The towering, equine spirit stood over Korra with his nostrils and his cock flared. Standing taller than any man on two hind legs, the horse spirit was a fearsome sight even discounting the absolutely monstrous cock that stood before Korra, that taunted her with the threat of what he was after. "Avatar," he said. "You have a duty to fulfill."
Asami and Korra had simply been walking through the spirit world. Its beautiful sights made for the perfect place to go on a date of sorts. A date stripped of all expectation and the outside world both were so busy in. The spirit world was different. It was a time of peace, where Republic City even during peaceful times was bustling and chaotic. There was something just different here. It was placid, it was calm, it was just what they needed. At least until Mayinjing had so boldly interrupted their date. Interrupted it with a massive, leathery horsecock standing rigid and twitching before the girls.
Korra looked at the spirit with her lips pursed and her posture protective. Her stance was one that positioned her between Mayinjing, the horse spirit, and her girlfriend, Asami. "This is not the time." She didn't look at his cock. She met Mayinjing's gaze directly and refused that. She was not here to help spirits; she was here on a date. She refused to pull back from that. There were many ways to help spirits that could and should have been an important part of any Avatar's purview. But not this. Not now.
Unwilling to be persuaded, Mayinjing took a step closer. "I demand it. This is my territory you stand in, and you will help me." His cock twitched, a thick strand of pre-cum drooling from his tip. "On your knees. Your mouth. I want your pretty mouth, Avatar. And I am owed it." He looked past her, to the utterly appalled look on Asami's face. "Your friend has nothing to worry about. I have no business with her, and will not lay a finger on her."
That could only be so comforting given everything. This was wrong, and Korra felt herself tensing up tighter under all the nervous pressures growing through her. She did not want this. But he wasn't budging. Nothing about dropping to her knees to service this spirit was in any way something she felt good about doing, but what were her alternatives? Fighting the spirit was not going to be helpful, and picking fights in the spirit world was not going to do her or Asami any good. It may have put them into even greater danger. Her head turned toward Asami with an apologetic and pleading look. She didn't want to, but it was safer for them both if she did.
"Do what you have to do," Asami responded, wincing in reluctant worry. She didn't like it. But she understood it.
It had been years since the last time Korra sucked a dick. She fooled around a little bit with Mako when they dated, but it wasn't much, and she hadn't touched or even seen a penis since. Now she was going to have to deal with the absolutely monstrous shaft of a hung horse spirit whose intimidating presence left her with plenty to be concerned about. She was good and faithful to Asami, maybe not completely disinterested in men, but having come to terms with her being far, far more into women, and in particular into the gorgeous woman she loved with all her heart.
"I'll do it," she said, moving forward and starting her way down to her knees in front of Mayinjing. "One time. You'll have your relief, and then you'll leave us be." She grasped his cock, wincing trough the surprise and confusion as she prepared herself for the compromising shame to mine, but even as she tried to gather up her thoughts, a nasty surprise seized tight hold of her.
Mayinjing grabbed her by the back of her head and yanked her forward. Without warning, he rammed his cock to the back of her throat with a hard, stubborn shove. "Let's see if you can even resist this, Avatar. Your girlfriend doesn't have this, does she?" it was a ridiculous thing to ask, but as Korra's eyes widened with shock and his harsh thrusts began, Mayinjing's gloating wasn't going to get any saner or any more decent. He was after something very particular and very merciless, and she was going to have to learn the hard way just how depraved and intense he could get.
Korra wasn't prepared to fight off what hit her, her entire body clenching up in unwelcome shock at the feeling of the thick cock ramming its way forward. Back and forth thrusts let her feel the fullest extent of a girth that made her jaw feel sore immediately from how open she had to force her mouth to be. Mako was a normally endowed guy. Mayinjing was something far, far worse. His cock was direct and relentless, and within a few thrusts he was forcing himself into her throat, driving down deep into her and making her feel something even worse still.
Tighter pulls on the back of her head forced her down toward the dick in motions to meet the thrusts. Korra couldn't help but gag on the treatment, feeling his cock penetrate her throat, feeling him force himself upon her deeper and more senselessly than she had ever experienced before. She couldn't do a damn thing about it, clenching up in wild shock under the pressure and the delirium of suddenly being forced to throat such a massive dick. She wasn't built to handle this. No human could have been. This cock was too much, and her hands grabbed at the powerful, equine thighs in panic, trying to forcibly shove him back and avoid being further plunged into delirium and panic by what hit her, but Mayinjing only pulled her down harder. His stubborn and forceful motions left her with no time to think clearly or respond to this with any hope of dealing with it.
"Does it taste good, Avatar? Inch after inch of horsecock plugging your throat up and grinding on that tongue. Go on, lick it while it fucks your throat. Taste it!" He got louder, his eyes focused down on Korra and on the thrills of making her completely succumb. There was absolutely no hope of pulling back from any of this, a burning certainty wearing down harder against her. Mayinjing was thriving here: he was facefucking the Avatar herself, taking on the prideful delirium and fever of a pleasure much too great to be able to resist, and with each thrust forward, he felt just a bit happier about where he was.
