Using Our Bodies Up As We Go chapter 3 - Korra reward story (Pixiv Fanbox)

The nice thing about being two of the most famous women in Republic City and also being outrageously beautiful was that finding men who would let them suck their cocks was almost trivial in its ease. There was so much cock to go around and no reason for the two girlfriends to fight over it. Not when they could instead end up surrounded by men who all crowded in with their big dicks in their faces. Especially when the men were then also cockslapping them stupid, grinding against them, letting their noses fill with the intoxicating aroma of cock.

They didn't even think about competing to see who could suck dick the best or who could get the most men off. "I love cock." Asami moaned while she seized hold of a dick, rubbing it along her tongue and preparing herself before she sucked it down completely.

"I love you too," Korra whined, absent-minded and distant while started to lick all over one of the dicks in front of her.

When Asami came back addicted to sucking cock after her own run-in with Mayinjing, Korra was overjoyed. They were reunited again and Asami understood, freeing them both from the grip of all the ugly judgment and pesky 'thinking' that got in the way of things. As much as Korra had put distance between them, she was happy to be back to back with her girlfriend even if their love life now consisted of them sucking cocks side by side rather than any real sense of intimacy.

But maybe this was intimacy. As the two began to worship the dicks in front of them, it felt like this was all either really needed. There was nobody they would have rathered share cocks with now, and it was all so wonderful and senseless to give in to.

Korra's approach was to take two cocks in hand, pumping madly along the shafts while she licked them every which way, letting her lips only wrap around them for brief bursts of energy amid much sloppier excitement. "Your cocks taste so sweaty today," she moaned, laughing her way through sticking her tongue out and smacking the dicks down upon her tongue before she resumed her licks again. "I love a hard working man. Their cocks taste so much better."

Asami's approach was a little more 'refined', if refinement was all about relaxing her throat and choking down cocks, going hands-free on the pair of dicks in front of her. She gagged on one of them amid the sloppy, deep sucking she offered, spit strands spraying off in every direction in her erratic and frenzied passion, the sloppy heat only building up before she moved on to suck the other down with similar intensity, leaving the other man to wait his turn for more attention, but with the rich girl's pristine, spasming throat clenched tight around his cock, both men were willing to share and to be as patient as they needed to be.

They were in their own worlds here, neither really thinking much about the other's actions or about trying to talk. Taking meant they weren't sucking cock, after all, and that wasn't okay. They had to keep sucking, had to indulge the ravenous addictions that now burned within them. A fate of being a sloppy cockslut wasn't one that bothered Asami at all; she was happy to simply be right up against Korra's back, to be there sharing this with her. Mayinjing had fixed everything up for her so well and brought them together, in her deranged understanding of the situation.

"I can't believe you two do this," one of the men groaned. "I thought you were girlfriends." He slapped his cock across Asami's face after she pulled back from throating him.

"We are," was Asami's useless, unexplaining reply as she gobbled the other dick down, following it up with the sloppy, "glurk gulk gack," that further flaunted how sloppy she could be. In her cum-addled mind, there was no contradiction here. They were girlfriends, yeah. And they sucked cock together. They shared a man or they got blowbanged together. It was all pleasure and indulgence for the two lovers and their distant, spacy sexual explorations, indulgences growing weirder and messier amid every push forward. This was all getting weirder, fiercer, and as they worked the men over so hard, their sloppy efforts all came perfectly together for them now.

Korra's messy licks gave way to a bit more sucking, but she remained aggressive, forceful and mobile in sucking these cocks, needing to continue toying back and forth with the possibilities and the excitements of so completely losing herself. It was all happening, and happening on a scale that had her craving more. She needed it, ready and reckless, spurred on by the messy noises that Asami made behind her. She was having so much fun here. "You're such a hot cocksucker," she called back over her shoulder, but she had no intention of making it a conversation.

No, the real time for the couple to indulge came when the men were pleased, and that was a moment they still had to work toward. Their desperate attention and fever grew messier and weirder, too sloppy to handle while they made a show of this chaos, sucking and stroking and gagging their way through the two men each that they had before them. Korra's aggressive approach and Asami's hopeless throat slavery both had similar effects, a profound insanity that weighed down now upon them both while they pulled the men in to the limit of reason and sense.

