Chapter 1 - The Ghost of Christmas Past

It was Christmas Eve, and Asami Sato had better things to do than hang tinsel on a tree or run around outside catching snowflakes on her tongue. She had Business to do. Because she was a Business Lady.

“Message for you,” her secretary said.

Hey Asami,

I was just thinking about you again. I was thinking about ****ing your ****. Remember that time we *****ed? I had my **** all the way up your ****. I just want to get you alone and *******ing **** your **** so that you ******* all over my ******* and **** in *****ing ******* with a ****** big ******* and ***** right in my *******ing cunt. See you on Christmas?

Love,

Korra.

Asami sighed and crumpled the letter. Christmas was a day of pleasure for many, but not for her. There just wasn’t any time. She and Korra hadn’t hooked up in months. They didn’t connect: Asami had a business to run, and Korra liked to fuck six times a day.

It was late at night when Asami finally left the office. The Christmas lights on the street as her car rolled past were dazzlingly beautiful, but she had her nose buried in more documents and didn’t notice. Even sitting in bed, she still kept reading, studying important reports until her eyes began to strain.

Her lamplight seemed unusually dim. Asami shivered and drew the blankets around her shoulders. Her bedroom was very cold all of a sudden.

She screamed. There was a silvery bald guy standing in front of her bed wearing heavy chains.

“I’m not going to rape you,” he said.

This did not make her feel calmer.

“My name is Zaheer,” the apparition said. “I’m a ghost.”

“Uh,” said Asami. Spirits were definitely Korra’s territory, not hers. It made her wonder if she still had Korra’s scent on her.

“I’ve been sent to give you a warning,” Zaheer said. “Enjoy the spirit of Christmas or suffer forever.”

“What? How?”

“If you continue on this path of spending too much time on business and not enough time boinking Korra, you will end up a sad lonely sexless bitch and die old with saggy tits.”

“My relationship with Korra is none of your business.”

“Actually, it is. The Avatar is the bridge to the spirit world. Her balance is the key to the world’s balance. Someone needs to make that bitch cum for real, or everyone’s shit is going to get fucked.”

“So I’ll send her a dildo for Christmas.”

“Bitch, are you out your damn mind? She needs you. So get off your ass and go lick her tits on Christmas tomorrow.”

“I’m not someone you can just call on for sexual service,” said Asami, affronted.

“Come on, we both know you want it.”

Asami folded her arms. “I want to turn a profit in the next quarter, not suck on Korra’s admittedly amazing nipples all day.”

The ghostly Zaheer sighed, his chains rattling a bit. “Okay, well, I guess we’re doing this the hard way. When the clock tolls each hour, you will be visited by a Ghost of Christmas, three for the three hours that remain, the last one at the stroke of twelve. Heed this warning lest you never get laid again.”

“You can’t send creeps into my house!” Asami protested, but Zaheer was already gone. She looked at the clock. It was ten minutes to the hour. She couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Was a ghost seriously going to show up in ten minutes and try to persuade her to spend Christmas fucking Korra?

She couldn’t help glancing at the clock as it approached the hour. This is silly, she told herself. There’s no such thing as sex-demanding Christmas ghosts.

Still, she jumped when the clock tolled 10. There was a woman standing by her bed, vaguely ethereal, and beautiful. She was young and very pretty.

“Hi,” said Asami cautiously.

“Hello,” said the spirit. “I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.”

“Rrrright….”

“You should bang the Avatar.”

Asami sighed. “Look, I get that this is important to you spirits, but I really have my own life to live.”

“Your own life is much happier when you’re doing Korra.”

“Is it?” Asami said sharply. “Yes, Korra is a good lay, I admit it. But she’s relentless. If she hasn’t had ten orgasms, she considers the day wasted. And she’s determined to make you cum as much as she does. I couldn’t just lie around having orgasms all day!”

“Couldn’t you?” The spirit waved her hand. They were no longer in Asami’s bedroom but instead standing in a small, cozy space with a comfy-looking bed. It was strangely familiar.

The door behind them opened, and Asami saw herself, a few years younger, run into the room giggling, pulling Korra, also a few years younger, by the hand. The two of them passed through Asami and the spirit as if they weren’t there.