As much as she wished that she could look away, Asami found herself frozen in place, watching the look of worry and confusion on Korra's face as she took all these senseless thrusts down. This was madness, and she didn't know what to say, didn't know how to speak up in Korra's defense. She was mortified y all of this though, trembling in embarrassment as she beheld what was being done to Korra.
What Korra was letting happen to her.
Asami didn't hold that fact against her, but Korra found herself doing so as she accepted every inch of the cock past her lips that she could take. Her head felt dizzy from lack of air, thoughts spiraling deeper out of control and out of sense. She didn't have any good idea of how to handle all of this, but she didn't have much of a choice. And yet, with each push forward, she felt foggier. Not just from the lack of air, but with a growing ache between her legs, some warm and indulgent sensation that she didn't understand and frankly didn't want to understand for fear anything it offered would have simply been her end.
But Mayinjing kept thrusting, and whether she wanted to admit it or not, the taste of his cock was getting to her. Her eyes sank down and her throat relaxed. Her hands went from desperately clinging to Mayinjing's thighs to slumping down at her sides. She was letting this happen and accepting the brutality behind it. Compliant to a fault, she found herself growing intrigued by what hit her, by the delirium and the dizziness of letting him have her. The back and forth of his thrusts became an almost hypnotic indulgence, further dragging her in, making her thoughts spin.
"Does it taste good, Avatar? Does having a cock ravage your throat turn you on?" He took in a deep sniff. "I can smell it! Your arousal. You want this, don't you?" He pounded away faster, focused only on using her and on pushing her into a state of plunging panic and confusion that kept her dizzy. He looked to Asami and said, "Your girlfriend is soaking wet. I think she's enjoying having her face fucked."
Asami shook her head feverishly. "No, she does not. Stop justifying what you're doing!" She was furious with this insane sight, wishing for sense to prevail while falling progressively further into wild embarrassment. She hated everything about this, and the growing concern rising inside of her was driven by a panic so weird and intense that she felt powerless against it. "Korra, it's okay. I'm not mad."
But Korra was slipping. The heat between her legs felt undeniable, and her head even began to rock back and forth, giving in to the pleasures that pushed her, and she wasn't powerful enough to deal with it all. She was giving in so much, and she didn't feel capable of dealing with it. She liked this? No, that couldn't have been right. But there she was, letting it happen, doing nothing to stand up for herself or fight this off. Drool ran down her chin from the wild treatments, thick strands of it clinging to his cock each time it pulled back. Korra was powerless here, and as much as she wished for something to save her, there wasn't any.
Mayinjing worked harder back and forth, greedy flares of passion catching up with him. "Here it comes, Avatar. Let's see how well you can lie!" With a powerful grunt, he began to let loose everything, his cock erupting down Korra's throat. He pulled back, flooding her mouth with so much that she pulled back, coughing and spitting up the jizz onto her clothes while even more fired off all over her face. Mayinjing was a mighty, virile beast, and he was happy to make a complete mess of her. There was no restraint here, and he rode high on the thrill of making a grand mess of Korra, hosing her down and leaving her a complete wreck when he pulled back.
Drenched in semen, breath ragged, and eyes crossed, Korra stared at Mayinjing's cock. It was still hard. She felt dizzy. "Asami," she whined. "I'm so sorry, Asami." She shook her head. "This shouldn't have happened."
"It's okay, Korra. But you did it. You kept your promise. I don't have to forgive you for doing something you were forced to do. Let's go home." Asami's chest was tight. This felt awful. Watching Korra get facefucked induced utter misery within her, and Asami was ready to simply ignore the whole thing and leave. She was mad only at Mayinjing, but she needed to get out of here.
"I'm sorry," Korra said again, before drunkenly shoving forward and beginning to lick all over the flared head of Mayinjing's cock. "It tastes so good. Your cum is so musky. So powerful!" She made out with the slit on his cock, hands grasping him and stroking his shaft every which way. She wasn't able to think clearly, awash in a fugue of cocklust and delirium, but she knew she wanted to keep pushing. Every motion of her tongue served that desperate and dizzy need. There was no sense in fighting it. No choice or reason to hold it back. She was ready, drunk, and compromised.
"Korra?" Asami gasped.
"She's hooked on sucking dick," Mayinjing bragged. "Look at her." He grabbed her head and turned her around to go at the side of his cock, giving a position where Asami could get a good look at Korra's face.
With her eyes crossed and every thought in her mind simply gone, Korra licked all over his cock. "I'm sorry, Asami. But I'm--" She didn't understand just how far gone she was. It wasn't her fault, though: Korra had bee spiked by powerful pheromones and by the strange psychoactive properties of Mayinjing's semen. It induced a strange lust inside of her. A hopeless oral fixation. "I love sucking cock so much! I haven't sucked dick in years, and I never realized how much I missed it until now. I love you, but I have to!" She grabbed hold his dick, pulling herself into position in front of him and shoving her way forward. She slurped Mayinjing's cock back down into her mouth.
Now completely committed, Korra fucked her face down onto it. Gagging and drooling on his huge cock was something she felt proud to give in to, happy to embrace to the fullest extent she could, and there was simply nothing she could do now but give in. She had needs, and those needs were tearing her fully asunder, breaking down her thoughts and bringing about something thoroughly ruinous, something built on a desire to give in.
