I'm just cleaning up the kitchen after eating dinner when I hear an exaggerated knock at the door. I quickly cross the room to answer it. I hate the feeling of intrigue running through me. I used to get callers at my door daily, wanting a piece of the famous and skilled Tahno, probending champion. Used to. Now I'm lucky to have visitors at all.
I open the door and am genuinely shocked at the sight. What could the Avatar possibly want with me? I cover up my surprise with my typical smug smile. "Well, what a surprise. I'm humbled to be graced by the presence of the great Uh-vatar."
She looks at me with thoughtful eyes. "I found something of yours."
"Hmmm… haven't lost anything. Is this a ploy to come back here for those… private lessons?" I move aside, granting her access into my home. She hesitates, but walks in slowly. My eyes trail over her. She's got her classic confidence that's so totally Korra, but I can tell there's something different about her. I feel a difference in the energy radiating from her.
"I'm pretty sure you did lose something."
I honestly do not know what she's referring to. I feel quite certain I'm correct. I piqued the Avatar's curiosity all those months ago at Narook's, and she's finally here to inquire. I step closer to her, and when she doesn't push me away, I close in, my lips just barely grazing the shell of her ear. I smile at the shiver that runs through her. "You know, even without bending, I am positive I could still show you some moves," I purr. I breathe in the scent of her - she smells of the ocean.
"Right, I'm pretty certain I don't have anything to learn from you." She's trying to keep her guard up, stay cool, but I can hear her voice shaking. Feeling emboldened by the effect I'm having on her without even touching her, I gently place a kiss to the sensitive skin under her ear. She gasps and grabs my arms, bracing herself after her legs have apparently weakened. I take the touch as an invitation, wrapping my arms around her and continuing a trail of gentle kisses down her neck.
She pushes me away, hard. "Just what do you think you're doing, pretty boy?" Her breathless breathing, racing heartbeat, and flushed face betray her attempt at her typical arrogant attitude.
Normally I would at least play the game of showing restraint, but I've had less-than-appropriate thoughts about the almighty Avatar for years, and now she's standing here in front of me in my own home. And her obvious surprise at my forward attitude just emboldens me. "I bet I could have you screaming my name in ten minutes, Uh-vatar."
Her eyes widen at the blatant statement. I smirk. I watch with amusement as she attempts to collect herself. After a few seconds she scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. And my name is Korra, not 'uh-vatar.' I was going to do you a favor and return what you lost but I guess I should have listened to Mako and Bolin. You are just a dirty little sleaze and I shouldn't have come." She turns angrily towards the door, facing away from me.
Her petty insults only serve to invigorate me further, and I walk up behind her, closing in until her back is just shy of pressing against my chest. I whisper in her ear, my voice no more than a low rumble, "I'm surprised to see you back down from a challenge… Korra." She shivers violently at the sound of her name and my breath ghosting over the sensitive skin behind her ear.
She spins swiftly to face me. "You are not a challenge." The blue of her eyes is nearly gone, pupils blown wide. I smile down at her. She hasn't backed away, and her nose is nearly brushing against my chin.
I feel exhilarated. This is what I've always loved about the Avatar. She is so feisty. Unpredictable. She might be right, I'm not much of a challenge anymore, but she definitely is. And I'm excited at the prospect of… rising up to it. "And how would you know that?" My tightly controlled voice sounds silky and confident, even though my mind is racing and I can feel my fingers shaking. I've always admired myself for my ability to put on a show.
She pounces on me, smashing her lips to mine. I hate to admit that I'm genuinely taken by surprise, and I involuntarily let out a small gasp. I feel her smile against my mouth, and I'm filled with drive to knock her off her pedestal and show her who the real professional here is. Placing one hand on her waist and the other at the nape of her neck, I gently nip at her lower lip before running my tongue along it. This time she's the one who gasps, and I see her open mouth as an invitation. I slip my tongue inside and earn a soft whimper from her. I pull back so my mouth is just out of her reach. She reflexively leans in again but I keep the distance. "Are you ready to admit why you came here?"
