Chapter 22 - Training with Unalaq

Asami’s head was still reeling from the events last night. Apparently, her girlfriend had to learn how to restore sexual balance, and dark fuck-spirits would keep attacking until she did.

Meanwhile, Asami had to get back to Republic City. Taking a vacation with Korra had been a lot of fun, but her company was under serious pressure after her father had been revealed to be an Equalist supporter.

The issue was revenue. A lot of their patents had been seized by the government since they had been used to fund Equalist weaponry. Future Industries needed something new, and they needed it now.

Luckily, she thought she had found something. Another inventor was on the island, a crazy guy named Varrick and his deadpan assistant Zhu Li. They were explaining how it worked to her now.

“So make a long story short,” Varrick concluded, “we can point this camera at stuff, record it, and then project the image so that people can watch. I call it a mover! It’s basically magic.”

“It’s science,” Zhu Li said.

“This is incredible!” Asami said. “You could make so much money. People would pay to see recordings of unusual or incredible things—you could even film a play and show it to people all over the world.”

“I already have ideas for original stories that could only be told through movers.”

“I’d love to invest.”

“Sold!” He shook Asami’s hand.

“We’re not selling anything,” Zhu Li clarified.

“Invested!” He shook Asami’s hand harder. “I’ve got to get back to Republic City pronto. I’ll be in touch!”

Excited to get to work on a new project, Asami found Korra with Unalaq and the rest of her family. They kissed and said their goodbyes, then made out while saying goodbye, then scissored, then said goodbye for real. Korra was left with Unalaq, and she was eager to begin her training.

“Okay,” she said, “teach me how to beat up dark spirits.”

Unalaq shook his head. “Korra, dark spirits cannot be fought by punching and kicking. Defeating them is about achieving sexual balance.”

“Okay, teach me how to do that.”

They sat across from each other in meditative poses. “Korra, tell me, what does sex mean to you?”

Korra cocked her head. “Uh, I don’t know, it’s just something that happens to me a bunch. It’s like breathing, only I’m inhaling cocks instead of air.”

“What do you feel when you have sex?”

“When I’m with Asami, I feel love,” Korra admitted. “When I’m getting raped by Equalists, it’s like ‘Aw, man.’ When I’m fucking random people for random reasons, it’s like, ‘What time is it?’”

“Do you ever feel guilty about having extramarital sex?”

“What do you mean?” said Korra, blinking innocently at him, like a cute owl that had been asked why it sucked so much dick.

“Where I live, we only have sex monogamously,” said Unalaq. “Only with our married partner, and only for the purpose of procreation, and only in the missionary position.”

“Whoa,” said Korra, her mouth falling open, which normally meant a dick was about to be sucked. “You only have sex with your wife? In only one position?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s horrible!” Korra exclaimed. “I’d go crazy and fuck a polar bear dog for some relief.”

“No, that’s bad, don’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Korra, sex is a sacred thing. When you use it as a way to get off, this angers the spirits. Creating life is a holy act, but you treat sex like a game. Sex is the sacred bridge between people and spirits, but when you, the Avatar, disgrace that bridge, this throws everything out of balance. That is why the dark spirit attacked you.”

“What do I have to do?” she asked.

“You must abstain from sexual intercourse. Get married, then have vanilla sex for procreation only.”

“No way! I wanna fuck lots of people.”

“If you do, you put us all at risk.”

Korra put her chin on her hand. “So you’ve never had sex with anyone but your wife?”

“Never.”

“No anal? Blowjobs? Bondage? Spanking?”

He shuddered. “No. Never. Sex is too sacred to be debased like that.”

“But don’t you want to fuck sexy girls in all kinds of ways?” Korra bounced her tits in her hands at him. “Guys like this stuff.”

He looked away, blushing. “Korra, I know you’re very open about these things, but please respect the fact that I’m a married man.”

“You must have a fantasy. Titfucking? Foot stuff? Making a girl lick your cum out of a bowl?”

He put his hands over his ears. “Stop!”

“What’s the big deal?” She grinned and leaned forward, tugging his hands away from his face. “You’ve never imagined a girl’s face between your legs, her lips wrapped around your cock?”

“I’ve, imagined, but….”

Korra pretended to pout. “You’ve never even once fantasized about me sucking your dick? My warm, wet tongue running up and down your shaft, my big blue eyes looking up at you….”

He shuddered when he looked at her. “Korra, you are my niece, I….”

“I fuck my mom and dad all the time. Didn’t you ever want to do that with anyone?”

He looked away in shame. “I…I did once want to sleep with your mother.”

Korra laughed and clapped her hands gleefully at this bit of gossip. “So why didn’t you?”

“I did confess my feelings to her, but…she chose your father.”

“So?” Korra’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Why didn’t you and Dad double team her?”