Asami watched this all with utter agony. She shook in confusion, not knowing what to make of this and wishing desperately for things that weren't this. She was mortified, a completely compromised wreck watching in humiliation and panic at the ways this all played out, wishing for something to save her from this embarrassment. "No," she said. "Korra, what are you doing?" She didn't like this at all. "Korra?"
Korra ignored her. She slurped the cock down deeper, desperately slobbering all over him in total reverence. She didn't feel able to control herself, relentlessly choking herself on his cock and surrendering to the pleasures upon her. She felt powerless against it. The pleasure were was simply tremendous, pulling her deeper into a state of delirium and frustration from which she wouldn't be able to resist. She pulled back at one point, grabbing the dick and smacking it down across her face, relishing in the delirium and pressure of what became progressively more and more insane. "I love this," she moaned, gulping it back down again and redoubling her efforts on speed.
"Your girlfriend is addicted to sucking cock now," Mayinjing groaned. "Not just mine, either. I hope you're ready to deal with this." He laughed, throwing his head back and pumping his hips forward. Korra had taken most of it down herself, but he helped finish things up and ram into her throat. The pressure was overbearing and meant to push her ever deeper into madness. His balls smacked against her drool-slick chin, and Korra responded only with moans, her hands fondling her body all over in a state of ravenous desire.
Tears swelled in Asami's eyes as she beheld this all, trying to make sense of what she beheld and wishing she knew what to say. That couldn't be true, but Korra wasn't acting like herself. The utter derangement behind her actions was insane and impossible to comprehend, but Korra seemed so genuinely committed to it, moved with such certainty. There was no good sense to this, and the more she tried to make sense of it, the worst Asami felt.
Korra didn't care. She choked Mayinjing's dick down and kept pushing, ruining her own throat to indulge in her newfound joy. She was hooked on it, broken down and needing to keep going, to keep giving in, and she didn't care about anything else. The fixation she had now on Mayinjing's cock was deeper than she could possibly realize, but she was ready to accept it. Ready to give in fully. Mayinjing's orgasm was all she cared about, and needier, she threw herself into this, ready to break down completely and ready to unravel at the seams.
The pleasure was too much. With a blunt crash into complete fucking insanity, Mayinjing came again, this time pulling away faster so he could hose Korra down in his load from the start, drenching her in cum. In response, her hands went under her pants, and as she fell to her back and howled in joy, she began to feverishly fingerfuck herself, writhing in the chaos and the pleasure of what she had done. "I love sucking cock!" she screamed, divorced from sense now. Another dose of Mayinjing's cum only deepened her descent, and she was powerless now to fight it.
Asami hit the ground too, loudly sobbing as she beheld what her girlfriend had become. "Let's go home," she said, but Korra wasn't listening.
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"Korra?" Asami called as she came in from work, setting her briefcase down by the door and hanging her coat. She knew Korra had to be home; they had dinner reservations that night, which meant Korra kept her schedule open, and there hadn't been any reports of emergencies around the city, so she must have been somewhere. Maybe napping?
Asami hoped she was napping.
The bedroom door was ajar, and Asami's heart sank as she heard the sounds. Wet, sloppy sucking noises. She resigned herself to her fate as she opened the door and found her fiancée lying with her head off the bed, hand between her legs while some strange man Asami had never seen before throatfucked Korra. Korra had found someone to bring over and keep her occupied for the day.
Asami closed the door and let out a shaky, pained sigh. She didn't have any more tears to shed over what Korra had become, over how she cheated near-daily on Asami. Only orally. That was how she justified it. Korra loved Asami, but she loved sucking dick, so she'd blow guys, but not fuck them. That was supposed to be a consolation for Asami, who was going to have to accept it. She loved Korra too much to cut it off over this, and just kept blaming Mayinjing. It was an excuse she didn't believe, a rationalization she felt was empty. But it was more accurate than she could have ever believed.
Stepping into the spirit world alone, Asami felt downright horrible. She didn't want to be here, and she didn't even know exactly what she was doing, but Asami knew she had to. Her entire love life had come apart at the seams thanks to Mayinjing. The horse spirit had left her girlfriend completely addicted to sucking cock. In moments of lucidity, Korra confessed she didn't even know how, and she wished she knew how to make it stop. Said that if a spirit had cursed her, the spirit could break the curse. Those moments were rare, and most of the time, Korra was happily sucking off men left and right, insisting she didn't want it to stop. Asami felt like trying to bring Korra here to put an end to this wouldn't go well, but Korra was the one who could actually fight a spirit.
And yet there Asami was, ready to try and put up some kind of fight against something she knew she couldn't take.
"Mayinjing!" she called, stumbling through the vastness of the spirit world without even knowing how to find this spirit. She was absolutely about to get into trouble, certain she'd be on the receiving end of some bad times in a short moment, but feeling like her only choice was to try. To stand up for herself and stand up against what this spirit had done, even if she was clueless as to how. She just knew she had to. That was all she understood, but in her desperation, she was here to do anything and everything she could to somehow spare herself the greater indignities awaiting her. She just had to try. She had to fight for Korra. "Mayinjing!" she called again. Over and over, Asami kept yelling it, desperate to find him.
