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September 6th, 2017
More smut ahead.
Drunk and drugged...
Outside, the heat of the day had mostly gone, being down to a nice and cool temperature, plenty for Korra and Asami in their inebriated states. "Alright, where do you want to start?" Korra asked.
-"You're really going to make me do this, aren't you?" Asami sighed, to which the athlete enthusiastically nodded. "Fine... Let's just take a walk and see what we come across."
They did just that, and started walking down The Strip. Korra quickly suggested that they turn off the main road and onto the smaller roads where they were more likely to run into something interesting.
"Alright, five things you've never done before," Korra mused out loud. "Where do you want to start?"
-"I don't know, this was your idea!" Asami replied. "What do you want to do, make me tell everyone I'm gay as fuck?"
The athlete thought for a moment on that, and the longer she did, the more she liked the idea. "Well, sure, why not?"
-"Korra..." Asami groaned, but this fell on deaf ears.
"Come on, I have an idea. Let's find a souvenir shop." This was about as easily said as done, because Vegas was littered with them, at least, when they were this close to The Strip. It was massive, and had all the rubbish that you don't want, including even Vegas snow globes. Yeah, because if there is one thing Las Vegas is famous for, it's the massive amounts of snow it gets each year.
The shopkeeper was also a little on the cheery side. "Good evening!" she loudly greeted the pair. "Can I help you?"
"Yes!" Korra exclaimed. "Do you have any shirts for lesbians?"
This did have the shopkeeper a little baffled, but after regaining herself, her cheery demeanor came back. "Sure, they're in the back, next to the posters."
They walked over, and Korra smiled. These are so wrong. There were a few shirts there, all with brilliant prints. 'Vagitarian', 'Yes, your gaydar is working fine', 'Beaver fever', and lastly, Korra's favorite of the bunch. It was bright pink and had 'This is what an awesome lesbian looks like' written on it, with two thumbs pointing back at the wearer. "How about this one?" she asked, picking the shirt out of the rack.
Asami raised an eyebrow as she read the print. "'This is what an awesome lesbian looks like'? Really?"
"Yes, really. You're a closeted lipstick lesbian, no one is ever gonna know unless you wear that. You still wear small?"
She sighed. "Yes..."
"Good, then go and try it on."
Reluctantly, Asami took it and went into a fitting room, and soon came out again, now wearing the shirt. It didn't fit well, but it put a huge smile on Korra's face. "There you go, that's more like it!" she grinned.
-"Korra, I look like a lesbian."
The athlete grinned and ran a hand through her 'faux-hawk', as Asami had called it earlier. "So do I, but that's the whole point! Now you actually show people who you really are. A snazzy shirt for a snazzy lady."
Asami sighed and turned around to look at herself in the mirror, and Korra was pretty certain she saw something of a smile on her face. "Maybe it doesn't look that bad on me."
"There you go, that's the spirit. Now, I'll pay for this one, since you're so reluctant. Come on."
They made their way back to the register, and it made the shopkeeper smile. "You want to keep it on?"
-"Yes please," Asami answered with a small voice.
-"No problem, just come here for the tag." She quickly scanned it and cut it off, and Korra handed her a credit card. "You know, you two are a cute couple."
Korra and Asami glanced at each other, the former with a knowing smile, the latter with and annoyed pout. "We're not a couple," Asami remarked.
This had the shopkeeper surprised. "Really? I could have sworn, and I'm pretty good at that sort of thing."
"Well, not anymore, anyway," Korra piped up.
-"Korra..." Asami complained.
"The shirt you're wearing means I can't reveal any big secrets."
A sly smile appeared on Asami's face. "You know what, I've just thought of the second item on my list. Just have to go out and look for it."
"That's the spirit!" Korra hollered, and easily went with her, linking their arms together. Asami was definitely looking for something, but she was holding her cards close to her chest, and wasn't about to tell the athlete what. Still, this was mostly fine with Korra, as she was finally getting her ex to buy into this little game.
However, her good mood was curb-stomped when Asami finally stopped walking and pointed at a building.
"No. Fucking. Way."
-"Come on, Korra, it'll be fun! You were the one who sounded disappointed when you had to admit to that lady that we aren't together anymore."
She's right on that one.
Then, Asami got really excited as she looked a little bit closer at the wedding chapel. "And look! A discount for us!"
The athlete had no idea what her ex was talking about, until she noticed the sign next to the front door: 'Same-sex couples 10% off.' If that's not patronizing, I don't know what is. "Asami, you're one of the wealthiest people on the planet, what's a discount gonna do for you?"
It was clear that Asami had made up her mind. "Alright, fine, and it can count for the list, you've never been married. But I get to decide the next one and you can't protest."
