Chapter 5 - Pro Bending Practice

Korra was too upset to think straight as she ran down to the ferry to take her across to Republic City. She had always excelled at the other elements. Why couldn’t she master assbending and become a full-fledged Avatar?

“What’s the matter, girlie?” the ferryman asked has he took them across the water. “You look as blue as your clothes.”

“I’m from the cum tribe,” Korra said by way of explanation. “And I’m sad because anal sex is my weakness.”

“Huh,” he said.

The ferry reached the other side in awkward silence. Korra got off and headed into the city. It was nothing like back in the Cum Islands. Less cum everywhere, for one thing.

As the afternoon turned to evening Korra still felt upset. She couldn’t return to face Tenzin and his impossible dick the way she was now.

She looked up. Her aimless wandering had brought her to the front of a towering, tremendous building that she hadn’t noticed before. Brilliant yellow light beamed from the windows.

“Excuse me,” she said to a passerby. “What is this building?”

“It’s the pro bending arena,” he said, a little nervous.

“Pro bending?”

“Yeah, you know.” He tugged at his collar. “Bending, but, ah, done by professionals…people watch…and cheer…they get paid, you know!”

Korra’s eyes widened. “You can get paid to bend? Why would anyone even want to do anything else?”

“I-I don’t!” the man assured her. “I would pay to watch people bend all day if I could. It’s what I live for.”

“Don’t you want to do some bending yourself?”

“W-Well, yeah, but there’s so much less pressure and judgment and effort watching others…besides, it’s hard to find a date, you know?”

Korra shrugged. She had never been on a date in her life. “I guess it’s hard to get laid if you’re the sort of person who gets off to this stuff. Oh well, thanks for telling me about it.”

“Y-Yeah,” he said, waving awkwardly as she went inside.

The inside of the pro bending arena was a labyrinth, but Korra kept asking people where to turn until she found herself looking out at the center stage.

Six people faced off in front of a crowd of thousands. The lights beaming down on the two contestants as they circled each other. Korra pushed her way through the eager and mostly male onlookers until she had a clear view of the action.

Both of the pro benders were female, and neither were wearing much clothing. One had on tight red shorts and a red top that exposed most of her side and back, and the other wore similar blue outfit. Even as Korra watched, Red darted forward and grabbed the other’s wrist, pulling Blue toward herself. Blue stumbled and tried to kick, but Red grabbed her foot as well and yanked her off-balance. Blue crashed to her knees, and the crowd roared.

“Get her!” the guy to the side of Korra cheered. Korra wondered what “getting” meant.

Red jumped on top of Blue, flattening her. Blue tried to fight back, but Red wrapped her legs through Blue’s arms and brought her feet around behind Blue’s head. With that seemingly simple move, Blue was paralyzed, able to do little more than kick helplessly from her prone position.

The noise from the crowd swelled to a pitch. Korra wanted to see what would happen next. She didn’t have long to wait.

Red raised her hands to acknowledge the crowd. Then she dipped her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them like they were made of sugar. Korra leaned forward. Was she going to…?

Yes, she was. Red’s wet fingers reached behind her. Blue was helpless to stop her as Red’s fingers slipped into her tight shorts. Korra couldn’t see what was happening, but it from Red’s motions and the range of expressions on Blue’s face it wasn’t hard to guess.

“So this is pro bending,” she said, amazed as Blue’s face turned from anger to resentful desire.

“Is it your first time seeing a match?” the guy said. Korra nodded. “Well, it’s pretty simple. Basically, first one to finish loses.”

“So how do you win?” Korra asked as the crowd roared again. Red was spanking Blue’s helpless ass, to the delight of all.

“Well, that, mostly,” he said, gesturing to Red’s performance. “Take ‘em down and turn ‘em out.”

“Is it only girl on girl?”

“Nah, any combination of genders works fine. There are three rounds, and each team has three members. You can send ‘em out in any order, and whoever wins the most rounds takes the match. The Fire Ferrets might go all the way this year.”

“There’s a tournament?”

“Of course!” He seemed shocked. “Did you think this is just a cheap excuse to get off? Pro bending is serious business. These are the best sex-havers in the world.”