She was probably going to regret that.
"Where is the whor--I mean, Avatar?" rumbled a voice behind Asami. She nearly leapt out of her sin in the process of turning around, staring down the giant horse man lumbering over her. Mayinjing was still big, still imposing, and now absolutely demented looking with the smile he wore. "Too busy sucking cocks to come join you on a stroll?"
"Set her back." Asami stood as fearsome as she could with her disheveled hair and the bags under her eyes. Mayinjing's effects on Korra haunted her, but she had to stand strong here, had to fight against the pressures pushing her. She assumed a combative pose and held steady before the horse man. Her electrified glove crackled, and she was ready to fight. "Fix what you did to my girlfriend! I want her back!"
"What's wrong? Is she choosing the taste of cock over you? Is she too busy sucking off every man she runs into to give you any attention? Maybe the problem isn't that I did anything to her. She just realized how much more fun it is than spending time with you."
Being toyed with did nothing to calm Asami. He was fucking with her, and she wanted none of it. "You made her like this!" she screamed, ready to throw down, ready to take the fight to him and rip him apart with her bare hands if it took it. "And you're going to change her back, even if I have to force you to."
Mayinjing offered up a deep, mocking laugh. "Your glove won't hurt me, and you can't--" While he was gloating again, Asami barged forward, her glove crackling and her fist taking a swing up toward the chest of the beast, coming in from an angle as if seeking to punch up through its rib cage. Mayinjing reached for her elbow, catching it and using her momentum to carry her off of her feet and toward the ground, forcing her around and onto her knees as he shoved forward with the most harsh and merciless of approaches. "Did that go well for you?"
The way he held her on made her hiss in pain. She tried to bend her body away to lean into the way her arm was being pulled, but he kept his pressure and reacted in turn. "I want my girlfriend back," she said, a fierce anger in her eyes, every hope she had resting on the idea that she could lash out at him and get herself free. Somehow.
"I can take pity on you," Mayinjing said, and Asami had no reason to trust in it. She didn't have a choice, though; he held tightly onto her, forcing himself forward. "Why don't I let you see what she saw, and then you can reunite?" He laughed louder, and as Asami immediately began to struggle and recoil back from this, but he held tighter onto her. "Don't fight it. I'll make it all easier. Once you have a taste of my cock you'll be right where you belong: on your knees with your girlfriend slobbering all over dicks together! What a happy ending."
The wild and almost violent shaking of Asami's head came with a sense of absolute panic, but as she tried to inch back away from this, she found herself fully unable to deal with him. She kept her eyes closed, which only left her more vulnerable to the approach of his hardening cock shoving toward her face. His flared, equine shaft offered up its wicked, dark warning to her, but she didn't have much ability to push back against him or fight the approach of his worst impulses. When it prodded against her chin, she could feel everything inside of her body churn in disgust. "I won't," Asami opened her mouth to say, but that only gave Mayinjing what he wanted: an opening to ram forward and drive his massive horsecock down her throat.
Instead of speaking in defiance, Asami choked on his shaft. The struggle was immediate and it was completely overbearing, a rush of panic and worry crashing down onto her at once, forcing her to have to deal with the weird surprise that came with it. How she could even handle it was beyond her, and she was keenly aware of the sensation of her throat struggling, getting spread open by his oversized dick and the threat of his touch. It wasn't something she was built to take, and she wished for a clarity that simply wasn't there.
"It will be easier if you don't struggle," Mayinjing taunted, still holding her arm up. His other hand hit the back of her head, gripping her hair and yanking her back a few inches. "Just let me fuck your mouth and you'll stop fighting it once you taste what she tasted. You'll feel better. Trust me." He was all too eager to taunt her with these worst impulses, forcing her head back and forth, threatening her with the fire and the greed he could muster. He took it slow to start with, savouring the fact the woman he left sobbing when he facefucked her girlfriend was now the one to take his cock.
And sure enough, the tears back. The fear and the panic swirled through Asami with bitter and miserable intensity. She'd never felt anything quite so tense and so certainly awful before, and she didn't know how to make this better as she felt these worries hit her. Her lips slid along Mayinjing's leathery cock, her jaw growing sore and her tongue revolting at the taste. She blew Mako when they were dating, but his cock was nothing compared to such a monstrous beast's. That wasn't a compliment at all; this oversized cock was a threat she didn't know how to handle, and her struggles to take his cock down were becoming more and more of a danger, confusion swirling through her body and leaving her with an aimless sense of bafflement. It hurt to even suck on this.
Not that Mayinjing cared. He worked steadily toward picking up the pace, imposing upon Asami the most wicked of pressures, caring only about making sure she was taken to the limit. His intention was clear and depraved, winding up for the sake of forcing her to suffer through his worst intentions, letting his tight grip and the wicked, brutal fever make her shudder into a state of pure worry. Asami's relentless gagging noises only further excited him, kept him ready to pursue indulgence in its most reckless form. He felt powerful here, compeltely in control, and even though she was a much easier woman to dominate than the Avatar was, she represented his successes in an insane way, made him feel even better about the depraved situation he had built up for himself here.