She thought on this for a moment. "Alright, you have a deal." Arms linked, they went in, where there was a woman behind the counter. "Ooh, look, they even have rings," Asami said.
-"You're looking to get married?" the woman asked.
"Apparently," Korra answered. "So what do we get?"
-"Well," the woman started. "For a spur-of-the-moment wedding like yours, I'm your witness, we have a marriage officiant in the chapel, and for just 249 dollars, you get a fully prepped wedding, two silver rings, and an official marriage certificate. The same but with gold rings is 269 dollars."
This seemed quite good, actually. "What are you thinking, silver or gold?" Asami asked.
"I like silver. Suits me better."
-"Alright, silver it is."
The woman behind the counter nodded. "Fair enough. Do you want them engraved?"
"Ooh!" Korra perked up. "Let's do each other's rings!"
Asami agreed to this, and now they both got to work thinking up something to put in there. The athlete knew soon enough what she wanted in Asami's ring, so she told the woman behind the counter, only it turned out Asami had already beaten her to it. "Give me your finger, love, so I can measure you up." It took a few tries, but they found the right one, and it then was off to the engraving machine, while Asami was fitted hers.
When it was handed to Korra, she smiled. 'Loved You Then, Love You Still.' the inside of ring read. "Aww, that's sweet. I feel kind of bad now."
-"For what?" Asami took a look at her ring, which was just finished. "'One Ring to Rule My Bra', are you kidding me?"
"What? I like Lord of the Rings."
Asami chuckled. "You are such a dork."
"That's why you love me, though."
-"Ahem," the woman drew their attention. "Ladies, I will have to see some identification, and means of payment."
They both whipped out driver's licenses, and Asami put a Platinum MasterCard on the counter. "That good enough?"
-"Certainly. Now, if you would give me a moment, I have to type this out, then we can begin." She began typing away at the computer, out of sight from the couple.
Ten minutes later, they were standing at the altar, hand in hand, both of them with a big smile on their faces. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Korra and Asami before the eye of God Almighty. Does anyone want to speak out against this?" Naturally, the woman stayed silent, and Korra couldn't help but chuckle at this. There was no one there besides her, the sermon, and the couple.
-"In that case, Asami Sato, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, 'till death do you part?"
Asami chuckled. "I do."
-"And do you, Korra Waters, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, in good times and in bad, 'till death do you part?"
She couldn't help but grin like an idiot as she heard the line. "I do."
-"Then by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I hereby declare you woman and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Asami smiled too and leaned in, and Korra loved it. Finally, for the first time, Asami felt comfortable enough to kiss her in front of other people. Only two of them, and they just married you, but it's a start.
There was a bright flash, much to their surprise. As it turned out, the woman who owned the place also served as the wedding photographer. After regaining herself, the athlete's grin only grew. "Felt good, didn't it?" she asked, only a few centimeters apart.
-"It did..." Asami breathed.
-"Ladies, if you'd please follow me, we can settle the check," the woman said.
Korra chuckled. "How romantic." Still, they didn't want to deprive the woman of business now that she'd done her part, so Asami decided she should pay for this one.
After having done so, they received a flash drive with the pictures and their wedding certificate, which meant it was time to go. This also meant it was time for Korra to start thinking about what Asami should do next for her list. After all, she had bound herself to doing whatever Korra would think of, which meant that she could go quite far with her ex. Actually, come to think of it, she went from girlfriend to ex to wife, pretty sure that's the wrong order.
Of course, the athlete didn't want to hurt Asami, so some things were out of the question, and public humiliation also didn't quite fit. Private humiliation however, that sounds perfectly reasonable. Inspiration for a good idea was low, however, until they walked past an enormous fat man in a tank top, who had both of his arms entirely tattooed, plus a few on his neck and his face. "Asami, I know what you're going to do next."
She followed Korra's line of sight, ending up on the same man, and she quickly turned back to her wife. "No way."
"Hey, I agreed to marry you, and you said you wouldn't protest for the next thing."
Asami sighed. "Korra, I can't beat up someone who's three times my weight."
"Not that, you're getting a tattoo!" Korra laughed.
-"Where am I going to get a tattoo at this time?"
"Well, this is Vegas, I'm sure there's one open around here somewhere." Now with a good idea of what to look for, they kept on walking, once again moving away from The Strip. Soon enough, they came across a place that looked pretty promising, that is, it was still open.
Asami still looked a little hesitant. "Korra, what would I even get for a tattoo? I never wanted one in the first place."
A mischievous smirk crept over her face. "How about you get me something to show how much you love me? After all, you wanted to get married. Seems fair enough to me."
-"In a place where only you can see it."
"Hey, you can choose the place, you have to live with it."
Her wife sighed. "Fine, let's do this." She stepped inside, and the parlor actually looked pretty happy to see customers at this time of night.