With hot, hopeless groans, the men lost themselves all over the faces and into the mouths of the Avatar and her inventor girlfriend. Streaks of cum splattered all over them and they kept their hands and mouths active to milk out every drop they could, wringing the cocks dry before they turned in toward one another and began the more 'girlfriendly' activities that made Asami's corruption and turn into cocksucking addiction such a wonderful matter.

Asami shoved forward, licking the pearly white spunk off of the brown skin that it contrasted against so perfectly. She didn't go for Korra's lips, just licking all over her face, sampling up all the salty spunk that had been shot all over her. Korra did the same, her tongue running all over the pale, pretty face of her beautiful girlfriend and savouring the chance to clean her up. The cum tasted amazing, their bodies shaking and their heads spinning through this dizzying ecstasy. Cum as their drug, all either needed, and the relief of pursuing it brought them into a state of wicked excitement now. They loved every second of writhing against one another, of letting the pleasure rip them both utterly asunder now, and there was just no reason to want to behave.

When finally they met in the middle, it was almost chaste. "No kisses yet," Korra purred while she slipped around in front of Asami, Asami in turn filling the space where Korra had just been. They moved into place to tend to the men the other had sucked off, wanting to keep the excitement rolling by offering themselves up to more dick and more cum.

"Facefuck me," Asami moaned, opening her mouth wide, blatantly drooling while she looked at the men who her girlfriend had just served.

"Grab me by the skull and rape my throat," Korra agreed, eyes lidding in desperate hunger.

The girls got what they wished as the men grabbed tight old of them and shoved forward. The girls had set the pace on their first bursts, the sloppy cock worship of varying colours that let them explore and indulge at their speeds. Now, the men were in charge, hands seizing hold of hair and hard shoves forward starting to ravage their throats with newfound vigor and depravity.

For Korra, that meant finally having something in her throat after so long at playing mostly external. She gagged extra hard on the cock that rammed down first, clearing things out and loosening her up so that when the other man swabbed her throat, he could go down a little smoother, but with no less noise. Korra never tried to shy away from making noise or from gagging as loud and as hard as she could. Why would she? Men loved making a woman gag. When that was the most powerful bender in the world, it was just extra enticing, a wicked thrill that could keep her burning brighter in the sloppy shoves forward, a delirious rush of fever and fire to keep appreciating. Korra was tightly in control of herself now, ready to keep losing all focus and control to a moment complete cut off from reason now.

Drool dripped down her chin and onto her breasts while she endured these brutal back and forth treatments. The men were good about taking turns and sharing her mouth. Most were. Korra and Asami were firm about that when they recruited guys in, and the privilege of fucking the mouth of women like this was well worth whatever rules had to be followed. But in those little, brief flashes of switching, Korra was happy to moan things like, "I'm your throat whore," and completely debase herself. It made them harder. They loved it.

Asami didn't do a lot of talking, but she did a lot of choking, which was far better. She kept her mouth open wide for threes brutal treatments, wanting to receive all the worst attention and fire, all the most beautifully deranged attention now, and she was happy to let it all ruin her. She needed it. She craved the satisfaction of her throat being clogged up and her breath simply stopping. All for cock. Warm, hard, thick cock crammed down her throat and blocking a bodily function, dominating her completely. She'd never seen it for how amazing it was until she was right there accepting it all, until she was guzzling cum several times a day and her only thought was how she could get more cum.

Her pussy throbbed with need, but she ignored every bit of it. Why would she care about her cunt? Orgasms didn't feel as good as drinking down cum did. Servicing these men was all she could wrap her head around, all she needed in the dizzy throes of a pleasure she was powerless to fight, and with every push down, she continued to struggle and gag and lose herself to the beautiful insanity that forced her down. This was getting out of hand, too wicked and too senseless for her thoughts to process any of it, but she was so happy to continue losing herself to this madness, a spectacular form of insanity that only felt more and more rewarding as she let it happen.

