Recently Korra had found herself coming under fire from a series of love bombs. The denizens of Republic City had come to see her as a celebrity, the older ones remembering a the frequent good times when Aang watched over the city back in the day.

Now, it was the time of a new avatar, in contrast to Aang who was technically an old man, Korra was a young, beautiful woman, one of the southern water tribe. The darker complextions of the water tribe women lead to them being considered quite attractive in Republic City, and Korra was fond of this attention.

She couldn’t walk 5 feet without being stopped by a random man telling her of how they met Aang once, stories of how cheerful he could be, and the occasional odd comment of sexual harassment along the lines. “Are you 18 yet?” or “The women of your nation are very attractive!”

She liked it, of course, but that had to be kept a secret. Korra caught enough flak from Tenzin for not taking her responsibilities seriously enough, acting like a floozy would only make things worse.

Tenzin trusted her to make the right decision so little that he had almost stopped her from helping Lin with her latest assignment. A woman, a “prostitute” as she was called by Lin, went missing in the slums of Republic City. They had very few leads on them, only her name and a photo of her, Serenity, most likely a stage name. Korra felt a specific kind of shock as she looked at the photo, this woman could be her sister, perhaps they were seperated at birth. It was enough to give Korra a momentary iota of guilt as she wondered why it was her that was chosen to be The Avatar.

Was chosen the right word? I supposed it just happens.

She crept through the lower-class alley ways of Republic City. Korra had never seen this side of the city before, it was… unnerving, almost like a different city than the one she was familiar with. She noted how poorly maintained it was, along with the small living space. She thought back to why Lin wanted her in particular to investigate.

“This neighborhood is 86% Water Tribe immigrants, you might know some of them, if not, they probably know you.”

Her words echoed in Korra’a head. She couldn’t recognize a soul in this area, they must be northerners. They looked quite poor, as she witnessed a number of people that looked to be without housing, children playing without parental supervision, and several of the women with the job title that Lin described.

“You, you’re the avatar ain’t cha? I’ll give you a discount! I’d love to get ya for free, but there’s only so much I can do.”

A woman propositioned Korra as she saw her walk by, perhaps going in undisguised wasn’t her best plan. Korra blushed as she quickly walked past her would-be suitor, keeping her head down in a flustered state of mind.

Without turning around, Korra quickly backed up when she quickly realized the nature of her goal. “You recognized me?” She asked.

“Who wouldn’t? You’re The Avatar.” The woman replied while taking a drag of her pipe.

“Isn’t there a woman here that looks just like me?” Korra inquired as she held up the photograph.

“Serenity? Yeah, she looks like you, but she dyed her hair blonde a few weeks ago, which is probably why she became so popular.”

Korra was interested in this information. “Hasn’t she been missing for 9 days?”

“Missing? I never heard anything about that, we all just assumed she stopped showing up to work because she had married one of her clients. She was a really very girl.”

The sex worker layed their hand onto Korra’s face, carressing her gently.

“Very beautiful…”

Korra’s face turned red. She had no idea how to approach this situation. She had a girlfriend already, but Asami was never really the monogamous type, atleast, she thought? Maybe if Asami were here right now she’d slap this woman for so much as looking at Korra.

Korra took the sex worker’s hand intp her own. “I need to find Serenity.” She looked her in the eye. “Can you help me?”

The woman took another drag out of her pipe. “I haven’t seen her, the other girls around haven’t told me anything about her, we haven’t heard anything from her regulars because they only pay attention to her.”

“Who are her regulars?” Korra asked with a head tilt.

“You’ll know ‘em when you see ‘em.” She put her finger to her lip. “They’re uh, out of towners.”

“Non-Water Tribe, got it.”

Korra patrolled the area she was informed about, going down Serenity’s usual route and walking past a few of her usual customers, most of them were just in the mood to watch. Korra hadn’t entirely questioned what she was going to be expected to do in the event she was actually mistaken for Serenity. Would she have to… do her job? Korra wasn’t down with that, she had a boyfriend! Not currently, but she’s had him before. mako probably wouldn’t be happy to taste another man’s cum on her tongue.

Korra prowled around the alleyways, she was privy to a few scenes of anonymous sexual debauchery. The women didn’t look particularly happy or depressed to be engaging in the activities they were, it was just life to them, just like Korra in the Avatar State. These events
meant nothing to them, and were most likely going to be forgotten within months, or even weeks. It was business as usual. Taking a swing of sweaty nutsack directly to their faces was the same as Korra being smacked by a pebble during a pro-bending game, she’d liken being soaked in a blast of waterbending to having piss splashed in their faces.

Korra walked by another woman, she was on her knees sucking a cock while the man it belonged to was petting her head. Korra stopped for just a moment to stare, looking at the woman, not seeing her face, wondering what she felt.

That cock looked pretty long and heavy, it was big enough that the woman struggled with taking it all in. She slobbered on the thing, sucking, slurping, but never biting.

