(A/N: Please bear with me guys because I know that this is very short for the first chapter, but as the more chapters I write, the longer they'll get, or so I hope! Reviews are more than important to me so please send loads of them and I just hope you enjoy what I have so far.)
"I could give you some private lessons …"
His words seemed to be ricocheting off the walls of her skull and pounded in her ears.
Korra slammed her foot against her dresser. She hated his cockiness with a white hot passion. "What could that prick possibly teach me that I don't already know? I'm the Avatar, dammit." She muttered with definite annoyance. With a final kick to her dresser, she walked over to the other side of her room and plopped down on her bed. If she didn't calm down soon, her dresser would be assaulted into a bundle of toothpicks.
Everything about that sly bat, Tahno, gave her chills that seemed to pierce and shake her inner chakras. Time and time again she blamed the feeling on his cold, frostbitten aura, but at times like these, she couldn't help but wonder if she …
"Hah, no. There's no way I find him attractive ... right?" She'd been thinking this for a while now. Did she like Tahno?
Korra quickly changed the subject by taking her hair out of the three signature ponytails and begun to count flying bison. Sleeping away her worries was something she was good at. Besides, she needed all the rest she could get if she wanted to find that bastard, Amon. But sleep didn't seem to be coming any time soon, for one of her midnight "needs" was making it very difficult to do so.
She slowed her breathing and strained her ears to hear if anyone was still up. Even though it was late at night and she knew everyone in the Air Temple should be sound asleep by now, her paranoia wouldn't subside.
When all she could hear were the crickets from outside her window and her very own shallow breath, she sighed with relief and gave in to the pure bliss that was bound to come.
The moment she had relaxed and closed her eyes, her hands sprang to life. Slender fingers started to work their way down her toned body. With her left hand lingering over her breasts, she felt that her nipples had become erect for they were pushing through the cotton of her shirt. She took turns between massaging the soft orbs and pinching her areolas to the point where she thought she could've drawn blood.
A ball of want was starting to pool around in her lower abdomen. With her other hand, she traced the contours of her tight body, slowly passing down her prominent muscles. She shifted her lower body so that her legs were spread apart, her hand still gliding down until she had reached her cunt, which happened to be slick with pure need.
Her fingers were placed at her entrance and she slid them up to her nub, slowly moving them in a circular motion. Her headed started to loll to the side as she was feverishly quickening her pace. She was feeling hot all over, inside and out, and so desperately wished that Mako was here to help her out like he usually did. But, since he was sound asleep, she had only her fingers to dive into the depth of her tight walls. So, that's exactly what she intended to do.
Her fingers stopped the teasing on her sore nub, which was erect from all of the stimulation it had endured, and they found their way to her entrance once again. She slid her middle and index finger in with a slow pace, that seemed to drive her mad. She was so sensitive from the abuse that her clit underwent , that just the 2 fingers alone made her body rock, nearly sending her over the edge.
Whimpers were passing through her lips and she all but chewed them off so she wouldn't scream as her fingers worked their magic.
At last, she gave up with two fingers and shoved in three. She needed more. Much, much more. Her hips were bucking against her fingers now and her back had arched into something beautiful. The whimpers turned into animalistic cries, and with a final thrust into herself, her climax came upon her.
She cried out one last time, her head too far gone in the state of her ecstasy to make out exactly what she had said. She was still grasping onto her breasts with her left hand as her waves of orgasms hit her repeatedly, but instead of slowly massaging the soft twins, she had switched to digging and scratching. She'd have bruises on her flesh for days, but of course, she didn't mind in the least. The more bruises, the better.
Her breathing was ragged, her hair a knotted mess, and her body was coated with a sheen of sweat.
She sat up and strode over to the body-length mirror that Asami had given her and took a nice, long look at herself. The way the moonlight was coming through the window made it seems like shadows were dancing amongst her in mysterious patterns.
She didn't look like herself. She looked like an erotic goddess. The sweat shone like diamonds that bounced off of her skin, and her hair were long waves that hung over her breasts. Korra had found this image of her to be beyond sexy.
She snorted at how feminine she had been acting and went to the wash basin to cool her face. Then, she jumped back into her bed eager to feel the end of her euphoria, which was washing away faster than she'd have liked, when a thought struck her like an explosive.
She lay in her bed paralyzed in complete and total shock. Her eye's practically bugging out of her head.
"No … No, no no! I can't … shit." She whispered in the tiniest of voices.
When she was replaying gorgeous act that had taken place on her bed mere moments ago, she made out what her last cry of sheer pleasure was.
She didn't want to believe it, but she had to face the facts sooner or later.
She had screamed out Tahno's name.