Voyeur
Mako talked amongst his peers while simultaneously tuning out of the conversation. His eyes scanned the room, looking for Korra amongst the groups of people. His social meter was getting drastically low and he wanted to leave already, but hopefully with Korra as company.
He tapped his glass, half full with bubbly alcohol as one officer continued his spiel about busting a few Triple Threats. The same old story he was tried of hearing. He directed his thoughts back to Korra and found himself getting lost in the promise of her firm curves and desperate touch. He wanted to celebrate with her in a more intimate way and hoped she was thinking the same.
Today seemed to be very promising and he was so full of optimism and positive energy that he needed an outlet to properly release all of it. He wasn't sure if Korra had solved all her differences with Asami but was grateful she was able to put them aside for the sake of his evening. They seemed to have hit it off smoothly this afternoon, which makes his next plan for the three to link up all the more worth while.
Admittedly he did allow his thoughts today to indulge and he got swept away in the idea of Korra and him. Seeing her there amongst the crowd did stir up the feelings they promised to keep tame. During their phone call late that one night, they did share a small but intimate moment where he did confess that it was always her he had eyes for. She would always be his girl, whether that was romantically, platonically, sexually. However, the desire to be romantic would lay dormant until she was ready...but what if that never came?
He had matured past the need to run away and Korra was worth the patience and prestige to fight for. The notion of rejection did sting to think about though...
Speaking of fighting, he finally laid eyes on his friend and just across from her stood General Kuvira. Mako cocked his brow as his teeth clenched bullishly. He didn't know she'd be returning to Republic City but that wasn't going to interrupt his plans. Especially not after the great day he's had.
"Princess...long time no see..." Kuvira smirked. She was dressed in an all black pant suit with a plunging neckline and gold belt. Her hair was combed down one side of her head, falling just above her hips in a loose braid.
"I didn't think you were coming" Korra smiled.
She was pleasantly surprised to see her and was happy her suspicions that Bolin didn't leave Ba Sing Se alone was true. If he got a week off she was sure Kuvira did too.
They hugged and the subtle notes of lilac and spices filled Korra's lungs as she nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. Kuvira always smelled just as good as she looked.
"That is quite the dress for a meager promotional ceremony" She commented, her hands playfully wrinkling said dress as she squeezed Korra's hips.
Korra jumped under her touch and cupped Kuvira's hands, "Watch it." She teased. She wiggled out of their hug before Kuvira got too handsy.
Korra looked down at her dress again, the silky fabric draping delicately over her body. "I needed a reason to get dressed up." she didn't want to admit the dress was with Asami and Mako's opinion in mind and just settled on a generic excuse.
Kuvira sipped her champagne, the pad of her index finger gliding along her bottom lip as she gawked at Korra a moment longer. "You look beautiful...although.."
She reached out, cupped Korra's face and carefully ran her thumb across her friend's plump bottom lip.
Korra's breath caught in her lungs as she froze in place. The slight pressure of Kuvira's finger sent shivers down her back. Her short and rounded nail gently scraped along Korra's skin and the desire to have Kuvira's digit casually slip inside her mouth grew stronger with each second of this brief embrace.
"Your lipstick is a little smudged" The General dismissed.
"O-oh" Korra blushed, breaking her train of thought. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and saw the remnants of red pigment left behind. She picked up a napkin from the appetizer table and cleaned the mess from her hand.
"That was from Asami actually..." She sighed.
Kuvira cocked a brow, "Oh Miss Sato..." She didn't realize they were on speaking terms again. Last she remembered they weren't mingling at all. Korra seemed a bit disjointed to admit that.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," Korra added, she aimlessly tossed the napkins in the trash and shrugged. "We just had a long-awaited talk, but I think everything will be fine."
It felt like she was at square one again with a new set of building blocks to construct their foundation on top of. It would take a lot of work and patience but there was hope though, seeing how well her and Mako were turning out. Korra was optimistic the same will happen with Asami.
"It was just a 'heat of the moment' type of thing," She added, referring to their kiss. If felt good to have Asami again, even if the moment was fleeting.
Kuvira nodded and crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes lingered on Korra's lips again and she debated whether or not her current thoughts were appropriate given the topic of conversation. Korra looked liked she needed some consolation and she was happy to oblige.
She closed the gap between them and eyed Korra suggestively, "You know I'm always here if you want to "talk" too." She whispered. If Korra needed to be comforted, she could think of a few things they could do to ease her mind.
