The Need to Control

As Korra waited for Kuvira to compose herself, she shifted back and forth on the table. The cool air hitting her naked body, especially on her exposed ass, made her shiver. Finally, she heard Kuvira get up from the chair.

The imposing woman knelt down in front of the short table to look Korra in the eye. Her face had returned to a disdainful and stoic expression, made more intimidating by her strong eyebrows, but this time, there was a hint of a smile playing around her lips.

“Because you’ve been such a good slave,” Kuvira said, “I’m going to let you choose which way you’ll be fucked. I can use a strap-on, or I can use my fingers.”

Korra was surprised she was being given a choice. Both options were tantalizing. To be taken from behind with a strap-on… that sounded incredibly sexy. But there was something more intimate about having Kuvira’s own fingers inside of her.

“I can’t decide. Which would you prefer, Master?” Korra asked finally.

Kuvira frowned.

“I was generous enough to make it your choice,” she insisted, “If I wasn’t alright with doing one or the other, I wouldn’t have offered. Now choose quickly, before I decide to punish you.”

Korra looked down, away from Kuvira’s intense gaze, and made up her mind quickly.

“I’d like it if you used your fingers,” Korra answered, then remembered to add, “Please, Master.”

“Very well,” Kuvira replied with a small smile.

Kuvira got up and took a position behind her. Korra noticed that she could still see Kuvira through the mirror that was set up by the post. She could also see herself, looking like a fully broken slave – submissive, almost desperate to be fucked. She noticed the muscles standing out on her arms, muscles she would never use to overpower Kuvira. Never again. The irony of the situation suddenly hit Korra. How had she gotten herself into this?

Kuvira began brushing her fingers over Korra’s body, savoring her prize. Korra took a breath in, then out, feeling every touch as if it were magnified one-hundred times. Kuvira took her hands farther up, reaching to cup Korra’s breasts, which were hanging down almost to the table in her kneeling position. Kuvira pinched one, then the other, twisting slightly to make sure it hurt. Then, as Korra hissed in a gasp as a reaction, she leaned in to place a bite on Korra’s shoulder. Korra couldn’t help but whimper in surprise.

One of Kuvira’s hands slipped down to Korra’s ass, then spanked it, hard, before reaching the reward between Korra’s legs.

“Kuvira… Master…” Korra gasped, feeling Kuvira’s hand on her clit.

Kuvira started to grind in circles with her fingers on Korra’s clit, while her other hand spanked her again. Korra flinched, then looked up at the mirror. She could see Kuvira’s eyes filled with drive and hunger. While one hand kept working on Korra’s clit, her other hand played at Korra’s entrance. Then two fingers slowly slipped inside, palm down, so that Kuvira could press downward on Korra’s sensitive place.

“Fuck me…” Korra cried out.

Kuvira looked up, gazing at Korra through the mirror.

“Beg for it,” she commanded.

“Don’t make me beg, please…” Korra whimpered.

In response, Kuvira removed both hands from Korra. Korra changed her tune very quickly.

“Please, Master, please fuck me,” Korra begged, “Please… I beg you…”

Happy with her groveling, Kuvira returned her hands to their prior positions, one pumping in and out of Korra’s pussy, and the other one massaging her clit. The combination of those sensations made Korra quiver with pleasure.

“Harder, please,” Korra cried out.

An evil look crossed Kuvira’s face.

She thrust her fingers more vigorously while keeping the same pace with her other hand. The pleasure was starting to build up in Korra’s abdomen, threatening to destroy her with its power at any moment. All words were lost, and Korra simply started to whine and moan instead of speaking. She looked at Kuvira in the mirror one last time and saw her body covered in a thin glazing of sweat. Kuvira’s face was impassive and focused on her goal. Then Korra’s eyes rolled back as her climax started to overtake her.

The pleasure shot out from her abdomen, shocking her clit several times in quick succession. She could feel the pleasure flowing to her heart and out through her veins, until even her fingers felt like they were glowing. Her brain was empty of thoughts. There was only room for her ecstatic feelings.

Finally, her climax was over, and she stopped shaking and thrashing. Kuvira sensed that it was over, because she removed her hands before the sensations became grating. Korra collapsed on the table, a mess of weakened muscles and overcharged nerves.

“That was… amazing,” Korra whispered, “Thank you, Master…”

Kuvira stood up and sat on the bed behind Korra. Korra slowly peeled herself off the table. Her legs felt incredibly wobbly.