She's breathless. "I… I was going to return something to you." Her face is flushed, her eyes out of focus. And to think: I haven't even gotten her clothes off yet!
"It's okay, you can cut the shit. We both know why you're really here. Would it make you feel better if I told you I want it, too?" My voice comes out in a low, velvety purr, breath dancing over her neck. I hear her breath hitch and I smirk.
The Avatar seems to remember she has hands, and uses them to pull my face closer to hers, and her mouth is on mine again. I push my tongue inside, trying to restore my dominance, but she's trying to put up a fight. I pull away again. Her eyes are dark, driven, daring. I lean closer and press a kiss to her neck. She leans her head away from me, giving me more access. I smile to myself before gently sinking my teeth into the sensitive skin joining her shoulders to her neck, earning a sharp and violent inhale from the Avatar. I lick over the skin to soothe the bite.
"Tahno…" Her voice is broken. She's melting in my arms. I feel intoxicated from the effect I'm having on her, and as I continue kissing and sucking on her neck, I consider the impossibility of what's happening. The Avatar is in my home. None of my many fantasies of this moment could live up to the real thing. She's whining now, and the sounds seem to send all the blood in my body to a specific place. Feeling particularly confident now, I lower both my hands to her hips and press her body closer to me. No doubt she can feel the effect she's having on me, just as I can hear the effect I'm having on her.
Suddenly she pulls away from me. The lack of heat from her body is almost painful. I look at her questioningly, somewhat irritated.
"I'm just… I've never…" Her voice trails off. She looks down at the floor but soon her eyes travel back to meet mine. They are full of emotion, mostly anxiety. Oh. I sigh, backing further away from her. Sure, I'm a man of want and pleasure, but I don't want to take her virginity. Jaded as I've come to be, I know losing her virginity should be different. Special, with someone special. Probably with that pet firebender of hers. I conceal on my face how agitated the thought of the Avatar with him makes me. As if he could possibly know how to treat a woman like Korra.
I drop the classic 'Tahno' character and turn away from her. I'm annoyed that she even came here in the first place. What was the point? To frustrate me? Funny joke. "Wait," she says.
"I don't think you've thought this through. You don't want to look back on your first time with regret. Run along home to your fire-rat now." I walk back to the kitchen to finish up cleaning, leaving her standing there, mouth agape.
"Who, Mako? We're not really… not really a thing anymore," she says softly. "I don't think he'd want me like this anyway." I can't bear the sad tinge to her comment.
"Who in their right mind wouldn't want you like that?" I can't help the scoff that follows the question. I turn and see her gazing at me, expression unreadable. I feel like her eyes are piercing through me, into my soul. I feel uncomfortable, but I refuse to drop my eyes from her. She walks slowly towards me. She takes my hand in hers and places her other on my cheek before leaning in and capturing my lips with hers. I can't help but sigh into her. This kiss is different than I'm used to. It's sweet and somewhat timid, so completely separate from just a few moments prior. I feel goosebumps spreading over my skin and my hand, the one she's not holding, travels up to cover hers on my face.
She pulls away a tiny bit and I immediately miss her presence. "I wouldn't regret it." She says it so quietly, I'm not convinced I heard it at all.
"Pardon?"
"I wouldn't regret… being with you." She looks up to meet my eyes. There isn't a shred of hesitancy. My skin is tingling.
He moves his hands to grasp my hips, and a terrifying thrill rushes through my body at the hungry look in his eyes. He pushes me backwards, my lower back hitting the kitchen countertop. His mouth is on my neck again and suddenly I'm feeling dizzy. My eyes close as my mind focuses in on the way his hands, his fingernails, his mouth, his teeth feel as they explore. I would be lying if I said I hadn't had dreams of Tahno in not-so-innocent situations, but the real thing is here in front of me. I feel drunk.
I hear a loud moaning sound and I'm somewhat embarrassed when I realize it had to have come from me. I feel him grin against my collarbone. He rolls his hips into me and I can feel him again, but this time I'm not going to shy away. "Don't you have somewhere a little more, uh, comfortable?" My voice comes out hoarse. His smile widens, and it's a genuine smile; not like the smug smirks that I'm used to. It's a little disconcerting, but I feel a rush of warmth in my chest when he weaves his fingers into mine and begins walking me down a hallway. He opens a door and I take in the sight. It's his bedroom. I'm in Tahno's bedroom. My heart races. The furnishings are minimalistic, but stylish, just what I'd expected.