Korra passed by another woman, this one looked younger, about 15, she was on all fours being pounded from behind by her parter. He hand a fistful of her hair gripped into his hand, he was yanking it like crazy, and she was in pain every time he did.

Korra noticed a woman laying down on her back, her legs spread as they were hooked over another man’s shoulder. Korra noticed something odd about this couple, it appeared as if the man’s cock was entering the woman’s asshole. Korra had never seen this before, it had to feel like an odd sensation. Did it hurt? Definitely, but how much it hurt was the question, and if it could leave any lasting damage. Korra didn’t think she wanted to find out.

Her relationship with Mako had never lead to any butt sex, but Asami has gotten a little handsy with her rear before, slipping a finger inside was a different story, and a whole cock was an even bigger cause for concern.

Lastly, she bore witness to a woman licking the asshole of a man with his pants around his ankles, quite a shocking sight, Korra couldn’t help but stare. The woman looked like a professional, probably about as old as Korra’s mother, and she was going down on that ass with an intensity that could only come from the soul. Korra wondered if that was something she would one day do with her partner, both Asami and Mako would fit.

While gawking at the participant in front of her, Korra had her shoulder tapped by an unfamiliar man. “Serenity? You’re back?”

Korra whipped her head around to meet his gaze. “Uhh…” was all she could come up with at a moment’s notice.

“Perfect. I’ve missed you a lot recently, my balls have been pretty blue with how much I’ve been saving up just for you.” The man held his arms out for a hug.

“For me?” Korra replied.

“Who else? My wife hasn’t fucked me in years.” The man smirked. “Well you’re out here emptying me on the daily, there’s a reason you’re everybody’s favorite.”

“Yeah, I’m uh, Serenity, the prostitute.” Korra went along with the deception.

“Hey now! We agreed to call you a Professional Lover, but either way I’m in dire need of your service right now.”

“My service?”

“Yeah! You’re gonna suck my dick.” The man immediately undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor as he revealed his cock to Korra.

“I’m going… to suck your cock… right.” Korra mentally braced herself for the ordreal that followed her.

“Well? What are ya’ waiting for? Has it been long enough that you’ve forgotten how to get on your knees for ole’ Ieyasu?”

“Yeah!” Korra exclaimed. “That’s the problem! It’s just been so long, y’know. Us brown women have a harder time remembering stuff like this once it exits our daily routine.”

The man named Satoshi replied. “Well then I’m sure this’ll feel just like our first time all over again~” He leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “Now get to sucking, babe.”

Korra was locked into a deadly situation, she had managed to explain why she didn’t know how to suck cock, but the fear of cheating on Mako, no wait, Asami, was she cheating on both of them with each other? She couldn’t tell. Maybe she was cheating on Bolin, honestly.

But for now, there was a dick in her face and she needed to focus on that. Korra started to take it into her mouth. This was only the second blowjob she’d ever given in her life, were you supposed to just, suck? I suppose that’s all she could do. She treated it like she was scarfing down a large noodle bowl.

“Unf~ even after forgetting so much you’re still an ace, I can’t wait until you get back up to speed.” Satoshi ran his fingers through Korra’s hair. “I like you so much better with your natural color, by the way.”

Korra tried to bind her mind, stay focused, and just keep going like she was in The Avatar State. All she could do was suck. Suck, slurp, and swallow.

Swallow? She wasn’t necessarily expecting to have to drink his sperm so quickly, she had only been at this for about 15 minutes. Was that all it took? She was shocked as his cum flowed into her mouth, it was so thick and creamy as it stained her throat.

“Fuck! I’m ready for round two already! Bend over!” Satoshi said as his cum was still streaming past Korra’s lips. Korra did as she was told, getting on all fours and letting her big brown butt do the talking.

Satoshi quickly ripped her covering down, exposing her bottom half to the cold, cold world. He was still hard and ready to slam inside of her. Two weeks of pent up sexual energy flowed inside Korra’s pussy.

“You’re even tighter than you were before! What’s your secret?” Satoshi spanked Korra’s ass.

“It’s a new waterbending technique I learned!” Korra exclaimed. She wondered if such a waterbending technique actually existed.

It didn’t matter for now, as Satoshi was already busy pushing inside of her, humping away at the water tribe pussy that littered this neighborhood, beautiful as it was. His arms molested every part of her body, feeling her breasts through her clothes, he had yearned to see her again for so long, and all of this was truly wonderful to him.

“You’re on the pill, right?” He questioned, having wondered if she made sure to take care of that after all this time away.

“Yeah! Of course!” Korra lied through her teeth, she knew the consequences of a creampie, but she always figured she’d find a way out of it of truly necessary.

One problem she didn’t know if she could find her way out of reared it’s gorgeous, gorgeuos little head shortly after. Satoshi and Korra were met by an on-looker, one that was clearly of Fire Nation descent.

“Korra?” The woman asked. Korra recognized the voice.

Korra turned her head to see who it was. Standing right there with a distressed expression of confusion, it was the one person in the world Korra wanted to see the least right now.

Asami.