Chapter 24 - Unalaq's Tragic Backstory

When Korra woke up, she had just two questions. 

“What’s going on?” she asked. “And why am I chained up?”

Korra was indoors, in the main meeting hall of the Southern Cumbending Tribe. She was seated on the floor with chains wrapped around her body, binding her to a central column. Her ankles were tied together with rope, and her arms were knotted behind her back.

Unalaq stepped forward. Korra was surrounded by lots of Northern Cumbending Tribesmen. No one from the Southern Cumbending Tribe was there.

“Korra, we have a problem,” Unalaq said. “Dark spiritual energy is taking over the world. People are fucking, and it’s all your fault.”

“My fault? I didn’t do anything!”

“You were supposed to bring balance! Instead, you’ve spent your entire life having sexual intercourse like some kind of loose woman!”

“I know,” said Korra. “I’m working on it.”

“Korra, I haven’t seen you in a month, and when I got back, you were in the middle of being absolutely obliterated by a dark spirit.”

“I said I’m working on it!” Korra said angrily. “There’s no need to shove my failures in my face. I get dicks shoved in my face all the time, so there’s no room for other things.”

“You’re not working fast enough. The world is in grave danger. I’ve decided to take charge of the South Pole.”

“What do you mean?”

“My soldiers have taken over the Southern Cumbending Tribe. It’s time to cut out the root of the corruption at the heart of your impurities.”

“No!” Korra begged. “Not breast reduction surgery!”

“No, shut up. Your boobs aren’t the issue. The problem is the Southern Cum Bending Tribe itself. Yes, we bend semen, but the Southern Cum Bending Tribe has lost touch with the spiritual roots of this practice. They treat sex as if it exists for pleasure, not reproduction, and commit all manner of depraved acts just to feel good.”

“So? What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s immoral!” Unalaq shouted. He was suddenly quite scary. Korra shrank back against the column as his face darkened. “All you sexy people just fucking all the time! Getting your cum and jizz everywhere! Everywhere I look, it’s nothing but threesomes and foursomes and orgies.”

“It’s love!”

“It’s depraved! And letting this go on led to the creation of you, the sluttiest Avatar in all of history!”

“People like me!”

“They like fucking you, and fapping to pictures of you that make it in the newspapers.”

“Isn’t that the same as liking me?”

“No! I loved your mother,” Unalaq swallowed, suddenly choked with emotion, “and that didn’t mean fucking her all the time.”

Unalaq began to tell his tragic story.



Eighteen years ago

The Northern Cumbending Tribe had more than fully recovered from the attack of the Pussy Nation decades ago. The main city was bigger and more prosperous than ever before, and its women were particularly beautiful.

The most beautiful girl in the entire tribe was Senna. Unalaq was in love with her. Who wouldn’t be? She had a soft, kind face, beautiful blue eyes, a bright, happy, dazzling smile, and long brown hair that she kept in two pigtails that she wore in front of her shoulders. Only a teenager, her body was the envy of everyone around her. 

Luckily for everyone around her, Senna was extremely generous with this bounty of hers. She believed in giving back to the community.. Her day usually started with giving handjobs to her male friends so that they could concentrate during the day. Boys Senna’s age were easily distracted by a pair of tits, and Senna helped them be productive members of society by jerking their dicks until they nutted all over her soft, slender hands. 

With the teenagers off to school, Senna could start on the men of the tribe, and usually got them to finish on her. She gave titfucks to the fishermen for good luck before they set out on their voyages. When the craftsmen and builders took their lunch breaks, she was right there with them, on her knees with her face in their laps. Later in the day, she entertained the council, dancing for the old men while they fapped to her tits and ass. In the evening when the workers and hunters came home, they did so after cumming in her, sweaty and irritated after a day of work, eager to vent some frustration on a tight young body.

The women of the Northern Water Tribe were less happy when Senna was around. She was a skilled diplomat, however, and changed many minds by putting her face between their thighs and licking until they were begging her to come back again tomorrow.