Korra swallowed, her eyes lingering on Kuvira's face as she silently contemplated taking her up on that offer. It had been a while since the last time they were able to blow off some steam and she got the impression Kuvira also felt the need for some more "coping mechanisms".
The princess playfully intertwined her finger tips in the ends of Kuvira's long hair, "Today is for Mako..." She replied, enjoying Kuvira's brows scrunch into a hard line. "And I don't think he'd like that very much." She met her gaze with a devious glint knowing damn well that was only going to read as a challenge to her competitive friend.
Kuvira stepped up to her, watching her round hips in that silk, teal dress. "Somehow that makes me want to do it more."
Korra inwardly shivered by her words and momentarily wanted to succumb to their playful banter. However she knew Kuvira was only masking her own troubles with her promiscuous pursuit.
"Vacation fever is hitting you pretty hard huh?"
Kuvira clicked her teeth, acknowledging that she was being pretty forward for their first meetup in a while. "I've been going insane." She whispered.
Korra laughed, "I could tell by your calls..." She looked at her friend with genuine worry in her eyes, "Are you..doing alright?"
"No I'm not talking about that," She rolled her eyes, "Bataar I can handle..."
Kuvira glanced around the room as if simply speaking of his presence would summon him. Korra's brows shot up in surprise, knowing exactly who she was talking about. "Is Prince Wu really that bad?"
Kuvira's face fell into a deadpan expression, "That is an understatement.."
Korra looked around the corridor, curious to meet the prince for herself. "Well where is he now?"
Kuvira waved her hand in annoyance, "Probably outside entertaining the paparazzi."
He was so ostentatiously vain she wondered if the limelight was the only thing he cared about when it came to his hereditary title. He was tasked with following Kuvira around during her humanitarian duties in order to learn first hand what the needs of his people were. For the most part he just threw money at every problem and posed for the photos ops of food and supply deliveries.
Taking him back to Republic City wasn't part of the plan but he insisted on returning, which gave them a free plane ticket.
"He's young and naive and is in no place to assume the throne-"
Speak of the devil, the young Prince retreated from his several minutes of basking under the flash of cameras and bombarding interviews and sauntered into the room.
"Kuvira!" He practically shouted once he spotted them. He approached the pair with a lively pep in his step and an overly confident attitude.
"Korra of the Southern Water Tribe this is Prince Wu." Kuvira introduced.
He eyed Korra up and down with a flirtatious stare, his hand propped under his chin as he studied her. She met his gaze harshly, not entirely welcoming his gaping.
"The Southern Water Tribe-oh!" He took Korra's hand and kissed the back of it. His lips lingered on her skin a few seconds longer than comfort. "Princess Korra I assume, It's a pleasure to meet you."
"J-just Korra..." she cringed, pulling her hand back. "Don't call me princess."
He pursed his lips, "Ooh...I can tell you don't put up with any BS. I like women like that."
"Likewise," Kuvira muttered, sharing a knowing glance with Korra who shyly looked away.
Prince Wu stared over Korra's shoulder and his eyes lit up with delight. He reached out and grabbed Kuvira's arm in shock and completely dismissed when she slapped it away.
"Kuvira you didn't tell me you had such attractive friends!" He beamed, staring at Mako who chatted politely with a reporter just a few paces away.
"He's not my friend-"
Korra punched Kuvira's back in Mako's defense. "Owe.." Kuvira smirked, shooting Korra a mischievous grin. If she kept up with this little 'play fighting' routine Kuvira would soon retaliate with methods of her own.
Prince Wu ignored them and sauntered past the pair, making a beeline to the newly appointed detective. He was already bored of Korra and now on the hunt for Mako? The princess was amazed by his confidence.
"Is he serious?" She chuckled.
"He's entirely serious," Kuvira groaned.
"I can see you have your hands full." Korra replied. She looked back at Mako and the prince to see that they were chatting just fine. Wu doing more of the talking obviously.
Korra lingered on Mako's face for a moment longer, her gaze trailing along his jaw and down the length of his neck...She turned her attention back to Kuvira before she noticed her ogling.
"I'm meeting with Beifong to hopefully get some security details for him because I am not a baby sitter-" Kuvira paused and watched Mako and Prince Wu interact. The ends of her mouth curved like a villain who just devised their evil plan.
"No!" Korra protested, "Mako will kill you."