I look back to him and feel my eyes widen as I take in the devilish smirk on his face. Uh-oh. He's on me again in a flash, pushing me down onto his bed, settling himself on his hands and knees over me, his black hair dangling down and tickling the skin on my forehead. Goosebumps cover me, yet at the same time, I feel like I'm on fire. I'm lightheaded as I try to make sense of the complicated mixture of fear, lust, exhilaration, and desire I feel coursing through me.
He pulls at the bottom of my top, a silent question. I arch my back, allowing him access to pull it up over my head. It gets thrown to the floor, forgotten, and soon he's pulling at the clasps in my hair. I push myself up on my elbows, feeling my hair fall down over my back and shoulders. He literally growls at the sight and I feel a violent shiver run through me. Soon he's fingering at the clasp of my breast bands and those are thrown to the same fate as my shirt, followed quickly by the rest of my clothes. I know I should feel some need to be modest, to cover up, but all I can comprehend as I look at his slender, muscular body and the suspicious outline in his pants is raw need and desire.
I stand back and take her in. The Avatar is in my bed, bare, eyeing me with want. She's naked for me. Only me. She looks so incredibly appealing like this: breathing rapidly, eyes glazed over with lust, hair messy and falling down her back. Her breasts are large and perfectly round, nipples slightly darker than the rest of her skin and pointed as a result of her need. Her stomach isn't flat like most of the girls I've been with; she's got well-defined muscles lining almost every inch of her body. Strong arms, strong legs. Strong. Her long legs meet in her middle, dark curls covering the skin there, hiding her secrets from me. My mouth waters at the sight of her.
"Are you just going to look, or are you going to strip?" Her voice is low. I leer at her as I slowly unbutton my shirt, never breaking eye contact. She swallows audibly. I throw the shirt to join the rest of the clothes and begin unbuttoning my pants when she sits up and attempts to take over.
"Ah ah ah, none of that." I swiftly step away from her. She frowns. "This is for you, not me." Her hands stay frozen in the air next to mine as I work the zipper down and push out of my pants entirely, kicking them off. I'm tenting the fabric of my shorts pretty obviously and she actually licks her lips at the sight. Her fingers trail my hip bone and hook around the band of my shorts, but before she can do anything else I push her down roughly on her back again.
She gasps but before she can protest any further, like I know she wants to, I kneel before her, hook her knees over my shoulders, and swipe my tongue through the slit between her legs. She nearly shrieks, biting her lip to hold it back, and I smirk against her. I blow cold air over her sensitive wet skin, teasing her, and earn a high keening sound from her. "Don't hold anything back."
"Tahno," she begins, but before she can manage another word I suck her clit into my mouth, holding it gently between my teeth. I flick my tongue rapidly over it and start to hum, pleased with how much vibration I can manage to pass onto the hot, now twitching pearl. Her hands fly to my hair, fingers tangling into the strands and she tries to pull me closer to her. I continue flicking my tongue over her, every now and again adding a gentle nip with my teeth or a broad lap from my tongue as she writhes and moans wantonly on the bed.
Her breathing is growing increasingly ragged and I feel the time has come to up my game. I push my right middle finger against her entrance, easily slipping inside. "T-Tahno!" She's yelling now. I'd love to answer back with some witty comment, but unfortunately my mouth is otherwise occupied. I curl my finger inside her before pulling it out and repeating. "Fuck…" she whispers, almost as an afterthought.
I pull my mouth off of her, using my unoccupied hand to wipe my face."Maybe later." She's too far gone to come up with a retort to the statement. Grinning, I add a second finger and watch with pure delight and just utter awe and amazement as she squirms and pants uncontrollably in front of me. I use the two fingers to try to stretch her out as painlessly as I can. I've dealt with my fair share of virgins and want to make this as easy as I can for her.
