A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.
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Chapter 1: Asami Sato
The hum of the electric generators in the lower levels of the Future Industries central workshop was usually a soothing, rhythmic backdrop to Asami Sato’s long workdays. But tonight, the air felt thick, supercharged with a different kind of current altogether.
Asami rubbed her temples, staring down at the blueprints for the new high-velocity generator cores spread across her desk. The designs were brilliant, far surpassing anything her father’s old notes had envisioned. But the brilliance didn't belong to her. It belonged to the young man currently leaning over a prototype chassis on the floor below her office balcony.
Naruto Uzumaki.
He was a newcomer to Republic City, a stray from a distant, isolationist colony who had arrived with no family, no reputation, and completely devoid of the traditional spiritual training of the United Republic. He didn't have a lick of the mystical energy the monks babbled about, but what he did have was a terrifying, unprecedented mastery over Lightning bending. Unlike traditional Fire benders who generated lightning through precise, rigid forms, Naruto manipulated electricity like an extension of his own nervous system. He could redirect currents with a flick of his wrist, juice up an entire factory grid with a smirk, and wire complex circuitry blindfolded.
Asami looked down at him through the glass. He had stripped off his heavy work jacket, wearing only a tight dark tank top that clung to the broad, muscled lines of his back. His spiky blond hair was damp with sweat, and the faint, whisker-like birthmarks on his cheeks twitched slightly as he focused, a tiny arc of blue electricity dancing across his knuckles as he soldered a wire with bare fingers.
He was gorgeous. Raw, unrefined, and utterly magnetic.
Asami swallowed hard, feeling an uncomfortable heat pooling low in her stomach. She shouldn't be looking at him like this. She was in a committed, high-profile relationship with Korra. She loved the Avatar. But lately, things with Korra had been... exhausting. The weight of the world was constantly on Korra’s shoulders, and when they were together, it felt less like romance and more like a recovery session. Korra was always stressed, always brooding, or always away on diplomatic missions.
Naruto, on the other hand, was a force of nature. He was entirely in the present, brimming with a wild, unapologetic confidence that made Asami’s pulse race every time he stepped into her office.
A sudden pop and a bright flash from below snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Dammit!" Naruto muttered, wiping a streak of grease across his forehead, inadvertently smearing it over his jawline. He looked up toward her office, his piercing blue eyes locking instantly onto hers through the glass. Instead of looking annoyed at his failure, a broad, roguish grin broke across his face. He waved her down.
Asami took a deep breath, smoothing down her crimson silk blouse and adjusting her tight pencil skirt. She stepped out of her office and walked down the iron spiral staircase, her heels clicking rhythmically against the metal.
"Problems, Naruto?" she asked, keeping her voice professional, though her eyes lingered on the sweat glistening on his collarbone.
"Just a stubborn capacitor," Naruto said, his voice a low, raspy drawl that sent a shiver straight down her spine. "It can't handle the raw voltage I'm pushing into it. Kind of like this city. Everything's built too fragile."
He stepped closer to her, invading her personal space just enough to make her breath hitch. He smelled like ozone, burnt metal, and pure, intoxicating male sweat.
"I'm sure a mastermind like you can figure out a way to make it hold," Asami whispered, her professional facade cracking just a fraction.
Naruto’s grin softened into something much more intense. He reached out, his calloused thumb gently wiping a stray smudge of charcoal from Asami's cheek. His fingers brushed against her skin, and a tiny, deliberate spark of static electricity jumped between them. It wasn't enough to hurt, it felt like a sudden, scorching jolt of pure pleasure that shot straight between Asami's thighs.
She gasped softly, her eyes widening.
"You're working too late, Boss," Naruto murmured, his blue eyes dropping down to her red, parted lips. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be burying herself in blueprints all night. Doesn't that Avatar girlfriend of yours take care of you?"
The mention of Korra should have been a bucket of cold water. Instead, the contrast between Korra’s recent neglect and Naruto’s overwhelming, physical presence acted like fuel on a fire.
"Korra is... in the Southern Water Tribe for the week," Asami breathed out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
"Is she?" Naruto took another step forward, pinning Asami gently against the heavy metal workbench behind her. His hands came down on either side of her hips, trapping her. "Then she’s an idiot. Leaving a masterpiece like you all alone in the dark."