Kuvira put her palms up like she was innocent. "I'm just going to recommend..."
"No, you're not" Korra protested, "He's not a bodyguard. Don't fuck this up for him."
Kuvira smirked, "Calm down, I only act like I don't give a fuck." She said sarcastically.
Suddenly a gasp rippled through the crowd as someone wailed in distress. Several groups of people ran away from the commotion as a loud 'SPLAT' sounded, like when you dump a bucket of water on the floor.
"Hey! This is a closed event!" Beifong shouted as photographers and news reporters stormed inside, fighting to get a snap of coverage. Korra and Kuvira ran toward the mayhem, pushing through the crowd of onlookers.
In the center of the chaos Prince Wu was crouched beside Mako as the detective had shielded him from a down pour of what looked like thick strawberry syrup. Korra watched as the slimy substance sloped down Mako's expensive suit and thought it resembled the look of blood.
"That's for the Earthkingdom!" A commoner shouted before being tackled to the ground by Beifong officers.
"Oh my God! Are you alright!" Korra asked. She approached Mako cautiously, careful not to step in the large mess. His shoulders, back of the head and entirety of his back was drenched and sticky to the touch.
"No!" Prince Wu yelled, "My cashmere jacket was almost ruined by that-" They all paused and looked at him like he was delusional. Mako had taken the brunt of the attack, leaving the Prince perfectly untouched.
"But I'm so thankful to Detective Mako..." He added. His eyes were wide and goggly as he gazed at Mako like a damsel saved by their knight in shinning armor. "You saved my life."
Mako cocked his brow and Korra could tell he was biting his tongue. "..don't mention it."
"Mako! Holy Shit!" Bolin yelled. He ran up to the group with a few palm sized deserts in his hand.
"It's alright," Mako announced. The guests around them continued to stare at the mess as Beifong and her team ushered the paparazzi outside. Great, not this was most likely going to be front page news tomorrow.
Korra looked back at her friend and helped him peel his jacket off his arms. His shirt underneath was splattered but not as dirty. She swiped her thumb across his cheek, ridding some of the strawberry that splashed on his face.
She licked the tip of her thumb, "Well at least you taste good." She smirked, trying to make light of the situation. Mako returned her gaze, his expression pleased with what she insinuated.
"What the hell was that about?" Mako asked.
Kuvira crossed her arms, looking at Prince Wu to see if he was bold enough to say the truth. After a moment of silence on his end she spoke up.
"Some citizens aren't exactly happy Prince Wu is taking the throne over the Earth Kingdom.." she explained.
"My people love me! That's an over exaggeration!" Wu protested.
"You're joking?" Korra replied. Obviously that wasn't the case, maybe he was a bit naive to lead anything in the political world.
Bolin shook his head, even he saw the hostility back in Be Sing Se. Prince Wu convinced himself it was only a small group of people that disliked his soon to be reign, but it was far more than he was willing to admit. He knew how Kuvira felt about Prince Wu and honestly he didn't blame her. The royals weren't exactly governing with their people in mind so of course Wu inherited those traits.
Mako sucked his teeth, annoyed his suit was ruined. He saved for months to buy it and now had to pay to have it custom dry-cleaned. Sometimes he really questioned why he had such a strong hero complex.
"I'm gonna try to take this off and clean up." He said.
"Do you need help?" Korra asked.
Mako's brow curved curiously as he caught the double meaning in Korra's gesture. As much as he enjoyed the idea of her undressing him, this wasn't the situation that called for it.
Korra blushed, "You know what I mean."
"No, I think I'll manage." Mako jested. He walked away toward the men's dormitory with Bolin trailing behind him.
Beifong pulled Prince Wu to the side and angrily scolded him for allowing the press into the venue which in turn allowed the protestor to slip threw as well. If he wanted some security he at least better learn how to ensure their safety isn't instigated.
Korra turned away as the venue went back to normal. A few janitors were already quick to begin cleaning the mess.
Kuvira's hand skillfully curled around her waist and pulled her against her chest. "Now's our chance Princess." Kuvira whispered. Her lips ghosted Korra's ear as she placed a quick kiss to the back of her neck.
Korra poked out her bottom lip, her eyes consciously looking around to see if anyone would notice their escape. "You don't know when to quit do you?" She whispered back.
Kuvira began to lead her out of the ballroom, "No, I just get what I want." She replied arrogantly.
