Thread: Legend of Korra, Book 2: Spores (Mystearica x darkest_fate)

Asami Sato, beautiful heiress of Future Industries and the Sato Corporation, watched as her friend, the Avatar Korra, performed intricate bending techniques for the amusement of her and the Fire Ferret brothers. Asami had always admired Korra's skill, and she thoroughly enjoyed watching displays of bending. She'd never really understood why people would fear it, think it evil or what have you. Terror could come from it, yes, but terror could also come from machines and, well, people. Asami had learned that hard lesson not long ago. Strange though, but Asami thought she saw something fluttering in the wind gathered by her friend, little bits. She figured it had something to do with what Korra was going for, maybe some earth bending mixed in. Korra did enjoy showing off, after all, which always amused Asami. A lot about Korra equally amused and impressed the young heiress, and she realized she'd finally found someone she could be fully jealous of. All her life she'd been pretty, smart, talented, someone that people could look up to. She'd worked hard to make sure she was more than a pretty face, though she did realize that her features and bearing made her quite appealing. Not everyone possessed striking features our pale skin or flowing ebony hair that fell in graceful curves down a smooth back. Nor did most heiress's have the sinewy muscles that gave Asami's feminine form a more willowy look, hardening her out. She looked like a weakling compared to Korra, who had the hardened musculature that came with bending all the time. it suited the bronzed water tribe member though. No doubt that physique would mean that Korra's admittedly impressive breasts, the one area that Asami felt she'd been beaten without contest, would never sag. Asami shook her head slightly, taking a deep breath. She didn't notice little green flecks hovering in between her lips with that motion, some stirred by the very display that had held her rapt attention for so long. She'd done it to dislodge her gloomy and admiring thoughts, to instead focus on the impressive trick. Thankfully, Bolin was gushing, as he was wont to do, and Mako was clapping and telling Korra she did amazing. Just as Asami started to talk, to let her own pleasure at it be known, Korra fidgeted and took off. The three other friends stood there for a moment, blinking. What was that? demanded Bolin, waving. was that some kind of 'I'm too cool for you now' thing? he waved his arms, and Asami had to fight back laugh. His brother had already started moving, saying that he thought Korra looked worried and that maybe they should check it out. Asami darted in front of Mako then, placing a hand upon his chest. She tried not to think about the rippling muscles beneath, or how their relationship had fizzled before she'd gotten to experience them first hand. Fizzled because of the very girl who'd just gone running off for no apparent reason. Why was Asami lingering on that? Lingering on Mako? She licked her plump red lips, blinked her painted eyelids, and looked up at her ex, a smile tugging those very kissable lips. Come on, Mako, you can't go chasing off after Korra every time she sneezes. What kind of boyfriend does that? she pointed out. Bolin nodded enthusiastically Mako sputtered, so Asami continued Besides, I've seen that look before. I'm pretty sure Korra's suffering from lady issues. Ooooh, lady trouble. Nope, you can't mess with that Mako, no way. Lady troubles are just for the ladies, insisted Bolin. Thanks, bro, I'd never have figured that out without-- Right, just for ladies, said Asami, nodding. So let me go make sure everything's okay with Korra, alright? she nodded held up a finger, promised she'd be back soon, and took off. Asami walked swiftly, trying to think of where Korra had likely gone in a hurry. one location sprang to mind, and she hurried straight toward the bathroom. She'd thought she'd heard a slam from there anyway. The door was shut, so Asami knocked softly on it, leaning forward. Korra? It's Asami, the boys and I were worried, since you just sort of took off and all. Is everything okay? she waited, and when she didn't get a response, she tried knocking again. Korra? I'm going to come in, alright? You know, she smiled, hold your hair back while you puke and all. then she reached down, turned the handle, slowly opened the door and looked down to see... the Avatar furiously masturbating? Asami stared, her mouth opening slightly, not quite believing it. The raw primal beauty of Korra plowed hard into her, hitting like a car. All that lush, sun-kissed skin, all those hard muscles, and those breasts, Spirits, how Asami suddenly wished to be the hand that kneaded that chest. Instead she stood gaping, not quite sure what to make of this, and to make of the fact that her own heart was thudding fast, warmth and desire spreading throughout her body, stretching fingers to all the right places.