-"Good evening, ladies, how may I help you?" Korra eyed him up, and he was roughly the kind of guy she was expecting. Bald, with the exposed parts of him being more ink than bare skin. Even the top of his head was tattooed, but at least his face wasn't.
-"Apparently, I want a tattoo," Asami started. "Could you tell me where it would hurt the least? Not looking forward to that."
He smiled. "Well, it's generally the fleshy places that hurt the least. Thighs, ass, upper arms, shoulder."
Korra decided to help her make up her mind. "Asami?"
The athlete pulled her wife close so that she could whisper in her ear. "I think it's immensely sexy if it's for my eyes only," she seductively whispered.
Asami smiled and turned back to the parlor. "Ass it is."
Soon, they sat down with a book of ideas, but Korra had a sneaking suspicion that her wife wasn't too happy about this. "Hey, it's for me only. Doesn't have to be big. How about that one? Tells me everything I ever want to know." She was pointing at a red heart with a banner over it, the banner obviously being the place where the name goes.
-"I dunno, red isn't really your color."
Korra took the book and turned it to the artist. "Hey, can you do this in blue?"
He perked up at this. "Of course I can. On her, with your name in it?"
"That's the idea." She turned back to Asami. "See? Problem solved."
Shortly thereafter, Asami was lying on the table, with her jeans around her thighs, and a design on her left butt cheek, right before the artist began. "I hate you so much right now."
Korra chuckled. "You can't hate me, you love me too much for that," she smirked.
Her wife laughed too. "Yeah, I suppose that's true. Now let's get this show on the road."
Much to the athlete's surprise, it didn't take very long for the man to finish, only about 15 minutes. In fairness, it wasn't that big, but still big enough to make out that Korra's name was in the banner across it. It also didn't have any shading in it, but Korra still really liked it. "That is one sexy ass," she smirked as Asami was checking it out in the mirror.
-"I have to admit, it looks good. What do we owe you?"
-"80 dollars," he quickly said.
Korra stepped forward. "Don't worry, babe, I got this one. You'll get the next one again."
The artist gave them a flyer for aftercare probably noticing that they were too far gone to remember what he told them, even though it was fairly likely she was going to get it removed again at some point.
The women were walking down a random street, Asami slightly uneasy because of the sensitive spot on her ass. Suddenly, she stopped, pulling Korra close by her arm. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
Korra followed her line of sight, and a smile appeared on her face. "I think I do." They were looking at a garishly neon-lit sex shop.
For once, it was Asami to drag Korra inside, which was pretty much exactly what she was expecting. There were the traditional stacks of porn movies, racks with dildos, things like blow-up sex dolls, and other things the athlete couldn't help but crack a smile at, because some of these looked downright depraved. "I've never been in one of these things," Asami admitted. "Does it count?"
"You mean for the list? Sure it does, as long as you buy something here."
This made her blush. "Alright, but I'm not going to do it alone. You go to the till with me."
Korra smiled. "Fair enough. Let's shop."
There was too much to choose from, really. They didn't even come here with any particular idea in mind of what they wanted, so Korra figured it should at least be something she'd consider fun.
-"Oh... Oh my..." Asami was staring at a rack of... Well, Korra wasn't entirely sure what they were at first. They were clearly bushy tails, though there was no harness attached to them to wear them. And then...
"Oh, yeah, you are definitely getting one of those," the athlete smiled. It was most certainly a buttplug with a tail attached to it. That is so wrong, so why is it so irresistible?
Asami's blush grew as she reached out for it, and when she looked back, Korra's 'go on then'-look was enough to persuade her to actually grab it. "Alright, you pick something now."
They walked a little further, when Korra suddenly saw what she wanted. "Sweet," she grinned as she reached out for a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs.
On the downside, Asami seemed a little disappointed. "Just handcuffs? That's nothing compared to this... thing," she said, gesturing to the tail.
"Fair enough, but do you know what's hotter than a woman with a pair of handcuffs?"
"A woman with two pairs of handcuffs, of course!" Korra laughed, and took a second pair from the rack. "Alright, you pick one more thing, then we're out of here."
-"Fine." Asami looked around while walking through the shop a little more, before she suddenly stopped. Korra joined her, and when she took a close look at her wife, she saw that she was red as a tomato.
Turning around to see what Asami was seeing, it wasn't really a surprise why. In front of them were two mannequins, one of a male in a leather bondage outfit and a collar with a leash, the other of a woman holding said leash and wearing a massive strap-on dildo. "Are you having naughty thoughts, Mrs. Sato?" Korra asked with a knowing smile.
Asami looked down and nodded. "I... I've always wanted to try and wear one of those," she quietly mumbled, making sure that no one could hear her but Korra. "See what it feels like."
