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The following is an Avatar: Legend of Korra fanfiction, featuring Korra and Asami in a world where Korra is giant. Content includes initially unaware; feet; ass; breasts; watersports; destruction; nudity/sex/masturbation; gentle/romantic.]
The image of a flat, open field remained still and unchanging on the screen, yet there was a buzz of anticipation apparent in the comms of scientists and soldiers. The final preparations were confirmed: energy levels were green, dimension readings were stable, and all personnel were in position to begin. An army was on standby at various gates; rows of scientists were pressed to their monitors. They expected to tap into an interdimensional source of power – they intended to summon the Avatar, a myth of means to master the elements and harness control over chi energy. It was their last hope to have a fighting chance against the Eidolon threat to the world, and it started with a suspenseful countdown.
“Ten… Nine… Eight…” Asami chuckled as she counted along, rocking back in her chair as she watched the origins of her and Korra’s current conundrum. She had commandeered a media room from the military base and given full access to the records they had on the Avatar, including an entire compilation of all known video footage of her. Her task was to review the film for tactical purposes, so that future fights against the other Eidolons of the world could be won more effectively, but she had her own reasons for replaying events. Asami shivered and sat forward as the final numbers were counted: “Three… Two… One…?”
That empty field of grass then sparked with a pulse of energy, becoming a pool of light – a portal between dimensions. Asami realized that in these very moments, she and Korra must have been approaching the Spirit Portal on their side of the universe, unaware then they would be taken to a brand new world of problems that called for the Avatar’s heroic intervention. Of course, so too was the military unprepared for a giant to be spawned among them, the form that blossomed from the light, revealed to be Korra collapsed on the ground as the brightness faded.
Even Asami felt her heart stop briefly, just as the scientists became bewildered over what their engineering had produced. She immersed herself in their positions, sympathizing with their worry and wonder, frantic yet hesitant to act. The chain of command was shaken by doubters that thought they had summoned an Eidolon that would immediately mount an attack on their base; there were suggestions to unleash a barrage of attacks then and there, conflicting with orders to stay at their stations. After an incline of tension, there was a suspenseful quiet – until the giant woman began to fidget and rise, spurring chaos on the comms all over again. Asami tried to listen in on the commentary, but with so many voices speaking at once, all she could infer was exactly what she felt simply by watching: amazement.
With a few taps on the keyboard, Asami hopped between points of views and moments of time. She watched as the first convoys approached Korra for engagement, only for the Avatar to overlook them completely and step right over them. She shared their fear as all went dark under shadow, the dirt-bringing sole up above catapulting past and slamming down behind their formation. She nearly jumped from her seat when she saw that very same landfall of a footstep from a closer perspective, one which saw a soldier blown back by the impact alongside several others. Asami leered close to the screen when that same soldier crawled up to the crater, curious of the footprint’s depth before turning-head back at the giant lumbering away. Other shots revealed the destruction left in Korra’s wake, the rows of flattened vehicles and barricades as she simply wandered around the army base, yet to realize what she was doing.
“Korra… L-Look down…” Asami whispered to herself, quivering with glee as she let a scene of Korra’s feet play out. She recognized Korra’s gait so well, even from the lower angle, and knew how she could get caught-up looking up and around rather than what was right in front of her; so much demolition could have been avoided if she had simply looked down sooner and noticed the tiny people responding to her presence. Yet as frightening as a concept that was, Asami rocked in her seat, nearly wishing Korra would never recognize the civilization beneath her – a nail-biting dream of letting the Avatar go on obliviously. “Do those feet feel anything they step on…? Or is everything… too small…?”
While sorting through perspectives, Korra’s face suddenly overtook the screen, the first full image of her visage that had been captured on film. Asami gasped, surprised to see her partner’s expression so up-close – and looming, her big eyes beaming into the viewer. It was a replay from a helicopter pilot’s point of view, one that had been grabbed out of the sky. The aircraft was effortlessly turned and manipulated by the huge fingers, and so too was the camera dizzyingly rotated, flipping that image of Korra’s curiosity upside-down until it was rolled right-side-up again. Asami held her chest as if she had also been rolled around, bound by the belts of her seat while a giant turned and looked her over like some mere trinket. She imagined the frustration of those pilots to have become so powerless, and how that anger sank into fear when they began to plummet to the ground, dropped out of Korra’s grasp.
Asami shook in her chair, having not remembered such an event happening; she fully expected the helicopter to crash with the pilots inside, but she was almost as relieved as they were when they were saved – netted mid-air by a pinch of toes, rescued by the very titan that endangered them. While gazing up the length of Korra’s leg, Asami went warm with redness, struck especially by Korra’s distant innocence as she learned the truth of her supersized situation. It was a pure expression that lured Asami’s concern, a moment she had missed at the time, but was grateful she could experience and also pause upon to cherish.
“This is addicting~” Asami sighed, brushing the sweat from her temples as she settled back into her seat, deciding which point of view to jump to next. She returned to an overview of all the collected footage, seeing ahead of the timeline where Korra’s first bout with the Eidolon unfolded – a dramatic battle that was only just the beginning of a greater conflict. The fight was certainly intense, but Asami shuddered to see her beloved be beaten again, no less in an encounter that she had already witnessed for herself. It was the exact footage she was supposed to be analyzing, yet she merely skimmed through the scenes. “I’ll just skip ahead for now,” Asami convinced herself, “and come back to this later…”
Passing over some particularly painful bits of footage, Asami stopped forwarding ahead when she discovered unfamiliar scenes and settings. Her interest was immediately piqued by images of Korra undressing at the hangar – content that made Asami twinge so hard she nearly toppled backwards from the computer. Plenty of perspectives appeared allured by the moment, many turned towards the giant as she stepped out of her pants and rolled her shirt over her head, setting aside her clothes in a bundle the size of a hill. Of course, Korra had little shame to be stripping near-nude in front of soldiers, especially ones so small; she tried to strike up conversation, but the lack of any response – and the inability to understand one another – made for a stale, emotionless scene. There was a powerful thwump when Korra then took her seat against the hangar wall, situated where engineers and doctors could begin post-battle operations on her wounds. While a crew of professionals assembled around her legs and up her torso to start the unorthodox procedure, Korra kept a casual air to herself, bored enough that she idly picked debris from between her toes and removed scrap metal that had been pasted to her heel. Asami understood then that during this time, she had been away debriefing with the general – missing out, apparently, on some of Korra’s awkward charm.
“They don’t all have to be looking…” Asami complained, but had to admit her gratitude that such footage existed at all. “How long was I away? An hour or so… Then, what else was she up to…?” Her blood pumped with the thought of uncovering unseen moments of Korra’s hugeness at play, eager to review recordings of when the two were apart. She clicked through various angles, putting together a timeline of Korra’s recovery, from when she left the battlefield and rested at the hangar.