Drool ran down Asami's chin as he got to a good pace. He worked with shameless and rapturous desire to make her suffer, demanding indulgence on her part that felt completely mad. To be stripped bare of all sense and forced into submission on her knees was the worst outcome, and the taste of his cock working rubbing against her tongue filled her with hopeless revulsion. She loathed this, but she felt powerless to do anything about it, forced into a deep and hopeless submission, forced to take this on and suffer without much sense of direction or sense. She had to take it, forced to continue serving him, stumbling into a chaos that wouldn't let up while needing to do something, anything, to help herself.
So why wasn't she? Asami remained in his clutches, doing nothing to fight him off. Not using her other hand to push him back, not biting his dick, not making any effort to fight him off. She didnt even know why herself, but as his cock continued to throb and pulse in its approach at using her, she felt the hopeless flares of heat and wickedness continue, a dizzy wreck wishing for stability and completely failing to find any. Her body was lost to a sense of sweeping heat continuing to rise up through her, and she felt completely powerless here, struggling against the way he took her and learning the hard way that she didn't have any good way to free herself.
And still, his cock throbbed. It ached and pulsed and threatened her with what she knew would be absolute ruin. It was a miserable rush of feelings that all hit her with only one intense and feverish goal to it all: to break her down. she couldn't escape it, growing more panicked and confused with each of his slams forward. The glee with which Mayinjing took to using her was absolutely too much to handle, every ache and pulse of heat through her body feeling now like a threat. An overactive and harsh threat forcing her deeper. Asami stared up at him, seeing him in his most dominant posture, his most wicked and callous intentions crashing down on her with the most forceful and bitter of panics.
Mayinjing continued his wicked thrusts forward. The sensation of him cramming down her gullet forced Asami to deal with the ugly realities of a pressure she was powerless against. At a moment's notice, he was going to cum, and Asami knew that when he did, she'd be hit with all the same things that ruined Korra. It terrified her, and she trembled where she knelt, fearing the loss of control, fearing the addiction and the frenzy that would take her. It was a nightmarish outcome, but no part of her was able to make this stop. She was just lost to it.
Even knowing it was coming, filled with dread but certain of what would happen, nothing could have prepared Asami for what actually followed as Mayinjing came. He erupted down her throat, then yanked his cock back, firing off shot after shot of spunk all the while, gushing all over her, filing her mouth, and then blasting her face with more. It was too much, its worst excesses forcing Asami to taste, swallow, and even just breathe in the scent of Mayinjing's musky seed.
The effects were immediate. A throb between her legs. Her mouth watering. Everything spun around her, and Asami fell into the utter bafflement of certain ruin. She wished she was better able to deal with these sudden pressures, a sweep of ruinous intent washing over her and forcing her to suffer through all the most depraved and brutal of intentions. She looked at Mayinjing's cock again, twitching before her eyes. "It's so big," she whined. "It's so..."
"There you go," Mayinjing said. "Are you ready to go run back to your girlfriend now?" He knew the answer already.
Asami didn't. Asami needed to take a moment to come around to the realization she was transfixed by the sight of his cock. It was too much for her to take; without a second thought, she dove forward, throating his cock of her own volition and plunging into the delirium of letting the fuck go. She gagged him down with an earnest sense of burning passion, ready to throw everything away and embrace her worst impulses, forsaking dignity for something trashy and vile and absolutely irresistible.
"Oh? What happened to caring so much about your girlfriend? Don't you 'want her back'?" Mayinjing knew this was how it would end, and he couldn't contain his wicked mockery, gloating loudly and without restraint as he marveled at the sight of her struggling her way into taking his cock. This was insanity, a show of complete frenzy and panic manifesting without sense or restraint. All he had to do was give up to it now, throwing himself forward and allowing the pleasures to transcend sense. He soaked in the sight of her degrading herself, enjoying the frenzied heat she threw herself forward with, all momentum driven by a desperation and a heat that clearly wasn't controllable a moment longer.
Gagging him down and savouring the worship of this huge cock, Asami felt better than she ever had before. He'd let go of her hand without her realizing it, and with her freedom, the first thing she did was toss her glove off and jam her fingers down her pants. No hesitation, no waiting. Just a mad, hopeless fingerfucking, the driven hunger and heat of losing herself and losing all sense. It was a pleasure she couldn't deny herself, and the chance to fall deeper into this frenzy of devotion and decadence left her reeling. Asami cared about only one thing, and that was slobbering all over Mayinjing's massive cock. Everything she'd come here for, every good sense and thought in her head, all simply broke down completely.
The back and forth of her head was a frenzied, hopeful mess of need. Complete subservience to the pressures upon her left Asami hopeless, a complete wreck struggling to make any sense at all of the feelings consuming her, and with every motion of her head back and forth, she wished for clarity that wasn't there. It was too much, damning her to fate she was too far gone to even care about hating, and with every motion of her head, she let it take her further, let it push her further into this state of hopeless obedience. Mayinjing's cock tasted too good, his musky seed all over her face and providing her with plenty of aroma to huff while she threw everything deeper into the chaos.
"Maybe you never cared about fixing her anyway," Mayinjing sneered.