"Well..." the athlete muttered back. "We are married, and we still have to 'consummate' the marriage." She turned to her wife, a dark look of lust in her eyes. "Want to try one on me?"
Barely visible, she did nod, making Korra pump a fist in the air. "Awesome! But can I make one request?"
"That you're a little less ambitious in the size department."
If nothing else, this only served to turn Asami even redder than she already was, but she did adhere to the advice. There was a whole rack of the things next to the mannequins, and she chose one that was more of a size that looked comfortable.
Paying was funny to watch, as Asami was just as flustered while she was talking to the cashier, who used the opportunity to poke a little bit of fun at them, even if he was kind enough to throw in a bottle of lube. Probably going to be necessary.
Soon though, they were clear again, back on the street, where it was getting quite cold now. "Here," Korra said, wrapping an arm around her wife and pulling her close. "That's better, right?"
-"Much, thanks," Asami nodded.
This wasn't a very busy part of town, so there weren't many cabs passing by. They set course back in the direction of The Strip, hoping they'd have more luck there. It paid off, and soon, Korra and Asami were back on their way to the Bellagio.
It was comfortable on the backseat of the car. Asami was heavily leaning into Korra and her warmth. "Thank you for tonight," she mumbled.
"What do you mean?"
Asami sighed. "No one ever pushed me to do something like this, and it was more fun than I thought."
The athlete chuckled. "Well..." she started with a mischievous smirk. "There is one item left on the list you have to think of before you've made your five."
-"Oh, don't worry, I already have a pretty good plan for what the fifth one is going to be..." she softly replied, and leaned in to kiss Korra fiercely on the lips. She reciprocated with full force, eagerly letting Asami kiss her.
It wasn't until the taxi swerved all of a sudden and a loudly honking car broke them apart. That fucking driver was looking more at us than he was at traffic! "Watch the road, man!" Korra snapped.
-"Sorry, won't happen again."
"No, because we're here, moron," Korra replied. She quickly threw a few bills at him before bolting out of the cab, quickly making their way back to their room on the 22nd floor.
If only it was that easy. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Asami was all over Korra, pushing her against the wall, finally taking control over her own life. They were making out like there was no tomorrow, getting ready for what was coming. In fairness, you're hoping that you'll both be coming not too long from now.
But then when they hit the third floor, the doors opened again, and Korra reluctantly took the responsibility to pull away. A middle-aged man stepped in, and he was still wearing his 'Make America Great Again'-hat. He raised an eyebrow at the state of them, but didn't say anything. Fortunately, he only had to go up to the sixth floor, where he left them alone again. As soon as the doors closed though, Korra and Asami looked at each other, and burst out laughing.
"Well, that wasn't awkward at all," Korra laughed.
-"I'm guessing he saw you have something on your mouth."
The athlete turned to look at herself in the mirror, seeing that there was indeed dark red lipstick smudged all over and around her lips. "Gee, I wonder who put it there. Besides, there is only one thing in this elevator that I actually want on my mouth," she smirked while waggling her eyebrows.
Asami chuckled. "Sap," she playfully bit back, but did embrace Korra again to kiss her without being afraid. Luckily, the elevator made a straight shot to the 22nd floor this time around, and soon enough, they stumbled back into their suite. Korra threw the bag of toys onto the bed, while Asami proudly displayed their marriage certificate on a side-table in the living room, and she also put the flyer of tattoo after care next to it.
They both quickly rid themselves of shoes and Asami of her jacket before embracing the other again. It was Korra who pulled them into a messy yet satisfying kiss, all the while pushing her wife towards their bed.
This. This was exactly what the athlete had been longing for over the past six years. Nothing Asami did felt wrong or unnatural. They just fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw. She was warm, and her awful pink T-shirt accentuated her slender build. Her black skinny jeans emphasized how long her legs were. Her kisses were messy yet thoughtful. Her hands certain yet soft. If there was ever anyone Korra wanted to share her bed with, it was this woman.
Just before they reached the bed, the athlete gave Asami an extra shove, making her fall back. They didn't stay separated for long though, as Korra quickly straddled her wife, fiercely kissing her while lying on top of her. Your favorite place to be, outside of maybe 'between her legs'.
Much to Korra's surprise though, Asami took control for a bit, wrapping her arms around the athlete and rolling them over. This, however, did not go as planned.
|Smut starts here.|
"Ow - OW!" Korra cried out.
-"What, what is it?" Asami asked with a worried expression.
"Stupid bag of toys is in the way," the athlete smirked, and quickly threw it aside. She saw how Asami was laughing into her chest, and tried to think up a witty comeback. "Hey, you're not the one having a massive dong poking you in the shoulder."
Her wife chuckled. "Good point. Guess I should be using it to poke you somewhere else..."