In that span of time, Asami found unique moments of Korra’s struggle to adapt to her new scale. It did not take long for Korra to bring up food at the hangar, having worked up a hunger since traveling across dimensions; unable to simply speak aloud her needs, she had to gesture her meaning, miming the act of eating out of a bowl, swallowing, and rubbing her belly – gestures that some seemingly misinterpreted, perhaps assuming Korra intended to eat them. That was Asami’s own guess, at least, which ran a shiver down her spine.
Naturally, the base was not adequately equipped to nourish a giant on short notice. To quickly replenish her fluids after the fight, a long hose meant for fire emergencies was drawn out to Korra’s seat and hoisted to her mouth, allowing her to drink freely – a few sips at a time. Eventually, the army provided Korra with some semblance of food, forklifting in a tall supply cache of dried meal bars. The whole load disappeared between a lunge of fingertips, plucked away and crumbled into Korra’s open mouth – a pitiful tongueful that left the wounded warrior wanting after it dissolved in her cheeks. Asami cooed for her, “Poor thing…”
Another mundane matter of life was also upon Korra as a need to be met – the call of nature. It was not so easily gestured, and Asami was unsure exactly how an understanding was made, but with Korra needing to go, a solution was eventually found. Guards in jeeps routed the Avatar away from the hangar and towards a creek in the valley, the most inconspicuous spot they could offer for a giant’s relief. Far from being a private location, the soldiers also insisted they stay nearby to be on watch, a decision Korra had no patience to argue with. Asami whined and covered her face as she watched her beloved plant her feet, pull down her underwear, squat, and rest her chin into her hands – there was no adequately preparing for the torrent that was unleashed from between her legs, a beam of fluid that cracked into the stony ground of the creek, flooding its depths with a steamy pale-yellow color.
Yet as foul as the scene was, Asami watched every second, peeking between her fingers through most of it. Torn between laughing and crying, she fidgeted in her chair, lifting her knees into the seat while the video continued. If one point of view ever looked away from the waterfall, there was surely another soldier’s to swap to, and no matter how much Asami cringed, her fascination always pulled her to change that perspective when needed. Incomprehensible feelings swirled within her stomach as she kept watching, wondering just as much what the effects of such an act meant – and what it would mean in the future, if Korra was to be kept around for however long.
Though tempted to replay the scene from the start, once the urinating ended, Asami allowed the footage to continue with Korra rising to full height and offering a half-hearted salute as thanks to the soldiers. Some of the units had a sense of humor between themselves; others were more grim or even disgusted, but performed their duty all the same. Not long after bringing the Avatar to the hangar were they then preparing for the arrival of Asami and the general, which was when Asami had the chance to explain some of the situation to her beloved. Having lived out those moments, Asami impatiently skipped ahead, scrolling through the list of videos and media – and eventually discovering files of candid photos and film, having been compiled from civilian devices.
“This must be from when we were headed to the bridge,” Asasmi mumbled to herself, recalling the early morning hour seen in the thumbnails. She clicked through pictures to look at in greater detail, but very few had the clarity of the military’s images – the fuzzy-fogginess of these pictures, however, captured a unique charm of their own, reflecting the uncertainty and surprise of civilians first seeing Korra for themselves. Where Asami pondered what people initially thought of a giant woman marching through their neighborhood, she then had her answer. She shuddered in her chair, “She looks… scary like this…”
The road to the city had been uneventful, but the series of pictures Asami reviewed depicted a tense atmosphere. Many angles were far and distant, taken from civilians that had posted themselves far away from the action, and therefore made Korra appear as a distant monolith, eclipsed by rooftops and treelines, never facing the camera directly. A selection of other pictures, however, were closer to the giant but just as obscured; no image captured Korra in her entirety, many had only up to her knees in frame, and some were too shaken to even make sense of anything except a huge foot occupying multiple lanes of a highway. Asami had special adoration for these pictures, putting herself in each perspective – immersed in the spectacle that was a titanic person passing by. She could sense the shockwaves through the photos, smell the dust kicked up by Korra’s footsteps, and hear the rumble of her traveling.
But photos were only so graphic for what they were, paling in comparison to the details of videos. One such video came up between pictures, a recording taken from a crowded store front, where people were packed up to the windows. Amidst the commotion, there was a notable booming from outside, louder than the growl of military vehicles driving past. Voices cracked louder into awe as a shadow was cast over the building, followed then by a powerful vibration that shook merchandise off shelves. Through the window, glimpses of Korra’s foot could be shakily seen, dropping suddenly into view, firmly into the blacktop, before leaping away just as quickly, continuing that booming pattern distantly. Whoever recorded the moment struggled to get to the front of the crowd, but by the time they were through, the Avatar was already far down the road, seen rolling her shoulders and stretching her neck in anticipation. The video ended looking into the crater that was left behind – a footprint of intimidating size placed outside the store, a silhouette that was precise from the toes to the heel.
Asami was still and silent as she watched from beginning to end. Afterwards, she breathed, “Wow,” and clicked onward into the next video.
It was taken farther down the road, closer to the bridge; fortunately, the recording provided a superior view of Korra, shot from a higher floor of a building. Word must have reached the people by then of Korra’s approach as conversation could be overhead from figures off-screen, commenting on her coming closer. Once Korra was visible, the frame zoomed in, focusing on her upper body and face, features still high and above the buildings beside her. Her expression was stern and forward– until it softened, having glanced and noticed the very people recording her, to which she offered them a wave and smile as she got near. Like a true hero, Korra casually assured civilians that she was fighting for their behalf, a shine of personality that brought Asami to coo aloud. “What a sweetheart she is~”
The recording continued, however, even after Korra went past; the zoom of the camera was then pointed elsewhere, directly down to the Avatar’s shorts-clad ass, her hips rocking idly with every stride. Asami was agasp, offended that a stranger would so boldly film her girlfriend’s posterior – yet, awkwardly, she was bitingly thankful that the opportunity was not missed. As much as the person recording did, Asami too stared at the buff bottom, wider than the rooftops she walked around.
Several more videos were similarly shot with either frantic, up-close confusion, or with distant emphasis on the Avatar’s scale. Some clips overlapped with others, playing out the same situations from different points of view, creating a connected storyline of Korra’s path to the city. A particular moment that was recorded from various perspectives was when Korra’s foot tangled into power lines en route, a misstep that saw her staggering, then hobbling in an attempt to loosen free – an attempt meant to reduce damage, but which generated rumbling waves and saw a traffic sign dented by a bump from her heel. Asami giggled as she changed angles, some pointed from afar and highlighting the Avatar’s overall awkwardness, while others came from just below her, nearly underfoot, shakily gawking at the swaying, shimmying titan as she tried to maneuver her foot in just the right way.