They hurried down a dark hallway toward another section of the department building. It was pitch black and devoid of anyone. Korra oversaw their surroundings as Kuvira looked for an opening.
"We shouldn't be here!" Korra whispered. She was sure there were cameras or an officer patrolling the area. As much as she enjoyed this type of mischief she didn't want to get caught and make Mako look bad by association.
The General snickered as she walked down the hall checking each door handle. She jiggled them one at a time until she found a door that was unlocked.
"Ahh It's open!" Kuvira gleamed.
They hurried inside, leaving all the lights off in order to wane any thought of suspicion.
Once inside Kuvira pushed Korra's back against the wall and kissed her. Her hands were already at the string behind her back, undoing the ties. Korra kissed her back, drawing out each peck heavily in a slow rhythm. Her dress fell limp around her shoulders as Kuvira loosened the tension of the knots.
"Kuvira..." Korra moaned, she placed her hands on the taller woman's shoulders. "Slow down.."
They met eyes briefly as the General pulled the straps of Korra's dress down her chest. She took a short breath and cupped Korra's ribcage, just underneath her breasts.
"I've waited weeks Korra." She grunted, her lips brushing the princess's mouth as she spoke, "I want you..right now."
The breathiness of her voice sent goosebumps down Korra's arms. It was an amazing feeling to be wanted. Especially when people she desired at one point in her life couldn't have her.
Korra kissed her back, shimming her arms out of the straps of her dress. Kuvira dipped down her chest and kissed down the length of her sternum. She loved the pressure of Korra's breasts hugging the sides of her face as she nipped between them.
Korra arched her back as Kuvira's tongue slipped inside her naval before dipping down to her hips. She pulled the dress down her legs and Korra stepped out of it. Kuvira traveled back up her body, the tips of her fingers tracing her thighs, hips, and stomach. Korra cooed under her touch, her fingers groping her tits in anticipation.
Kuvira replaced Korra's hands with her mouth, circling her tongue around her nipple. Her green eyes held Korra's gaze as she sucked her mound of fat. Korra's eyes wavered as she moaned. She caressed the back of Kuvira's head, curving her fingers into her hair.
Kuvira captured her mouth and they walked backward until Korra met the edge of a wooden desk.
They never fully got the chance to look around and see what room they were in. Another sense of doubt crossed Korra's mind as she pictured them getting caught. As long as it wasn't Beifong who found them she'd deal with the consequences.
Kuvira grabbed the backs of Korra's thighs and lifted her up onto the desk, their mouths never separating. The General parted Korra's thighs and squeezed them roughly. Her warm hands massaged her legs, traveling upward as she went.
"Mm." Korra moaned. She rolled her hips encouraging her partner to find her way between the junction of her legs.
"You like that Princess?..." Kuvira moaned.
"Don't..Call me that," Korra replied, her face flustered.
Kuvira took hold of her chin, pulling her gaze to match her hard green eyes, "Make me."
Korra swooned, her teeth biting her bottom lip in submission. Kuvira pushed her on her back and dragged her hands down Korra's body. She loved the heat of her skin and difference in textures. Korra's skin was soft but scarred from her years of athleticism. Her muscles were firm and tight but tits and thighs heavy and plush.
Korra turned her head and moaned, arching her back against her partners hands as she continued to massage her. She batted her eyes and noticed a picture sitting on the desk. She took the frame in her hands and groaned, "oh damn.."
"What is it?" Kuvira asked.
Korra turned the picture toward her to show a photo of Bolin, Mako, and her at their first ever match as official Fire Ferrets. They were only young and naive freshmen then, with entire futures ahead of them. She hadn't seen that picture in a while.
Korra looked around the dark room that was illuminated by subtle orange hues that peaked between the curtains. The picture, the large pillars at each corner of the room, the two office chairs in front of the desk. Korra inwardly cursed as she recognized their surroundings.
"This is Mako's office..." Korra cringed. She carefully placed the photo back and sat up.
Kuvira only chuckled at the dramatic irony. No that wasn't planned but she basked in the odds being in her favor. "I'm sure he won't mind."
Korra groaned in between their pecks as Kuvira continued. "we should-Hmm-we should sto-"
The door handle jiggled and for a brief moment Korra's heart stopped. She clawed into Kuvira's shoulders as the stared at the door in silence. Should they hide?! There wasn't enough time! Korra eyed her dress on the other side of the room and acknowledged there was no way to cover it up now.
