinging to Mayinjing's thighs to slumping down at her sides. She was letting this happen and accepting the brutality behind it. Compliant to a fault, she found herself growing intrigued by what hit her, by the delirium and the dizziness of letting him have her. The back and forth of his thrusts became an almost hypnotic indulgence, further dragging her in, making her thoughts spin.

"Does it taste good, Avatar? Does having a cock ravage your throat turn you on?" He took in a deep sniff. "I can smell it! Your arousal. You want this, don’t you?" He pounded away faster, focused only on using her and on pushing her into a state of plunging panic and confusion that kept her dizzy. He looked to Asami and said, "Your girlfriend is soaking wet. I think she's enjoying having her face fucked."

Asami shook her head feverishly. "No, she does not. Stop justifying what you're doing!" She was furious with this insane sight, wishing for sense to prevail while falling progressively further into wild embarrassment. She hated everything about this, and the growing concern rising inside of her was driven by a panic so weird and intense that she felt powerless against it. "Korra, it's okay. I'm not mad."

But Korra was slipping. The heat between her legs felt undeniable, and her head even began to rock back and forth, giving in to the pleasures that pushed her, and she wasn't powerful enough to deal with it all. She was giving in so much, and she didn't feel capable of dealing with it. She liked this? No, that couldn’t have been right. But there she was, letting it happen, doing nothing to stand up for herself or fight this off. Drool ran down her chin from the wild treatments, thick strands of it clinging to his cock each time it pulled back. Korra was powerless here, and as much as she wished for something to save her, there wasn't any.

Mayinjing worked harder back and forth, greedy flares of passion catching up with him. "Here it comes, Avatar. Let's see how well you can lie!" With a powerful grunt, he began to let loose everything, his cock erupting down Korra's throat. He pulled back, flooding her mouth with so much that she pulled back, coughing and spitting up the jizz onto her clothes while even more fired off all over her face. Mayinjing was a mighty, virile beast, and he was happy to make a complete mess of her. There was no restraint here, and he rode high on the thrill of making a grand mess of Korra, hosing her down and leaving her a complete wreck when he pulled back.

Drenched in semen, breath ragged, and eyes crossed, Korra stared at Mayinjing's cock. It was still hard. She felt dizzy. "Asami," she whined. "I’m so sorry, Asami." She shook her head. "This shouldn't have happened."

"It's okay, Korra. But you did it. You kept your promise. I don't have to forgive you for doing something you were forced to do. Let's go home." Asami's chest was tight. This felt awful. Watching Korra get facefucked induced utter misery within her, and Asami was ready to simply ignore the whole thing and leave. She was mad only at Mayinjing, but she needed to get out of here.

"I'm sorry," Korra said again, before drunkenly shoving forward and beginning to lick all over the flared head of Mayinjing's cock. "It tastes so good. Your cum is so musky. So powerful!" She made out with the slit on his cock, hands grasping him and stroking his shaft every which way. She wasn't able to think clearly, awash in a fugue of cocklust and delirium, but she knew she wanted to keep pushing. Every motion of her tongue served that desperate and dizzy need. There was no sense in fighting it. No choice or reason to hold it back. She was ready, drunk, and compromised.

"Korra?" Asami gasped.

"She's hooked on sucking dick," Mayinjing bragged. "Look at her." He grabbed her head and turned her around to go at the side of his cock, giving a position where Asami could get a good look at Korra's face.

With her eyes crossed and every thought in her mind simply gone, Korra licked all over his cock. "I'm sorry, Asami. But I'm--" She didn't understand just how far gone she was. It wasn't her fault, though: Korra had bee spiked by powerful pheromones and by the strange psychoactive properties of Mayinjing's semen. It induced a strange lust inside of her. A hopeless oral fixation. "I love sucking cock so much! I haven’t sucked dick in years, and I never realized how much I missed it until now. I love you, but I have to!" She grabbed hold his dick, pulling herself into position in front of him and shoving her way forward. She slurped Mayinjing's cock back down into her mouth.