No one understood Korra’s muttered apologies, but Asami adored her beloved’s gentle, clumsy tone, how it sharply contrasted her incredible size and strength. She was made embarrassed, however, when Korra kept talking – a middling conversation Asami had forgotten about after the day’s events – “Gh, sorry there… All this pavement is making my feet so itchy…” She spoke aloud, accustomed to being ignored by everyone but Asami; Asami had snapped some reply for her to hurry forward, but the civilian footage only heard one side. “I’m keeping up!” she argued playfully, calm-headed going into the fight ahead. “I walk as fast as all these little jeeps, anyway. Not like you’re getting away from me~” Asami bit her lip, burned up by such careless phrasing, able to appreciate the dialogue now that conflict was over – but that allowed her to be even more humiliated by her girlfriend’s comments as the march continued. “Seriously, can I stop to scratch this itch? The corners of these roofs would get it perfectly…”
Asami shook her head, “No!” She repeated herself exactly as she had said through the comms at the time, flustered to imagine Korra using an entire building’s edge just to scratch an itch under her sole. Only after Korra laughed did she understand she was joking, but the imagery was vivid in her mind. Again, Asami was grateful that no one else could understand Korra’s musings, whose voice could be heard from blocks away by some span of the population.
That peaceful playfulness was gone after a gap in the compilation’s timeline. The next videos of note were not so steady and observational, as many of the perspectives were thrust into the chaos of an Eidolon attack and a collapsing bridge. Footage was scratchy and glitchy, due to the Eidolon’s earlier electrical attack through the river that disabled most electronics. What cameras were able to stay active were immediately recording the middle of a hectic scenario, flashing back and forth between the giant monster in the distance and where the bridge fractured and warped. The peril put a pang in Asami’s otherwise amused status, brought back to the conflict and the innocents involved.
Such drama inevitably led to Korra’s arrival – her big debut. Initial angles of the Avatar were expressively astonished, with fingers pointing out at her, fearing the appearance of a second Eidolon. Asami could feel the distrust and uneasiness that surely afflicted everyone on the bridge, no doubt afraid they were in the worst possible circumstance. But as Korra waded through the river and her image grew larger, there was a notable shift in the crowds, as if they felt a sensitive energy resonating from her approach. Eventually near enough that no frame could fit her, Korra then demonstrated her intent, positioning herself beside the bridge’s length so that she could support it with her own two hands. The steadiness was sudden, tripping some points of view, but those that stood were in awe of Korra’s power, pointing their cameras at her flexed biceps, her wall of abs, her heroic visage – or, in so many cases, at her breasts, bobbing with every effort, pressing into one another behind the athletic top’s tightness. Once more was Asami conflicted that, even under dire pressure, so many civilians would take time to record giant boobs – she admitted, though, how she might have shamefully done the same in their place, as afterall, she replayed the scene for herself more than once.
A glance to the screen’s sidebar revealed how close Asami was to reaching the end of the footage. It was from that point after the bridge that there was less publicity around Korra that could film her, as even security cameras had been downed by the Eidolon’s attacks. Asami was hardly heartbroken, not as thrilled to review recordings of a battle she already lived through. Military cameras watched Korra from afar as she engaged with the Eidolon, but the views were always all the same, offering little of interest to Asami.
But between some of those videos were completely different perspectives – more civilian points of view, nearer to the action than the infantry. Their existence was curious in itself, explained as stragglers of the evacuation process, still in the city’s center while the battle between giants took place. They were often half-hidden angles, those recording hiding behind vehicles or walls, nervously filming what could have been their final moments; thanks to their bravery, Asami popped up with intrigue, closely watching a scene of Korra priming for a fight.
The first perspective was fast and skittish, taken by a stray civilian from an alley. It began pointed down at their feet, perhaps never meant to be recording in the first place, as they ran seeking shelter from the warzone. All around them were the sounds of metal crunching and pavement cracking, culminating into a sudden boom– right outside the alley’s exit, a monstrous claw of a foot roared down, pressing into the street for a single, heavy step, before peeling away, revealing the flattened slabs that were previously abandoned cars. It was the Eidolon, whose tail dragged behind her as she swatted aside jetsprings. The person’s voice quaked, “O-Oh no… Oh no… Ohh–”
Asami, however, was grinning wide – the camera turned up quickly, catching the spectacle overhead, the flight of Korra’s spear-like kick crossing through the main street. On impact with the Eidolon, a shockwave rattled the camera phone; the man’s scream was heard as he panicked away, dropping his device behind him, its cracked lens left filming a sideways shot of Korra’s foot shifting for battle.
“Aw, c’mon…” Asami complained, biting her lips impatiently. She was charged with fascination, thus disappointed when the stray video lacked much substance – other than that exciting entrance. “There has to be more from the parade… What about this one?”
The next video she opened was not what she expected, formatted differently than all the others. The image was clearer and crisper, filmed with a professional camera, and the footage began not with a giant in frame, but an unknown woman’s face, speaking into the camera directly. Asami unwillingly learned that the flashy-styled character was some sort of daredevil, challenging herself to evade evacuation and instead survive the storm of giants, complete with a front-row seat of the action. She introduced herself, then explained her whereabouts as ascending a stairwell up one of the buildings, up to where an audience would have watched the parade from a rooftop. The commotion of conflict outside rattled the interior, and incited the daredevil to hurry upwards, attaching her camera to a chest-strap while racing out the roof access.
Nearby was the clash itself between the parade floats – the Eidolon and Avatar, hissing and grunting. The daredevil was in awe as she remarked on the situation, going to the very edge of the building so that she could get the cleanest picture of the giant wrestling women; Asami leaned towards the monitor, captivated by the moment Korra took the Eidolon’s tail and dragged her back. The daredevil hollered enthusiastically – at least she was on Korra’s side – but her cheering jerked to a stop when the whole structure shuddered hard, grabbed by the Eidolon’s hand while resisting Korra’s pull. Parts of the wall below blew into dust and debris as the monster was ripped away and repositioned, taken into Korra’s grapple and then lifted off the street. The Eidolon was flipped overhead, and the daredevil jumped excitedly for what she had memorialized in film – “Yes! Yes!” she chanted, hyping the moment that Korra would throw her opponent to the ground.
But that very crash had consequences the daredevil did not foresee; the subsequent fissuring of the land from such an intense drop swept under that row of buildings, their foundations having already waned under the pressure of two titans. The daredevil was staggered again, but did not recover like before – she slid down the rooftop’s drastic tilt, gasping as she could only slow her descent, bound for the edge and where the building would inevitably collapse. “No! No!” she was then spitting, caught in a rush of motion tumbling to danger.