“I would not betray my brother’s trust!”

“What trust?” said Korra, genuinely baffled. “If you want to have sex with someone, just have sex with them.”

Unalaq spoke very rapidly and tried to explain things about monogamy to Korra, who swiftly got bored. While he babbled on, she reached out and started undoing his pants.

“K-Korra!” he squeaked. “What are you doing?”

She chuckled as she pulled his pants down. “Come on,” she purred. “Now’s your chance to have sex with someone who looks a lot like my mom.”

He swallowed helplessly. Korra pulled out his dick and stroked it, licking her lips as it hardened to its full size. “Do you want to call me Senna?” she grinned as her fingers ran up and down his shaft. “Or Korra? Or the Avatar?”

He looked like he was having trouble computing what was happening. “I, uh, oh spirits.”

Korra smirked. “I’ll be your Senna.” She batted her eyelashes at him, then bent over and wrapped her lips around his cock.

Unalaq never stood a chance. His eyes rolled up and his cock started throbbing painfully as soon as Korra touched him. He’d only ever had sex with one woman in his entire life, and only ever in one position. Now he was being blown by a thick-thighed, fat-titted teenage Avatar who had mastered every sexual act. He came instantly, blowing a thick, pent-up wad of cum into Korra’s mouth.

“Mmm,” she said, licking her lips and opening her mouth to show him all the gooey cum inside. Then she swallowed, opened her mouth again to show him it was all gone, and grinned. “Thanks for the load.”

Unalaq barely had any strength left. “K-Korra, I….”

“No,” she said, putting a hand on his chest. She pushed him down onto his back, crawling on top of him. “Call me Senna.”

He gulped. “S-Senna, I always dreamed, b-but—”

She put a finger over his lips to shush him. “I’m going to make all your dreams come true.”

Her clothes came off and her hot sex sank down onto his cock. Unalaq made a sound like a dying goose. The Avatar’s pussy was perfectly molded to wring his cock dry. It gripped him like a wet, warm, velvety love-glove that stroked and worked his cock. He was unused to sex in this position, and in most positions, but his hips rose instinctively to meet her, at least until her own powerful thrusts forced him back down. She rode him like a bull, except she was the bull and the rider. And he was the dick under the bull, which wasn’t part of the metaphor, but his brain wasn’t working so well at the moment.

Korra leaned over him and pulled his face into her tits. While he suffocated in the pillowy heaven of her chest, her ass slapped his thighs and her pussy squeezed on his cock in ways he had never imagined. 

“Korra!” he wheezed. “Please, mercy—“

“Senna,” she corrected him.

“Senna,” he said. “Oh, spirits—”

Unalaq came again, a shuddering splurt up into Korra’s cunt. Korra released him from her tit prison. “You’re lacking in stamina and technique, but your loads are thick,” she said. “It doesn’t seem like married life is giving your balls all the milking that they need. But don’t worry.” She grinned. “We’re going to change that.”

That night was the most insane night of Unalaq’s life. Korra sucked him, fucked him, stuck her finger up his ass, fondled his balls, and wanked his cock off with her tits. All the while, she insisted that he call her Senna. She even took her hair down so that she looked more like her mom.

There was no logical way that Unalaq should have been able to survive. The positions and techniques that Korra introduced him to were as alien as the spirits. His hips were using muscles he hadn’t known he had, and his mouth was exhausted from sucking on her nipples and licking her pussy. Yet his balls, though sore from slapping against her ass and chin, were the only part of him that were keeping up with the insanity. He came again and again. Years of backed up orgasms that had been held back from him by his wife-only, missionary-sex-for-procreation lifestyle were all being unleashed by Korra. Even after having attended the Big Cum Bending Spirit Bending Cum Fuck Festival, Unalaq had never seen one girl swallow so much cum.

When morning came, Unalaq was dried out, physically and mentally exhausted, and terrified of the Avatar. She was still bouncing on him, riding his dick while she slapped his face. 

“Who’s my mommy? Who’s my mommy?” she demanded.

“You are!” he quavered. “You’re your mother! You’re Senna!”

She milked another orgasm out of him, then emptied her pussy out with her fingers and licked them clean. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

He was too dazed to answer. 

Uncle Unalaq had two children of his own, a son named Desna and a daughter named Eska. After he’d tapped out, he’d sent the two of them to try to tame the Avatar’s unbalanced sexual impulses.

“Suck his cock!” commanded Korra as she pressed on the back of Eska’s head. The sister was doing her best to obey, awkwardly squeezing her mouth around her brother’s cock.

Desna was whimpering pathetically. “Avatar, please, have mercy. I can’t keep cumming!”

Korra slapped his ass. “What are you talking about? You’ve only nutted four times since we started an hour ago. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us!”