That was when Asami realized the truth. When the layers of justification and insistence all melted away abruptly and her thoughts simply shut down. Asami came here to fail. Asami came here to end up right where she was, breaking down and turning into an addicted cocksucking slut. It was undeniable to her now. Shutting her mind off and becoming the same sort of mindless creature of lust was what she was too afraid to admit she wanted, but now, jerking her head along Mayinjing's cock and hopelessly surrendering to his dominance, there was no running from that truth, no hiding how she truly felt. There was just simplicity here, just a pleasure and a passion that ripped to the very heart of what she needed most, and it was finally time to give up to it.
Drooling, gagging, struggling to even begin to deal with the sweet euphoria of letting go, Asami gave up happily. Her eyes were blank and rolled back in her head. She felt empty and lost and hopeless, fully committed to a passion that consumed her utterly. She savoured the hopeless devotions behind this treatment, a struggling wreck sputtering on the huge cock she worshiped, lost to the most beautiful of tensions and to a surrender that made all of her thoughts simply melt away. It was everything to her now, a pleasure and a fever so passionate and fiery that she couldn't grasp it a moment longer. She welcomed what hit her, welcomed the chance to unravel here. She needed it.
Those needs transcended everything even approaching reason or sense. To give in like this was sublime, plunging Asami deeper into the hopeless fever and the fire of breaking down. All sense left her, all semblance of reason simply an obstacle. She served Mayinjing on her knees in complete acceptance, craving the taste of his cum again. Once she made peace with why she was here, there was no more reason to think, and so she simply stopped doing so, threw herself into the ravenous acceptance and desire of a pleasure that transcended reason and decency, and she savoured every second of it.
Not as much as she savoured the suddenness of Mayinjing's cock erupting in her mouth, though. This time, he let her drink it, let her guzzle down every drop of his load directly. It overflowed in her mouth, left her drooling more onto her body, but she didn't care, holding tight in the face of it all and suffering to the sloppy service and devotion of letting go. It was everything to her, and she savoured the utter insanity of falling victim to her worst impulses and her most fearsome passions. There felt like no sanity left. Only surrender. Only the breakdown of sense as she chugged his cum down and accepted what she was, eyes bugged out and all restraint leaving her. Her head didn't stop moving, and the thought of going home was one that simply didn't occur to her, and wouldn't for hours to come.
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Korra didn't look toward the bedroom door when it opened. She remained down there, working her head along the girthy cock of the man she'd brought home with her this time. She had no idea where Asami was. She didn't care. She just sucked, in her own world and fully fixated on doing whatever she had to do get off. That was all that ever mattered, and she was fearless in her plunge into this madness.
Which made it all the more shocking when she heard, "Move over."
Korra did finally respond, turning her head and catching Asami standing there, her hair a complete mess, her eyes bugged out. "Asami?" The sight of her girlfriend clearly in distress gave her pause, made her snap back into reality for a moment again. "What are you doing?" She pulled away from the man's lap and moved toward Asami. The moments of clarity where she wasn't completely cockcrazed were ones where she felt nothing but sorry for the way she was, and wanted to always do anything she could to soothe Asami's frustrations.
But Asami moved right past Korra, down to her knees, and promptly throated the man herself.
The nice thing about being two of the most famous women in Republic City and also being outrageously beautiful was that finding men who would let them suck their cocks was almost trivial in its ease. There was so much cock to go around and no reason for the two girlfriends to fight over it. Not when they could instead end up surrounded by men who all crowded in with their big dicks in their faces. Especially when the men were then also cockslapping them stupid, grinding against them, letting their noses fill with the intoxicating aroma of cock.
They didn't even think about competing to see who could suck dick the best or who could get the most men off. "I love cock." Asami moaned while she seized hold of a dick, rubbing it along her tongue and preparing herself before she sucked it down completely.
"I love you too," Korra whined, absent-minded and distant while started to lick all over one of the dicks in front of her.
When Asami came back addicted to sucking cock after her own run-in with Mayinjing, Korra was overjoyed. They were reunited again and Asami understood, freeing them both from the grip of all the ugly judgment and pesky 'thinking' that got in the way of things. As much as Korra had put distance between them, she was happy to be back to back with her girlfriend even if their love life now consisted of them sucking cocks side by side rather than any real sense of intimacy.
But maybe this was intimacy. As the two began to worship the dicks in front of them, it felt like this was all either really needed. There was nobody they would have rathered share cocks with now, and it was all so wonderful and senseless to give in to.
Korra's approach was to take two cocks in hand, pumping madly along the shafts while she licked them every which way, letting her lips only wrap around them for brief bursts of energy amid much sloppier excitement. "Your cocks taste so sweaty today," she moaned, laughing her way through sticking her tongue out and smacking the dicks down upon her tongue before she resumed her licks again. "I love a hard working man. Their cocks taste so much better."
Asami's approach was a little more 'refined', if refinement was all about relaxing her throat and choking down cocks, going hands-free on the pair of dicks in front of her. She gagged on one of them amid the sloppy, deep sucking she offered, spit strands spraying off in every direction in her erratic and frenzied passion, the sloppy heat only building up before she moved on to suck the other down with similar intensity, leaving the other man to wait his turn for more attention, but with the rich girl's pristine, spasming throat clenched tight around his cock, both men were willing to share and to be as patient as they needed to be.