Korra gazed down at the spectacle, eyes gleaming. “How do I get in on it?”

“Well, you’d have to sign up at the start of the league—”

“I want to join now!”

“Well, you could try talking to Toza. His office on the west side, two levels down. But aren’t you going to stay to watch the end?”

“Nope, gotta run!”

Korra disappeared, heading toward where the man had said Toza’s office was. He shrugged and turned back to the match, where Red had managed to worm the rookie’s shorts off and tied her wrists with them. Now in absolute control, Red set her knees on either side of her and ran her hands down the girl’s sides….

She had the entire round to play, and she intended to enjoy herself.

***

Toza’s door was guarded by a pair of burly men who didn’t even glance at her until she tried walking through them, at which point each grabbed a shoulder and pushed her back.

“No bothering Toza without an appointment,” one grunted.

“Oh, boys,” Korra said, stretching her back, pulling up her heavy round breasts. “Surely we can work something out.”

She walked up to the one on the right, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up until her lips were right before his.

“I really need to see Toza,” she whispered.

***

Grimacing, Korra swallowed the last traces of bitter cum from her mouth before knocking on Toza’s door. The bodyguards were slumped over on either side. After a minute, it opened, revealing a busy desk, walls of pictures of men and women standing tall in the ring, trophies on shelves, and a short man with white hair glaring up at her.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“I want to be a pro bender.”

“Where’re my guards?”

“They let me in,” Korra said innocently.

Toza tried to shut the door, but Korra’s foot wedged in the crack. He grunted, trying to push her out, but Korra held firm. Finally he sighed. “You might as well come in.”

Toza sat behind his desk, and Korra leaned on it, looking at him intently.

“I want to be a pro bender!”

“You said. Why should I make you a pro bender?” His eyes roamed over her body. “What makes you think you can draw a crowd?”

“Well, I am the Avatar.”

“I hear that five times a day, honey.”

“I can prove it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

Korra smiled, turned, and shut the door.

***

“Okay, I admit it, you’re the Avatar,” Toza gasped, slumped back in his chair. “I haven’t been sucked like that since my pro bending days.”

“So can I be a pro bender now?” Korra said, standing up and wiping off her mouth.

“Huh? Oh, well, it’s not that simple. The season has already started, and you’re not on a team—”

“She can group with us for the team stages,” someone said. Korra turned around. Standing at the door was a burly young man wearing padded red gear. “The Fire Ferrets need a third man—or third woman—since Hasook dropped out.”

“Eh? Hasook quit?”

“Yeah, I talked to you about it yesterday, remember?”

“Eh?” Toza rubbed his cheek. “I think she sucked out half my memory.”

Korra waved at the young man. “Hi.”

“Hi, I’m Bolin.”

“I’m Korra, the Avatar.”

“Cool. So why do you want to become a pro bender?”

“Looks like fun. And I want to get better at bending.”

“It is fun, and you will get better. Want to join the Fire Ferrets with me and Mako?”

“Sure.”

“Cool.”

“She’s your responsibility, Bolin,” Toza sighed. “But if she’s trouble, send her up to me for discipline.” He chuckled as Korra kicked his chair away playfully.

“So can I do a match?”

“What, now?”

“Yes.”

“No! You need to learn the rules and practice first. Get in the gym with Bolin and Mako.”

***

Mako was tall, hunky, and impatient.

“Nobody’s going to fuck you just because you want it,” he said harshly, his hand on the back of her head. “You’ve got to make them want it.”

“Ah eying,” Korra mumbled around his cock.

“Try harder,” he said, and spat on her face. Korra recoiled, but his strong hands held her deep on his dick. His saliva trickled down her cheeks as he forced himself deeper into her throat.

“What should I do?” Bolin said.

“You keep an eye on the other team,” Mako said while Korra spilled drool around his cock. “Think of strategies.”

“So just stand here and watch?”

“Sure, whatever.”

Mako was using the base of her ponytail as a grip as he fucked her mouth. “My eyes are up here,” he said as she tried to focus on the cock exploring the inside of her throat.

