Chapter 1 - Paying Her Way

Korra needed transportation to Republic City. She sneaked on board a ship at night and slept unnoticed.

Rough hands and loud voices woke her next morning. “Whoa!” she said as someone dragged her up. “What’s going on?”

“That’s what we want to know,” a male voice said. Korra blinked groggily, still tired from a bad night’s sleep inside a ship. She was surrounded by a dozen large, burly sailors. They eyed her curvy body shamelessly, drinking in her wide hips and full, round breasts that strained against her tight blue tank top.

“I just needed a ride to Repubic City,” Korra said.

The sailors snickered. “We can give you a ride,” one said.

“Great!” Korra said. It was really nice of them to offer.

“But you have to pay.”

Korra had never heard of money before. For as long as she could remember all the men of the village had told her she could pay for things by bending their cum—wearing it, eating it, and so on.

“Okay, sure,” she said. The men all grinned. “Who runs the ship?” she asked.

“The captain,” one said.

“You idiot!” the others groaned. His eyes widened as he realized his mistake.

Korra winked at him. “Thanks.” She sashayed through the group of sailors toward the exit, feeling smug. Just before she reached the end, someone slapped her on the ass, sending her stumbling forward with a squeak.

Korra turned, glaring ruefully at him as she rubbed her sore butt cheek, but there was no way to identify the culprit. She stuck out her tongue at them and left to find the captain.

The captain was, oddly enough, in the captain’s room, jerking off to a magazine. He looked up when he saw her. “Who’re you?” he demanded.

Korra smirked. “I’m the Avatar.”

“The Avatar, eh?” He abandoned the magazine and looked her up and down. His cock must have been only half-erect, for it began to grow as he continued to masturbate, staring at her tits. “What brings you to my ship?”

“I need a ride to Republic City,” Korra said. “I’m willing to pay.”

The captain sat up. His cock was really quite long, probably seven or eight inches, and he didn’t stop jerking it. Korra’s favorite musky smell filled the room. She licked her lips involuntarily.

He noticed. “The Avatar seems like quite the slut. Why don’t you come over here, get on your knees, and we can work out a daily rate for you to pay?”

Korra nodded. She crossed the room and knelt in front of him, enjoying the thrill that ran through her. His cock was even larger up close, thick, hard and veiny, and it smelled amazing.

He waved it in front of her nose. She inhaled deeply, shuddering as desire flooded her mind. He laughed at her reaction and moved his hand out of the way.

“Lick,” he said.

He didn’t need to tell her twice. Korra extended her tongue and licked the tip of his penis.

“Your tongue’s as pink as the rest of you isn’t,” the captain said. He reached down and cupped one of her breasts, fondling it experimentally more than anything. “Keep licking.”

Korra rested her hands on his thighs as she happily bathed his cock with her tongue. It was hard and salty, and she enjoyed the attention her breasts were getting. Once his cock was stiff and shiny with her saliva, he caught her by the tongue.

“Nnn!” Korra said.

He pulled her head down by her tongue and placed it on his ball sack. “Lick this for a while.” He released her and started jerking his cock again.

He could’ve just asked, Korra thought sourly. She extended her tongue toward the bottom of his sack, drawing one of his balls into her mouth. It was hairy and smelled like dried cum. Korra inhaled deeply, her face flushing as she drooled over his ball sack.

The captain’s hips thrust up as he jerked, loving the way the young Avatar was feasting on his balls. He reached a hand inside her tank top and squeezed her breasts, groping and kneading them.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “I’m going to shoot.”

Korra was so wrapped up in having her face pressed against the man’s intoxicating genitals that she didn’t realized what was happening until she felt the first spurts of cum land on the top of her hair. She pulled back in annoyance, so the last couple of shots hit her nose and chin.

She glared at him as he sighed, still slowly stroking his deflating cock. “It’s hard to get semen out of my hair, you know.”

“I’m sure you’ve had plenty of opportunities to try different methods,” he answered. He slid two fingers through her hair, scooping out as much cum as possible. He held it in front of her nose.

She shivered as she breathed in the scent of his fresh cum. “I—I mean it. It’s really annoymmm!” He put his fingers inside her open mouth, wiping his cum off on her tongue. She sighed and sucked his fingers clean.