Everyone agreed that Senna was the loveliest, sexiest, sluttiest girl in the entire North Pole. The only question was who was going to marry her.

Unalaq was determined to be that man. He loved Senna and knew that if she would let him, he could turn her into a monogamous woman who wouldn’t do anything slutty. And he was convinced that he had everything that she needed, even if she didn’t seem to realize it. After all, he was a nice guy.

In contrast to Unalaq, his brother Tonraq was anything but nice. Where Unalaq was smart, Tonraq was strong. Where Unalaq was thoughtful and gentle, Tonraq was rough and demanding. Where Unalaq was a virgin waiting for marriage, Tonraq had fucked just about every woman in the North Pole. The one girl he hadn’t fucked was Senna.

It was no secret that Senna didn’t like Tonraq. She turned up her nose whenever he walked by. Even when she was sucking an entire row of dicks, she never touched his. When people asked her why, Senna said, “Just because he’s big and strong and hot and has a huge dick, he thinks that means any girl will bend over for him. We’re not that easy!”

Unalaq worked up his courage and propositioned Senna for marriage. She rejected him, but not unkindly. 

“Thanks, but I’m still trying to figure myself out and I don’t feel like I’m ready for marriage. Besides, I feel like it would ruin our friendship. You’re, like, so nice though, and if I ever do get married, I hope it’ll be to someone like you.”

Unalaq took it as a good sign that Senna viewed them as friends. When he, Tonraq, and Senna were invited to go as part of a trip to the South Pole for a spiritual festival with the Southern Cum Bending Tribe, he decided he was going to try to propose to her again. During the long journey south, he tried to get closer to Senna. So did Tonraq. Unalaq wrote Senna poems, while Tonraq tried to prank her with his dick. She rebuffed them both.

“Like I said, I’m still figuring myself out! I won’t decide who I’m going to marry until I master cumbending. So quit bothering me!”

The spirit festival was the biggest since before the Pussy Nation had invaded. They were welcomed with open arms, and Tonraq in particular was welcomed with open legs. Unalaq wanted to find a moment with Senna so he could propose again, but he could never get her alone.

In fact, the longer the festival went on, the less he saw of Senna at all. She was apparently spending almost all of her time with southern cumbending masters and learning their spiritual ways.

On the last day before they would have to disembark and return to the North Pole, Unalaq went searching for Senna. She wasn’t at the lodge, or the cumbending dojo. Unalaq spent the entire day searching for her, but couldn’t find her. Had something happened to her? Worried, Unalaq returned back to the lodge. This time he heard noises as he passed by Tonraq’s room. The door was slightly ajar, so he peeked in. What he saw next changed his life.

Senna was kneeling between Tonraq’s legs as he sat on his bed. His hand was in her hair, squeezing it, and her lips were pressed up against his dick. From the looks of them, they hadn’t just started. Both were stripped naked and covered in sweat. 

“Senna?” Unalaq said. “What are you doing?”

Senna giggled and kissed Tonraq’s dick. “Sucking my man’s cock.”

She looked up lovingly at Tonraq. They hadn’t gotten along at first. In fact, they’d squabbled constantly during the voyage south. Tonraq kept trying to get her to touch his dick, and Senna refused to be seduced by his shenanigans. Once they disembarked, she was glad to not see him for the entire trip.

Instead, Senna poured herself into mastering the Southern Cum Bending style. The benders here weren’t just experts at getting cum out of dicks and onto their faces and down their throats. They worshiped cum. They practically lived in it. Senna hadn’t spent a day learning from them before they were showing her how to chug an entire soup pot of slimy nutbutter down her throat. They bathed in sperm for spiritual rituals. Senna got used to the feeling of dried splooge sticking to her skin and matting her hair. She felt like she was coming to a deeper understanding of ballbatter than she ever had before.