“Sowwy,” she managed, and looked up at him in time to receive another wad of spit, this one congealing her left eye shut.

“You think the enemy team is going to treat you this nicely?” he said as he hilted in her mouth, squashing her nose against his stomach. “They’re going to treat you like a fucking whore.” He pounded the back of her head, emphasizing each word. “Like. A. Fucking. Whore.”

Tearing up and desperate for breath, Korra pushed at his thighs, struggling for purchase. In response he undid her ponytail, taking the rubber band she used to tie her hair together and using it to tie her wrists together behind her back. Then he took her mess of dark hair and began to use her face like a toy.

“Always swallow,” he grunted. “The crowd loves it.”

Korra barely had time to ask via chokes and gurgles what he was talking about when his cock suddenly pulsed in her throat and fired several hot ropes of cum directly into her belly. “That’s it, slut,” he said, slamming against her one more time, then pulling out and shooting the rest of his cum on her lips and nose.

Korra moaned, licking the strings of cum between her lips off. Mako tapped his cock on her face a few times, shaking off the last drops of cum, then sighed and did up his pants.

“I’m going to go take a nap.”

“What should I do?”

He left. Korra looked at Bolin, who shrugged awkwardly.

***

“Your face isn’t much to look at, but your tits are like a fucking cow’s,” Mako said as Korra did her best to please him with her breasts. “That’s it. Bolin, just—keep standing over there. That’s good. Perfect, slut.”

Korra frowned as she worked her melons up and down his cock. She couldn’t understand how this was supposed to help them win a match.

“Now stick out your tongue,” Mako grunted, quickening his thrusts, “and say, ‘I’m a cumbending whore.’”

“I’m a cumbending whore,” Korra mumbled, looking away.

“Dumber. Look at me.”

Korra did her best to focus on Mako. She made her voice ditzier and more girly. “I’m a cumbending whore!”

The embarrassed flush on her face was enough for Mako, who ejaculated his cum into the air. Korra jerked back in surprise like an amateur, and while a little of his cum got on her hair, most of it ended up in the floor.

He looked at her.

“Oops—heeeyyyy!” she shouted as he grabbed her by the side of her hair and forced her face into the mess she had left. Gritting her teeth as the smell of his cum filled her nostrils, she struggled uselessly against his greater weight.

“Lick it up, whore,” he commanded.

Korra struggled to get away, hands pulling on his wrist. “No!”

“I can wait all day.”

Using her body to support his own, he effectively sat on her, reducing her to keeping her eyes tight shut and futilely trying to pull his wrist away. After several minutes of this, she had to admit defeat. Noticing her struggles had stopped, Mako pulled cruelly on her hair and smirked at her.

“Ready to clean up your mess, whore?”

“Yes,” Korra muttered.

He yanked her hair again. “What was that?”

“Yes, I’ll lick up your smelly cum!”

“Good girl.”

Flushed red and submissive, Korra extended her tongue and lapped at his spilt cum on the floor. It tasted bitter and stale. After she had licked up most of it, he used his grip on her hair to steer her head until she got every last drop. Finally he pinched her nose until she swallowed and released her. Korra flopped on her back, gasping for air.

“Your skills aren’t ready for sparring, let alone the pro arena,” Mako said as he stood up. “We’ll have to train your holes until you’re ready.”

“What should I do?” Bolin said.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, bro.”

“Okay, Mako.”

The next day Mako started training her pussy. He did this by stuffing a dildo up it and telling her to be quiet. When she complained, he took it out and put a bigger one in.

“The rules of pro bending are simple,” he explained. “If he cums in you, you win. If he cums outside, he wins. But if you both cum, it’s a tiebreaker. So you need to get good at keeping cocks inside you, but also not cumming from them.”

“So why the titjob yesterday?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to fuck your tits.”

She watched as their practice began. Their manager brought in a series of women who Mako and Bolin proceeded to screw in a variety of ways. Listening to their pants and groans, Korra couldn’t help but wish it was her. Surreptitiously she began fucking herself with the dildo, watching Mako plow some lucky blonde girl who was shaking with pleasure as he drove his rod inside her.