Slick, slippery cocks continued to brutalize the women's throats, adding on the sloppy chaos of noises that the girls reveled in making and which the men could only be driven on by even more of. The chaos behind these pleasures knew no reason, the endless and boundaryless spectacle of chaos coming on with so little restraint now that it almost didn't seem real. There was just too much pleasure here to help, the inescapable and the unrelenting thrill of pure ecstasy coming with less and less focus to it, until they were simply falling apart at the seams, but doing so together. That was where the magic was. That was what made this mean so much to them both.

The unrelenting delight of continuing to fall deeper worked its senseless toll on them both. Unbearable excitement carried them progressively lower, deeper into frustration, deeper into the sort of empty and aimless bliss where they had no power now over their own demise. This was how they needed it, how the pleasure could take them fully over the line. These men they didn't know used them without a care. Without dignity. These men knew who they were. All of Republic City did. There was an unevenness to this, to the anonymity of these men getting their cocks serviced by these two famous women debasing themselves for their hit. It was degrading, but that only further emphasized to them both that this was precisely where they needed to be, and that only this pleasure could satisfy their ravenous wants.

It was under the pressure of having their throats fucked that writhing, cross-eyed ecstasy took hold of both women. They didn't care about restraint now, letting the pleasure escalate so far past reason and normalcy that all either had left was the chance to give in and to slurp down the loads thewy were about to earn. And the men gave it to them. The first guy they got off came in their mouths, then the second dipped into the mess of gooey spit and spunk to finish off too, leaving them both to enjoy the double dose of semen.

In her haste, Asami swallowed hers. "I'm sorry, Korra! I can't wait!" she squealed, gasping for air while semen dripped down her chin and mingled with the spit strands. She was a wreck, unprincipled and sitll not as experienced as Korra.

But that only gave Korra more leverage. She turned around and grabbed Asami's hair, yanking her head sharply back, and wordlessly leaning over her, starting to drool the cum out of her mouth in thick globs that dripped down into the waiting, open mouth of a woman fully committed now to filth Asami swallowed the drooled semen, her eyes locking with Korra's in this moment of bizarre intimacy.

This was sex for them now. This was romance. Korra shoved forward to kiss her girlfriend, and snowballing was the main reason they kissed one another anymore. Korra shared the cum she still had with Asami, then pulled back and spat more of it into her mouth. "You should have joined me the first time," she insisted, spitting in her mouth again.

Asami nodded in dizzy, fuck-dumb agreement. Then she spat back into Korra's mouth. "I'm sorry," was all she could muster, but as their tongues met together, that was all either needed. The satisfaction they felt in sharing this cum overwhelmed any semblance of reason now. They had what they needed. They had all they needed.

The men jerked off over the two women who made out for a startlingly long time. They didn't need cock right now, simply toying with the cum and with each other, spit getting everywhere in these sloppiest of kisses, but they reveled in it. As long as there was cum to play with, they'd stay happy, and when the men forced themselves in to cum into their mouths again, they realized how long they had been at these kisses. But they weren’t ashamed. No, they just went right back to it with all the new cum to play with.

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Hand in hand, Korra and Asami walked through the Spirit World as girlfriends, like they had that first time they strode through the boundary together. Asami was snug in against Korra, happily keeping against her warmth and knowing she was safe here. "I'm not afraid," Asami said. "Your big arms just make a girl feel safer."

"You can feel as safe as you want to," Korra promised. In truth, neither were doing something safe now. Or sane. They inched progressively closer to the kind of insanity that would surely be their demise if they let it, but neither could contain this excitement or keep from accepting that what they needed lay here. They didn't even know if they were in the right place to find what they were after, if they had made a mistake or if the spirit they were after had moved.

But then came the obnoxious neighing sound from behind, and they both knew they had come to the right place.

"So it worked. You whores are reunited." Mayinjing strode confidently forward while Asami and Korra turned around. There stood his proud, aching horsecock, that eternal reminder of his virility and his dominance.

Neither woman offered a word. They hadn’t come here to talk to the spirit who had corrupted them both. They didn't need to. Words were simply not something that either cared about sharing now, instead pursuing the sweet plunge down to their knees so they could take his cock in hand and bring their mouths down upon it in unison. It was only right that they praise and thank and worship Mayinjing's cock for bringing them together by sharing it on their knees as a happily reunited couple whose bond was stronger than ever.