Korra smiled. "All in good time. First things first, there are a few more layers to get rid of." She promptly matched her actions to her words and pulled her shirt off, throwing it away. This left her in a simple training bra like she usually wore, and it surprised her to realize that she was still just as comfortable as she was with this six years ago.
Even more to Korra's surprise, Asami didn't hesitate either. She threw off the horrible pink shirt that Korra had forced her to wear, revealing a simple black bra and a stunning figure. "Damn..." the athlete muttered.
-"Like what you see?" she asked with a slanted smirk.
"Since when are you the confident one?"
Asami shrugged. "I don't know, I guess you bring it out in me." She leaned in to press a gentle kiss on Korra's lips. "I'm sorry, Korra. We shouldn't have wasted these last six years, and it's my fault. I was happy with you, and I was only lying to myself to please everyone else."
Korra smiled. "You know, that's exactly what I was hoping you'd say." She pulled her wife back in for another passionate kiss, and she could tell Asami was throwing all the pent-up lust and even frustration that had built up over the past six years while she was hiding herself away.
When Asami broke away, she stared at Korra with those beautiful green eyes that she could just totally lose herself in. Wow, that would even be too sappy for a Nicholas Sparks novel. "Do you think you can forgive me?" Asami asked, her voice wavering a little.
"Of course I can, and I will." The athlete pressed another quick kiss on her lips. "Though there is something you can do to help expedite the process," she said, glancing over to the bag lying beside them.
Asami laughed, and reached for the hem of Korra's training bra to pull it off. Korra offered no resistance, in fact, she put her arms up to facilitate this.
"There we go," the athlete smirked, liking where this was going. "Now we're getting somewhere." She pulled Asami back in for another kiss, and reached around her back to unclasp her bra surprisingly smoothly. Her wife pulled back a little in shock, and Korra put an assuring hand on her cheek. "It's okay if you don't want this. You don't have to do anything."
Asami took a deep breath. "No. It'll just take some adjusting, I suppose." She pushed herself up to straighten her arms, letting the offending clothing slip down them.
Korra smiled at the sight. Despite them having been together for nearly a year in college, she had never actually seen Asami naked. Korra was a bit more open about it, being more comfortable with her own body as an extent of her sexuality. Their first time together had been extremely cautious, especially from Korra's end, as she didn't want to push Asami. It had felt natural, even if it was a little on the safe and boring side in retrospect.
But boy, did this not disappoint. In fact, she was even more beautiful than the athlete had been expecting. The soft curves under perfectly smooth alabaster skin that she'd spend the rest of the evening pleasuring. She rolled them over, putting a little bit of distance between them. "Wow..." Korra muttered, taking in her wife's beauty. "Now that's a sight I could get used to," she smirked.
However, Asami was blushing fiercely. "Do you really mean that? You're not just saying it?"
Korra leaned down, putting their foreheads against each other so that she could stare her wife straight in the eyes. "I promise you, I'm not. You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and to hell with what everyone else says. Right now, it's just you and me, and I have all the time in the world." She kissed Asami briefly on the lips, but then quickly started moving down, first pressing kisses along her jaw, her neck, and her shoulders.
The more of Asami's skin she explored, the more she realized just how much she hated being dressed right now, both her and her wife. Fortunately, Korra was only wearing Bermuda shorts, which were easy enough to undo. She briefly paused her caressing of Asami's sides and arms, to undo the button and help them on their way, leaving Korra in just her underwear, which she did curse herself for.
-"Hmm, going on the strong tour tonight?" Asami smirked, as she also saw that Korra was wearing her Wonder Woman boyshorts.
The athlete groaned as she let her head fall onto Asami's chest. "Tonight, of all nights, I had to wear my dorkiest pair of underwear. Why do I do this to myself?"
It only made her wife laugh even harder, which was a beautiful sounds to Korra. Here they were, barely dressed, and yet the discomfort that had begun when Asami started undressing was flying right out the window. "Maybe you're secretly a masochist?"
"Are you hoping for something?"
-"God, no," Asami chuckled. "Well, maybe. Can't let those handcuffs go unused."
Korra laughed as well. "All in good time, but for now, it's my turn." She resumed kissing virtually every inch of Asami, only now she grew a little bolder, taking one of her nipples between her lips and gently sucking on them. It made her wife gasp, which was a great sound to hear. She used her left hand to gently start kneading the other one, which made Asami lean her head back in soundless enjoyment. To get closer to her target, Korra resumed kissing downwards, and may or may not have left a few hickeys on her, basically her equivalent of marking her territory.
But as she passed Asami's belly button, something weird happened. She could feel her tense up, so the athlete immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up. "Asami, are you okay?"
-"Well..." she started, a little hesitant. "I was... kind of wondering what you're doing? I mean, I've never... had someone, you know..."