Asami grimaced, finger at the ready to click away from the horrible outcome – but of course, Korra was the hero, and she was swiftly involved, putting herself before the building. Her backside faced the direction of the collapse, a giant shield that would endure the destruction; Asami recognized the position, remembering Korra was acting on her behalf, preventing that building from crashing over her and her broken springjet down in the median. It was an entirely new realization that she was not the only being saved in that moment, and seemingly neither did Korra know, that the daredevil filming her had been rescued as well – in not so glamorous or heroic of a fashion.
The footage bounced and rolled appropriately as the daredevil spun off the ledge and briefly into the open air, before then pounding into Korra’s back, just beneath her shoulder blades. She was able to grab onto the elastic of Korra’s athletic top, holding herself there while the debris of the building cascaded first down the rest of her back; only for so long, though, as she then slipped and fell, sliding down the Avatar’s spine like a theme park ride. Her voice roared with adrenaline as she rushed alongside trickles of ruins, passing through a cloud of dust before passing Korra’s waistline and dropping harshly into a heap of wreckage, where the destroyed walls and floors all pooled behind the giant.
The daredevil crawled and turned, facing upwards – beholding the city’s savior from the lowly angle of right under her butt, which was tightly tense as the center of Korra’s gravity. It was what the daredevil effectively cheered for when she sprung up into a whistle, encouraging the Avatar onwards while stumbling out of the debris. Having lived through more than she bargained for, the daredevil had enough sense to get distant from the scene, removing herself before the battle could begin again.
Asami was wowed by the adventure she had seen played out. “Korra must not have even noticed,” she chimed to herself, itching with ideas of what else her beloved was oblivious about. “Everyone is so tiny compared to her… I wonder who else was caught in the crossfire…” A fun thought, until the reality of harmed people dampened her mood. Only then did any guilt rise up in her stomach, reflecting on her obsession – reviewing the compilation of footage for her own entertainment, reliving chaos and uncertainty just so she could get her kicks. The hand between her leg, having snuck there without herself realizing, fell to her side in a more serious mood.
Further down the timeline of events, there were fewer selections to pick from, the bottom of the list in sight. What remained were faraway views of the Avatar mid-fight with the Eidolon, all filmed from military cameras as they were en route to the power plant. Asami clicked through the first few seconds of each video, but would not watch any fully, having remembered the climax well – having been so involved herself in the Eidolon’s defeat. Rather than rewatch clips of Korra being electrified or thrown around, Asami sighed and scrolled right to the end, ready to wrap up and go back to enjoy her girlfriend’s hugeness in person.
“...Mmm? Wait– There’s another file…” Just as Asami wheeled back in her chair, she discovered one last collection of videos, not-so-subtly tucked into their own digital folder. It was unnamed, yet strikingly out of place; Asami checked behind her shoulder before opening the file, revealing the media inside. It was a small group of videos, all capturing the same span of time from various angles – security footage from the dam, having recorded the place made into Korra’s bath. “R-Really? Did they actually film… u-us…? T-Together…? When we… were…”
Hesitantly, Asami moved the cursor to the timeline of a video, skipping ahead to the middle – “Noo!” she gasped, flashed and blinded by the image on screen: her and Korra in the reservoir, found in the thralls of romance. Naked and intimate with one another, Asami recognized the scene in a heartbeat, panting with concern while hiding her gaze from the monitor. “Th-Those… perverts! They kept this?! Is there no such thing as privacy in this world?!”
Asami bemoaned, but bitterly, she had expected that sort of underhanded surveillance from the military. After all, she had been aware of the cameras watching them all around the dam – she knew they were being watched, but to have that footage saved and, furthermore, secured in its own file, was more violating by magnitudes. She bit her nail and scratched her hair; the fury in her wanted to raise a storm against the general, but her pride was afraid to bring any more attention to the matter.
More ultimate than those feelings, however, was her boundless intrigue. While debating how to respond, her hand gradually peeled off the screen, revealing that frozen moment – a mid-kiss shot of herself climbed onto Korra’s jaw, her head pressed into puckered lips. Asami cringed to see themselves in such a manner, yet she also felt warm remembering the experience, how one of Korra’s supersized kisses sent her mind spiraling. She may have been morally conflicted, but she could not deny her fascination with what the recordings entailed, her finger waiting on the mouse as if the next click was inevitable.
Asami swallowed her mixed regards and convinced herself to review the videos – since they were already saved, she justified, she might as well see for herself what the military had gone ahead and helped themselves to. She took a deep breath, then rewound the footage to the beginning, with surveillance of an empty, uneventful dam.
Then, quakes began. The camera footage shook in the corner it was posted in; the water rippled and splashed against the sides; a shadow spread across the surface, the vague silhouette of a giant lifting her leg up and over the ledge. Asami squirmed in anticipation, relishing a scene she was not around to witness – the dramatic entrance of Korra entering the reservoir. From the one camera’s point of view, there was suddenly a wave rolling by, high enough to just barely surpass the dam’s limits and spill over. A profile of a person then waded into frame, a rear-side angle of a muscular back dominating the picture, arms crossed in front as she surveyed the pool meant to be her bath. A glimpse of Korra’s delight was visible when she turned her head fully to one side, clearly enamored with what the military had provided for her – not yet aware she was being filmed from multiple points, nor in the mindset to care, as she wanted nothing more than to wash away the stress of a hard-fought battle.
And so, Korra dropped her weight into the reservoir, giggling as she sank into a seat. The rush of her motion meant more waves cast out of her control; Korra shivered when that triggered an alarm, sounding-off that overflow valves were being opened to compensate for her inclusion. The Avatar awkwardly stilled herself where she was until the ringing ceased; from then, she slowly and carefully let herself relax, reclining against one side of the dam, her arms stretched wide apart in the very pose Asami would soon be walking up to. A smile tickled onto Korra’s expression as she situated herself, happy to then use a gesture of waterbending to wash herself of grime and mend some of her injuries. In the present, Asami swapped to different cameras, settling on a forward-facing view of Korra as she sighed and untensed, given all the time she wanted to appreciate her beloved’s bare assets.
It was not long into the video after Korra started a conversation with Asami that the mood turned distinctly amorous. Asami was familiar with these recent happenings, yet from the perspective of a security camera, it was as if she were watching a completely different world. Even though she knew the upcoming events, she was immersed enough to be put into suspense when Korra rose over the dam’s edge, her grin curved smugly and her eyes narrowed with desire.
“I’ve been wanting to do something like this ever since we got here~” Korra chuckled, her husky voice harder to hear as gallons of water poured off her shoulders and chest, enough to make a mist that sprinkled around an awestruck Asami. By standing taller in the bath, Korra had hefted her breasts into the air, each globe packed into a palm that kept their mass contained. From below, Asami stared straight upward, into the underside of Korra’s boobs – hoisted directly overhead, dripping with dam water. Korra’s smirk peeked forward, eyeing Asami’s dazzled reaction before her fingers released all at once– fwomph! “Look out~” Korra laughed too late as her breasts slapped down onto the edge, completely consuming the space Asami had been standing. The flesh blanketed over her in a wave – not quite hard, not quite soft – and laid her flat on her back, stuck into the cleavage and enclosed on all sides. As far as the cameras could see, Asami had disappeared, but she vividly recalled the suffocating plushness at the time; every push against the fat was in vain, only able to widen the little space she had, a crevice that quickly became humid and hot. She was totally pinned down by her beloved, with no more effort than what was required of Korra to rest her boobs.