The dildo was bigger than the average cock, but not bigger than every cock that had been inside her. Kneeling off to the side, she worked it deeper inside her, then moaned out loud as she slowly dragged it out. When only the tip was still inside her she pushed it back in and nearly came right there. Lying back to get a better angle, Korra rolled her hips as she began to fuck herself with the dildo. It wasn’t as good as Tenzin had been in her ass, or how her pussybending master had reamed her for an entire day and night for her pussybendng test, but it was cock-shaped and inside her, and that made her happy.

Korra was so wrapped up in the pleasure building up inside her that she only vaguely registered the sound of the blonde girl crying out, and a few moments later a shadow fell on her.

“What are you doing?” Mako said. Bolin was grunting away nearby.

Korra couldn’t stop. One eye closed, legs shaking, she jammed the dildo deep inside her. “C-Cumming!”

Mako sighed as she came down from her orgasm. He pressed his shoe against the base of the dildo, forcing it even deeper inside her. Korra groaned, her fingers scrabbling against the ground as he pushed the dildo deep, deep inside her.

“You’re supposed to keep from cumming, slut,” he said impatiently.

“S-Sorry!” Korra arched her back, trying to get away, but Mako’s pressure was relentless.

“Tomorrow the dildo’s going to be even bigger. And there won’t be a real cock in your pussy until you master this.”

“Okay, okay!” Korra cried. Mako lifted his foot, and Korra, gasping, unclenched and let the dildo slide out of her.

“You can use your mouth and tits and ass to keep men happy,” he said, walking away. “Your cunt is locked up until you behave.” He grabbed the blonde girl who was dripping semen between her legs. “Come on, I want to practice on your throat.”

After practice, when they were changing in the locker room, Korra slowly peeled off her training uniform. Mako and Bolin were at their lockers nearby. Swaying her hips, arms pressing in to push her large brown breasts out, she walked over to him and leaned against the locker, smiling. “So that was a good practice, huh?”

He barely glanced at her. “No, you were terrible.”

Swallowing her pride, she smiled even more. “I’m not terrible at everything.”

“I’m sure you’re great at giving handjobs to old men.”

Korra winced, but brought the smile back quickly. She leaned toward him, pressing her breasts against his arm. “Maybe you could help me get better at something? I owe you a proper titfuck.”

“No.” He closed his locker and turned away. “Remember, no cock in that ugly cunt of yours. Seeya at home, Bolin.”

Pouting against the locker, Korra watched him go.

“I could help you,” Bolin volunteered, eyes on her heaving melons.

“No thanks, Bolin,” she sighed. “That’s really nice of you to offer though.”

“Sure,” he squeaked.

Korra was still training her assbending with Tenzin, but it was so frustrating. That night as usual he fingered her ass till she came, then, shaking his head, he sent her to relieve the sentries with her body. Now she couldn’t even use her pussy, and after fighting to keep her legs closed, they finally relented and worked the rest of her twice as hard to compensate. By morning Korra was a sleeping mess of cum and sweat and ached everywhere, and then she was late for pro bending practice. The dildo Mako had was even bigger, and the sentries had left her so restless that she came the instant he managed to push it all the way inside her.

After practice she approached him again in the locker room, this time eschewing subtlety. Completely naked, she kneed down in front of him, eyes closed, mouth open.

“Thanks,” he said. “I was needing some relief.”

Korra didn’t answer, but she heard his zipper opening and his pants hit the ground. Then a hot salty stream hit her tongue. Jerking away, eyes opening, she saw a stream of piss erupting from his dick. Shocked, Korra could only shut her eyes and lean away as he finished using her as a urinal.

“Thanks,” he said. He did up his pants and walked out.

“Are you okay?” Bolin said to her. Korra nodded after a moment. “Want me to clean you up?”

“No, thanks. I just need a shower.”

“W-Want me to shower with you?”

“No, thanks,” she sighed, getting to her feet. “That’s really sweet of you to offer though.”

Later that evening she was feeling unconfident as Tenzin fingered her ass.

“Tenzin,” she said as he worked his digit up her bum, “am I sexy?”