The door opened and Mako walked inside his office. "I'll meet you back home, okay see you in a bit bro." He ended his call with Bolin and stopped dead as he saw them intertwined, sprawled all over his desk.
His shirt was unbuttoned and partly damp, exposing his bare chest. His jacket was completely wet after he had to unfortunately soak the entire thing in the bathroom sink along with his hair. He smelled of strawberries and desperately wanted to properly bathe. After this perfect day of being surrounded by his closest friends and acknowledgment of all his hard work. He was met with a barrel of syrup, unwanted press exposure, and now Kuvira who had snatched Korra away before he got the chance.
If this was the part of the story where he folded under the pressure and walked away with his tail between his legs. It was time to re-write this narrative.
"No." He declared. He threw down his jacket in one of his office chairs and closed his door, making sure to lock it. He marched up to the pair and rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves.
Kuvira turned to him unimpressed by his anger. "Relax Detective-"
Her words were swallowed by Mako's mouth as he kissed her with such force that she tripped backward and hit the wall. Kuvira mumbled against his mouth, her eyes wide and brows curved in a mixture of surprise and irritation.
"Have you-" She grunted, pushing against his weight. "Lost your-mind!"
He pushed her back, shoving her against the cylinder shaped pillar in the back corner of the room. Her palm pushed against his face but he persisted, being much stronger than she anticipated. They forcefully exchanged heated kisses, their teeth clanking as they fought for dominance.
His hand held the base of her neck as he cupped under her jaw, forcing her head up to meet his height. "Hmm." She groaned as he matched her ferocity. The General didn't want to submit to him, it was in her very nature to resist, even though she secretly enjoyed it. Her hands clawed down his chest, still "attempting" to fight him off.
He unknowingly slipped his belt out of the loops of his pants. He ran his hands down her arms and clutched her wrists. He quickly wrapped her arms around the circumference of the support beam and tightened the leather belt around her wrists. He tied it into a tight loop, hooking the belt through the metal fastener with expert precision.
Kuvira hissed as he stepped away, her arms aching as she tried to move from her fixed position. "Untie me." She ordered. Her face was red and flustered. Her black hair falling messily in front of her face.
Mako challenged her stare with his chin cocked and nose turned up at her. "Or what." He declared.
He looked back at Korra who sat on his desk completely stunned silent.
"Normally I'd entertain you," he continued, eyeing his crafty work. Kuvira wasn't expecting that, which gave him the leverage he needed. His hand trailed down her chest, along the skin exposed by her deep v-neck top.
Kuvira groaned, her eyes fluttering as she fought the jittery sensation in her stomach.
"But not today" He unfastened the buttons of her top, exposing her breasts.
Kuvira sucked in a harsh breath, the heat building below her abdomen growing harder to ignore. Her chest heaved as she tried to calm herself although inwardly she encouraged this taunting.
Mako had a good understanding of Kuvira's tendencies and didn't have to guess she would like the juxtaposition of being dominated when that was normally her role. Especially by him, who she often underestimated. There was a part of him that also saw this as a bit of revenge. His turn to show her just how Korra liked to be pleased since she considered her self such an expert. Maybe even knock her confidence down a few pegs.
Kuvira arched her back as his fingers slowly ran over the swell of her boob. She clenched her teeth, stifling a moan as he pinched her nipple and pulled on it.
His hazel eyes watched her smugly as he let go. Now that she was all rilled up, he could continue. "But you're free to watch." He finished.
Kuvira's face fell for a brief second as she realized he had successfully caught her in his trap. She clicked her teeth and glared at him as he walked away. She struggled against her restrains and groaned when they didn't budge.
Mako walked back to his desk and Korra bashfully slipped down to her feet. She had a feeling he had a punishment for her too.
"I had no idea we were in here-" Mako took her chin in his hands and muffled her with his lips. He wrapped his arm around her chest and held her close, enjoying the sensation of her flesh pressed against him. Korra hugged his neck, naturally finding solace in his broad shoulders.
There was a moment of calm as they embraced each other and Korra noticed Mako seemed a bit softer than before. Like the moment he kissed her his anger melted away. His hands ran down her back and cupped the swell of her ass making her jump slightly at the touch.
She smiled against his lips as they took a second to breathe.
"Ready?" He whispered.
Korra gasped as he turned her around and forced her face down over his desk. She didn't even have time to answer his question as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. She glanced at Kuvira in shock, preparing herself for the 'performance' they were about to begin.
