The Legend of Mako

Author's Note: Continuing with matchings that have absolutely no grounding in the show, Mako and Korra's mom. This chapter is set around the beginning of book 2. The alternate title is “50 Shades of Senna.”

Korra and Mako had come to the Southern Water Tribe, ostensibly, to visit Korra's parents and attend the Glacier Spirits Festival.

What they actually did was the same thing they normally did in Republic City: have loud sex and louder arguments. Senna, mother to the Avatar Korra, was privy to an earful of both on a nightly occasion.

Wham wham wham! The floor of the bedroom above her shook in time with the furious lovemaking of her daughter's bedroom.

“Oh god, that's it, don't stop! Fuck me, Mako, fuck me!”

Wham wham wham!

“Pull my hair! That's it, and – ouch! Not that hard!”

Korra's voice turned from sultry to annoyed, and lovemaking turned to fighting.

“I thought you liked biting?” Mako's voice replied.

“I do, just, fuck, not that hard!”

“Well I'm sorry! I'm not a mind-reader! I can't tell exactly what you want if you don't tell!”

And so on and so forth, the screams of pleasure turned to shouts of anger in Senna's home.

In truth, Senna envied her daughter. While she and Tonraq had a healthy and happy marriage in many respects, sex was not one of them. Sometime after Korra had been born, Tonraq had simply lost sexual interest in his wife. They slept in separate beds, and like tonight, he was frequently gone on Water Tribe business. Sexually frustrated, Senna often found herself listening in on her daughter's sexual escapades, pleasuring herself, imagining that she was the one getting her brains fucked out on a nightly basis. Lurid sexual fantasies plagued the lonely housewife's mind; visions of being used, of being debased, of powerful men who ravage her body. She wanted it so badly.

“You know, just forget about it. I can't be around you when you're like this. I'm going for a walk,” Korra's voice resonated angrily through the household, shortly followed by the sound of a door slamming.

Mako's alone.... the thought crossed Senna's mind, involuntarily. She heard his footsteps, heading down the hallway. Against her better judgment, she threw a short robe over her naked body and followed him there.

“You and Korra have a fight?” She asked, cornering him in the halls outside of her bedroom. Mako slumped against the wall, chin in his hand, brooding.

“Oh, jeez. You heard that? Ugh.... sorry.”

Suddenly, he straightened up, a thought racing across his mind. “Wait. Did you hear.... everything?”

Senna smiled, disarmingly. “It's all right, Mako. My daughter is a grown woman – the Avatar. In a way, she's older than any of us. I know she's not a child anymore.”

Mako sighed in relief. “Oh. Uh... good.”

“And I know Korra can be quite a firebrand at times. Believe me, I raised her,” Senna said, moving to take a seat beside Mako at the table. “It's one of the things I love about her.... but it can also make her difficult at times.”

“You're telling me,” replied Mako. “It's like, I think we're good, then I'll slip up and say or do some little thing that will set her off, and suddenly it's this huge fight.”

Senna patted Mako on the shoulder, reassuringly. “It's part of being young. So full of passion and energy.... it's easy for things to get out of control.” She did not remove her hand from his body, which Mako could not help but noting.

“When you get older, things... cool down. Become clearer. Older women know what they want.” Senna's hand drifted down across his body, and her eyes locked on Mako's, lust clearly blazing therein. Any pretense of this being anything other than a seduction had been thrown aside.

Mako pulled away, but only slightly. “Um... ma'am... are you....”

Senna sidled up close to him. “Please, Mako.... my husband hasn't fucked me in sixteen years....” her hand crept over the bulge in his trousers, still hard from his canceled bout with Korra. “And it seems like my daughter left things unfinished....”

Mako tried to hold himself back, but he found his face drifting closer and closer to Senna's, the magnetic attraction overpowering his common sense.

“Korra is going to kill me over this....” he muttered, and then his lips were on Senna's, his tongue gliding into the older woman's mouth, his hand in her hair.

