A bit of a longer one, more than the last two chapters added together I think. Oh, well. Sorry it took so long, I've been so caught up in new Korra and Supernatural and Walking Dead and I've been rereading Harry Potter (expect HP smut) and I got a new job, very demanding. So October was very busy for me, I had to put fanfic down for a while. But I hope it was worth it because this is a long chapter and I hope you enjoy it :)
Also I've said before that the stories aren't related, I think, but now they are, so yeah.

It had been days now since Korra and Asami's little 'event' and they still hadn't left the apartment. With only each other for company, they had worked out scores of new and exciting ways to achieve the same level of pleasure. Asami for example, had a blood-bending fetish. She loved how Korra was able control her body, her arms and hands and fingers and make them move against her will. Korra made them do things Asami couldn't dream of. How she made them move, in and out and around in circles, flicking and pinching and teasing Asami until she couldn't handle anymore. Korra loved the control, but Asami relished in the lack of it.

But Korra, beyond her dominatrix persona, liked the gloves. Asami didn't use them so much now, ever since she had given up crime fighting for the business world, but she kept them around and would wear them sometimes. She hated the Equalists still to this day, hated her dad for joining them, hated what they did to Republic City and to Korra especially. But their inventions, Asami and Korra found, could be used for more than just pain. Or in Korra's case, pain alongside other things. With a little tweaking by Varrick, Asami created an electrifying experience for Korra, literally. A small buzz to sharp bursts, Korra had gone through all the motions with one to all of Asami's fingers knuckle-deep inside her. Every time they experimented with glove, Korra passed out. Asami would always bring her back with same wet glove, and they would go through it all again.

So far, Mr. Tachiro hadn't complained about the noise. The girls hadn't seen him since the Korra sized him up. She guessed that it must have confused him a lot, or scared him, because it was rent collection week and he hadn't even knocked on their door. Unfortunately, Korra didn't think that his length would do much for her or Asami, considering what they had put each other through.

Korra's dildo was still on top of the fridge. It was gathering dust now seeing as they hadn't touched it since that day. But Asami would always glance at it whenever she opened the fridge, as if daring it to fuck her again. Korra hadn't even thought about it, she was always caught up in whatever fetish they were fulfilling that day to even ask if they should use it again. Besides, they had found plenty of new stimulating experiences.

But that was all coming to an end. Today was the last day they had with each other before Korra had to leave again, fight more fights and whatnot. And Asami wanted to spend the day with Korra, inside her, on top of her, underneath her, as long as they were close. But Mako was coming around in an hour and Korra had barely packed, so it would have to wait.

But Korra wasn't packing. She was going away for a month at the least, and yet, preparing for that month was the last thing on her list of things-to-do.

So instead, she had sent Asami out of the room, out of the apartment complex and hopefully all the way to Airbender Island, searching for a 'lost' set of pants and t-shirts. During that time, Korra had prepped the apartment. She didn't want Asami to get upset at her, but she harboured the smallest of itches for Mako. Even though she had declared herself lesbian to the four nations, Korra had always known that she was more on the bisexual scale, heavily biased towards woman of course, but men weren't put of the question. So Mako's arrival was special indeed, because they had never fucked in the relative safety of a home. The thing was: Mako didn't know that Korra had planned this. As far as he knew, Korra was packed and prepped and ready to head out to the Southern Water Tribe. Guess again.

Korra was getting antsy now, Mako was taking too long.

"Come on Mako," she whined. "Hurry up and get here." She slid her hands between her legs and rubbed her twat a little, but quickly snatched her hand back up. She didn't want to spoil her appetite. She cast a glance at the fridge, wondering if she should hide the dildo. She didn't know if Mako would recognise it as his, the features were somewhat larger after all. But more than that she wanted to ram it inside her hungry pussy while she waited for Mako to arrive.

Korra had gotten up of the couch and was slowly walking to the fridge, eyes locked on an object she couldn't even see yet. But no further had she gotten than halfway before there was a hurried knocking at the door and a, "Korra, are you here? Are you ready to go?"

Korra's head whipped around and looked at the opening door. Before it opened any further she air-bent the door shut, bringing about loud protests from Mako's side. Korra dived back onto the couch and assumed her earlier position, the stereotypical seductress. Clad in nothing but blue stockings, high-waisted blue panties and a sheer blue top that was fit to burst, she lay on the couch, one arm trailing over her legs and head propped up by the other. She threw on a dazzling smile and waited for Mako's entrance.