Now completely committed, Korra fucked her face down onto it. Gagging and drooling on his huge cock was something she felt proud to give in to, happy to embrace to the fullest extent she could, and there was simply nothing she could do now but give in. She had needs, and those needs were tearing her fully asunder, breaking down her thoughts and bringing about something thoroughly ruinous, something built on a desire to give in.

Asami watched this all with utter agony. She shook in confusion, not knowing what to make of this and wishing desperately for things that weren't this. She was mortified, a completely compromised wreck watching in humiliation and panic at the ways this all played out, wishing for something to save her from this embarrassment. "No," she said. "Korra, what are you doing?" She didn't like this at all. "Korra?"

Korra ignored her. She slurped the cock down deeper, desperately slobbering all over him in total reverence. She didn't feel able to control herself, relentlessly choking herself on his cock and surrendering to the pleasures upon her. She felt powerless against it. The pleasure were was simply tremendous, pulling her deeper into a state of delirium and frustration from which she wouldn't be able to resist. She pulled back at one point, grabbing the dick and smacking it down across her face, relishing in the delirium and pressure of what became progressively more and more insane. "I love this," she moaned, gulping it back down again and redoubling her efforts on speed.

"Your girlfriend is addicted to sucking cock now," Mayinjing groaned. "Not just mine, either. I hope you're ready to deal with this." He laughed, throwing his head back and pumping his hips forward. Korra had taken most of it down herself, but he helped finish things up and ram into her throat. The pressure was overbearing and meant to push her ever deeper into madness. His balls smacked against her drool-slick chin, and Korra responded only with moans, her hands fondling her body all over in a state of ravenous desire.

Tears swelled in Asami's eyes as she beheld this all, trying to make sense of what she beheld and wishing she knew what to say. That couldn't be true, but Korra wasn't acting like herself. The utter derangement behind her actions was insane and impossible to comprehend, but Korra seemed so genuinely committed to it, moved with such certainty. There was no good sense to this, and the more she tried to make sense of it, the worst Asami felt.

Korra didn't care. She choked Mayinjing's dick down and kept pushing, ruining her own throat to indulge in her newfound joy. She was hooked on it, broken down and needing to keep going, to keep giving in, and she didn't care about anything else. The fixation she had now on Mayinjing's cock was deeper than she could possibly realize, but she was ready to accept it. Ready to give in fully. Mayinjing's orgasm was all she cared about, and needier, she threw herself into this, ready to break down completely and ready to unravel at the seams.

The pleasure was too much. With a blunt crash into complete fucking insanity, Mayinjing came again, this time pulling away faster so he could hose Korra down in his load from the start, drenching her in cum. In response, her hands went under her pants, and as she fell to her back and howled in joy, she began to feverishly fingerfuck herself, writhing in the chaos and the pleasure of what she had done. "I love sucking cock!" she screamed, divorced from sense now. Another dose of Mayinjing's cum only deepened her descent, and she was powerless now to fight it.

Asami hit the ground too, loudly sobbing as she beheld what her girlfriend had become. "Let's go home," she said, but Korra wasn't listening.

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"Korra?" Asami called as she came in from work, setting her briefcase down by the door and hanging her coat. She knew Korra had to be home; they had dinner reservations that night, which meant Korra kept her schedule open, and there hadn't been any reports of emergencies around the city, so she must have been somewhere. Maybe napping?

Asami hoped she was napping.

The bedroom door was ajar, and Asami's heart sank as she heard the sounds. Wet, sloppy sucking noises. She resigned herself to her fate as she opened the door and found her fiancée lying with her head off the bed, hand between her legs while some strange man Asami had never seen before throatfucked Korra. Korra had found someone to bring over and keep her occupied for the day.

Asami closed the door and let out a shaky, pained sigh. She didn't have any more tears to shed over what Korra had become, over how she cheated near-daily on Asami. Only orally. That was how she justified it. Korra loved Asami, but she loved sucking dick, so she'd blow guys, but not fuck them. That was supposed to be a consolation for Asami, who was going to have to accept it. She loved Korra too much to cut it off over this, and just kept blaming Mayinjing. It was an excuse she didn't believe, a rationalization she felt was empty. But it was more accurate than she could have ever believed.