Their bodies collided. Mako was a head taller than the older woman, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to kiss him. Their tongues danced and wrestled, Senna moaning as she felt the hard-bodied young man press against her. Her back slammed against the wall, one leg raising to wrap around Mako's body, her robe falling away to expose her bare sex. She ground her naked cunt against the hard lump of his cock, feeling the waiting bulge through his clothing.

“Bedroom....” she murmured as Mako's mouth descended on her neck. He lifted up her other leg, allowing the small woman to cross her ankles around his body, and carried her into her bedroom.

Lust was blazing in Mako's body, clouding his mind, filling his soul. He didn't care that he was about to fuck Korra's mom, that the Avatar may well actually kill him over this. Pent up sexual energy from his unfinished lovemaking with Korra and frustration over their difficult relationship collided in him, and all he could think of was how badly he wanted to fuck his girlfriend's mother right now.

He threw her down on the bed, and Senna's robe fell open, revealing her body. Ultimately, Korra took after her father more than her mother; while the Avatar was a tall, hard-bodied amazon, Senna was small, soft, and petite. Her body was smooth and soft, possessing neither flab nor her daughter's hard muscle. Her breasts were not particularly large, but they were shapely and well formed. Even though she had been long chaste, she kept her cunt shaved smooth, waiting for the day someone might appreciate it again.

His mouth ravaged her body, tasting every inch of the older woman. He worked his way down from her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that worked it's way down the valley of her cleavage, then over to each of her nipple. Senna writhed with intense enjoyment, feeling the touch of a lover for the first time in years.

“Oh heaven, Mako.... Mako... I can't remember the last time I felt this good....”

Silently, he continued working his way south, gliding his tongue over her smooth belly. He stopped when he got to the valley of her sex, teasing the older woman. He planted kisses on her thighs, on her abdomen, slowly working his way in toward the dripping slit of her womanhood.

“Mako.... please..... oh god!” She screamed when his talented tongue finally lighted on her clitoris, her whole body arching, her screams echoing into the cold night. Senna put both of her hands on Mako's hair, pulling the young man into her sex.

Flicking and gliding, Mako's tongue made love to the neglected woman's cunt. Korra loved his tongue, practically needed it, frequently riding her boyfriend's face until she came. In this, Senna was much like her daughter, whole body melting under the lashing tongue of the firebender.

“Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming, yes, please, please please please....” Senna's leg's instinctively clamped shut around her young lover's face, her cunt pressing against his mouth as she came. For the first time in sixteen years, another person had made her come.

“Please fuck me, Mako... fuck me like my husband can't....” Senna mewled as she released Mako from her thighs. She waited on the bed, naked and panting, leg's spread wide.

Mako tore out of his clothing, leaving his night clothes scattered about the floor of the woman's bedroom. Senna drank in the sight of his body, from his long lean muscles glittering in the moonlight to the hard proud cock jutting away from his body. The hot-blooded teenager lined his cock up with the entrance of her slit, rubbing against the outside of it.

“Please Mako... I need it... I need you... I need you inside me....”

With a slow thrust and a moan, he pushed himself inside the older woman's cunt, burying himself to the hilt. He slid in easily; her cunt was warm and wet, and his cock was hard as iron.

A load moan escaped his lips, feeling her tight cunt wrap around his cock. Senna closed her eyes and moaned, feeling the teenager's hard rod splitting her long-neglected cunt.

“Yes... give it to me, give me your hard cock....”

“How do you want it?” Asked Mako, moving inside her. He started slow, pumping her with long deliberate thrusts, letting her get used to the cock in her cunt. Senna wanted more; she wanted the same furious passion that she had heard pounding in the room above her. She wanted to the intense, fiery sex that her husband had so long denied her.

She opened her eyes, meeting Mako's gaze.

“I want it hard. Fuck me like you fuck my daughter.”