“What are you, my wife?” he grunted. “Don’t ask questions like that while I’ve got my finger in your butt, girl.”

The next dildo Mako forced inside her was so big she could feel it stretching her from the inside. Willing herself not to cum as she watched him plow his latest training slut, she surprised herself by actually managing not too. As the day wore on and the smell and sounds of sex filled the air, it was harder and harder not to want to fuck herself with the dildo or even to cum from just squeezing on it, but she wanted so desperately to advance with her training that she somehow managed to hold off. Finally even Mako noticed that she hadn’t had a single orgasm all day. With the last seconds of practice ticking down, he stood over her, watching her body shake as she struggled not to cum.

“She did it!” Bolin announced. “Practice is over.”

“Good job, girl,” Mako said as Korra sagged with relief. “This is your third day without a cock in your pussy. Have you ever gone that long before?”

Korra frowned. “I don’t think so.”

Without another word Mako reached down and pulled the dildo out of her. Korra gasped with pleasure as he pushed her onto her back, spread her legs, and penetrated her with a single rough motion. Korra threw back her head, crying out in orgasm—and then whimpered as he pulled out and stood up.

“Mako, fuck me,” she pouted.

“No, you’re still in training. That was just to remind you what a cock feels like. We’ll train your mouth starting tomorrow. From now on until your mouth is good enough you’re on all all-cum diet.”

Korra whined, but she was excited to start a new part of her training. That evening she told the sentries to all cum in her mouth, and they mostly obliged, working her tits like never before. By the end of it she had swallowed enough cum, even if her eyes were plastered shut from all the loads they had released on her face.

Korra was hoping Mako would be the one training her mouth, but instead they brought in some kind of specialist. He was tall, heavy, and had a dick that was 15 inches long.

“You need to be able to swallow all of that,” Mako said. “Remember, if he pulls out and cums on you, it’s a loss. Oh, and take this.” He slid a dildo up her pussy. “No cumming.”

Korra watched him go before the specialist took her by the chin and made her look at him. “Haven’t got all day. On your knees, girlie.”

Frowning, Korra got to her knees in front of him. His cock was only semi-hard and already bigger than anything she had ever had. His testicles were like giant eggs, and he plopped them over her eyes, effectively blinding her. He smelled like an animal, and Korra’s pussy started to drip.

“Before I fuck your face,” he said as he gently bounced and rubbed his nuts and the underside of his hardening shaft over her face, “I need to inspect your mouth to get an idea of your strengths and weaknesses. Open. Say Ahhh.”

“Ahhhh.” Korra opened her mouth wide. Her eyes widened when she felt his rough fingers in her mouth, exploring and rubbing everything, tickling the roof of her mouth, playing with her tongue, and dipping down her throat until she retched, grabbing his wrist and trying to push him away.

“Enough of that,” he said, slapping her hands away. “Hands behind your back like a good girl. Stick out your tongue.”

Korra put her hands behind her back and stuck out her tongue obediently. His fingers felt all over and even tugged on it. “Okay, reflex test.” He spat on it. Recoiling, Korra swallowed the male fluid on instinct.

“Okay, not bad. Now we can start with the training.”

“Finally.” Korra licked her lips. “I’m pretty good with my mouth.”

“Good, because I’m going to fuck it.” And with that he shoved the first third of his 15 inches into her mouth.

Korra was a mouthbending master, and it was her first choice of offense along with her proud breasts. But as he continued to funnel inches of flesh into her throat, even she realized she was out of her depth. With his strong hands gripping her head, his progress was slow but inexorable. Finally, to Korra’s cross-eyed shock, his entire snakelike cock buried in her throat. She couldn’t breathe, and began to panic.