As I'm curling my fingers and roaming around inside of her, she suddenly cries out and her thighs tighten around me. I grin. "Mmmmm, there it is," I purr into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and continue pumping my fingers in and out of her, taking care to brush against that particularly sensitive spot inside.
"Tahno, Tahno, Tahno…" She's chanting my name with complete abandon. Pride swells inside me. I'm completely inebriated from her reactions to anything I do to her. I return to my original task of licking and nipping and sucking her clit until she completely comes apart, screaming out my name, and I can feel her inner muscles clamp up around me. I take my mouth off of her but continue working my fingers into her, sitting back on my heels on the floor to watch her ride through her orgasm. The sight is painfully erotic, and I'm reminded just how hard and full of need I am. No. This is for her. Korra isn't like just any other girl. She deserves worship, and that's what she's going to get.
Finally, her back relaxes into the mattress again and she works to catch her breath. I pull my fingers from her and just watch. She's so beautiful. The image of her is completely mesmerizing and I feel I could just watch her, exactly how she is right now, for the rest of my life.
After a few moments, she gathers herself enough to look down at me. I'm surprised to see a copy of my own smug grin plastered over her face. "What, are you done already?" she taunts. Using my own game against me. I think I might be in love with her. I stand, slide out of my shorts, and stand next to her. I feel unashamed as she not-so-sneakily stares at my length. I take it in my hand and press the head against her lower stomach.
"You're still sure about this?"
"Just hurry up and fuck me." I can't believe those words fell out of her mouth but she knows how to get me worked up. I lean down and start sucking at her neck, and feel her buck her hips against me. I groan into her skin and pepper kisses down her collarbone to her breasts. I lick at her nipple and earn another buck of her hips. I'm embarrassed that I could definitely get off just by rutting up against her like this.
I try to keep my mind focused. Sucking one nipple into my mouth and kneading the other breast with my hand, I use my other hand to line myself up with her entrance and roughly press all the way inside of her in one fluid motion. No use in dragging out the pain, best to get it over with. "Ahh-!" she yelps. I truly feel bad when she screws her eyes shut, clearly feeling the stinging stretch. I lean down to press gentle kisses to her cheek and neck, hands caressing all the skin I can reach.
"Just relax, Korra." She takes a few deep breaths and soon I can feel her muscles spasming around me, trying to adjust to the feeling of me inside her. Wow, me inside her. The Avatar. I'm fucking the Avatar. I let out a long, harsh breath I didn't know I was holding. She's so unimaginably welcoming, tight and hot around my aching cock and I will myself to stay strong enough to finish her off before considering myself.
Focused hard on not coming right at this very second, I almost miss when she finally speaks. "Okay. I think… I think I'm ready." I look up to meet her eyes. She looks much more relaxed now, lust having replaced the strain. I slowly pull out, almost all the way, before slowly moving back in. She leans back on the bed and closes her eyes. Well, that won't do. I gradually pick up my pace and it doesn't take long before her hips are flexing up to meet my thrusts, and satisfied moans pour from her mouth. I aim for the spot I'd found earlier. "So good, so good Tahno," she whimpers. She's going to be the death of me.
The rhythm is becoming violent now. I grab her legs and prop her ankles on my shoulders before leaning over her, effectively folding her in half, allowing me to plunge deeper than before. She cries out. The whole atmosphere of the room is incredibly erotic: the smell of sex and of the salty earthy-ocean smell that is just Korra, the sounds of her enjoyment, of skin slapping against skin over and over and over.
My own pleasure is climbing and I start losing my resolve to hold out for Korra. It feels too good, too right, this brutal pounding rhythm we've fallen into. I must be making a lot of sound but I can't really register anything else besides how hot and wet and tight she feels around me.
Without warning, she swiftly pulls away from me, stands up, and pushes me back on the bed, switching our positions. She straddles me and slides herself onto my cock, and I can't help the long, loud moan that escapes my mouth. "Korra!" I yell. She smirks down at me and rolls her hips achingly slow. I thrust up into her, needing to feel her. She holds my hips down, staring down at me, waiting for a response. I've lost all capability of maintaining my usual smug front, and I'm not even ashamed when all I can do is whimper out a pathetic "Please!"