“Well? How was that?” Korra teasingly asked, shimmying her chest to stir a few more squirms from Asami – an effort to keep track of where the little woman was beneath her bust. After some seconds of waiting, Korra began to wonder, “...Are you okay? I-I didn’t go overboard, did I…? Asami…?”
Her concern was answered when she felt a slim slithering in her cleavage. Korra bit her lip, detecting Asami’s attempts of climbing up between her breasts, tickled by the tiny pinches of her skin that were Asami making footholds and grasps. Reassured that she was safe, Korra grinned again and added another shake to her chest; she then parted her cleavage to make a more generous opening, from which she revealed Asami mid-climb, her head flinging free to catch a fresh breath of air. Popping out like she had made Korra ring with amusement, “There you are~ Enjoying yourself?”
Asami grunted as she pulled one arm free, then the other, with which she could then leverage herself out from the bind Korra kept her in. She remained pooled in the middle, laid out lazily, rolling over onto her back – then rolling side to side, nuzzling into the bounties, tempted to sink back in again. Eventually, she sighed and settled flat on her back, a position she could then look up to Korra casually; rewatching the footage, Asami twinged with delight, made warm again when she thought of how charmingly intimidating Korra’s looming expression was.
She never did reply to Korra’s question, as it was apparent how pleased she was to be smothered. Inferring exactly that, Korra surprised Asami by pulling apart her breasts, widening the cleavage so that Asami instantly slipped back under and was sprung into swimming motions. Those pillowy walls then closed, claiming Asami between them and holding her in place while Korra leaned back into the water, taking her beloved to the center of the reservoir. She posed facing up-right along the opposite edge of the dam, angled so that her torso was a strip of island worthy for the tiny woman to stand on.
Once settled in that position, Korra unclasped her breasts, allowing Asami to be drained out in a spill of water that trickled down her abdomen. Asami slid messily towards the middle of her partner’s body, initially dizzy, but quickly coming around to enjoy her position. She marveled up and down Korra’s laid-out length, gradually pointing her attention to her specific spot – a firm span of muscle, solid and refined, but with an inviting degree of squishiness. The texture of muscle and skin compelled Asami’s hands to covet that ground beneath her, greedily pushing and pulling with both arms, enacting a miniature massage without meaning to. Similarly did her expression twist lecherously, drawn to the ab and nuzzled against with her cheek; Korra restrained her amusement, keeping a hand close to her stomach where her beloved purred and kissed, tempted to be tickled.
But Asami saw opportunity with her huge hand nearby, immediately enamored with how it curled over Korra’s side. It pulled her out of one trance and into another; she lifted off Korra’s abdomen and carefully stepped towards the hand, passing onto much softer flesh that was more willing to give under her bare feet – more likely, as well, to provoke Korra into a laugh. A giggle, in fact, made Asami stumble to her knees and fall over one of the fingertips, an effect that made the other digits twitch responsively, all ready to spring forth and help her. She found her own balance by leaning on Korra’s fingernail, though her touch explored more than just that flat surface; her hands eagerly circled around the rest of the finger, or as much of it as she could reach, fascinated by the latent strength – too heavy for her to lift, yet at any moment could Korra command her hand into a fist tight enough to crush an automobile. Somehow, that very thought prompted a whimper of delight from Asami, a noise she replicated again in the present while watching herself through the cameras.
Through the vein of that finger, Asami sensed hesitation. She looked to Korra’s face, rested on the ledge like the sun setting on the horizon behind her; though the Avatar kept calm with a smile, she yet shivered and blinked worriedly, an expression that Asami went warm over. “Is something the matter?” she asked, climbing partway over the forefinger, knelt so that her feet brushed into the middle finger. She rested her chest on top of the knuckle, lounging with a keen grin. “Nervous about something~?”
“N-No, except…” Korra winced, called out on her timidness – a weakness she rarely had to overcome outside the world of romance. “I guess I’m a little afraid you could get… hurt,” she admitted meekly, withdrawing all except the two closest fingers around Asami. “I can’t tell very well if I’m being soft or gentle – not when I’m this huge…”
Asami scoffed playfully as she stretched out farther, her legs laying claim over that second finger, not wanting that, too, to drift away. “It’s just your fingers,” she giggled, caressing the digit under her arms as if polishing a trophy. “I don’t feel in danger here at all~ Are you actually scared this could hurt me?”
“I’d rather not find out,” Korra swallowed, biting her lip whenever Asami made a motion between her fingers. “I don’t want to– you know… break you.”
Asami moaned, but disguised it as a choked laugh – Korra’s tone was kept perfectly memorized, still forward in Asami’s mind in the present. She cooled herself and looked up again, smiling more devilishly than before. “Your concern is so cute~” she cooed, casting embarrassment onto her partner, “but it’s misplaced, darling. I think I’ve proven today I can keep up with you, even when you’re skyscraper-sized. I always manage to handle you, somehow~”
But regardless of Korra’s awkward smile, it was clear she still needed convincing, and Asami was pleased to take over. “Go on – hold me,” she urged Korra, sitting upright between the fingers. “You’re not gonna hurt me, dear. Besides, I love the feeling of being picked up! I’ve gotten very used to it by now~”
Korra stuttered, but was obedient, tenderly taking Asami into a clutch of fingers. Just three tips was all she needed to pluck her from her abdomen and carry her through the air. She flinched when she heard a squeal from Asami – not a cry of pain, but a laugh at feeling so lightweight. Noticing her amusement, Korra brought her higher, shifting her posture so she could inspect Asami more closely. Effortlessly, she could angle Asami any way she pleased; though small to see, there was plenty to observe, details she never expected to cherish from her tiny beloved. She admired how Asami squirmed in her fingers, the wetness of the reservoir making it easy for her to slip and reposition, and thus that much easier to feel every inch of her body, small but ever still the delight to touch and coax. If Korra even began to slow down, Asami would initiate engagement again, hugging the width of a finger pad with pressing tightness, affirming her confidence and trust to be held. More and more was Korra willing to loosen her grasp and let Asami adapt, almost hypnotized by all of her little movements there within her hand.