Mako remembered the promise he gave her at the world's conference. She kept up the end of her deal and lasted the entire day with his fun playing with the vibrator. Now he planned to keep his word and give her what he knew she wanted. Kuvira wasn't apart of this decision, but was a welcomed addition.
Korra froze as she felt something heavy and cold clip around her wrists. "These are real handcuffs so try not to move so much or you could bruise"
"Holy shit..." Korra breathed as he locked them in place. After several times of asking and taunting he actually did it.
The princess cautiously moved her arms just to test their strength and the cuffs were undoubtedly snug and immovable, leaving her completely at his mercy. She gasped as he kicked her legs further apart and dragged his palms over the hills of her butt. Her underwear comically matched the color of her dress and Mako enjoyed her attention to detail.
He slipped one finger under the hem of the garment and trailed his appendage along her sex. "Ahh!" She moaned, she arched her back and cringed when she found it slightly uncomfortable to move in this position.
Korra laid back down on his desk and slowly wiggled her hips as his finger massaged her vertical slit.
"Hmm" She whimpered, her eyes closing as she focused on his invasive touches. The slight pressure gliding along her clit and inner lips was tantalizing and foreshadowed what was more to come.
He held her down by the small of her back with his left hand and tried to keep her still as he treated her with heavy pets. He then guided two fingers of his right hand past her entrance, enjoying the sensation of her tightness enveloping his digits.
"God-ah! ha!" Korra wailed. Her legs shook as she caught her knees from buckling. She shimmed her arms again and stopped once she felt the edge of the cuffs painfully dig into her skin. Fuck! This was hard... Korra wondered if she'd had the restrain for this.
Mako fucked her slowly, ignoring how wet she already was. He wanted to draw out her desire a bit longer. He enjoyed watching her writhe under his grasp. The muscles of her back glistening under the pink and yellow hues of the sun setting.
He looked over at Kuvira again to see the General also looking disheveled. Her eyes never broke away from what he was doing to Korra and he could see the envy fuming from her.
Korra's eyes rolled as he punctured her sex knuckles deep and held them there. "Ahh" She mewled, her hips fidgeted as she wanted him to continue thrusting. He wiggled his fingers, feathering them apart and stretching her walls.
"Mako-" Korra groaned. He smirked hearing the desperateness in her voice. He was waiting for her to finally speak up and confess her impatience. He pulled down Korra's panties and cupped her sex. He fingered her clit for a moment, stirring up her urge until it became unbearable.
Kuvira growled, watching this was becoming unbearable. "Let me go," She ordered.
Mako clicked his teeth, still confused as to why she didn't just accept defeat. He bent down and picked up Korra's teal underwear. He decided to acknowledge her need to feel included. He walked up to the General and shoved the fabric into her mouth.
"HMmm!" Kuvira sighed. Her jaw clenched in order to keep from gagging as he stuffed her mouth full. The subtle taste of Korra lingered on her tongue and she breathed it in like a pet being fed a treat.
They glared at one another, Mako feeling superior as her gaze communicated a stubborn surrender.
The detective returned to his position and continued where he left off. He easily slipped his fingers inside, watching as Korra jumped in response. She wailed as he started to thrust harder, this time moving his wrist back and forth at a maddening pace.
"Fuck!" Korra screamed, "y-yes!"
Kuvira groaned, her hips rolling subtly as she inadvertently tried to sooth her own ache. Korra's moans were turning her on so much. Seeing her hand-cuffed and helpless...She tried to loosen the grip of the belt and failed again.
She wanted to participate, her body ached with the intense desire. Her brows furrowed angrily as she watched Mako do what she wished she could do. She grunted loudly although her gag muffled the sound.
Korra planted her face into his desk as an elongated howl escaped her lungs. It was hard to catch her breath, her body was so hot it ached.
"Mako...please" She whispered.
He unbuckled his pants and freed his stiff erection. He dragged his palm up and down his shaft. He was hard to the touch and dripping with need.
"Tell me what you want." He grunted. His voice was labored like he was also ready to fully take her on.
"I want you..." Korra wined. She struggled against the handcuffs finding a sick enjoyment with the pain that followed. "please.."
Mako continued to stroke himself, tugging tightly at his skin as Korra continued to beg. He caught Kuvira's emerald glare and relished in the satisfaction that she had no escape from Korra's desperate pleas. He could tell it dug under her skin listening to her beg for him.