"Holy shit Korra!" Mako exclaimed as he rushed inside the room and slammed the door shut. "Give me some warning next time, what if Tenzin had been with me, or Jinora or President Raiko? How would we explain this? You should be more careful."

Korra let her annoyance show clearly. "Well sorry, Lieutenant Mako, I didn't realize that I needed permission to seduce you. It won't happen again, I promise."

Mako hung his head, shuffled his feet and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that Korra," he reached out to her but she turned her back and strode away. "Korra, please, I'm really glad to see you, the surprise is welcome, I just need a little more warning. I did intend to bring Kai around to help, and how would that have ended? He would have been drooling too much to help move your stuff," He ended, a last-ditch attempt to placate her.

Korra smiled slightly, cheeks blushing rosy red, but it would take more than sly compliments to make her happy. She turned back around and let Mako see how beautiful and sexy she was, she had become for him this day. Mako's mouth hung open and his eyes were wide, but Korra wasn't letting him have all of her. She swung around and strode into her room, slamming the door shut. Mako tried to open it, only to find that something was blocking the opening from inside.

"Korra, open up, come on let's-" The door was thrown open and a handful of clothes were thrown at Mako with force. And then shoes, hygiene equipment, ointments and toothpaste. Then bags and training stuff, maps and books and a radio. Mako stumbled under the onslaught and fell to the floor, all the while more and more things fell on him. Distantly he could hear Korra speaking.

"While you're here, you may as well help me pack, seeing as you don't care about me wishes as a sexually active individual," Korra said. "So fold the clothes and put them in the bags and I'll deal with some of the heavier stuff."

"Korra…" Mako gasped. "Help me."

Instead, Korra walked straight past him, deftly picking up the weights on the way as well as a couple of bags and sat on the couch packing. Mako was off the ground and pulling a pair of panties off of his head.

He sat next to Korra, who was still in her lingerie, and began to fold clothes while his dick grew ever larger. Korra seemed to remain oblivious to the growing bulge in his ants and continued to stack weights on top of one another and shove them into the bag. Mako was itching to undo his pants, but didn't want to upset Korra further than he already had. He resorted to putting pressure on his shaft and not-so-subtly moving his hands back and forth in the hope of some pleasure.

Korra smirked at the sight and pushed the bags out-of-the-way. "Here, let me help," She said as she slid off the couch and squatted in front of Mako. Her hands slid up his legs and tugged on his pants, sliding them down more every second. Mako put his hand on Korra's and stopped her. He stood up and took his pants off himself, leaving his boxers to hold back his cock.

Korra traced the outline of Mako's dick with her fingers, tapping and flicking it. She then ripped his boxers off and had the surprise off a fat cock slapping her on the lips. Both of them laughed, but Korra quickly grew serious and took the shaft in her hand. The large member throbbed and Mako was smiling down on his hot girlfriend. He grabbed a breast in one hand and gently massaged it through the bra. Korra moaned quietly but was busy occupying herself by pumping her hand up and down Mako's staff and getting it as hard as she possibly could before she put it down her throat. Mako leaned over her head and grasped at her bra's clasp. He got frustrated and created a small flame at the tip-off his finger and burnt away the fabric, letting the bra loosen and fall free.

"Hey!" Korra shouted, pulling her mouth away from the tip. "What was that? Did you burn my bra? MY favourite fucking bra?" Korra's chest was heaving, her face was red and Mako could swear steam was coming out of her ears.

"I'm sorry, it was just frustrating. I'll buy you a new one while we're away, okay?" Mako pleaded.

"Whatever, make it two and I'm cool."

Mako nodded and watched as Korra's head snaked forwards and her lips opened up to swallow his hard cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, deep-throating the dick in mere seconds, covering the shaft in saliva, making it slick and slippery and easy to suck. She backed off and smiled up at Mako, a thin trail of spit connecting her to the tip of his dick. She placed her hand on it again and moved it in time to her head. She took it out of her mouth again and flicked the tip of her tongue against the tip, then ran it up the entire underside and back down again. She fondled his sack and sucked on the individual nuts while Mako ran his hand through her hair and gripped it hard enough to cause a little pain. Korra rose from underneath him and resumed blowing his cock.

Mako was so close to cumming now, anything unexpected and he would probably cum all over Korra's face. He let his hand drop again and massaged her naked breast, rolling the nipple in-between his fingers as well as pinching and pulling on it. Korra suddenly stopped her task and stood up, taking her bra off all the way as she went. She took Mako by his dick and pulled him into her bedroom.