“Breathe in through your nose,” he said in a commanding voice. “This is the sort of technique you can expect from pro benders.” Korra obeyed, and found that she could get a thin stream of air in through her nose. It wasn’t enough for a full breath, but she wouldn’t suffocate on his cock. “That’s it,” he said, and released her head. That’s when Korra realized: she was actually stuck on his cock. It wasn’t coming out until he wanted it to, and in the meantime he was free to do as he pleased. Her eyes were narrowed from concentration and discomfort, but his fingers forced them to widen. Using with the skin around her eyes, her forced her to make all kinds of dopey expressions, playing with her face like she was a toy. Her slit was gushing with humiliation as he unzipped her training shirt and began to fondle her breasts in a self-satisfied way. The feeling of his cock poking her stomach, the dildo stuffed up her cunt, and his rough fingers squeezing her nipples, she came, spasming as her body tried to shudder while stuck on a meat pole.

Flushed and disappointed with her failure, Korra could only hope that he would cum soon. And, after pulling her tits around for a while, he did. Korra’s eyes watered as she felt the thick wad of semen travel down his tube and deposit itself in her stomach. Spurt after spurt streamed endlessly into her stomach until, his now-emptied nuts resting against her chin, he finally gave a satisfied grunt and began the long process of extracting his cock from her neck.

It wasn’t easy. Korra contorted to keep her mouth, throat, and stomach aligned as he slowly worked his cock out of her instinctively constricting muscles. It felt like he was pulling her stomach out of her body, and she forgot to keep breathing. Her insides turning, gagging painfully on her hands and knees, she heaved an enormous gasp of relief as he finally pulled the last several inches of cock out of her throat, and then heaved again as a lot of semen followed.

“That’s why you’re on an all-cum diet,” he said unsympathetically as Korra retched on the floor.

“I beat you though,” Korra said when she had mostly rid her mouth of man-bile. “You came in me!”

“You came first, slut. At that point I was just enjoying you. If you want to win a match, you need to make me cum before you.”

Korra coughed out another strand of cum. “Okay, let’s try again.”

For the next five days Korra spent her pro bending time with his giant cock lodged in her throat, dipping into her stomach, or sometimes just exploring her mouth in a bored sort of way. Sometimes she came, and, after expressing his disappointment, he would shoot his load directly into her belly. Other times she managed to resist, but he would finally lament her lack of skill, pull out, still an excruciating process, and ejaculate his massive load onto her breasts and face. One time after practice she complained to Mako that some of it was still in her hair.

“I can help you wash it out,” Mako said. “Come here and kneel.”

“Oh, thanks Mako!” But no sooner had her knees touched the floor in front of him than a stream of his urine struck her face. Cursing her own gullibility, she waited until he had spent every last drop on her, then fell back, twice as much in need of a shower as before.

“You’re worth nothing to me except as a pro bender,” Mako said, turning to leave. “And you’re not even that.”

“I can help you wash,” Bolin offered.

“Ew, no, that would be totally awkward,” Korra said as she headed to the shower. “You’re like my brother.”

The next day Korra was on her knees again, shirt open, breasts pressing against his thighs, his huge cock crammed deep inside her, and she realized with watering eyes that she was going to lose again. He braced his hands on her head, ready to pull out again. With her own hands behind her back like a good girl, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Then she realized: she wasn’t trying to be a good girl. She was trying to win.

Uncrossing her arms, she reached around the back of his legs and pulled him in. At the same time, she wormed her tongue out from underneath his heavy shaft and managed to lick the tip of his twitching nuts.

“Damn, girl!” he grunted as his cock twitched in her mouth and down her throat and into her stomach, shooting a veritable stream of hot cum right into her belly.

“I win!” Korra would have cheered, except she still had a neck full of dick. After he finally extracted it, she could speak.

“I sure showed you, huh?” she said as he flopped his still-large cock on her face, coating her in a slimy mixture of cum and saliva.

“Yeah, you won all right,” he said as he finished making a mess of her. “I’m going to take my payment for my services now.” He took hold of her drool-covered, oversized brown tits, pulling them around his cock.

Korra was too excited to notice. “I can start pro bending training now! Mako! I did it!”

“Congratulations!” Bolin called. Mako grunted something. He was fucking this really annoying brunette.

Korra hardly even realized as the specialist pushed her onto her back, kneeling over her and fucking her breasts like they were another hole. “Hey! Mako! I did it!”

“It’s literally nothing to be proud of.”