When she wasn’t learning cumbending, Senna lived in a daze. The amount of dick-goo that she was inhaling every day overwhelmed her senses to the point where nothing else meant much. Food tasted bland, and the sights were uninteresting. All she wanted was more jizz.

So Senna wasn’t paying attention as she got into bed after another long day of training. She put her face to the pillow, and drew back, blinking. There was something wet and slimy on the pillow that had stuck to her cheek. Frowning, Senna pressed her nose up against it and sniffed.

Oh, fuck.

Senna’s highly trained nose immediately sensed that it was cum. But this wasn’t just any cum. It was good cum. Senna pressed her nose deeper into the pillow, rubbing her face against the slimy wet spot. She inhaled the scent of it, gasping like a wild animal, shoving herself forward to get as much of it as possible. She snorted the pillow like a cum junkie. 

Just smelling wasn’t enough. Senna began making out with the wet spot, licking it up with her tongue and sucking it out of the pillow until she’d gotten as much of it out and down her throat as she could. 

It was so good that she had to have more. Senna sniffed the air and found the scent. She dropped to her knees on the floor, following a trail of cum that led down from her bed and out into the hall. Senna crawled like a dog, hands and knees carrying her, ass up in the air, nose and tongue following a line of semen all the way into Tonraq’s room, who was jerking off. Senna kept sniffing all the way to the tip of his cock, where a bead of precum was forming, and licked it off.

“Oh, fuck,” she squealed excitedly. “Where have you been hiding all of this fucking goo?”

Tonraq’s answer was to wave his dick around under her nose. Senna practically creamed herself trying to shove it up her nostrils and settled for snorting his precum off his dick. 

“Oh my fucking spirits, how did I not know how amazing your cum is? It’s thanks to the Southern Cumbending techniques that my cum senses have been enhanced. I thought your cum was dull before, but that’s because I wasn’t skilled enough to see it for what it is. You have the best cum in the world, please give it all to me!”

For several minutes, Senna rubbed her face against his cock like a cat rubbing against a scratchy surface. She licked his cock like a dying person in the desert licking drops of water off a stone. Then he grabbed her pigtails and started fucking her face like a cheap toy.

“GLUCKGLUCKGLUCKGLUCKGLUCKGAKHGAKHGAKH, hweeee, oh, fuck, GUCKGUCKGUCKGUCKGUCK—”

Senna didn’t try to resist him. On the contrary, she worked to get her lips squeezed around the very base of his shaft, her nose pressed against his abs, her chin tucked in against his balls, arms wrapped around his thighs to hug herself in place. As long as he gave her more of his cum, she didn’t care what he did to her.

He yanked her by the pigtails so that she was completely squeezed around him. There wasn’t a centimeter of his cock that wasn’t between her lips or buried deep in her throat. Senna stared up at him with worshipful eyes, milking him with her esophagus as he ejaculated right into her stomach. She slurped every last drop of his nut down, and then started making out with his balls like she was in love with them.

That was the start of their relationship. Every day, before, after, and sometimes during her training, Senna would inhale Tonraq’s dick like it was oxygen and drink his cum like it was chocolate milk.

Something amazing began to happen. The more Senna gulped down his loads, the more her cumbending skill improved. Difficult techniques that she was having trouble mastering suddenly became easy for her. Her cumbending masters commented on how rapid her progress was. By the time the spirit festival was ending and the northerners were preparing to go back, she had become a cumbending master herself. 

“If you ever have a daughter, she will be a very powerful cumbender,” the wise old sage overseeing her training predicted. “Great things are in store for you, you nasty slut.”

Naturally, she raced back to Tonraq’s room to go crazy on his dick to celebrate.

“Want to fuck?” she asked brightly.

“Okay.”

They attacked each other like horny teenagers whose parents weren’t home. Senna lubricated his dick with her throat and then jumped on his cock like it was going to take her somewhere. Tonraq pinned her against the wall with one hand and plapped her thick brown ass so hard the room shook.