"Wait a minute," Korra said, resting her chin between Asami's belly button and the hem of her panties. "You're telling me that you have dated seven guys over the past six years... and none of them went down on you?"
Asami looked a little bashful at this. "I guess it just...never came up?"
The athlete smiled. "Boy, have you been missing out. Allow me to demonstrate." Korra looked her wife in the eyes, but when there wasn't a hint of protest in those beautiful jade orbs, she went through with it. In one swift motion, Asami's panties were discarded, finally revealing her full beauty to Korra. It was fairly obvious that Asami always took her time shaving, because she was perfectly smooth, unlike what Korra knew herself to be.
She gently traced on hand down, brushing her thumb over Asami's clit, getting a quick shiver out of her. "Hmm, if you get so excited from so little, what's this going to be like?" Korra smiled, and repositioned herself to be a little lower on the bed. She lifted her wife's legs onto her shoulders, granting her easy access to something that she'd basically been wanting for the past six years.
And Korra couldn't restrain herself. She'd waited too long for this to take her time and tease Asami a little like she usually did with other women. Instead, she ran her tongue up through her lower lips once, and quickly settled on her clit. And good God did she not disappoint. Asami's taste was sweet, with just a hint of saltiness in there that only added extra depth.
On top of that, she was responsive. As poised and precise she was during the day, now that Korra had her face buried between Asami's legs, she was coming undone completely. She ran circles around Asami's clit with her tongue, relishing in the moans this got out of her. The athlete couldn't quite figure out how close her wife was to the edge, but no way in hell was she gonna wait to find out. It had been six years, Korra had done her fair share of waiting.
She felt Asami tangle her fingers in her hair, pressing her in a little more, but Korra didn't mind. But she wanted to taste as much of her as she could right now, so the athlete angled herself down a little more and pushed her tongue into Asami's opening. This got a moan out of her, which was one half of the desired effect. The other half was simply that Korra could now relish in her taste, just like she had wanted.
Of course, she was also determined to get her wife off as many times as she could tonight, so she also worked one of her hands free to push Asami's leg aside. Fortunately, she was quite flexible, capable of bending it most of the way to the side. This gave Korra plenty of room to bring her now free hand up and rub her clit with it in slow circles, getting another moan out of her. Asami was close - very close, in fact.
-"Oh God, Korra..." she softly moaned, clearly out of breath. The athlete felt Asami's fingers press down a little harder on the back of her head, and she pushed her tongue out just that little bit more and simultaneously pressed down on her clit.
This did it. Asami raised her hips off the bed as she arched her back, her mouth open, but no sound came out. Korra decided the best thing now was to keep on licking. After all, her first real time with a woman should be special, and if nothing else, it should at least be good.
When she fell down on the bed again, Korra rested her chin on Asami's lower belly, a big smile on her face. "I'd say that went pretty well."
-"Fuck... Korra... That was amazing," Asami panted, completely out of breath.
"Told you you'd been missing out." The athlete crawled her way up her wife's body, planting a sloppy kiss on her lips. Korra slipped off but still let her hand rest in the center of Asami's chest, right between her breasts. Her heart was beating fast, and Korra gave her a moment to catch her breath. "So what'd you think?"
Asami rolled them over, making sure Korra stayed where she was. "Alright, you were right on that one. Guess it's time for using a few of the things we bought." She reached over the side of the bed, grabbing the white plastic bag that Korra had thrown aside so casually earlier. It did make Korra smile to see her own name on her wife's butt, slightly jiggling as the bag was just out of reach.
-"Let's what we have..." Asami said while emptying its contents on the bed. "Handcuffs, maybe in a bit, strap-on, definitely in a bit, and that weird tail-thingy." She quickly pulled it out of the box and held it up to inspect it. "Hmm, it looked a lot smaller in the store, wouldn't you say?"
Korra quickly nodded, because her wife was right on that one. "Yes, it did."
Asami said nothing as she inspected it a little more. "Glad I'm not you."
At this, the athlete could feel her eyes go wide. "Wait, you want to put that thing in my ass?!"
-"You were the one who insisted that I'd buy it. Don't think I'm being unreasonable that you're the one to try it out."
Korra took a deep breath, because there was some merit to that. "Okay, but make sure to use plenty of that lube, okay?"
She knew Asami well enough to realize that smile meant she was up to no good. Korra decided now was a good time to rid herself of her Wonder Woman boyshorts. This was also a moment for a questioning look in Asami's direction, because she wasn't sure if she'd like the patch of hair she kept down there. It was trimmed, but not smoothly. Downsides of not being huge on grooming.
Much to Korra's relief, she didn't even mention it. Asami definitely noticed, that much was obvious, but either she liked it or she didn't care, Korra was sure.