“Um, what’s going on?” said Asami. Her cheeks turned pink as she watched herself and Korra tear each other’s clothes off.

“This is Christmas three years ago,” the spirit said. “You took Korra to a private cabin where you two spent a week fucking each other’s brains out.”

“Yeah, well, that was a long time ago,” Asami mumbled, seeing herself attach her lips to Korra’s right nipple.

“It wasn’t that long ago.”

“It was, um…do we really have to watch this?” Korra was pushing her down, Asami was watching her own legs spread….

“We can do more than watch.”

“What do you mean—ooooh.” 

Asami looked down. Korra’s face was between her legs, her blue eyes peering up at her mischievously. Asami sat up in the bed she was suddenly in, realizing she’d taken the part of her younger self, and that was as far as her thoughts got before everything started feeling too good to think. Korra’s skilled tongue teased up Asami’s folds and lapped at her clitoris. Asami made a pathetic noise.

“You liked that,” Korra purred. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Korra’s tongue went back in, and Asami’s vision nearly whited out. Korra’s tongue dragged back and forth over her soaked folds, gently painting it with warm saliva before suddenly diving in to reach inside her and make Asami’s toes curl and her thighs shake with pleasure. Korra’s tongue didn’t stop, it just kept moving inside Asami like a wave until Asami’s own waves of pleasure were overwhelming her. Her thighs clamped down against Korra’s face, and she reached forward, her fingers mixing into Korra’s brown hair and tugging desperately. Korra stayed firmly in control though, moving her tongue where she wanted, warmly massaging Asami inside and out, nuzzling her lips up against Asami’s pussy while her tongue lapped at her and licked her pussy so well that Asami was starting to moan and shake like an overheated piece of machinery. And when Korra’s lips circled her clit and suckled gently, Asami came like the waves of the ocean being pulled in by the moon’s gravity.

When her orgasm was over, Korra was already on top of her, breasts in Asami’s face, kissing her hair. Asami groaned helplessly. She knew she should be pushing Korra off of her, should be getting back to her real life, but this was damn hard to resist. This already happened, why not enjoy it again? She wrapped her arms around Korra and leaned forward, pushing Korra onto her back onto the bed while licking her tits.

Korra growled. The sound, which was burned into Asami’s mind, reminded her just how much of a sexual fiend the Avatar was. Once her engine got started, she did not stop until there was no gas left in the tank. 

She saw the change in Korra’s eyes. All of a sudden, Asami was twisted up in four strong limbs that were squeezing over her body like four powerful brown snakes. Pinned to Korra, arms and legs trapped, Asami licked Korra’s neck and grinned at her reaction. The Avatar pinned Asami down further, chest-to-chest and saliva-coated cunt-to-cunt, and kissed her until she saw stars. 

When Asami was released, it was because Korra wanted to eat her ass. Shoved against the headboard, Asami held onto the poles for dear life as Korra’s tongue dragged back and forth over her asshole, massaging the outside with the flat of her tongue in slow, warm circles. Every time the tip of Korra’s tongue teased toward the entrance, Asami shuddered, her back bending low, her hips wriggling. Korra just chuckled and slapped a hand hard on Asami’s naked asscheek, then squeezed, dimpling her fingers into Asami’s butt. Long, slow licks were followed by slaps and squeezes that broke down what little resistance Asami had left.

Korra’s tongue pushed in, accompanied by Asami’s low, ragged moan. Korra started to prod and swirl her tongue in, then eased her tongue deeper inside every time Asami relaxed. Korra’s tongue started to move smoothly around Asami’s inner walls. Asami wriggled, struggling with the feeling of Korra’s beautiful tongue inside her and her lips pressed up against her butthole and giving it a light suck.

Asami could barely hold on, despite how tightly her fingers were gripping the headboard. Her knuckles whitened each time Korra’s tongue massaged inside her. Korra spanked her again with one hand while sucking her ass, then Asami felt her other arm wrap around her left thigh. Korra’s fingers started to rub between Asami’s thighs, and Asami started begging.

“Please, Korra, please, keep licking, oh god, right there, yes, yes, yesyesYES!”

Korra giggled and squeezed Asami’s ass. “How’s the rimjob, love?”