With acrobatic talent, Asami climbed and wrapped around to the width of Korra’s pointer, balancing herself near the edge with her legs draped down on either side. It was a pleasant place to catch her breath, her crotch nuzzled especially against the platform-like finger while she scanned Korra’s expression like stars at night. Wind blew in her hair as she conducted a reeling gesture with her arm, telling her beloved to bring her closer; Korra sat forward slowly and did as asked, gently taking Asami near to her eyes – even her blinking was careful and calculated, soft and loving. Her worries faded into adoration, which swirled with just a touch of arousal, her legs shifting under the surface and stirring the waters much like the passion in her heart.
Asami could not be kept still for long, however, and once drawn close enough to Korra, she made a darling leap off the finger. She jumped onto Korra’s face, landing on and then sliding down the arc of her nose, a thrill that immediately sprung her into giggles while getting her grip. Korra gasped, but opened her eyes to see Asami almost-hidden in the middle of her vision; her hands hovered nearby, ready to grab her if she fell, but her partner proved capable on her own, climbing up her nose and peering back into stare. For a moment, Korra shuddered as if Asami was looming over her, expecting to feel the weight of her hands beside her head as though they were in bed together – a sensation Asami intentionally went for, a dynamic she desired despite their staggering size difference.
“My Avatar~” Asami swooned, a whisper that would have otherwise been blown into Korra’s ear to tickle her. Her tone was still as effective as ever, pulling a lazy grin from Korra, making her cheeks blush red with heat that was shared with Asami’s legs; she loved to hear her title used with such possession, that she belonged to Asami first before owing herself to divine duties. Asami pushed that mood forward with hands stroking towards the corner of Korra’s eyes, telling her, “You’re mine to explore… and there’s still so much I want to see~”
Glancing over her shoulder, Asami then turned around on the huge nose and shifted towards its tip. Overlooking that edge, she stared into Korra’s lips, monitoring her breaths – noticing how they had become hotter and heavier, perhaps from Korra having nothing else to look at except Asami’s ass pointed upwards on her face. From that edge of Korra’s nose, Asami lowered a leg, learning how far the mouth was, but not disappointed; “Open your mouth,” she commanded, “so I can look inside~”
An odd request, Korra thought, but not one she would disobey. Having gone quiet under Asami’s domination, she did as told, parting her lips to create just-barely an entrance from which a breath wisped. Asami giggled– “Wider!” she said, and so Korra opened her mouth into a rounder opening. “Come on~” Asami urged her, “all the way~” A groan of effort confirmed then that Korra was stretching herself as much as she could; Asami, too, felt the tension of her beloved’s muscles straining her lips, cheeks, and jaw to their limits. She rewarded Korra with a kiss on the tip of her nose, departing from that point to then venture around the rim of her mouth, always peering inside as she traveled to one corner, then all around to the bottom.
The view was better than Asami anticipated, full of vivid and rich details that she would clearly recall in the future. Though dim within, it was nonetheless the most intimate observation she had ever had of Korra’s mouth, in awe of the ridges of teeth and the tongue that seemed mostly asleep. Everything was coated in saliva, that emission Asami had developed a taste for throughout their relationship, an aroma she recognized from their closest, most treasured moments. She imagined that cavernous location being kissed by her, how grand that would surely look to someone her size, envisioning how her tongue would tangle with Korra’s. Yet farther within were depths she had never appreciated until now, the length of throat that became a pit of darkness once past the uvula, where distant and guttural noises welled up from, hints of another world entirely. Asami swallowed that feeling; she was barely braver in the present, afraid even then that herself in the footage could slip into that mouth, with the perspective to see that Korra, too, had been a bit wary.
“Good… This is what I wanted~” Asami sang to Korra as she sat just under her lower lip. She stretched low over the pink flesh, embracing as big of a pinch as she could, pulling the softness together into a plump she could kiss. “Here I was worried that we couldn’t even kiss like this – but we find a way~” She kissed the lip again, causing a tremor of a reaction – a quiver from Korra, a moan that would have been too quiet for anyone but a shrunken person to hear. Asami giggled, “Be careful, you~ or, do you want me to stumble inside…? Is that what you want – a taste…?”
Looking around Korra’s nose and up to her eyes, Asami was given an answer, if vaguely. Korra did not speak, but her expression of concern and hesitation told Asami what she hoped to hear – a perfect amount of timidness from her favorite hero. She dared to consider diving into her mouth, but that was a fantasy even she fretted from; instead, she came up with a compromise. “Bring me your tongue,” she told Korra. “Just the tip is all I need~ I’ll give you what you want – a taste, okay?”
Korra stammered with incomplete words, afraid to speak up and risk her beloved tumbling over, but ultimately listened to Asami’s direction. Her lips narrowed just slightly to allow her tongue to peek up – an effortless feat for her, but that confounded Asami as she watched that saliva-slick beast come to life. She gasped when the tip was presented to her, exactly as she asked for, suddenly aware of the innate danger that the tongue represented. No differently than rice stuck to Korra’s lip could she easily be licked away by it, a realization that finally made her sensitive enough to reconsider – but not persuasive enough, as she greeted the tongue’s tip with a shivering smile, eager to proceed.
Korra strained to see what was happening, and was thus surprised by the touch on her tongue and the flavor that followed. It was a warm squeeze, similar to her tongue being pinched and pulled outward, the sort of command Asami would give her when they were the same size. In place of that, Asami chose to straddle Korra’s tongue, mounting the ridge with a moan. Her seat was wet and squishy, uncomfortable at first, but soon was it contorting around her, bending to her thighs and crotch, its moisture then mixed with her emission. Asami then went stiff, but melted anew when Korra’s tongue flicked with life, lapping at her legs, slow initially but gradually getting stronger – thirstier for that fluid flavor. Korra’s taste had been ignited, and not enough of Asami’s wetness was satisfying; like suckling a candy, her lips naturally puckered and warped around Asami, her tongue curling more strategically to delight her partner and coax her into cumming.
“Ghha–! K-Korra! Nnn– Haah~” Asami gasped and stuttered, gripping the lips with both hands, her legs loosening to let the tongue take what it wanted. But Korra craved, and so she held Asami in place between two fingers, fitting the tips around her waist with delicate precision. Asami was flustered by the grasp, suddenly with less leverage and control, but it was all for the better as she was then safely sturdied, primed for the tongue below to take. As much as she prepared for it, Asami yet erupted into moans, cheerful and alive, when the wet tip soaked into her crotch, diligently prodding at her pussy, easier than ever to access. “Kkhh!! Ko-Korra~!! You–! Ahnhh~!” Her eyes rolled and her muscles slacked, happily accepting the way she was handled – a toy that had only to sit there while she was savored, the tongue free to drill all flavor from her lower body. She heard Korra’s massiveness rock in the water, posturing forward for more direct maneuvers, her hold on Asami rotating appropriately in a position she could then lick more easily from, her rhythm hurrying like their heartbeats.
