Korrasami - Special Training (Patreon)

Happy Pride Month!

This month is going to have a lot of pictures I'm really proud of, and on an accelerated schedule, too. Thankyou all very much for the motivation and support, I hope you all really enjoy what I have in store.

This time, the short story is going to be made public, but you guys will still be the first to see it. I'll make other plans for later in the month depending on what I can manage.

If you haven't already, take a look at the other stories on the Patreon! - https://www.patreon.com/posts/66596258

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 Asami braces the punching bag in front of her in the face of the torrent of punishment her girlfriend unleashes on it. The expert martial artist delivers repeated, lethal punches and kicks that would have left it swinging wildly if not for her Asami's own, equal expertise. "That's it, Korra. Harder! Faster!" she calls and the Avatar picks up the pace. The sweat shimmering on her dark skin highlights the musculature she has built in her regular training. The shorter girl had powerfully built arms, broad legs and a chiselled core, twisting and writhing with honed muscles. All of these were carved into her figure in a way that left the feminine curves of her body on display. Caught up in her admiration, a particularly hard spinning kick from Korra sent Asami reeling back, the chains of the punching bag rattling to reflect her own momentary dizziness. She caught Korra's smirk and quickly played it off as an end to this set. The Avatar, for all her physical prowess, got painfully cocky when she was doing well during training.

 "Think we should reinforce those chains? Get a heavier bag?" Korra asked, her voice low, dripping with confidence. She took a step back and caught her breath, wiping a lock of hair from her glimmering face. Her eyes were piercing. Asami stared right into them and ignored the boast.

 "Get up there." she nodded up to the bag. "Time for some ab work."

 Korra kept her eyes on her as she moved gracefully. She put her back to the bag, lifted up her arms. Asami knew she was being teased, and couldn't keep her gaze from the sight of Korra's stretched eight-pack. A single bead of sweat ran down through the central groove as if on cue. The girl reached up until she could grip the chains above her tightly and then lifted her feet from the floor, keeping her legs straight and toes pointed. They rose steadily, blue eyes carefully tracking the smooth motion. Korra exhaled as she crunched her abs and lifted her feet until her whole body curled, plates of stomach muscle bunching together until her toes touched her hands. She held it there for a second and then lowered, back down until she was an inch off the floor. One full rep lasted about five seconds, and she began to grind out more with only the lightest traces of discomfort on her face.

 "You know," she started nonchalantly, with the tone of somebody who hadn't been training hard for two hours and now held up their full bodyweight with a flexing stomach, "if you're getting tired you can go back upstairs. I'll be alright here."

 The taunt was playful, of course, but Korra knew how to get under Asami's skin. The particular combination of showing off with no small amount of turning her on. She was trying to make Asami lose her composure even though it was Korra's body under significantly more stress. Asami frowned, and, before her girlfriends expression could make her smile she turned away and left the room. The confused grunt of "Asami?" came from behind her but she didn't break her stride. Once she had turned away from the Avatar her grin had gone from ear to ear. She had an idea, but she'd need to dig something up...

 It took her about ten minutes to find the old Equalist gauntlet - a large, mechanical glove that could deliver a shock through the palm and fingertips. It was in a trunk under one of the beds and after double checking the batteries, she took it back downstairs without cleaning up the mess she had made in her rush.

 Of course, Korra was still hanging from the bag, still pumping out leg raises. Her face was flushed, her breaths laboured. Asami caught and appreciated the expression of genuine relief on her face. "One thing we have in common, Korra, we don't quit easily." she told her, obscuring the gauntlet as she approached and running a hand through the girl's wet hair. "Hold."

 The word stopped Korra's legs like a switch, pointed straight out parallel to the floor. Asami watched the thick chords in her thighs tremble and where they connected to the hip flexors that made a her waistband bridge between them and the bunched up muscles of her lower abs. All of it trembled subtly, an effect that got worse the further along her legs you looked. Her feet and toes were shuddering. Korra's breath was getting more ragged, snatching air as she held the constant flex. She recognised the gauntlet immediately as Asami slipped it on, but didn't say anything. Her expression was full of apprehension, a touch of fear and abundant excitement.

 "We're going to take your endurance training to the next level." Asami explained. It wasn't a question or an offer, it was a guarantee. She placed her gloved palm, upward facing a couple of inches below Korra's heels. "You remember what this does, right?" She rose her hand and with a wince, Korra lifted her legs higher to stay out of the way of the imminent shock. "Yeah, you remember." Asami didn't say anything more. Just held her hand there and waited.

 "Nngh.. 'sami, that things not - hah - turned on, i-is it?"

 Enjoying her re-established dominance, the taller girl grinned. Korra let out a little laugh of disbelief.

 "Asami?"