“Keep licking!” Asami whimpered. 

Korra kissed Asami’s butthole. Her tongue was back in, wiggling around, her warm saliva coating Asami inside and out. With one hand squeezing Asami’s buttcheek and the other teasing her sopping wet cunt, Asami didn’t last a moment longer. Everything in her turned on light an electric current had been run through her body. Parts of her sparked that she had almost forgot existed.

Asami’s orgasm left her gasping on the bed, face down and her ass up high, while Korra leaned over her, stroking her hair and sucking on her ear.

“Holy crap,” said Asami when she remembered how to speak.

“And the day is very young,” murmured Korra into her ear. “I could ram you with a strapon for a bit, see how you like that. Or tie you up and tease you until you simply cum from being told to. Or we could go walk around a bit, see the lights, with a couple of vibrators stuck up you.”

Asami’s head spun. Korra’s sexuality was more than she could mentally deal with. 

When Asami didn’t answer, Korra giggled, pulled Asami upright to kiss her, then pushed her face in between Korra’s legs. “Please me,” Korra said simply, patting Asami on the head and tucking her black hair behind one ear.

Asami was all too willing to oblige. Korra’s glistening sex smelled intoxicating, and she couldn’t help but push her nose up against her cunt and start licking. Korra sighed happily and leaned back while Asami lapped away at her pussy like a trained housecat. Korra’s pussy tasted fucking good, and Asami really got into it, dragging the flat of her tongue up Korra’s folds before giving her clit a nuzzle. 

Looking up at Korra was like looking up at a mountain to climb. Asami’s girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, except right “now” she was Asami’s girlfriend, and it felt too good to care, was a goddess. Asami wanted to drag her tongue over every inch of creamy brown skin, kiss every muscle sticking out along her thighs, abs, and sink her face between a pair of round, firm tits big enough to drown in. Her expression, somewhere in the region of amused and aroused and devilish, made Asami quiver.

Korra’s fingers stroked through Asami’s hair, making her work even harder at eating her out. The petting, playing fingers rubbed her ears and roamed down the back of her jaw to her neck, lightly massaging her. The neck massage turned into a shoulder rub, then Korra started lightly stroking Asami’s sides, tickling her ribs while Asami kissed and licked her cunt as eagerly as if Korra’s fluids tasted like ice cream. Korra’s moans were surprisingly gentle as she rubbed Asami’s sides and back and squeezed her tits. Asami gripped Korra’s hips and felt them rock up against her, smearing her pussy against Asami’s face and getting juices all over her skin.

“I love you,” Korra moaned.

Asami glanced up at her, feeling a stab of guilt. This Korra had no idea they would break up…and didn’t need to know.

“Don’t think, lick,” said Korra, looking down. Asami nodded and delved her tongue deep inside Korra’s folds, massaging around inside her soft cunt as her juices flooded down. She felt Korra’s thighs shiver and squeeze against her head. Emboldened, Asami licked up Korra’s wet cunt and slid her tongue over Korra’s quivering little clit. She got the reaction she was looking for: an eager noise and a jerk of the hips from her lo—former lover.

It wasn’t long before Korra’s natural aggression came out. With one hand firmly cupping Asami’s breast, the other gripped the back of her head tightly and pressed her in. “Make me cum, slut.”

Asami felt her cunt leak down her thighs. Yes, she was Korra’s slut, and she was going to make her cum. She attached her lips to the Avatar’s clit and sucked, her tongue washing over it warmly.

“Ohh, fuck yes!” Korra screamed. Asami could feel her orgasm happen. Her cunt gushed against Asami’s lips, quivering around her tongue. Asami held Korra’s hips and thighs and felt the muscles clench and tremble, her thighs squeeze and her abs tense, heard the hitch in her breath. Korra’s fingers tightened like she was holding onto the edge of a cliff over a long, steep drop.

They fell on each other, kissing in a sweaty tangle. “I bet this is a lot better than those board room meetings,” Korra teased.

Asami licked Korra’s throat and kissed it. She felt Korra’s hands rub her arms and responded by brushing the hair out of her flushed face. “I have almost as many orgasms with you as I do reading financial reports.”