From the point of view of the cameras recording them, it was difficult to make-out the details of their oral sex, try as Asami did to find a better angle. She bit her lip and leaned close to the monitor, studying whatever she could; her legs quivered, remembering the moment well enough that a playback was not so necessary. As unclear as the image was, she relived the experience, down to the second – nearly climaxing where she sat in the media room the moment herself in the recording came. She sighed and reclined, pulling the collar of her shirt to dismiss her heat, but without taking an eye off the screen. She watched Korra in particular, how she smiled so unabashedly during her orgasm, proud of herself as well as her beloved. The audio did not pick it up, but Asami gladly recalled the way Korra purred over her at that moment, lapping the last of her emissions and carefully withdrawing her legs from her mouth.
On the round of Korra’s palm, Asami gasped and huffed, twisting as though she were still being suckled on. It was a scene Korra was keen to watch from above, sensitive with how she held Asami but fascinated with how she acted. Her smile was the first thing Asami saw as her eyes opened and her vision cleared; she smiled back at her briefly before the tides of her climax had her drifting into ecstasy again. Korra chuckled as she returned to a reclined pose, resting her other arm along the reservoir’s wall. “Sorry– did I break you?”
“Hah… Shush, you~” Asami giggled hoarsely, gesturing dismissively at the sky Korra’s face had eclipsed. Sloppily, she flipped onto her front, pushed up to a crawl, and then to her knees. So overwhelmed with passionate love, she wished to collapse back into that bed of a hand and let the fingers blanket over her – yet she was also alive and alert after her orgasm, elated with a new wind of energy. Asami wanted the thrills to continue, and so she approached a gap between Korra’s fingers to stand and look down from, estimating her height above the pool. She smirked back at Korra, “Let’s swim.”
“Swimming? Now?” Korra’s confusion could barely be stated before she witnessed Asami leap from her hand, diving down into the reservoir. Instinctively did the Avatar tense with a readiness to save her, but Asami had excellent form, hitting the surface with barely a splash, perfectly arching into an underwater swim. Korra’s worry turned to amusement as she loomed over that diving spot, curious to watch her beloved maneuver through the water that was above her lap. Shortly after did Asami resurface to catch her breath from under a valley of breasts, greeted with one of Korra’s chuckles; “You little daredevil~ Are you trying to make me worried?”
“Mm~ You’re so cute when you’re so concerned!” Asami admitted in a backstroke, a swim that boasted her body for Korra to marvel – tiny as it might have been to her. Afloat with her thoughts, Asami was inspired to make the most of her diminutive scale, and so she rolled backwards into the water, diving back down and swimming low, past the point Korra could see her clearly through the ripples.
Just as Korra wondered what she was up to, there was a tickle on the bottom of her foot, triggering a laugh and spasm that she struggled to keep controlled in the reservoir. “Asami! Jeez…” she sighed through her smile, shifting minimally in her seat. Asami swam onward, where she pinched Korra’s thigh with a hug, then soothed the skin with a cuddle. “Ah… You know right where to go, huh…?” Korra sighed as she kicked her other leg forward to the other end of the pool, teeth clenched while Asami made a course around her lap, determined to make the giant Avatar squirm. Another ticklish wave surged up her spine when both her inner thighs were grazed upwards – Asami was in that gap, swimming closer to Korra’s crotch, cozying herself with the plump walls of muscle while she still had a lungful of air. Korra twinged to take her away, but enjoyed the strokes too much to stop her, convinced to open her legs apart and free Asami to travel where she wished.
That part of the adventure was not captured on any footage, unfortunately for Asami in the present. She had thought herself to be clever at the time, submerged and hiding out of view to titillate her and her partner, but it came back to burn her then as she struggled to follow along on the cameras. “C’mon, c’mon…” she whimpered, searching for a better view, but all she could see was Korra’s reactions. Though not quite the perspective she wished for, it was a wonderful chance to admire her beloved; it proved even hotter for her to witness the action unfold from another angle, able to see the fruits of her labor through Korra’s melty response.
That response was intended to be restrained and subdued, much like Asami’s tactics underwater, but Korra was less discrete than she pictured herself. While Asami performed acrobatic-like acts upon her intimacy, Korra’s head rolled side to side, her smile cracking into little gasps that she struggled to keep quiet. Most obvious of her tension was her grip along the reservoir wall, how her fingers curled into the concrete with tight anticipation; as she grew hotter, so too did her bath begin to boil with energy, generating waves that rocked back and forth, starting small but becoming fiercer over time – a proper reflection of Korra’s elation. Eventually, her arms draped over the edges and her body sunk deeper, raising the water level with that idle shift; a more volatile reaction was impending, but it was at that very point that the sensation ceased, just as Korra was close to a bellow of relief.
Asami jumped to the surface a moment after, gasping wide for air the instant she could. She spat and sputtered where she floated, fixing the hair from out of her eyes. “Hah… I… ran out of… breath…” she explained through a mixture of coughing and laughing, rolling onto her back to recover. Yet she was eager, too, to see Korra’s expression – that which was twitchy and strained, her satisfaction left incomplete. “Oh… Did I not–?”
“You did plenty,” Korra sighed, her tone downshifted with desire – nearly pushed over that edge when she heard Asami’s concern. She smiled at her reassuringly, yet jittered and clenched, needing more than she was given; “Stay there,” she requested, “and I’ll just… do this…”
Asami was suspended by that promise, taking the time to catch more of her breath, when Korra then lifted off the wall of the dam and sank into the pool. That much mass was like an island submerging underwater, her hugeness causing the tides to stir and swirl as she stretched into the depths. Asami was at the mercy of the waves, swimming against the currents while watching Korra go under meter by meter. Proportionally did the water thus rise within the reservoir, splashes reaching up and even over the walls. Korra might not have been aware of such consequences, but Asami was surrounded by them, pushed and shoved by bulges of waves that nearly caused her to be spilled out entirely by the time her girlfriend was completely underwater.
From the surface, Asami could see the blur of Korra beneath her, a massiveness along the dam floor that rotated around so that her back was facing up. The water settled then, but only for a moment; Asami took that chance to swim towards the center, where the water started to rise in the shape of a great hill, all pushed upwards by the bend of Korra’s body. A cascade of waves unveiled the monumental cause: a titanic ass that emerged gloriously, with slick skin that had a clean sheen, wet and primed for Asami’s arrival. It left her agasp – it gave her something to strive for, a motivation to fight the currents in a hurry to claim that newly-appeared landmass.
Farther ahead, the rest of Korra’s bridge-like body rose out of the pool, posed so that her arms were crossed over the other side of the reservoir and allowed her chin to rest. Her flushed and smug expression looked over her shoulder, back to where she left her beloved waiting; soon enough did she then feel her littleness, the tiny pinches of her hands and feet scaling up the roundness of her derriere, like fingertips tracing her sensitivities. Asami savored every step of the way, especially enjoying herself whenever she provoked a gigglish reaction, as though her efforts made a mountain rumble amorously, an achievement that rivaled her eventual success in surmounting Korra’s seat. Atop a wobbly, shivering cliff of muscle, Asami stood admirably, hands on her hips once she found a place to be balanced. Her reward was a victorious view, the grandeur of Korra’s back and shoulders stretched out in one direction, and in the other was the sunset on the horizon, almost as beautiful to awe over.
