Korra smirks to herself. Nervous as Link clearly is, he's also a quick learner. She moans, a quiet, low roll from the back of her throat. The touches of his tongue may be simple, but they do the job. The heat building between her legs has intensified, and she's slick with sweat.

"Fine, Link, stop being nervous." There's a note of impatience in her tone. Korra runs her fingers through his hair, urging his head back briefly to look at him properly.