“I have a present for you. Close your eyes.”

Asami shut her eyes dutifully. She felt the bed shift as Korra got up and heard her rummaging around for something. A minute later, something hard and smooth poked Asami’s lips. She opened her eyes to see Korra grinning down at her, wearing a green-and-red strap-on.

“Admittedly, there are no presents under the tree,” said Korra. “But you can climb on and be the decoration for it.” 

Asami scoffed. Korra sat back against the pillows, smirking, and Asami crawled over to plant a kiss on her lips. She straddled Asami, spreading her legs over her lap, and sat down, letting her wet pussy grip the shaft of the strap-on and slid down it.

“How’s the tree?”

“Solid.”

Korra suddenly thrust her hips. Despite being under Asami, Korra rocked her upward as if she barely weighed a thing. “How was that?”

“Better,” Asami groaned.

Korra pulled her in and started to thrust. Asami wrapped her arms around her head and rode up and down the Christmas-colored pole, bouncing her ass off of Korra’s strong thighs.

“I almost thought we weren’t going to spend Christmas together.”

“I was busy,” Asami moaned.

“You’re busy now, sugarplum.”

“I’m hard to tie down.”

Korra responded by standing up, simply bearing up Asami’s weight, who responded to the vertigo-inducing lunge by wrapping her thighs tightly around Korra’s waist. Korra walked several paces and rummaged with something while Asami rocked against her. She felt Korra’s hands slide down her arms to her wrists, then tugged them gently behind her back. Asami was so intent on riding Korra that she didn’t realize her wrists had been tied together behind her back until Korra was cupping her face to kiss it.

“Wasn’t that hard,” Korra chuckled, giving Asami a slap on the ass. Asami whined, testing her bonds. Korra had tied ribbon in a knot gently but tight around her wrists. It didn’t hurt, but she couldn’t get out.

She was let down and spun around sharply. “I’m not sure you fit my schedule,” Asami joked as she was pushed across the room toward the curtain with Korra’s hands on her ass.

“I fit all right,” Korra snickered, sweeping the curtain back to expose the wall-length window. She pushed Asami up against it, making her groan from the feeling of the cold glass against her nipples. The Christmas pole went right back up her cunt. She moaned as Korra started to fuck her, keeping her pressed against the cold glass and sucking on the side of her neck.

Asami gave up and let Korra pound her into mush. Her knees wobbled and her tits pressed against the glass, making her shiver and shove back against Korra’s thrusting hips in a way that made her mind turn to pudding. 

When her moans weren’t fogging up the glass, the scene outside was stunningly beautiful: a white landscape with distant lights, like out of a movie. It was really nice.

“Cum, babe,” ordered Korra, tugging on Asami’s ear with her teeth and running a hand up between her legs. Asami melted into a puddle.

The rest of the day was a blur of limbs, fingers, tongues and orifices. Asami had almost forgotten just how insatiable Korra could be. She thought she remembered, but actually being with Korra was an entirely different thing. Korra seemed to be able to touch her in as may ways as an actual tentacle monster, and with the ability to whisper horrifically dirty things in her ear and then sandwich Asami’s face between her boobs.

As night fell, she fingered Korra in the shower one last time. They toweled each other off and collapsed into bed, squeezing each other.

“Easily a top two Christmas,” Korra said.

“What was the other one like?”

“I got a Nintendo.”

“That’s pretty good.”

“This was better. I want to do this every year.”

Asami felt a stab of guilt. “Well, um, that might be—”

“Time’s up,” said the spirit. They were back in Asami’s bedroom, no Korra to be seen. Asami had forgotten the spirit was there. 

“W-wait, that’s it?”

“That was one Christmas day. You might have lost track of time while cumming your brains out.”

Asami cringed. She could still feel the afterglow of everything Korra had done to her. And god, did she love what Korra had done to her.

“You can have that again for real. Go to her. Shove your tongue inside. You know you want to.”

Asami steeled herself. “Nice try, ghost, but I’m not going to be dissuaded from the path I’ve chosen.”

The ghost shrugged. “They usually say that. We’ll see how you handle the next two ghosts.”

With that, she was gone, leaving Asami to shiver as the cold crept in and the clock inched toward the next hour.