Inside, she let go and bent over the bed, the fabric of her blue panties stretching tight against her firm ass. Mako walked slowly towards her. He placed a hand on the waist of her panties and in a movement pulled them down to her ankles where she then kicked them off. Mako considered two choices for a second: Get on his knees and eat her asshole while fingering her, or spank her until her ass was red as fire. He made a decision and remained standing.

Korra was impatient again. She was expecting a brutal fucking from Mako, cock inside her, hands on tits, rocking the bed she had braced herself against sex, but no such action had occurred. She cast a look backwards and saw Mako with his hand poised over her ass. In a second his hand was drawn back and thrown forward and she felt the sting of his slap against her skin. Heat radiated outwards from the spot and Korra let forth a small cry of pain, but Mako didn't seem to hear it. He brought his hand down again and once again Korra squealed and heat blossomed inside her. Over and over Mako spanked Korra, her ass cheeks were red and raw and stung at the touch. Korra didn't put a stop to it though, she rather liked being dominated when she was usually the dominator.

But Mako had stopped. Korra knew what was coming, she had experienced this part before on their missions. An onslaught of pleasure and highs and orgasms was coming her way. Slowly, she felt Mako penetrate her. His cock parted her lips and entered her tight pussy like a snake and its nest. Korra grimaced, her face was balled up tight and her eyes were closed. She had forgotten Just how big Mako was. He was no homemade-dildo but he knew how to use what he was given.

Soon enough, Mako had buried his entire length inside Korra's twat. She was trembling, shaking, so close to cumming from the sensation of Mako fucking her. He pulled out and in and out and in and Korra felt fit to burst. Her knees were getting weak and her stomach felt sore. Mako pushed harder and faster, holding onto Korra's shoulders for support as he rammed his cock into her again and again. Korra began to scream with the intensity of her orgasm. It had only been five minutes of hard-core sex but Korra was almost unconscious from the strength of that orgasm.

She sagged towards the ground and would have passed out, if Mako had not picked her up and laid her spread-eagle on the edge of the bed, her pretty pussy fat and dripping with desire and lust. Korra squirmed in protest, but Mako ignored her and flipped her over, so that her ass was facing the ceiling. He left the room, at which point Korra was fit to fall asleep, but he would give her no such relief. Mako slathered lube over his cock and over and inside Korra's sweet ass. He poised at her entrance, knowing that their first time experimenting with anal had to be good. He prepped her by pushing one finger, then two inside her hole, spreading his fingers and pushing them in as far as they could go. Korra woke out of her weariness and tried to turn over but Mako held her down.

"Mako? What are you doing?" She asked hesitantly.

"Remember what we talked about?" He replied. "About trying new things, experimenting in new places. Well, we're doing that."

"Maybe not right now, not when we have to leave so soon."

"You were ready to do it earlier despite our schedule, what's changed?"

Korra had no answer to this, so she let Mako spread her anus. Once he was done, Mako held his dick at the gaping hole, which was quickly closing, and began to push. But, he was rudely interrupted by a knock on the door, the front door. For a second he considered ignoring it, but then the visitor began opening the door and he had no choice.

Mako ran, naked, for the door. Just as it opened, Mako threw his entire body against it and it slammed shut. From behind he heard and girl gasp and then sigh.

"Korra, let me in. I know you haven't left yet," Asami called out. "I'm going to help you pack and then you really have to leave, Mako's probably waiting for you at the dock right now."

Mako couldn't help but smile at this, at Asami's cluelessness. He locked the door and began to walk away, back to the bedroom.

"Korra, you bitch. Open the door or I'm going to kick it down," Asami threatened.

Mako remained quiet.

The hinges were ripped off the door frame as it crashed inwards, a large crack down the middle with a show print at the center. Mako threw up a wall of flames instinctively and ran to the room, where he shut the door and barricaded it. His only thought: Asami can't know.

But Asami would know. She kicked through the bedroom door with even more ferocity than the entrance. She entered the room and saw Korra's glistening, lube covered ass on the bed, and Mako's naked body and erect penis standing in front of her.

Asami stopped thinking. She didn't know whether she was upset, angry, annoyed, or turned on. She walked straight past Mako and sat next to Korra's naked body.

