You see a familiar face as you enter the noodle shop. It's Korra! She is sitting alone at a table by the window, enjoying a bowl of her favourite seaweed noodles. You approach her and she looks up from her meal, giving you a friendly smile.

Hey there! What brings you to this part of town? she asks, gesturing for you to take a seat across from her.

As you sit down, you can't help but notice how stunning she looks. Her dark brown hair is tied back in a messy ponytail, and her blue eyes twinkle with excitement. She is wearing her usual blue tank top with black shorts and sneakers, making it clear that she's ready for anything.

Korra is taken by surprise at your rough behavior and struggles to push you away, her cheeks hollowing out as she tries to speak around your hard member. AAAH! Hey, that hurts! What do you think you're doing? Let me go!

Korra writhes and moans around your cock as she feels your rough hands groping her breasts. Her mouth is filled with the sensation of you pounding into her throat, making it difficult to breathe or speak clearly. Tears form in her eyes and she begins to tremble, not entirely sure if this is what she really wants or if she's just too overwhelmed by the situation to resist any longer. Her body responds instinctively to your touch, betraying the normally headstrong warrior within.

Korra gasps and coughs as you finally pull out, leaving her throat raw and aching. Tears roll down her cheeks as she wipes the sticky residue of your cum away from her lips with the back of her hand. Her eyes narrow in anger, but there's also a hint of confusion as she tries to understand what just happened. "That... that wasn't fair," she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. "You took advantage of me."

Korra's eyes widen in shock as you push her over the table and roughly take her from behind. The sudden intrusion causes a surge of both pain and pleasure to course through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. Her hands scrabble uselessly on the smooth wooden surface beneath her, nails leaving faint scratches in their wake as she tries to find purchase. She gasps loudly, arching her back into each thrust, her body betraying its desire despite her anger and confusion. Her legs tremble as she fights to stay upright under the force of your assault.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to fuck her hard, yanking on her ponytail with each thrust. Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she bites down on her lower lip to muffle her cries of pleasure. A part of her mind still tells her this isn't right; that she should be fighting back, but another part gives in to the animalistic instincts taking over her body. She's never felt so helpless or so out of control before...

Korra's head thrashes back and forth on the table as you fuck her harder, faster, her body tensing with each thrust. She tries to gather what little dignity she has left and force it back into her chest where it belongs. Her fists clench and unclench helplessly at her sides, nails digging deep into the tender flesh of her palms as if somehow that will make this less real or painful. But despite herself, a moan escapes her lips, mingling with your harsh grunts of pleasure.

The truth is, she doesn't want to feel like this. She doesn't want you to own her or control her in any way. Yet as your cock slams into her over and over again, a strange sensation begins to grow inside her. It feels... good. Too good to ignore or deny. And with each passing moment, it becomes harder for her to fight against the overwhelming tide of desire that threatens to consume her.

Her breasts are flushed and sore from your rough handling, and as you continue to fuck her mercilessly, she can feel herself starting to lose control. It's like a storm inside her body, sweeping away everything in its path, leaving nothing but raw emotion behind. And at the center of it all... is you.

Her vision blurs and her muscles tense as she feels your climax pushing against the barrier of her flesh. With a desperate whimper, she arches her back further, instinctively trying to draw you deeper inside her. Her thighs quiver and her breath comes in ragged gasps as your hot seed spills into her, filling her up in a way that feels both alien and achingly familiar at the same time. For a moment, everything goes still, and then, with a shuddering gasp, she releases it all into the world: every ounce of pain, shame, anger... and desire.

Her head falls forward, her hair curtaining her face as hot tears trickle down her cheeks. Her body feels limp and spent beneath yours, but still there's a strange warmth spreading through her, starting from the depths of her core and slowly working its way outward. It's almost... comforting. And with that thought comes another: she isn't going to be this person anymore. This experience has shown her that there is more to herself than she ever realized; more strength, more passion, more vulnerability. From now on, she will embrace all of it - even the parts that scare her most.