Asami’s breath came in shallow pants. Every moral fiber in her body told her to push him away, to walk up the stairs, to go home to the empty avatar estate. But as Naruto leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against her neck, the loneliness and pent-up desire of the past few months boiled over.
"Naruto..." she whimpered, a weak protest that sounded entirely like an invitation.
"Let me show you how a real man handles a live wire, Asami," he whispered.
He closed the distance, slamming his lips onto hers.
Lemon Scene Ahead
The kiss was explosive. Naruto didn't do gentle; he claimed her mouth with a fierce, ravenous hunger that utterly consumed her. His tongue slid past her teeth, tangling with hers in a deep, dirty rhythm that made Asami groan out loud. Her hands, entirely operating on instinct now, flew up to grip his thick, spiky blond hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back into his hard chest.
Naruto groaned, his large hands gripping her thighs and lifting her effortlessly up onto the heavy wooden workbench, scattering tools and papers to the floor with a loud clatter. Neither of them cared.
He tore his mouth away from hers, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He bit down gently on the sensitive skin right where her shoulder met her throat, making Asami shriek with a mixture of shock and dirty pleasure.
"Ah! Naruto....wait, someone might...."
"The doors are locked, Asami. It's just you and me," he growled against her skin, his hands already sliding up her skirt, bunching the expensive silk around her waist. His fingers tore at her lace panties, ripping them down her long, pale legs without a second thought.
Asami let out a ragged breath, her legs automatically spreading wide for him. She felt completely untamed, stripped of her high-society elegance and reduced to a needy, aching mess. Naruto unbuckled his heavy leather belt, his thick, rigid cock springing free from his trousers. It was massive, thick, and throbbing with a dark vein that pulsed with a faint, residual blue static glow.
Asami’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. "Oh my god..."
"You like what you see?" Naruto smirked, gripping her hips with bruising force. He didn't waste time with foreplay; he aligned the burning head of his shaft with her soaking wet, dripping slit and pushed forward.
He buried himself inside her in one deep, unyielding thrust.
Asami’s head snapped back, a loud, echoing scream of pure ecstasy ripping from her throat. She felt completely stretched out, filled to the absolute brim by his thick meat. The sheer friction generated a literal spark, a wave of low-level electricity rippling through her nervous system that turned her pleasure into a blinding, white-hot overload.
"F-Fuck, Naruto! You're so big! You're breaking me!" she wailed, her fingers clawing frantically into his muscular shoulders, leaving deep red marks.
"You're built perfect for it," Naruto grunted, his face tightening with raw lust as he began to pull back and drive into her with rhythmic, violent force. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their flesh colliding echoed through the empty, cavernous workshop.
Asami lost her mind. She forgot about her company, she forgot about her reputation, and most importantly, she completely forgot about Korra. She was just a slut for the blond lightning bender, crying out, sobbing, and tossing her head side to side as he ruthlessly rearranged her insides.
Lemon Scene Pause
Outside the workshop, the cool night air of Republic City did nothing to calm Korra’s racing heart.
She had caught an early airship back from the Southern Water Tribe, wanting to surprise Asami. She had gone to their apartment first, finding it empty. Knowing how much of a workaholic her girlfriend was, Korra had walked over to the Future Industries compound.
As she approached the side entrance of the main workshop, she noticed the lights were dimmed, but the heavy machinery hummed at a low idle. She had a key, but as she reached for the handle, she realized the door was slightly unlatched.
That's strange, Korra thought, a sudden spike of protective instinct flaring up. Asami would never leave the security doors unlocked.
She pushed the door open silently, stepping into the dark outer corridor. She adjusted her blue Water Tribe coat, readying herself to confront an intruder. But as she drew closer to the main floor, she heard sounds.
It wasn't the sound of thieves or metal clanging. It was a sound that made Korra’s blood freeze solid in her veins.
It was a woman’s voice. High-pitched, desperate, sobbing out in total surrender.
"...Ah! Yes! Right there! Fuck me, Naruto, harder! Split me open!"
Korra stopped dead in her tracks. The voice belonged to Asami. There was no mistaking it. The sophisticated, elegant heiress was screaming like a wild animal. And the name she called out... Naruto. The new lightning bender Asami had been raving about for the past three weeks.
Rage, hotter than any fire she had ever bent, erupted in Korra's chest. Her fists clenched, bright orange flames licking at her knuckles. Her heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. She’s cheating on me. After everything we've been through, she's throwing it away for some factory worker.
