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Korra/Link psl- nsfw

In her time spent here, Korra had discovered that the atmosphere in the old countryside of the Earth Kingdom was vastly different from the bustling streets of Republic City. She had come out here to train by her own decision. No politics, no one telling her what to do. The role of the Avatar was evolving, and that allowed her a moment to breathe and rethink her own identity, even get back to her roots. Growing up in that compound, she had missed out on what had bound all of her previous selves together. Travel.

Which, in hindsight, was what had brought her here.

The rolling, farmland hills were like nothing Korra had seen before, other than in posters and advertisements for Cabbage Corp. Photographs didn't do it justice, in her opinion. And the people! Though they were a touch more quaint than her family and friends back home, there was something likable about them.

Especially one in particular.

Korra had connected with Link pretty quickly, when they first met. They had taken to training together, lighthearted sessions, mostly, followed by picnics out deep in the fields where nobody could bother them. The word 'date' had crossed her mind more than a few times, but... had Korra ever even been on a real date? Not really. She didn't mind that, but it did make for a slight uncertainty toward the pent up urges that had been building for weeks now.

And here they were, once again completely alone in their usual spot. A single old oak tree provided the only shade from the warm afternoon sun.

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She glances up to meet his eyes before stepping closer, much closer, once again. Korra's head tips to rest in the crook of Link's neck, and she catches a whiff of his scent mixed with a touch of sweat from their training. She smiles to herself, and her hands continue to explore, savoring in touching the lean, strong muscles of his back and shoulders. She presses her lips against his neck, faintly tasting salt as she groans quietly from Link's own hands on her.

Korra's hands come to rest on his hips, and she urges him down toward the grass. Standing here forever won't do them too much good, will it?

The young Skyloftian can only adhere to the request, a bit of anxiety creeping up his spine as his sweat runs cold. He doesn't want to be a disappointment, not when the statue of perfection and beauty is this close to him. He lowers to his knees, hands sliding down to her waist as they take hold of the trim of her pants. He's uncertain if such a gesture is presumptuous, but they've come this far and his desire to please her is so great it could very well manifest itself and carry her off into the sunset alone.

Eyes look up at her with concern, biting his bottom lip as he begins to draw them off her legs. He's continuously caught in awe of her form, her legs so long and toned. The soft and smooth feel of her height, the shapely way they turn to lift out of her coverings, it catches him speechless once more.

Korra can tell that he's nervous. There's a certain thrill in that, but she also knows what it's like, to feel like you're going to do something wrong.

"Don't be nervous." She smiles down at Link, raising an eyebrow. She's not used to being the more experienced one. Easier said than done, but it's a start. And towering over him... likely isn't helping. She knows where this is going, where it could go. But her hands guide Link's down the length of her legs, and she kicks off her pants. Her underthings are just as simple down below. Actually, they're men's boxers, a habit she picked up during her probending days.

"You want me to come down there with you?" Interesting that he defaulted to his knees...

"N-No! I-.. I mean, you can stay there. Let me do this for you."

It's hard to not be nervous, not when the woman who captured his thoughts is finally here, in the flesh, in his arms, for him to know better. His head is swimming in an ocean of confusion and greed, wanting to cover her entire body with kisses, fingers wishing to explore the deepest and most secret curves to burn them into his memory.

She looks so confident and so strong, it's making him blush and wriggle as he finally pulls away at her underwear. He can already sense her scent, watching and at the same time trying to meet her eyes as he helps her bare her inner thighs.

"It's so hard to not be nervous, Korra. You're so beautiful and.. Your body is so brilliant."

His forehead leans against her lower stomach, her boxers finally passing over her knees as his hot breath falls onto the flat portion of skin above her crotch. He can feel the heat rising, not just from his breathing, but from the desire below his vision. Hands let go of the fabric, raising and resting on her thighs as he lowers his seating down just a tad more, letting his eyes fall upon her precious lips.

"Well, you seem to be jumping in just fine..." Korra's voice has grown husky. Her smirk softens as Link slips her boxers down her hips. Beautiful, huh? She felt her cheeks warm with the complement.

Her heart pounds excitedly in her chest as her fingers thread through his hair. There's already that heat building between her legs, anticipatory and insistent. Tempting as it is, she doesn't want to push. Let him do what he'd like. For now. Korra's hips arch gently closer to Link, urging but not insisting.

Edited (OOPS forgot to add something) 2014-02-09 21:55 (UTC)

It's as if he's jumping off into the clouds, exploring unknown territory and feeling the heat of the atmosphere against his cheeks. Lips introduce themselves to the beautiful yet aromatic skin between Korra's legs, kissing her gently before he dares to lay a finger on her. Eyes keep their gaze upon her, judging and gauging her reactions to his work in case his affections become to harsh or unwanted.

A life of sculpting and woodwork has trained his fingers to tread lightly, creeping a single hand against her folds as they trace every crevice and curve with great care. The feeling of her sex is incredible, a hot feeling he's never experience before, as finger tips part the flesh covering her most sacred of body parts. It's moist and inviting, and the taste floods his mouth as he parts his lips to sample her slowly.

Korra's eyes slide closed as Link's fingers slip between her legs. She moans quietly, her fingers curling in his hair. A whimper escapes her lips as the wet heat of his mouth sends small waves of pleasure through her belly. Her back arches further, the cool breeze and the warm sun somehow emphasizing the energy that's quickly gathering deep inside.

Korra shuts out the world completely, if only for a moment, to revel in the somehow relaxing excitement of it. Her knees are growing weak, and her hips press toward Link's caresses.

It won't be long before she grows impatient, but for now, this is bliss.

His lapping is slow and careful, not wanting to miss a single inch of her beautiful sex. He'd never in a thousand years imagined he'd be doing such things with the athletic and stubborn woman who'd captured his heart, and it makes it all the more wonderful as every lick reaffirms that this is very much not a dream.

His hands rest on either side of her thighs, each index finger pushing down at her folds and keeping them spread so that he can know the deeper parts of her heat. The raw flesh is strange to the taste, but it is anything but unpleasant or foul. He curls his pink appendage upward, running over the entrance to her velvet-like sleeve as he spreads his mixture of saliva and her fluids about.

Eyes slowly open to look up and see the relaxation on her face. How marvelous and beautiful she is, the way she puts her weight against his mouth is evidence enough that she is enjoying his actions. He'd worried that his affections would be clumsy, and seeing her look so peaceful and at ease only makes the energy welling inside him hotter.

He breaks away from her mound for a moment, licking his lips clean before speaking.

"..How is it? Are you okay?"

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.

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