“Not bad,” he said, leaning back. He frowned. Cum was dripping off her chin onto her blue tank top. “Your shirt’s getting dirty. Get your ridiculous tits out of there, and I promise you I won’t be cumming in your hair this time.”

***

The sailors listened from below deck with increasingly miserable expressions as the captain’s voice shouted out from his cabin. “Now place those enormous tits around my cock. Fat tithes are meant to be fucked. Ahhh, that’s it. Now pull them up and down, slide them around on my cock.”

As a group the sailors glared at the one who had told Avatar about the captain earlier. He looked absolutely miserable.

“Ahh yeah!” the captain shouted. “Open your mouth and suck the tip. Fuck, I’m going to cum in the Avatar’s mouth!”

“Now guys,” the sailor said as they advanced on him, rubbing their fists. “We don’t know that she would have been willing to fuck all of us.”

But beating the crap out of him and throwing him overboard didn’t help as the week’s trip to Republic City passed.

Day 2:

“Your pussy is so tight!” the captain shouted. “I love fucking your pussy!”

“Fuck yeah!” Korra screamed. “Pound me!”

Day 3:

“I’m going to cum all over your face, slut!”

“Mm fuck yeah, cum all over me! Cover me with your hot semen!”

And so on for six days. They fucked day and night, screaming louder than the ship engines and certainly working harder. The sailors tried to ignore them and get on with their jobs. But there was only so much of listening to the young Avatar scream out in the throes of lust and beg for semen “all over my tits, mm yeah” that a man could take.

On the seventh and final day, Korra was outside on the deck for once, looking out across the water for any sign of Republic City. She turned at the sound of approaching feet.

“Oh, hey guys,” she said to the two dozen sailors standing in her way. “Not much longer till land, huh? Boy, I’m excited.”

They didn’t say anything. Their white pants did little to hide their rising erections.

“Geez, is that a lifeboat in there or are you all happy to see me?” Korra backed up to the edge of the boat. The group of sailors followed, hemming her in. “Sure is great that the trip’s almost over, huh guys? Guys? Guys?”

***

A cock pulled out of Korra’s mouth at the same time that the one in her pussy thrust forward. A rough hand yanked her head up by her hair as a pair of hands around her hips pulled her back. Korra gazed up into a large puffy cock head, her mouth hanging open like her jaw no longer worked. She gasped in an unfocused sort of way every time the cock in her pussy penetrated her. The captain had been thrown overboard an hour ago, and there was no one else to defend her.

She spluttered as cum from the dick jerking in her face landed on her nose and inside her mouth. At the same time, the cock ravaging her pussy exploded, spurting semen into her loose, used hole. He pulled out of her, and both men let go. She collapsed to the ground, drooling sticky white liquid from both mouths.

“Phew,” one of the sailors said. “I’m spent. There’s no sperm left in either of my nada.”

“Hey, the Avatar brought balance after all!” another sailor laughed. They cheered. Korra spat out a mouthful of cum in response.

A casual observer could be forgiven for thinking that Korra’s brown skin was in fact a murky white, so covered in sailor cum was it. It soon dried and congealed, sticking Korra to the deck of the ship. She laid there stinking of cum and sweat as the sailors went about their business. Her clothes lay a few feet away, similarly sticky with sperm.

The ship arrived at the dock of Republic City. People streamed on and off taking out the shipments. No one paid any mind to the half-conscious whore naked and groaning in full view.

Finally one of the sailors grimaced as he walked by her. “She really stinks, aye lads? Let’s give her a bath.”

So they peeled her off the deck and tossed her overboard. The water hit her like a shock, snapping her into consciousness. She swam to the surface and looked up at the ship angrily just in time to be hit in the face by her stinky, cum-stiffened clothes. She did her best to ignore the distant laughter from the sailors onboard as she washed herself and her clothes before swimming ashore to dress.

The aftertaste of cum was still in her mouth. She spat, trying to get rid of it before giving up and heading into the city. She had to find Tenzin so she could begin her training, but it couldn’t hurt to explore the city a bit, could it?