Korra pouted and finally noticed the cock that was so big he could fuck her tits and still saw back and forth over her face. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the underside as it passed over. The way he was kneading her tits had her pussy dripping wet, and she was only too happy to please him after nearly a week of being beaten around by his cock, especially if Mako was watching nearby, which in fact he wasn’t, but he was speeding up the pace of his thrusts and there was no time to do anything but open her mouth wide as cum began to spurt from the end of his hose. By the time he was done her face looked like someone had poured a carton of milk on it.

“Okay,” she said, spitting out the cum on her lips, “I’ve paid you for your services. Thanks….”

“No, I just fucked your tits because they’re you’re dumb and they’re big,” he said. “Now you’re paying me.”

Korra’s eyes would have widened if they weren’t sticky with cum as she felt something hard press against her slit. “No! You’re too big!”

“You’ll be all right,” he said and drove into her.

“Aauuggghh!” Korra groaned in pain as he pushed his way inside her. Every time she thought she had some relief when he pulled back, he only went back in deeper. Grabbing her ankles, he forced her legs up over her shoulders, allowing him to get deeper, and she cried out in pain as he pushed his way even farther in.

“Don’t expect me to do all the work, slut,” he said, and Korra obediently took hold of her own ankles, willing to do anything to get him off quicker. He took the opportunity to take a strong grip of her nipples, pulling on them mercilessly. Twisting her neck, trying uselessly to get away, Korra begged him to stop.

“Your throat muscles are pretty good,” he grunted, “but we both know you’re the weaker one when it comes to sex.”

“Yes aagh yes you’re better!” Korra cried as he stabbed deep inside her again and again.

Finally his mercy came in the form of a cumshot that felt like it was deposited directly into her womb.

“Maybe you’ll make a better mother than you do a fighter,” he said as he pulled out and wiped his cock on her leg. “Later, slut.”

Korra lay on the floor, whimpering, until she finally felt like she roll over. Getting up, she stumbled over to the locker room, noticing that practice was over.

“Hey, are you okay?” Bolin said. “Congratulations on passing.”

“Ugh, not now, Bolin, can’t you see I’m tired?” she said. “Where’s Mako?”

He was changing at his locker. Korra flounced over to hip, tits bouncing. “Hey, Mako, I passed. We can start training together tomorrow, isn’t that great?” She glanced down, then back up at him, smiling. “Maybe I can get a little practice in now?”

“You smell like cum,” he said. “Go take a shower.”

She pouted.

“Maybe if you’re lucky it’ll be the best shower of your life,” he added.

After stripping down and turning on the water, Korra felt like she was melting under the steam. Washing away the semen, sweat, and semen that covered her felt amazing. She let some of the water enter her mouth, gargling to wash the semen away. And…generally just tried to get the semen off and out of her.

“Uh…hey?” Bolin tapped on the side of the shower. “Need anything?”

“Just some alone time,” Korra said impatiently.

Just then Mako pushed aside the shower curtain and stepped in. Ecstatic, Korra dropped to her knees.

“Good girl,” he said appreciatively. “I think you know what to do.”

Korra did. Leaning forward she engulfed his cock, wetting it with her lips and bathing him in her tongue. Once she had him thoroughly slick with her saliva, she moved down to his balls, sucking on them while rubbing the underside of his shaft with the palm of her hand. Then she planted kisses all along the base of the shaft and moving back up to the tip.

“I really missed your cock,” she moaned as she slurped around the head. “I’m glad we can train together now.”

“Yeah, now we’re teammates,” he said, taking hold of her head and easing his cock deeper into her mouth. “Take it all in, that’s a good slut.”

He pumped inside her throat for a while with Korra’s hands on his legs, gazing worshipfully up at him, occasionally gagging and puffing out her cheeks when he hilted in her.

Just as she was thinking he was getting close to cumming, he pulled it, resting his cock against the tip of her chin, dripping her saliva onto her lips.

“Now, Korra,” he said, moving his hips, sliding his cock over her lips and poking her nostrils, “sometimes the guy is going to cum in your throat, ok? And you just have to swallow and say thank you for cumming in my mouth, ok? That would really help us win. Think you can do that?”