They were in their own worlds here, neither really thinking much about the other's actions or about trying to talk. Taking meant they weren't sucking cock, after all, and that wasn't okay. They had to keep sucking, had to indulge the ravenous addictions that now burned within them. A fate of being a sloppy cockslut wasn't one that bothered Asami at all; she was happy to simply be right up against Korra's back, to be there sharing this with her. Mayinjing had fixed everything up for her so well and brought them together, in her deranged understanding of the situation.
"I can't believe you two do this," one of the men groaned. "I thought you were girlfriends." He slapped his cock across Asami's face after she pulled back from throating him.
"We are," was Asami's useless, unexplaining reply as she gobbled the other dick down, following it up with the sloppy, "glurk gulk gack," that further flaunted how sloppy she could be. In her cum-addled mind, there was no contradiction here. They were girlfriends, yeah. And they sucked cock together. They shared a man or they got blowbanged together. It was all pleasure and indulgence for the two lovers and their distant, spacey sexual explorations, indulgences growing weirder and messier amid every push forward. This was all getting weirder, fiercer, and as they worked the men over so hard, their sloppy efforts all came perfectly together for them now.
Korra's messy licks gave way to a bit more sucking, but she remained aggressive, forceful and mobile in sucking these cocks, needing to continue toying back and forth with the possibilities and the excitements of so completely losing herself. It was all happening, and happening on a scale that had her craving more. She needed it, ready and reckless, spurred on by the messy noises that Asami made behind her. She was having so much fun here. "You're such a hot cocksucker," she called back over her shoulder, but she had no intention of making it a conversation.
No, the real time for the couple to indulge came when the men were pleased, and that was a moment they still had to work toward. Their desperate attention and fever grew messier and weirder, too sloppy to handle while they made a show of this chaos, sucking and stroking and gagging their way through the two men each that they had before them. Korra's aggressive approach and Asami's hopeless throat slavery both had similar effects, a profound insanity that weighed down now upon them both while they pulled the men in to the limit of reason and sense.
With hot, hopeless groans, the men lost themselves all over the faces and into the mouths of the Avatar and her inventor girlfriend. Streaks of cum splattered all over them and they kept their hands and mouths active to milk out every drop they could, wringing the cocks dry before they turned in toward one another and began the more 'girlfriendly' activities that made Asami's corruption and turn into cocksucking addiction such a wonderful matter.
Asami shoved forward, licking the pearly white spunk off of the brown skin that it contrasted against so perfectly. She didn't go for Korra's lips, just licking all over her face, sampling up all the salty spunk that had been shot all over her. Korra did the same, her tongue running all over the pale, pretty face of her beautiful girlfriend and savouring the chance to clean her up. The cum tasted amazing, their bodies shaking and their heads spinning through this dizzying ecstasy. Cum as their drug, all either needed, and the relief of pursuing it brought them into a state of wicked excitement now. They loved every second of writhing against one another, of letting the pleasure rip them both utterly asunder now, and there was just no reason to want to behave.
When finally they met in the middle, it was almost chaste. "No kisses yet," Korra purred while she slipped around in front of Asami, Asami in turn filling the space where Korra had just been. They moved into place to tend to the men the other had sucked off, wanting to keep the excitement rolling by offering themselves up to more dick and more cum.
"Facefuck me," Asami moaned, opening her mouth wide, blatantly drooling while she looked at the men who her girlfriend had just served.
"Grab me by the skull and rape my throat," Korra agreed, eyes lidding in desperate hunger.
The girls got what they wished as the men grabbed tight old of them and shoved forward. The girls had set the pace on their first bursts, the sloppy cock worship of varying colours that let them explore and indulge at their speeds. Now, the men were in charge, hands seizing hold of hair and hard shoves forward starting to ravage their throats with newfound vigor and depravity.
For Korra, that meant finally having something in her throat after so long at playing mostly external. She gagged extra hard on the cock that rammed down first, clearing things out and loosening her up so that when the other man swabbed her throat, he could go down a little smoother, but with no less noise. Korra never tried to shy away from making noise or from gagging as loud and as hard as she could. Why would she? Men loved making a woman gag. When that was the most powerful bender in the world, it was just extra enticing, a wicked thrill that could keep her burning brighter in the sloppy shoves forward, a delirious rush of fever and fire to keep appreciating. Korra was tightly in control of herself now, ready to keep losing all focus and control to a moment complete cut off from reason now.
Drool dripped down her chin and onto her breasts while she endured these brutal back and forth treatments. The men were good about taking turns and sharing her mouth. Most were. Korra and Asami were firm about that when they recruited guys in, and the privilege of fucking the mouth of women like this was well worth whatever rules had to be followed. But in those little, brief flashes of switching, Korra was happy to moan things like, "I'm your throat whore," and completely debase herself. It made them harder. They loved it.