Mako stacked Senna's legs onto his shoulders, folding her in half, his weight bearing down on top of her. He pulled the undone robe halfway down, so that it pinned the older woman's arms to her side. Both of his hands gripped tight into her hair, pulling her head up. She was pinned, immobilized, at the mercy of her taboo lover.

“Oh god!” Senna cried, “Harder, harder! My husband never fucked me like this!”

His cock hammered her, unrelenting. All of his frustrations with Korra bubbled up, and he took them out on her mother. Won't fuck me? Fine, I'll fuck your mom instead.

He slapped Senna lightly across the face, and the older woman gasped. He and Korra regularly left each other with bruises after their sessions in bed.

“You like that? You like getting fucked by your daughter's boyfriend?”

“Yes, Mako! Fuck me, you beautiful stud! I want you to use my body!”

Mako pinned one of Senna's legs beneath his own, keeping the other one up on his shoulder. With her legs split apart, he could drive deep into her cunt, making the older woman scream.

“Do you like my pussy? Does fucking me make you feel good?”

“You're so hot, Senna.... your husband is an idiot not to fuck you....” Mako stroked Senna's lips with his thumb, and bit down on it, sucking on the digit while she fucked him. He pulled the wetted digit out of her mouth, and started stroking her clitoris while he fucked her.

“Tell me I'm better than her.... tell me I'm better than my daughter....” Senna moaned. Mako realized that the woman must have had a massive inferiority complex, the no-name mother of the most powerful woman in the world, rejected even by her own husband.

Mako indulged her. “You're so much better, Senna.... you're a much better fuck than your bitch daughter. Forget about the Avatar.... I should've been fucking her mother all along.”

“Thank you, Mako, thank you.... I'll do anything for you..... let me be your personal fuck slave, your personal whore....” Senna was in powerful need of sexual validation, and Mako was the first person to give to her in countless years.

Mako slapped her again, harder this time. “You like that, you fucking slut? Cheating on your husband with your daughter's boyfriend?”

“Yes, Mako! Make me your slut! Fuck me however you want!”

Mako flipped the sexy older woman over, bending her over the bed with both arms held out straight behind her. He railed into her long-neglected cunt, causing Senna to howl into the night sky. It was a hate-fuck by proxy, Mako pouring all of his frustrations with Korra into fucking her mom.

And that same spark of emotion ignited the most passionate sex the older woman could remember having. She felt validated by the teenager's intensity, feeling young again for the first time in years. She came hard, frequently, and loudly.

“Oh god, Mako! You wonderful stud! I'm coming! You're making your sex slave come again!”

 

Her whole body tightened and shook each time she came, her tight pussy clamping down on Mako's cock. He felt his own lust consuming him, burning inside, ready to explode.

“I'm going to finish soon,” he whispered into her ear. “How does my slut want it?” He added, kissing the top of her head.

“However my stud wants it,” she replied, grinding against him.

“Roll over,” he commanded, pulling his cock out of her. “I want to come in your mouth.”

He pushed Senna flat on her back and brought his cock over her small mouth, face-fucking her missionary. She could only get half of his length in her mouth from this position, but it didn't matter; Mako pistoned away, fucking her mouth with both his hands in her hair.

Senna tried not to gag as her young lover used her mouth. One hand instinctively played with her cunt, getting off on the way the young man wrested his pleasure from her body. She loved feeling used; moreover, she loved feeling of use. To somebody. To anybody.

Mako continued furiously fucking his girlfriend's mom's mouth, until he felt his orgasm boiling over.

“Take it! Swallow my cum, you fucking slut!” He screamed, shooting his loud down her mouth. Senna swallowed every drop, tasting the young firebender's cum as it shot down her throat.

He looked at Senna, naked, her body flushed with exertion. Coming down from his rage-gasm, he realized the full scope of what he had done, and just how much trouble this could put him in.

He really, really hoped Korra hadn't heard them.