Korra marched forward, her boots silent on the concrete, determined to rip the blond bastard limb from limb and tear the workshop apart. She reached the edge of the large metal partition separating the loading dock from the main assembly area. She threw herself around the corner, her mouth opening to scream, to unleash the Avatar state in a torrent of fury.
But the words died completely in her throat.
The sight that met her eyes struck her like a physical blow, paralyzing her instantly.
Lemon Scene Resume
The workshop was illuminated only by the flickering blue arc-lights of an automated charging station and the literal sparks flying from the workbench. Asami was laid out flat on her back across the heavy table, her black hair splayed out wildly like a dark halo. Her red blouse was torn open, exposing her pale, perfect breasts, the nipples dark and swollen.
And over her stood Naruto. He looked like a demon of pure lust. His thighs were thick and powerful, driving forward with a relentless, jackhammer pace. Every time his hips slammed against Asami’s, a visible ring of blue static electricity rippled outwards, making Asami’s entire body violently quiver and twitch in pleasure.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum again! Your cock is too hot! Naruto, please!" Asami shrieked, her legs locked tightly around his waist, her toes curling into the air. Her face was completely flushed, covered in sweat and tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She looked entirely debased, reduced to a panting, moaning sex slave beneath the blond bender.
Korra’s mind went entirely blank.
The blinding rage that had consumed her just seconds ago suddenly twisted, morphing into a heavy, intoxicating weight that dropped straight into her pelvis. She had never seen Asami like this. When she and Asami had sex, it was always gentle, respectful, and soft. It was a slow, loving affair.
This... this was a violent, primal conquering. Naruto was holding Asami’s wrists pinned to the table with one hand, while his other hand ruthlessly kneaded and bruised her breast. He was fucking her in the hottest, most degrading ways imaginable, and Asami was loving every single second of it, begging for more, moaning like an absolute slut.
Korra felt her knees grow weak. Her mouth hung open, a thick rope of saliva pooling under her tongue. A deep, heavy throb began between her own thighs, her Water Tribe trousers suddenly feeling unbearably tight and damp.
'I should kill him,' Korra's subconscious whispered weakly.
But her eyes couldn't leave the sight of Naruto's thick, muscular back flexing as he pulled almost all the way out, showing the slick, glistening length of his cock coated in Asami's juices, before slamming back in to the hilt. Asami let out a choked, broken yell, her hips bouncing off the table.
"Look at you," Naruto growled, his voice deep and dominant, sending a jolt of heat straight to Korra’s core. "Fucking screaming for another man while your little Avatar girlfriend is away. You're just a dirty little slut, aren't you, Asami?"
"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut! I'm your slut! Just keep fucking me! Don't stop!" Asami wailed, her head tossing back as her climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her internal muscles clamped down on him so hard Naruto let out a sharp hiss, his pace accelerating into a blurring, furious finish.
Korra couldn't take it anymore. Trembling violently, her hand slid down the front of her trousers. She slipped her fingers past her underwear, finding herself completely soaking wet, dripping with a thick, needy heat. She began to rub her clit frantically, her eyes glued to the sight of her girlfriend getting absolutely destroyed by the blond worker.
'Ah... oh gods...' Korra thought, her mind completely melting. She was watching her girlfriend cheat on her, and she was masturbating to it. She felt dirty, broken, and incredibly, unprecedentedly horny. She watched Naruto lift Asami's legs all the way over her shoulders, folding her in half to drive even deeper into her gushing center.
"Ah! Ah! Naruto!" Asami screamed, her body locking up as she hit a massive, continuous orgasm.
Naruto let out a loud roar, his hips pinning her firmly against the table as he ejaculated deep inside her, his thick cock pulsing violently as he filled her womb with hot semen. A massive, blinding burst of blue lightning erupted from his body as he came, illuminating the entire workshop like broad daylight.
And in that sudden, brilliant flash of light, Naruto’s eyes snapped directly toward the metal partition.
The light faded, leaving the workshop in a dim, heavy twilight, save for the sound of ragged, heavy breathing.
Korra gasped, freezing in place, her fingers still buried inside her wet trousers.
Naruto slowly leaned back, pulling his cock out of Asami with a loud, wet pop. A mixture of cream and clear juices immediately leaked out of Asami's completely stretched, reddened opening, dripping down onto the wooden table. Asami lay there, panting heavily, eyes glassy and unfocused, completely spent.