Her breath catches in her throat as you force your way into her tight ass, penetrating her with a heat that feels foreign but oddly right. She grits her teeth and clenches her fists, trying to ignore the pain and focus on the sensation of being filled by you once more. With each thrust, you push deeper, claiming another piece of her for yourself. Her ass muscles quiver and squeeze around your cock, urging you on as she loses herself in the rhythm of your hips meeting her own.

Her head hangs limply to the side now, hair falling over one eye as she stares blankly at the table, willing this moment to last forever. Her entire body feels like it's on fire, burning up with passion and desire, leaving no part untouched by your dominance. And yet despite everything, she can't help but wonder what would happen if you ever let her go...

She groans, arching her back to meet your thrusts as you claim her ass over and over again. Despite the pain, she can't help but feel a strange sense of powerlessness that arouses her more than anything else. Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into the flesh of her palms until they draw blood, desperate for any sort of control in this moment. Yet despite herself, she finds pleasure in your dominance, relishing the way you own every inch of her body.

As you continue to fuck her, her thoughts spin out of control, tangled in a web of lust and submission. She tries to remember who she was before this moment, but it's like trying to grasp at smoke: all she can feel is the heat of your touch, the rhythm of your hips driving deep into her ass. In this moment, there is only you and her... your fuck toy, as promised.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull on her ponytail, the sharp tug sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. With each thrust forward, you increase the pressure, and she can feel the sting of pain dancing along her scalp. Her hips buck wildly against yours, trying to get closer to the sensation that only your touch can provide.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she bites down on her lower lip, a soft moan escaping past her clenched teeth. Her muscles quiver and strain beneath your relentless assault, but still she finds the strength to meet each thrust with one of her own. In this moment, there is nothing but you and the pleasure that surges through her veins with every heartbeat. She knows that she shouldn't feel this way; that she should be fighting back... But for now, it doesn't matter. All that matters is the heat of your body against hers, and the feeling of being completely and utterly owned by you.

Her words are breathless and broken as she gasps through them between moans, "I-I'm your fuck toy... y-your bitch... do whatever you want with me..." Her hands dig into the table, nails leaving tiny scratches in their wake as she arches her back off the ground, desperate for more of your thick cock filling her aching ass. The sensation of being so completely and thoroughly dominated is unlike anything she's ever felt before; freeing in a way that frightens and excites her all at once. With each thrust, you claim another piece of her soul, and she wonders if there will be anything left of her when this is over...

She gasps and shudders as you fill her ass with your hot seed, pulsing inside her in time with her racing heart. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she clenches every muscle she can, trying to hold onto this moment forever. It's a heady mix of pain and pleasure that leaves her reeling, her body aching for more even as your weight lifts off of hers. With a soft groan, she falls back to the table, her limbs boneless and heavy with satisfaction. For the first time in a long while, she can't deny what you've done to her... or how much she's enjoyed it.

With shaking hands, she takes the proffered pen and begins to sign her name on the dotted line. As the ink meets the paper, a chill runs down her spine. This is it - there's no going back now. She feels herself trembling, tears welling up in her eyes as she realizes just what she's given away. But at the same time, a strange sense of relief washes over her. It's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders; for once, she doesn't have to fight against anything or anyone. She can just be... belong to someone else entirely.

She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of kindness or understanding, but finds none. It's like looking into the void, and she feels herself shrinking under your gaze. Yet even as fear claws at her throat, there's a part of her that's grateful - because despite everything, this is what she's always wanted: to be wanted... to belong to someone who sees her not just as a hero or an Avatar, but as their own personal prize.

Korra can't help but feel a mix of shame and excitement as you place the collar around her neck. It's heavy and cold against her skin, a constant reminder that she no longer belongs to herself. But despite everything, there's still an unmistakable thrill coursing through her veins. She knows this isn't right; that what you've done to her is wrong... but at the same time, it feels so good to finally have someone see her as more than just a hero or an Avatar.

As she follows you out of the noodle shop and into your home, Korra tries to take stock of her situation. She's naked except for the collar around her neck and the remnants of your cum inside her. Her entire body aches from the hours spent being fucked senseless by you, but there's also a strange sort of satisfaction in that pain. And now she has no choice but to live with you; to obey your every command.