Sighing, she stuck a finger up his butt to get him hard again in his sister’s mouth. Something was wrong with the Northern Cum Tribe. Apparently, Eska and Desna had never even had sex with each other before tonight. That was crazy. If Korra had siblings, she would fuck them all the time.

They’d approached her confidently, telling her it was time for her to learn how to balance her sexual desires. So she’d balanced things out by having Eska lick her cunt while Desna ate her asshole. Once the pecking order was firmly established, she had a lot of fun experimenting with their inexperienced, virgin bodies, which was a rarity on the South Pole. She’d stuck a couple of fingers up Eska’s pussy and made her cousin cum just by squelching around in her a little while tugging off Desna with her other hand.

Korra made them fuck each other. She gave tips and pointers and showed them where to position their hands and legs. She had Desna on top first, pounding his sister missionary style, then showed Eska how to ride him. She got out a strap-on and took Eska’s ass from behind while she fingered Desna’s asshole, the two siblings on all fours next to each other while Korra made them cum like the inexperienced former virgins that they were. Then for balance she fucked Desna’s ass while she taught Eska knelt behind her and learned how to rim. Once they’d had enough practice, she brought them in to see her parents so that Eska could blow Tonraq while Desna licked Senna. She sent them scurrying off back to Unalaq after the family bonding session was through.

Korra yawned. She hoped Asami was having a good time in Republic City.



Asami was not having a good time in Republic City. Her father’s business was still under investigation from the police since he’d been supporting the Equalists and supplying weapons and funding to them. A lot of their patents and industry were focused on weapons of war that she couldn’t sell. And a lot of people had quit or been fired over the whole affair, so Future Industries was struggling.

As the young, pretty, female CEO who had inherited the position, Asami couldn’t afford to show weakness. The problem was, she didn’t have anything to show instead of weakness either. All of their products were geared for battle or otherwise under investigation or seized by the police. And she had to deal with the personal attacks of being the daughter of a terrorist.

So after a few hectic days of trying to set her house in order, she went to see Varrick and Zhu Li about his device for making movers.

“This is the greatest invention in the history of inventing,” said Varrick confidently. “Point it at whatever you want, it’ll record the whole thing, and then you can distribute it for mass consumption.”

Asami turned the device around in her hands. “I’m interested,” she said. “But I have just one question. What do you actually do with these movers? What could be so interesting that thousands of people would pay to see it?”

“Lots of things!” barked Varrick. “People making sandwiches! Birds fighting other birds!  The way that metal rusts!”

“Narratives,” said Zhu Li. “Stories.”

“Yeah, that!” said Varrick.

“What kind of stories?” Asami asked.

“A man wants to be recognized for his genius, gets rejected by society, takes it out on his beautiful assistant!” said Varrick.

“We’ve tested several kinds of movers,” Zhu Li said. “The most popular by far was, er, it involved….”

“Naked ladies!” said Varrick.

Asami’s eyebrows went up.

“It turns out men, and some women, will pay quite a lot of money to see movers of attractive girls in various states of undress,” said Zhu Li. “And doing things while undressed.”

“What things specifically?”

“Fucking,” said Varrick.

“And sucking,” said Zhu Li.

“Porking.”

“Humping.”

“Bonking.”

“Screwing.”

“Doinking.”

“Riding the flagpole.”

“Doing the slap-and-tickle.”

“Bumping uglies—”

“I get it!” said Asami. “You film people having sex and sell it.”

“That about covers it,” said Varrick.

“So where do I come in?”

“We need your investment to scale our operation,” Zhu Li explained. “With your funds we can build more cameras, get a studio, a director, and hire the most attractive actors.”

“I’m in,” Asami decided. “Where do we start?”



“OOOOOGH!” said Korra intelligently. She was currently stuffed from both ends by a pair of dark spirits with dicks thicker than her thighs, bloating her out so thoroughly that she looked like a poorly conceived sex toy made out of a hollowed cucumber. When they came, so much cum impacted together inside her that when they finally pulled out of her throat and ass, she spun around in the air for a minute as cum propelled out of both ends of her body before she finally hit the ground.

“This proves nothing,” she said after Unalaq cleared the dark spirits away. “I’m balanced as fuck.”

While the Avatar got cleaned up, Unalaq took his family over to have a private discussion.

“Holy shit,” said Unalaq.

“Holy shit,” Eska and Desna agreed.

“Okay, the Avatar is crazy,” Unalaq said. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“We have to do something,” Eska said. “If the Avatar continues to be unbalanced like this, the dark spirits will keep coming.”

“Well, I’m terrified of her,” Unalaq said. “We need back up. It’s time to bring in the army.”

“Is that a figure of speech?” Eska asked.

“No, let’s literally bring our entire army down here and take over. It’s the only way to save the Southern Cum Tribe from itself.”