"Please...give it to me."
Kuvira groaned, her thighs were clapped together as her body ached. She was far beyond the point of being hot and bothered. Her hips jolted and twisted as she tried to ease her own craving. This was such delicious torture she inwardly cursed at Mako for being such a talent at it.
The detective curved his body atop Korra's and placed serval kisses along her neck and shoulders. He began to rock his hips, gliding the head of his cock along her lips.
"Ah..fuck-me.." she pleaded.
He sighed, falling victim to her desperate cries, "Good-good girl.."
Mako finally grabbed her hips and positioned himself between her lips. He added just a hair of pressure, teasing her with the promise of his lengthy girth. Korra sighed in relief, her brows curving softly in anticipation.
He cupped her mouth as he surged forward knowing her well enough to expect her response. Korra cried, her back arching and eyes rolling as he began to thrust. Once she calmed down he let go of her mouth and grabbed her wrists to use as leverage.
He titled his head back and groaned, reveling in the feeling of her tight walls enclosed around him. He thrusted harder and faster, unable to slow himself down now. Usually he liked to let his orgasm build but he was too carried away. This was sensory overload having Korra at his disposal and Kuvira as audience. And to think he was doing this at his job, with all of his coworkers in the same building.
He groaned again, snapping his hips with wild abandon.
Korra was a complete mess now. Her voice was broken up into a combination of gasps, moans, and mumbled words. She laid her temple on his desk, starring at Kuvira with jaded eyes. She liked seeing her watch. She could feel the jealously in her gaze as she wanted to be the one fucking her senseless.
That's when it clicked. Mako wasn't just in the pursuit to please her, he was also asserting his dominance.
Kuvira was watching and he had the motivation to put her in her place.
"Oooh fuck!" Korra cried. Mako's strokes were deep and fast, almost intentionally tearing her attention away from Kuvira. "..you're so..big!"
Korra fidgeted again, wanting to change positions and possibly help alleviate the pressure of his cock probing her walls. He pulled out and carefully flipped Korra over. She sat up as he lifted her up to sit on top of his desk. She tried to lean back on her palms which was hard to do with her wrists bound.
He parted her thighs and took her again without a moment to spare. Korra whined as he filled her snug and wished she could wrap her arms around his chest. She wanted to hug him close to her but she couldn't.
All she could do was sit back and take it.
Kuvira was trembling now, her gaze in a guttural trance as she watched the raunchy display unfold before her. She didn't know if she wanted to be Mako or Korra in this scenario.
Although she was only joking Korra proved to be a devious stallion who was able to outrun even the most prominent libido's. Her stamina and ability to take all of Mako's considerable length was a god-given gift.
She closed her eyes and shuttered, her throat getting dry as she struggled to breathe through their make shift gag in her mouth. Mako won this round but it was far from over.
She whimpered silently as her orgasm seized her limbs. The muscles in her abdomen flexed as she shivered in blissful denial.
Korra screamed as Mako cupped the back of her neck and thrusted. Tears welled behind her eyes as she cried in pure bliss.
"..so-good..." She whined. He locked eyes with her and she melted under his intense gaze. She couldn't find her words, Mako was relentless. Her wrists were aching now but she didn't care.
He kissed her, trying to ground himself in the reality of his erotic tirade. He was obsessed with this feeling, this adrenaline. He didn't know where it came from or how to explain it. All he knew was that he wanted her. He wanted her so much...
"Korra." He moaned.
He cupped her face and continued to puncture her sex with demanding strides. His hands feathered through her hair as they continued to kiss, somehow so passionately amongst their animalistic grinding.
"Mako..." she cooed, her brows curving. Her body shook with each thrust, her breath growing faint by the second.
This was so overwhelming, so unexpected, but he kept her centered. They clung to each other as if their lives depended on it.
"oh!" Korra sucked in a deep breath, her body finally breaking down as he stimulated just the right spot. "M-mako...ooh!"
Her eyes squeezed shut as her mind went completely blank. She shuttered against his lips, sobbing into their kisses as her orgasm shook her very core. Mako finally succumbed to his climax as well. He peppered Korra's face with grateful kisses and she eagerly returned each one. He scooped his arms around her waist and hugged her close. The rymthn of their hearts beating at the same frantic pace.
"..I love this-" He sighed, tasting her lips. He lingered for a moment as his emotions bubbled at the end of his tongue, unable to be contained.
"I love you..." he whispered.