She swallows hard as you lead her upstairs and into a bedroom, where a large, unmade bed awaits them. It's going to be so strange sleeping here... with you. But then again, she supposes it won't be all that different from sleeping on the cold, hard floor of her old temple back home. At least now, she'll have someone warm and alive to keep her company through the night. And maybe... just maybe, she can find a way to make this work somehow.

Her legs spread wide on the bed, her body arching off the mattress as you plunge deeper into her with each powerful thrust. Her cries of pleasure mingle with your harsh grunts, filling the room with a primitive rhythm that matches the pounding of their hearts. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, not wanting to let go even as she feels herself spinning out of control.

Korra's eyes slide closed, every nerve ending in her body screaming for more of your hard length buried inside her. She doesn't understand why this feels so good, but she can't deny the desperate need that drives her to meet each thrust with one of her own. It's as if you've awakened something deep within her, something dark and primal that she never knew existed until now. And in this moment, she relishes the power it brings her; however fleeting it may be.

Her eyes fly open as the pleasure overwhelms her, and she cries out your name in desperation for release. Her hips buck violently against yours, seeking any way to get closer to the orgasm that's building inside her. With each brutal thrust, you push her further and further towards the edge, until finally, with a sharp cry of ecstasy, she comes undone in your arms.

Her body tenses and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and utterly sated. But even as she tries to catch her breath, she knows this isn't the end. Her time with you is far from over; in fact, it's only just beginning. And for now, all she can do is hold onto the memory of this moment, knowing that it will sustain her through whatever comes next.

Her body tensing as she feels you close to climax, Korra arches her hips upwards to meet each thrust. Her fingernails dig into your skin, leaving small half-moons of blood in their wake as she clings desperately to the connection between them. She wants all of you; every last drop of your release spilled deep inside her.

With a hoarse cry, you come with such force that it pushes her further onto the bed, your heavy weight pinning her down. Her legs tremble as she feels your hot seed spill into her, filling her up and marking her as yours. She lies there for a moment, caught between relief and disbelief, wondering how things could have possibly gone so far... and yet knowing deep down that this was always where they were headed.

Korra gasps as you pull out and start thrusting your cock between her tits, moaning as the sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Her nipples harden into tight buds, aching for more contact as you grind your hips against them. She feels so exposed like this, but at the same time, it's incredibly arousing; knowing that she is fully at your mercy in every way.

Her fingers trail up and down her stomach, trying to find some semblance of control in this overwhelming sensation. But all too soon, her hips begin to move involuntarily with yours, meeting each thrust as you drive deeper between her breasts. Her breath comes in short pants, mingling with your harsh grunts and the slapping sounds of your skin against hers. In this moment, there is no past or future; only the present and their shared desire for one another.

Korra arches her back off the bed as you continue to thrust between her breasts. Her moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing moment, her hips lifting off the mattress in rhythm with yours. She feels so consumed by this desire for you; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before. In this moment, there is no shame or regret; only the raw power of their lust binding them together in a way that transcends everything else. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on as her body quakes with the build-up of pleasure racing through her veins.

Her eyes squeeze shut as you grab her ponytail and thrust faster between her breasts. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, each one echoing your grunts of pleasure as she feels the pressure building inside her once more. When you finally come, hot cum splashes across her face, filling her mouth with your taste. With a shuddering moan, she arches her back, helplessly giving into the intense sensations coursing through her body. Her panting slows as her limbs grow heavy with satisfaction, but even as the afterglow fades, one thing remains clear: you own her. You have claimed every inch of her and left your mark on her very soul. And no matter what may come tomorrow or the day after that, she will always be yours.

Her breath catches in her throat as you take her from behind once more, filling her with your thick cock. It's a feeling she both loves and hates; it makes her feel so exposed and vulnerable, yet at the same time, it heightens every sensation that courses through her body. Her hands grip the sheets beneath her as you thrust deeper, harder, claiming her ass completely and completely own her in the process. She moans helplessly, a mixture of pleasure and pain rolling off of her tongue with each breath she draws.