“Congratulations~” Korra chuckled, relieving her lip from being bitten. “That must have been difficult~” Her teasing was enhanced when she put a sway to her behind, tilting left and right in a rhythm that immediately took away Asami’s sure-footing. She could feel how Asami danced for stability, trying to move with the flow, only to be tripped when the ass swung the other way and made her bounce face-first onto the flesh. As Korra continued to shake, so too was Asami flipped on her sides, slowly shuffled into the divide, a path she slipped into like a trickle of water. She clung to the skin and pulled herself back up, but fell again when Korra’s hand clapped into the girth of her butt, gripping its fullness with a tender pull that left Asami without a foothold. A chill dashed up Korra’s spine as she sensed her beloved sink into her most delicate areas; “I hope that this isn’t too much for you to handle…~”
Knowing her words would only encourage Asami to face the challenge, Korra braced herself for where she traveled to next. Her coyness yet snapped into a gasp of surprise when she did indeed feel a tingle along her perineum, where Asami was able to catch herself wedged between folds of flesh. Though she was unable to see Asami specifically, the sensitivity of that area pinpointed her exactly; she was careful but also daring, wary of being dropped into the water, but committed to reaching her goal, taking a position where she could complete Korra most directly. Each of her touches were answered with shivers that became more lively as she came closer to that special point, until a slide of her hand triggered something more– “Ahh-hnh…!” Korra moaned, clenched anew with Asami properly in place.
Asami delved into intimacy there, losing herself to visceral desire. Massaging strokes loosened the path she needed to proceed, tenderly navigating stretches of skin that revealed a precious pink that she immediately granted a kiss upon. Although upside-down in the nook of Korra’s crotch, she was no stranger to her surroundings; the placement of every affection was intentional and rewarded as she expected, spinning Korra into warm whimpers that sung to Asami’s senses. The strength of her legs had a keen advantage, thin and long like a fingertip to Korra’s proportions, appropriately utilized to curve into the crevice and ring the giant’s arousal to the final level. Taken by a sexual greed, Asami dove deeper, and so Korra moaned with greater spirit, both lovers lost together in their realm of romance – completely forgetting the reservoir and the rest of the world.
The pool sloshed, swirled, and spilled as Korra’s excitement made waves all around her. A wall of the dam was responsible for upholding much of her weight, straining to support the pressure of her hands grabbing the edge as she rocked back and forth. The concrete cracked, but Korra was unaware; less so was Asami, enveloped in a heavenly heat, thinking only of Korra’s pleasure and the rush to achieve it, acting as wild as she would in the privacy of their bed. No longer could Korra keep herself restrained, her twitches turning into kicks and spasms that made the reservoir rumble, while her voice broke into heavy breaths that called for more of Asami’s love. As though pushed from behind, she willingly pressed her chest into the wall, pushing the barrier to its limits, much as her own was tested. After enduring many trials and battles in a new world that had called upon her, Korra had finally cut loose for her own delight, recklessly allowing herself to squirm and shove regardless of what it meant for her smaller-scale setting – the fact she rose a storm out of the reservoir only complemented her attitude, an extension of her harsh desires and the wonderful struggle to settle them.
To a bombastic magnitude, Korra’s climax arrived, announced by a howl-like gasp and signaled by a sharp arch in her back. Though her expression oozed gracelessly with an overload of emotion, her body stood strong and tight, risen above the surface in a jump of motion, the glistening wetness disguising the emission burst between her legs. Shame bit at her sides as the ecstasy was already wearing off, but a deep breath rekindled her heat with reassurance, that satisfaction too pure and fulfilling to feel guilt over. The world around her might have been small, she sympathized, but she was the Avatar – deserving, she believed, of the occasional relief from responsibility.
Those ideas giggled in her mind as she had reached to fetch Asami from her crotch, but her whimsy was cut short – interrupted by a sudden siren, a warning wail that something had gone wrong. Both Korra and Asami were stiffened straight by the noise – they realized how their romp had gone too far, culminating with enough shock to the structure of the dam that it had triggered alarms across the facility. Both women were wide-eyed and red-faced with embarrassment, quickly organizing themselves along the wall to pose innocence when guards and workers inevitably arrived on the scene. The consequences of their intimacy, however, were made obvious by water leaking through the concrete fissures – damages Korra hastily promised to repair with the use of her bending, in addition to apologizing for their careless behavior. Asami’s translation to the reservoir guards was stuttered and terse; truly, she felt less sorry than Korra about the situation, and more sorry for themselves being interrupted.
Hence why her sex drive persisted that late into the day while assessing the compilation of footage, repurposing the review to be her own reliving of so many erotic instances. Asami was a mess at the computer desk, spilling out of the chair as she reclined and squirmed with a hand down the front of her pants. Her other palm was placed over her mouth, muffling her moans while her mind drifted into memories, without the need of the camera footage to be immersed, allowing it to continue on through its ordinary conclusion while she replayed those fantastical moments in her head. She thought she would have more shame, plainly masturbating in the office, but much like her superpowered beloved, Asami too believed in fulfilling her own desires – a reward her heroism more than deserved, perverted as her passion might be.
But before she could enjoy herself to completion, she was disturbed by the door to the media room unlocking and opening. In a startled flail, Asami whipped herself into professional form, including closing the footage she had playing on the monitor. She faked a yawn, peeking behind her shoulder to see that it was the general coming by to check in on her. Fortunately, the general was none the wiser, mistaking her flushed complexion for overworking herself; Asami used that as her excuse to leave quietly, biting back her frustration at being interrupted yet again – a habit of the world’s government, it seemed.
Her full assessment for the military would be ready by tomorrow morning – that was what she promised the general, claiming she first had to cross-reference some notes with the Avatar herself. She would give the footage a proper review by then, with a less-distracted mindset; there was a lot to learn from the videos, and she was sure she could put together a presentable report. Until then, however, she was most motivated to share her findings with Korra, eager to enlighten her beloved with all the many details she was able to appreciate.
Certainly at some point, Asami knew she would have to get her hands on those files – a tangible reward to take back home with her when all was over, for as precious as memories were, replayable footage from multiple angles was uniquely entrancing. In the meantime, she was grateful that such a strange adventure could be had alongside her true love, smiling anew when she stepped out of the base and saw Korra at the hangar, far and huge, waiting to reunite for the evening. Asami treasured her interdimensional experiences thus far, but there was still a fantastic future to look forward to – more detours ahead to have alongside the Avatar.