Mako tried to explain, furtively. His mouth opened and closed, but words refused to come out. HE moved closer to Asami, then thought better of it and stayed where he was. They remained silent for what felt like ages, hours. Mako left the room and tried to fix the doors so that they didn't have any intrusions. He was gone for five minutes when he heard Korra moaning. He rushed back to the room and found Korra with her back against the wall and her legs around Asami's head. Asami was also naked, and her head was moving violently against Korra's wet pussy. Korra let out another long groan of pleasure and raked her fingers against the wall and Asami's back.

Her eyes suddenly flicked open, and centered on Mako. She pushed Asami away for a second and spoke directly to Mako. "Mako. Top of the fridge. Dildo. Bring here," she gasped as Asami dived in again. Mako nodded and sped out of the room. He slapped the top of the fridge in various places, desperate to get back to Korra and Asami, before he found the large stone toy. He marveled at it, and briefly felt as if he'd seen it before, but dismissed the idea just as quickly as it came.

He entered the room again and found Korra with her ass held high in the air, looking expectantly at the doorway where Mako stood. Asami strode forwards and snatched the dildo out of Mako's hand, strapped it on deftly, and took position underneath Korra with the giant rock cock pressed against her quivering cunt. Mako waited for Asami to fuck Korra, but was instead greeted with the sight of Korra pointing at him and then her asshole. He eagerly rushed forward and onto the bed. Asami began to thrust methodically into Korra's slippery pussy. Mako began when she did, hard and fast, out of time with Asami, his balls slapping Korra's ass. Together, he and Asami fucked Korra hard and fast.

"Holy fuck. Spirits help me, I'm cumming," Korra screamed. Mako and Asami glanced at each other and nodded, then renewed their efforts, reaching deeper and deeper inside Korra with every push. Asami and Korra were kissing underneath the onslaught. Mako was sweating profusely and his body ached, but he could feel the tension building and knew that it would all be over soon. Asami pulled out of Korra and twisted around so that Korra was able to lick her juices off the cock and Asami could lick the juices out of Korra's dripping cunt. Mako could see the top of Asami's head as she thrust her tongue inside Korra. He could also see Korra with half a giant dick inside her mouth. This brought him over the edge, and he could feel his cum flowing up his cock and into Korra's asshole. Asami stopped what she was doing and looked at Mako. Korra reached her hands back and spread her cheeks wide. Milky white cum spilt out of Korra's ass and onto the sheets below her, onto Asami's head as well.

Mako pulled out and laid down on the bed next to Korra, who had collapsed. He snuggled up close to her and wrapped an arm around her muscular frame. Asami sat at the other end of the bed, her round tits hardening in the increasing cold. Korra's breathing settled and Mako's dick shrivelled up. Asami knew they were asleep and was rather pissed off that she didn't get to cum as well. So she removed the stone dildo from its holder and left the room.

Annoyed and sexually frustrated, she sat on the couch in plain view of anyone down the hall, who at this moment happened to be Mr. Tachiro. He looked up and saw Asami fucking herself with the giant cock and closed his eyes. He tried to walk away but bumped into the wall and fell down. He opened his eyes to the sight of Asami's wet pussy hanging over him. He opened his mouth to say something but the moment he did Asami lowered herself and Tachiro was suddenly eating out the Avatar's girlfriend. It wasn't long, Asami was already close when he started, before she came. Tachiro bit down on her clit and Asami let out on last squeal before she got up and walked away. She propped the door of her apartment up so that no one could see her. But before she left his sight completely, Tachiro saw her shove the giant dildo onside her twat as she walked, almost as if for safe keeping.

Mr. Tachiro came into the Avatar's room an hour later to find a mess of the place. Splinters littered the floor along with larger pieces of wood. He could smell cum, sweat and sex strongly in the air. Several stains on cushions and several porn mags depicting women in highly suggestive poses. He went to Korra and Asami's room and found them and Mako asleep in the bed, next to each other and completely naked. Mako was beginning to stir, and soon enough he was awake and wide-eyed. He kissed Korra and strolled past Mr. Tachiro into the living room, where he resumed packing Korra's things for the trip. They had lost track of time in their passion and were very late. Mako wouldn't be surprised if the boat left with them. Wouldn't be too disappointed about it either.

Just realized that I didn't explain Asami's return. Let's say that she was on her way to Airbender Island when Tenzin found her and told her to go back and get Korra while he found the pants and t-shirt. Sound good? It has to be, Asami needed to be part of this.