‘FUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKYESFUCKFUCKFUCKMEFUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Tonraq contributed to the conversation by gripping her throat and slamming her down onto the bed. Senna wrapped her body around him like a snake and squeezed tight enough to choke the life from a lesser man.

What happened over the next several hours was highly inappropriate for family viewing. The most beautiful girl of the entire Northern Water Tribe got absolutely put through her paces. Her hair got pulled and her nipples were pinched and tugged violently. He bit her neck, slapped her face, and crammed her cunt full of so much cock that a lesser slut would have fainted.

But Senna wasn’t your average whore. She was a master cumbender and was determined to take everything Tonraq could throw at her. She milked his cock like her pussy was some kind of semen-extracting machine. When he was done plastering her cunt with enough cum to knock up an elephant, he turned her over and began pounding her ass.

Senna was in heaven. All she wanted right now was for big rough hands to grip and squeeze and pull and smack and slam her, and for a muscular, sweat-covered body pressed up against her soft, flexible self, while a big, hard dick rammed into her over and over, forcing her to scream and shriek and moan and mewl. 

After nutting in her ass, he yanked her off the bed and onto her knees. Senna started kissing his cock, and that was when Unalaq walked in.

“Senna?” Unalaq said. “What are you doing?”

Senna giggled and kissed Tonraq’s dick. “Sucking my man’s cock.”

Unalaq was horrified. He had been planning to propose to Senna, and instead she was sucking his brother’s cock. “But Senna, I thought we had a special connection!”

“I’ve never even fucked you, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Unalaq left the room in anguish. Senna could be heard for miles screaming her head off as Tonraq plowed her for several more hours. They fucked constantly during the entire trip back to the North Pole, and got married as soon as they were able to. Afterward, Tonraq accepted a position as chief of the Southern Cumbending Tribe, and Senna served as a cumbending master.

Unalaq took over the Northern Cumbending Tribe. And planned.



“Sorry you got NTRed,” Korra said sincerely. She blinked up at him with big, round, innocent eyes. Looking at her, you could almost think that she hadn’t fucked dozens, if not hundreds of people in Republic City. “But why do you have to take it out on me?”

“I know she didn’t choose him!” Unalaq spat venomously. “Before she came south for that spiritual festival, she was as pure as snow, except she did suck a lot of dicks, but still she was very pure! Something happened here! It’s all the south’s fault!”

“We didn’t have anything to do with it!”

“I know that there’s something wrong with the spirituality of the Southern Cumbending Tribe. Your false spiritual practices corrupted her. And you’re living proof!”

“I’m not corrupt! I’m totally cute.”

“Korra, you are a massive whore with head-sized tits.”

“But also super cute.”

“On the contrary, your foolishness has brought ruin on the heads of your people!” Unalaq thundered.

Korra shrank back. “W-What do you mean?”

“Years have passed since I swore to undo the spiritual corruption that has polluted the Southern Cumbending Tribe and free my Senna from its curse. I was willing to believe that things might have changed. I took the Avatar being born at the South Pole as a sign of its spiritual improvement. But then I met you.”

“And you thought I was super cute?”

Unalaq shuddered in horror. “You were terrifying! A thousand times more sexual than even your mother. I was completely helpless to resist as you did things to my dick! I was monogamous before you started using my cock as your own personal spirit-training dildo! That’s why I had to restrain you.”

“You thought tying me to a pole was going to make me less sexy?” Korra smirked.

“Enjoy your quick-witted tongue while you still can, Avatar! There will be consequences.”

“Did you like that thing I did with my tongue though?” Korra asked.

“Yes, obviously!”

“Oh, phew, glad to see I’ve still got it.”

“You will not have it for long,” Unalaq said darkly. “I’m in control of the South Pole now. No more will the spiritual depravity of the south continue! This is the only way to deal with the dark spirits.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Come see.”

His men unchained her from the pole. Korra struggled, but she was still bound up and helpless as they marched her outside for the Avatar to witness the subjugation of her tribe. 

And to be a part of it.