Kuvira looked pleased with herself this time. She was leaning back on her hands, still perfectly naked. Korra cleaned herself off and sat down next to Kuvira without saying a word. There was a slight awkwardness, since this is when Korra and Asami would normally cuddle. But Korra wasn’t sure if Kuvira was ready for that. Or was it something she would never be comfortable with?

As if realizing what Korra was thinking, Kuvira hugged herself with one arm, looking away from Korra.

“Kuvira…” Korra began.

“You can touch me,” Kuvira said, “Our playtime is over. I’m not your Master anymore.”

“But I wasn’t sure if you were alright with that,” Korra said.

“I’m doing my best to open up to you,” Kuvira said, “Opening up… always bites me.”

“You can trust me,” Korra promised.

She reached out to touch Kuvira’s shoulder. Kuvira flinched at the touch but didn’t move.

“I know I can,” Kuvira replied, “Otherwise we wouldn’t be here.”

Korra leaned closer to Kuvira, and Kuvira awkwardly reached to put her arm around Korra. Then the two of them lay back onto the bed, only a small distance between them. Still awestruck and dazed by her orgasm, Korra was emboldened to ask one more thing.

“I’d like to kiss you again, if that’s ok.”

“Of course,” Kuvira said after a moment, “Just promise me one thing.”

“What is it?” Korra asked.

Kuvira looked at her intently, seriousness filling her eyes, along with what was possibly… fear?

“Don’t fall in love with me.”

That hurt to hear in Korra’s hormone-filled state.

“Why not?” Korra asked.

Kuvira sighed frustratedly and looked at the ceiling.

“It’s already too late, isn’t it?” she said, “We can’t be together. I don’t care how much you think we can make this work. We can’t. I’m on house arrest, and you’re the Avatar. If you’re not happy with what we have now, we have to end things as soon as possible.”

Korra couldn’t deny that strong feelings of protectiveness and affection were coursing through her mind when she looked at Kuvira. But how much of that was the hormones from sex, and how much of it was real?

“I can’t think about this right now,” Korra said, “I’m too tired. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

Kuvira looked worried, but she agreed.

“Ok, tomorrow.”

Kuvira leaned across the gap and placed a warm kiss on Korra’s lips. Korra responded by leaning into the kiss and then putting her arm around Kuvira. Once they broke apart, Korra continued to hold Kuvira, softly stroking her arm while thinking about nothing in particular.

“I haven’t been held like this in a long time,” Kuvira mused, “I almost feel like I’m taking something I don’t deserve.”

That was enough to wake Korra from her daze. 

“You deserve this, Kuvira,” Korra insisted, “for all the progress you’re making. For the ways you’ve tried to redeem yourself.”

Kuvira sighed.

“I didn’t deserve a chance to redeem myself to begin with.”

Korra thought for a moment, reliving the moment that she and Kuvira had stood in the field of pink flowers in the Spirit World.

“No… you didn’t,” Korra agreed.

She felt Kuvira shift in surprise at that statement.

“I didn’t give you a chance because you deserved it,” Korra said, “I gave you a chance because it was something I had learned to do during the three years I was injured. Showing compassion never came easy to me. But being the one who needed pity really humbled me. It completely changed my point of view on showing compassion. Once I had the chance to show it, I knew I had to take that chance – even if nothing came of it. I had to do it, for your sake. For my sake, as well.”

Kuvira turned to look at her, somewhat in awe.

“Well, I owe my life to your decision,” Kuvira said softly, “And I owe my whole journey to you as well. I don’t think I would have been able to pull myself up without someone who believed in me.”

Korra responded by leaning in closer to Kuvira and wrapping her in a tighter embrace. She could feel Kuvira slowly melt into the hug. 

They lay in silence for a few minutes.

“My evening check-in with the guards is soon,” Kuvira said, “I’ll have to get dressed.”

“No…” Korra chuckled, “Don’t go… you’re so warm.”

Kuvira laughed, a hearty, husky laugh. She reached over to play with Korra’s hair.

“Put your clothes on,” she said, “Then you’ll be warm.”

Korra pouted, but she got up and began to put her clothes back on.

“Kuvira?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“I’m… so thankful you seduced me last time. This has been one of the sexiest experiences of my life.”

Kuvira smirked, but then her face lost its sarcasm.

“Mine too,” Kuvira answered.