-"Alright, here it is, open up," Asami cheerfully declared as she held the tail plug right in front of the athlete's mouth. She was a little hesitant, but took it anyway, and her wife dove straight back into the bag, pulling out both the bottle of lube and the strap-on. The plug was a little uncomfortable, but now that it was in her mouth, Korra didn't think it was quite as daunting as Asami had made it sound. Besides, she had experimented over the years, this wasn't the first time she'd take something in the backdoor. Though in fairness, you only agreed to that after he took off his pants and saw his... below average endowment.
Asami gently pulled on the plug, making Korra release it. "See, nothing to worry about," she smiled.
"Easy for you to say. You're not about to take it up the ass."
-"Good point." Didn't seem like she was going to ease up on Korra though, seeing how she squirted out a dollop of lube onto the plug. "Come on, roll over."
The athlete took a deep breath and complied, exposing her butt to Asami. Talk about bending over with your pants around your ankles.
-"Hey," Asami softly said, getting Korra's attention again. It should be noted that it was a little bit difficult to stay focused because her hand was resting on Korra's ass, but the sincerity in her voice was unmistakable. "If it hurts, I want you to say so, okay?"
"I will, don't worry."
Her wife nodded and finally lined up the plug, gently pushing it inside. "Oh, fuck..." Korra breathed, because it was a very weird feeling. She felt herself being stretched out, but Asami's gentle touch shone through, and it didn't hurt, even if it did feel weird. Soon enough though, Korra noticed that it was past the widest part, and Asami let it go.
-"There it is..." she smirked, leaning back up and taking a satisfied look at her work. "How does it feel?"
"Weird, but nice. Feels... full," Korra admitted. She pushed herself up so that she was on all fours and shook her butt from side to side a couple of times. "Should I wear a tail more often, do you think?"
Asami laughed and pressed a quick kiss on the athlete's lips. "I'd like to see you with that more, but only when it's just for me."
The athlete gently rolled over, and quickly found out that she could happily lie on her back without the tail hurting in any way. "Now how about you put that dong to use so that we can have some real fun?"
-"You got it." Asami pulled the strap-on from its box, and struggled with the clasps for a bit, but figured out how she was supposed to wear it soon enough. Korra was glad she'd talked her out of getting the biggest one, because even this one looked pretty big. That being said, the sight of Asami wearing one of those was ridiculously arousing to the athlete. Sure, she looked a little nervous and was definitely a few shades redder than normal, but a sight like that could only mean good things were going to happen.
"Now that is properly hot," Korra smirked, only turning her wife even redder. "Come here. As much as I like the view, it's not for looking at."
Asami laughed and let herself fall into Korra's arms again, pulling her in for a fierce kiss. Sure, the strap-on was poking her in the thighs a little, but right now, Korra didn't really care about that. She could feel herself get very wet very quickly, and they had only barely started.
Asami pulled back a little, and they looked each other straight in the eyes for a moment. The athlete grabbed the bottle of lube and reached town to smear some on the strap-on, even though she doubted the need for it. Still, there's no such thing as too much lube.
Korra gave Asami a brief nod. "Do it," she said.
Carefully, she lined up the business end with Korra's opening, and gently pushed inside of her. Korra was instantly glad that they hadn't gone for the even bigger model, because this was already stretching her as is. "Fuck..." she breathed. "Asami... slowly..." Not that she wasn't taking it slow already, but it couldn't hurt to say it.
Korra reached down and grabbed onto Asami's hips, clearly indicating that she wanted to set the pace herself right now. She continued to ease her in, until she felt the harness press up against her, and Korra let her mouth fall open while she was panting. "Damn... that is definitely something else..." she breathed.
Asami chuckled. "Good or bad?"
"Good, definitely good."
-"Can I..." Asami hesitantly started, but didn't really think now was the best time.
Korra did, though. She was getting used to the size of the shaft inside of her, and thought now would be a good time to see how much her wife could really do with it. "You can. Just start me off easy, okay?"
She nodded, and with that, slowly pulled back a bit, before slowly thrusting forward again. It sent a wave of warmth through Korra, who could easily feel her thighs become slick from the sensation it was bringing in. She let out a low moan and cupped Asami's face, pulling her in for another kiss.
Slowly but surely, Asami pulled back, only to push forward again. Korra's moans got louder and louder with every time this happened, and she knew that things were going to go fast from here on out, especially after her wife picked up the pace. The athlete wrapped her arms around Asami, limiting her freedom of movement to pretty much just her hips, but for the moment, that was enough.
Not for her wife though, who grabbed Korra's arms and put them beside her again. "You took care of me... your turn to let me take care of you."
"Hmm, 'Sami... I've waited too long to put my hands on you and I'm not a pillow princess."