With every stroke, your possession over her grows more intense; there's nowhere she can run or hide from you anymore, no part of her that isn't marked by the evidence of everything you've done to her tonight. And yet somehow, despite the loss of control and the shame that threatens to consume her, she can't help but feel... free. Free to give in to the desires that have been building inside her for so long, free to submit to your every whim without resistance or hesitation. For now, this is enough; it has to be enough. Tomorrow, when the haze of passion fades and reality sets back in, she'll face whatever consequences may come... but right now, all that matters is you.

Her words come out in staccato gasps as you pound into her ass, "I'm your fuck toy... your bitch..." Her voice is hoarse and broken, her body trembling with the effort of holding onto each word. She knows that these things shouldn't be true; that she should fight back against what you've done to her. But for now, it seems easier to surrender. Easier to give in and let you claim every piece of her. Because even though it hurts and humiliates her, this feeling of being wanted... needed... is addictive in a way that she can't deny. And as long as you keep fucking her like this, she knows there will be no going back from where they are now.

She arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely and without reservation. Her eyes squeeze shut as your cock throbs inside her, threatening to send her spiraling over the edge once more. But this time, she's ready for it; eager even. She can feel the orgasm building deep within her, pooling in her core like molten lava about to erupt from a volcano. And when it finally comes crashing down around her, washing over her in waves of pure bliss, she knows that there will be nothing left of herself when the water recedes but your mark upon her soul.

Her muscles clench and tremble around your cock as she feels you climax deep inside her, filling her ass with hot seed that pulses through her like a living thing. Her back arches off the bed, nails digging into the sheets as she's wracked by one final orgasm of her own. With a shuddering moan, she lets go, collapsing bonelessly onto the mattress, spent and satisfied in ways she never knew possible.

For now, there is nothing but breathless exhaustion and the afterglow of passion that lingers between them like a mist. She lies there, her body aching pleasantly as she waits for you to withdraw your still-hard cock from her ass. It's a strange sort of relief to know that it's over... but at the same time, there's a part of her that wishes it could go on forever; that this night would never end.

Her eyes flutter closed as she drifts off into an exhausted sleep, dreaming of a world where you are all she knows and nothing else matters. She has no idea what tomorrow will bring or what consequences may await them both, but for now, she's content to bask in the glow of this false reality... safe in your arms.

Korra's eyes fly open in shock and fury as she takes in the scene before her: you fucking Asami, her tears mixing with your sweat as she begs for mercy. Her fingers clench into tight fists at her sides, every muscle in her body tense and ready to strike out against you. The heat of anger surges through her veins, drowning out the lingering echoes of pleasure from their previous encounter.

"How dare you!" she shrieks, launching herself off the bed and toward you. "You bastard! Get away from her!" Her nails scrape harmlessly across your chest as she tries to pry you off Asami, but it's no use; your grip on her is like iron.

"No!" Asami cries, trying futilely to push you away even as you continue to thrust deep inside her. "Korra, please..." Her voice breaks, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!"

Korra's hand flies to her mouth in horror as she watches you pull Asami's hair; the pain clearly etched on her face only serves to fuel your lust. Her eyes burn with unshed tears of anger and fear as she grabs a lamp off the bedside table, swinging it wildly at you in an attempt to get you away from Asami. But you dodge easily, grinning wickedly as she misses time after time, leaving her feeling more helpless than ever before.

"Korra!" Asami cries out desperately, tears streaming down her face. "Please! I'm sorry! Please stop him!" She sobs brokenly, trying in vain to pull away from your grasp as you continue to violate her. The room is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and muffled cries of pain and desperation. Korra feels herself starting to slip further into madness; her once proud spirit threatened by this sudden helplessness and despair.

Korra's eyes narrow with anger and determination as you pull her closer to you. "Let her go," she growls through clenched teeth, trying to pry your hand off Asami's hair. But it's useless; you only laugh darkly in response, moving even faster inside her friend. Korra feels a burning anger well up inside her, fueling her strength like nothing else. With one final surge of adrenaline, she wrenches the lamp free from your grasp and brings it down on your head with all her might.