She starts bouncing on me rapidly and I feel myself inch closer and closer to falling over the edge. She puts a hand on my face and one on my shoulder, thumb crossing over the base of my neck. I barely recognize what's happening when her eyes suddenly start to glow. In my sex-feuled stupidity all I can think is, did I just fuck the Avatar into the Avatar state?
Almost as soon as her eyes start to glow I feel an incredible rush of energy course through me. I can't take it anymore; I'm instantly spilling into her, and I can hear my voice crying out her name in pure bliss. But this is unlike any orgasm I've ever had. It's as if I can feel the very fluid in my body pulsing, pulling, pushing through my veins. Every fiber in my being is rejoicing all at once and my eyes can see only white. In the back of my head I notice that Korra must be coming too, and I feel her inner walls tightening around my cock, milking me for all I have. She rides out her climax and collapses onto my chest. My hands automatically reach up to wrap around back and hold her close to me. My mind is so totally hazy. I've never felt this out of control with a woman before, but hey, this is Korra we're talking about.
I pull out of her, wincing at how intensely over-sensitive I am, and roll us over so we are laying on our sides. We lay this way for a while in silence, reveling in the phenomenal, dazzling experience we've just shared. After the haze starts to clear, I start to feel uneasy. Something feels different. A familiar sensation, yet an unbelievable one. The energy that coursed through me when I came is still there. I look into the Avatar's eyes, and she looks amused. "Haven't figured it out yet, huh?" She says smugly.
There's something somewhat heartbreaking about his reluctance to accept what just happened. Still, I can't help but smile. I can't wait for him to fully understand. There's no way he didn't feel something change when I unblocked the energy channel keeping him from being able to bend. I sit patiently while I wait for him to figure it out. He looks up through the window at the moon, realization starting to dawn, before looking at his hands and back at me. "What did you do?"
"I think you already know the answer to that, pretty boy. I told you I had something you lost." I'm grinning so widely my face is starting to hurt. He gave me such an amazing night, it's only fair I return the favor. And, you know, I guess that was the reason I came to his apartment in the first place. He stares at me, dumbfounded. Getting fed up with waiting, I reach for a glass of water sitting on his bedside table and take a long sip, never breaking eye contact. I hand the glass to him. He takes it and stares at it.
His other hand comes up next to the glass and his fingers, shaking, move away from the receptacle in a pulling motion. The water follows his guiding hand, leaving the glass and hovering in a bubble in midair. I must admit I'm pretty shocked when I see tears collect at the corners of his eyes. "You… are you doing this?" He still seems unsure, like it will be taken away from him if he lets his guard down and accepts it. He moves his hand around, directing the orb of water around the room. He looks at me, and I make sure to sit very still, to prove I'm not tricking him. "How did you do this?"
"I unblocked what Amon did. You're welcome." I smile. He guides the water back into the glass, puts it down on the table, and practically jumps me. He's planting kisses on my lips and the rest of my face, and I can feel his tears against my skin. My eyes start tearing up too.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…" He practically sobs as he kisses me everywhere he can touch. "I already knew you were a goddess, but this really puts you in a whole different light." He's totally hysterical. I can't believe I'm seeing him so out of control. Even during sex, he was still decently calm and collected. Smiling wildly, I pull him to me and kiss him.
We sit like this for what seems like hours. Naked, tangled together, kissing each other here and there, but mostly just laying and soaking up each others' company. He plays with the small amount of water, manipulating it and directing it around the room. We pass it back and forth in a gentle, sleepy version of catch.
After some time, and once the initial shock of getting his bending back, he turns to me. "Maybe I'll have to get my bending taken more often if that's the special treatment I get to have it returned…" he says cheekily, kissing my ear. I slap him playfully and meet his eyes. He's smiling widely at me. There's no smugness, not a hint of arrogance. Just pure happiness. Joy. Satisfaction. I'm proud that I caused this. Thinking I may never want to leave this place, I snuggle closer into his arms before sleep comes to overtake us.