-"Don't make me pull out those handcuffs."
"What makes you think I wouldn't want you to?" Korra asked, turning back to face Asami with a mischievous smirk, who immediately raised an eyebrow.
-"That sounds like a challenge."
The athlete's smile grew. "It's definitely a challenge."
Asami smiled right back at her. "Well, I accept." She reached over to the little plastic bag, and pulled out the two pairs of handcuffs. Fortunately for them, there were what Korra assumed were ornamental gaps on the side of the headboard, half circles with the steel tubes of the frame exposed. Perfect for attaching handcuffs to, which, come to think of it, is a little suspect.
-"Come on, roll over."
This actually had Korra a little worried. "You are not putting that thing in my ass."
Asami raised her hands in defeat. "No, I don't want to!" A brief pause followed, with her giving a little shrug. "Yet..."
Korra chuckled, but finally did roll onto her belly. "Alright, gimme your worst."
With this, Asami took her hands one at a time, and clicked the athlete's hands to the headboard. They felt a little flimsy to Korra, but at the same time, strong enough to hold her back and the fake pink fur on them was soft enough that they weren't uncomfortable. More importantly, they did their job in getting her more excited, which she didn't really think was possible. She was having sex with the most beautiful woman in the world, how could it possibly get better than that?
As it turned out, Asami found a way. She leaned down next to Korra's ear and whispered "Now this is something I like to see," after which she very gently bit her ear.
The athlete groaned with excitement, the anticipation within her almost tangible, but Asami wasn't done playing just yet. She gently scratched her nails down Korra's back, leaving little white lines on the dark skin, all the way to her butt. Here, Asami gently pulled on the tail a few times, hard enough to put some force on it, but not hard enough to pull it out.
Korra whined at the sensation, and more to the point, the lack of sensation of the strap-on that she so desperately wanted again. "'Sami... stop teasing..."
-"Okay, if that's what you really want, put your ass up." The athlete complied, and soon enough felt Asami line up the tip of the strap-on again with her opening, and gently pushed it in, but being less gentle on subsequent thrusts.
"Ooohhhh, fuck..." Korra breathed. Wave after wave of warmth and energy was rolling over her, making her muscles tense up, pulling on the handcuffs to no avail. They might look flimsy, but do exactly what is said on the box. Asami was speeding up, their thighs loudly slapping together on every thrust, and if Korra wasn't mistaken, the sound was getting wetter with every slap.
Korra's breathing was turning more and more into panting, which was a strange sensation for someone in Korra's physical shape, feeling the exhaustion set in already. Not all that remarkable though, as she could feel her climax approaching, but just the strap-on wasn't going to do it. "Please... use your hands..."
Asami leaned forward, putting one hand between the athlete's head and her shoulder, and let the other slip around and down over the short stubble, until she hit Korra's clit and immediately started rubbing it. "Like that?"
Truth be told, Korra barely heard that question, as her only response was a series of moans, because it felt good. Asami's thrusts may have slowed down somewhat because of her new position, but her hand more than made up for the difference. She was hitting Korra in all the right spots, to the point that her moans weren't separate anymore, they were strung out into one continuous moan.
And what it ultimately took was one more thrust from Asami's hips that pushed Korra over the edge. Her knees gave out and she fell back onto the bed, her wife on top of her. The release washed over the athlete like she had never felt before. It wasn't just the orgasm, but the build-up, the circumstances, and most importantly, who was giving it to her. Korra clenched up around the strap-on, pretty much locking Asami in place, and then it felt like everything went black.
Turns out this was just a momentary blackout from the intensity of her orgasm, because she soon enough came to again. "Holy... shit..." Korra breathed.
Asami just chuckled, and tried pulling her wife in for a kiss, which was difficult because of the handcuffs. Not that Korra was about to be put off by that, instead, she twisted her neck into what felt like an impossible position to make the kiss happen. "I love you, 'Sami," she whispered.
-"I love you too," Asami whispered back. "Now let me take off this ridiculous contraption, and then I can free you."
But at the loss of her wife's touch on her, Korra whined, because it suddenly felt a lot colder. "Hnng," she groaned. "I want cuddles!"
Asami chuckled as she tossed the strap-on on the floor. "You also want to be free, right?"
"Cuddles first, you can free me in a minute." The athlete got her way, since she felt her wife's baby-soft skin press into her back and another kiss on her cheek.
-"You were right, Kor," she said. "This was way better than getting drunk at a bar."
Korra chuckled, which quickly turned into a yawn. There was probably a lot she wanted to say, make pillow talk for hours and just whisper sweet nothings at each other, but it wasn't meant to be. With the exertions of tonight, both women were completely spent, and before long, they were both soundly asleep, unaware that neither one would remember what had happened here by daybreak.
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