Korra’s head was full of the scent of his cock. “Yeah,” she breathed, sticking out her tongue, dying for a taste. He took the invitation to push back through her warm lips and into her throat. Doing her best not to gag, she kept her eyes on his the entire time as he thrust until finally he began to ejaculate his seed into her esophagus.

He pulled out, and Korra deliberately swirled her tongue around inside her mouth, gathering up all his cum before she made a big swallow and smiled up at him. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth.”

He chuckled as he presented his cock to her to clean. “My pleasure. Yours too.”

Korra happily slurped the drool and cum off his cock. “Does this really help us win?” she said when her mouth was relatively free.

“No, you’re just dumb,” he grinned.

She hit him on the leg playfully. “Mako!”

“And remember, you can eat things other than cum now.”

“Maybe I just want to eat your cum.”

“No, seriously, you need to eat vegetables. Nutrients and stuff.”

Korra didn’t answer, just licked his balls in long, slow motions. Mako sighed. “Ok, let’s try that again, but try not to be so dumb this time.”

“Okay,” Korra agreed, unable to keep her tongue off his nuts.

“Think you can be a smart little whore for me?”

“Yes, Mako.”

“Then turn your ass around so I can fuck you.”

Later back with Tenzin it was a relief to eat real food again, and she was also eating ass for the first time. Tenzin said since her asshole was clearly never going to improve she might as well learn to make someone else’s happy. But after an hour of trying and failing to get him off, he pushed her away and brought in Pema, who promptly made her husband cum while Korra watched. Pema shot her a nasty look before leaving.

“What was that about?” Korra said.

Tenzin shrugged. “The wife isn’t happy about me fingering a teenage girl every night.”

That made sense. Now that she was Mako’s proud bitch, she explained to the sentries that she wouldn’t be able to fuck them anymore, even if her pussy was now available. That didn’t stop them, but she hoped Mako would understand her intentions were innocent.

At pro bending practice she and Mako were now training partners, which meant they were fucking all the time. She was trying to make him cum inside her, and he was trying to make her cum first or else pull out before he came. She quickly developed a losing streak as he made her cum several times without effort, and later managed several ejaculations on her face, chest, and back. It took a week before she was even able to tie, cumming at the same time as he came inside her, and he rewarded her progress by letting her finger herself while she gave him an after-sex blowjob. Bolin offered to help too but she didn’t want to throw off his training by having a new partner, so she stuck to Mako.

Her favorite part was fucking Mako after practice in the locker room while Bolin changed. There she didn’t have to hold back her orgasm, and Mako filled her insides with his glorious sperm every time.

“If pro bending doesn’t work out, you can at least make sure there are lots of little Makos,” he said as she slumped on the locker room bench, cum dripping from her well-worked.

“Aw, that’s so romantic,” she gushed. It was one of the nicest things Mako had ever said to her.

Still, as the next match approached, she still hadn’t taken a single point off Mako. His verbal derision became harsher, and he added hair-pulling and spanking to his fucking regimen, but that only made her cum harder.

“Can’t you hold off one measly orgasm?” he demanded as his hips slapped against her ass, cock hard inside her pussy, one hand on her ponytail pulling her so hard she bent backwards like a bow.

“Nooo your cock is too good!” she screamed as she pounded him. “Oh fuck Mako fuck meeee!”

In the locker room her forced her up against the lockers, fucking her from behind viciously. Her screams and the sound of her slamming against the lockers filled the room.

“Can’t you keep it down?” Bolin said. “I’m trying to change.”

“Fuck you, Bolin, Mako’s fucking me,” Korra panted. “Ohh yes fuck yes AHHHHHH!”

Her legs shook as the orgasm rolled through her. Mako spurted his hot seed inside her, then pulled out and let her collapse to her knees. Panting, her head leaning against the wall, Korra barely registered Mako pulling up his pants and leaving, leaving her and Bolin alone in the locker room.

Korra turned and leaned against the wall. “That was awesome. Oh, hey Bolin. Good practice. See you tomorrow….”

He stood over her.

“Bolin?”