Asami didn't do a lot of talking, but she did a lot of choking, which was far better. She kept her mouth open wide for threes brutal treatments, wanting to receive all the worst attention and fire, all the most beautifully deranged attention now, and she was happy to let it all ruin her. She needed it. She craved the satisfaction of her throat being clogged up and her breath simply stopping. All for cock. Warm, hard, thick cock crammed down her throat and blocking a bodily function, dominating her completely. She'd never seen it for how amazing it was until she was right there accepting it all, until she was guzzling cum several times a day and her only thought was how she could get more cum.
Her pussy throbbed with need, but she ignored every bit of it. Why would she care about her cunt? Orgasms didn't feel as good as drinking down cum did. Servicing these men was all she could wrap her head around, all she needed in the dizzy throes of a pleasure she was powerless to fight, and with every push down, she continued to struggle and gag and lose herself to the beautiful insanity that forced her down. This was getting out of hand, too wicked and too senseless for her thoughts to process any of it, but she was so happy to continue losing herself to this madness, a spectacular form of insanity that only felt more and more rewarding as she let it happen.
Slick, slippery cocks continued to brutalize the women's throats, adding on the sloppy chaos of noises that the girls reveled in making and which the men could only be driven on by even more of. The chaos behind these pleasures knew no reason, the endless and boundaryless spectacle of chaos coming on with so little restraint now that it almost didn't seem real. There was just too much pleasure here to help, the inescapable and the unrelenting thrill of pure ecstasy coming with less and less focus to it, until they were simply falling apart at the seams, but doing so together. That was where the magic was. That was what made this mean so much to them both.
The unrelenting delight of continuing to fall deeper worked its senseless toll on them both. Unbearable excitement carried them progressively lower, deeper into frustration, deeper into the sort of empty and aimless bliss where they had no power now over their own demise. This was how they needed it, how the pleasure could take them fully over the line. These men they didn't know used them without a care. Without dignity. These men knew who they were. All of Republic City did. There was an unevenness to this, to the anonymity of these men getting their cocks serviced by these two famous women debasing themselves for their hit. It was degrading, but that only further emphasized to them both that this was precisely where they needed to be, and that only this pleasure could satisfy their ravenous wants.
It was under the pressure of having their throats fucked that writhing, cross-eyed ecstasy took hold of both women. They didn't care about restraint now, letting the pleasure escalate so far past reason and normalcy that all either had left was the chance to give in and to slurp down the loads they were about to earn. And the men gave it to them. The first guy they got off came in their mouths, then the second dipped into the mess of gooey spit and spunk to finish off too, leaving them both to enjoy the double dose of semen.
In her haste, Asami swallowed hers. "I'm sorry, Korra! I can't wait!" she squealed, gasping for air while semen dripped down her chin and mingled with the spit strands. She was a wreck, unprincipled and still not as experienced as Korra.
But that only gave Korra more leverage. She turned around and grabbed Asami's hair, yanking her head sharply back, and wordlessly leaning over her, starting to drool the cum out of her mouth in thick globs that dripped down into the waiting, open mouth of a woman fully committed now to filth Asami swallowed the drooled semen, her eyes locking with Korra's in this moment of bizarre intimacy.
This was sex for them now. This was romance. Korra shoved forward to kiss her girlfriend, and snowballing was the main reason they kissed one another anymore. Korra shared the cum she still had with Asami, then pulled back and spat more of it into her mouth. "You should have joined me the first time," she insisted, spitting in her mouth again.
Asami nodded in dizzy, fuck-dumb agreement. Then she spat back into Korra's mouth. "I'm sorry," was all she could muster, but as their tongues met together, that was all either needed. The satisfaction they felt in sharing this cum overwhelmed any semblance of reason now. They had what they needed. They had all they needed.
The men jerked off over the two women who made out for a startlingly long time. They didn't need cock right now, simply toying with the cum and with each other, spit getting everywhere in these sloppiest of kisses, but they reveled in it. As long as there was cum to play with, they'd stay happy, and when the men forced themselves in to cum into their mouths again, they realized how long they had been at these kisses. But they weren't ashamed. No, they just went right back to it with all the new cum to play with.
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Hand in hand, Korra and Asami walked through the Spirit World as girlfriends, like they had that first time they strode through the boundary together. Asami was snug in against Korra, happily keeping against her warmth and knowing she was safe here. "I'm not afraid," Asami said. "Your big arms just make a girl feel safer."
"You can feel as safe as you want to," Korra promised. In truth, neither were doing something safe now. Or sane. They inched progressively closer to the kind of insanity that would surely be their demise if they let it, but neither could contain this excitement or keep from accepting that what they needed lay here. They didn't even know if they were in the right place to find what they were after, if they had made a mistake or if the spirit they were after had moved.
But then came the obnoxious neighing sound from behind, and they both knew they had come to the right place.
"So it worked. You whores are reunited." Mayinjing strode confidently forward while Asami and Korra turned around. There stood his proud, aching horsecock, that eternal reminder of his virility and his dominance.
Neither woman offered a word. They hadn't come here to talk to the spirit who had corrupted them both. They didn't need to. Words were simply not something that either cared about sharing now, instead pursuing the sweet plunge down to their knees so they could take his cock in hand and bring their mouths down upon it in unison. It was only right that they praise and thank and worship Mayinjing's cock for bringing them together by sharing it on their knees as a happily reunited couple whose bond was stronger than ever.