MOMENTS IN TIME
DRABBLE 3 THE IMAGE
AUTHOR'S NOTES
This takes place one year after the series finale (the attack by Kuvira).
Italics are the names of things.
'This' represents people's thoughts.
Horizontal rulers (lines across the page) are page breaks.
-X- means small time skips.
Warning; contains violence, angst...
DISCLAIMER; I don't own any of the characters or concepts involved in Avatar Legend of Korra or any related Avatar franchise. This is non profit.
Asami ran her hands over the rubber hood, tracing her loves attractive features before undoing the garments straps and releasing Korra's face to the warm air of the dungeon, her blue eyes adjusting to no longer being covered.
As Asami expertly undid her bondage, and 'permitted her' to remove herself from the saddle, Korra stared adoringly at Asami Sato. She towered over Korra, her opposite in so many ways; a gorgeous slender body (that Korra desired) enclosing a spirit brighter than the sun (that Korra worshipped), an impossibly beautiful face containing eyes more beautiful than any jewel they'd surely been compared to. Raven hair colored like the night.
Her intelligence once made Korra feel stupid, her grace once made the combat master feel clumsy, her spirit and will was like diamond; beautiful and unbreakable. Korra had watched her overcome civil war, her evil father, seemingly the world wanted her company and birthright destroyed and she beat them all back and still helped nurse Korra back to health while she was feeling sorry for herself.
She stood posed in an outfit of red leather. Korra's eyes widened, staring at Asami's face then slowly sliding down her body lustfully; the jacket she wore was tighter than the elegant jackets and coats she usually honored with touching her body, but the corset beneath… it cinched her already trim waist tightly locked with sturdy belts. The garment brutally squeezed the wearer pressing everywhere on her curves and muscles, Korra's attention particularly liked how the device pushed her delicious breasts up and together forming a valley of cleavage.
Avatar Korra strained her self-control to avoid collapsing in a puddle of her own drool, for about the thousandth time astonished that this goddess was her girlfriend.
END DRABBLE 3