But Naruto wasn't looking at Asami. He pulled his trousers up, not bothering to button them, and stared directly at the dark corner where Korra stood.
"Well, well," Naruto said, his voice entirely calm, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like we had an audience."
Asami blinked, the fog of pleasure slowly lifting from her brain. "What...?" She weakly turned her head toward the partition.
Realizing she had been spotted, Korra slowly stepped out from behind the metal wall. Her hand slowly slipped out of her pants, her face burning a deep, crimson red. She looked completely disheveled, her hair messy, her breathing just as ragged as theirs, and the front of her trousers visibly damp.
"K-Korra..." Asami gasped, a sudden wave of sheer terror washing over her. She tried to sit up, frantically pulling her torn blouse over her exposed breasts, her legs trembling so hard she could barely move them. "Korra, I... I'm so sorry, I can explain, it’s not...."
As Asami spoke those words, she realized how hollow they felt. What could she possibly say to justify her infidelity? An uncomfortable, oppressive silence settled over the workshop, creating a tension so palpable it seemed almost tangible.
Korra stood there, looking between the pool of semen dripping off the table, Asami’s ruined appearance, and Naruto, who was casually leaning against the workbench, looking entirely unbothered by the fact that he had just fucked the Avatar's girlfriend.
"You..." Korra started, her voice shaking. But she couldn't summon the anger. The image of Asami screaming in pleasure was burned into her retinas, and her own body was still screaming for release. "You were... you were fucking her.... breaking her."
Asami froze, expecting a torrent of elements to crush the building. Instead, Korra sounded... breathless. Vulnerable.
Naruto chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "She needed to be broken, Avatar. You've been treating her like a porcelain doll. A woman like Asami... she needs a man who can handle her electricity. Someone who can push her to the limit."
"Naruto, stop," Asami whispered, though her face flushed deep red at his words. She looked at Korra, noticing for the first time the damp patch on Korra's pants and the flushed, dazed look in the Avatar's eyes. Asami’s sharp mind, even reeled by pleasure, quickly pieced it together.
"Korra..." Asami said softly, her voice losing its fear and turning into something experimental, tentative. "How long were you standing there?"
"Long enough to see you beg him to keep going," Korra muttered, her eyes dropping down to Naruto's crotch, where his thick cock was already starting to stir again, reacting to the intense, taboo energy in the room.
Naruto noticed her gaze and smirked wider. He walked forward, entirely devoid of fear, stopping just inches from Korra. He was taller than her, broader, and smelled entirely of the sex he had just had with her girlfriend.
"You were watching, weren't you?" Naruto murmured, lifting a hand to gently cup Korra’s jaw. Korra flinched, but she didn't pull away. Her blue eyes locked onto his. "You were touching yourself to your girl getting fucked by me."
"Shut up," Korra whispered, though her breath hitched as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip.
"I don't think I will," Naruto said softly. He turned back to look at Asami. "What do you think, Boss? We got caught. Are you gonna fire me, or are we gonna fix the Avatar's little problem?"
Asami looked at Korra. She saw the longing, the hidden desires, and the raw arousal radiating off her girlfriend. The guilt she had felt just moments ago suddenly transformed into an wicked, thrilling idea. She had always loved Korra, but she also craved the primal satisfaction Naruto gave her. Why choose?
Asami slowly slid off the workbench, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. Her legs were shaky, but she walked over, wrapping her arms around Naruto's waist from behind, pressing her bare breasts against his back while looking at Korra with a sultry, dark gaze.
"Korra..." Asami murmured, her voice dripping with seduction. "You've been so stressed lately. Always carrying the weight of the world. Why don't you let someone else take control for tonight? Naruto is strong enough to handle both of us. Let's do this... together."
Korra’s heart hammered against her ribs. A threesome. With her girlfriend and the man who had just wrecked her. It went against everything she had ever been taught.
But as Naruto reached out, his hand sliding down Korra's collarbone, boldly gripping her breast through her thick tunic and squeezing tightly, all her reservations shattered.
"Yeah," Korra breathed, a dirty, hungry smile finally breaking across her face as she reached up to undo the clasps of her own coat. "Show me what you've got, lightning boy."
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this week's edition of the Weekly Dose of Lemon. From the polls, it seems that Asami and Korra are the favorites, so if you'd like, I can create another chapter (continuation of this story) that centers more on Korra. Take care, and see you later!