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Daddy Issues
🕑 Added 2019-01-13 20:00:00 +0000 UTC
Asami wasn’t quite sure how it had happened. She knew Korra had generously allowed her to stay at her family home while she was with the Southern Water Tribe, but both Korra and her mother had gone out on errands. Tonraq, Korra’s father, had made lunch for just the two of them. He’d made polite conversation with her, bringing up with idle gentleness how her father was doing in captivity and how she herself was bearing up after her relationship with Mako had ended.
He’d said something about it being a shame that she didn’t have a man while she was so young and fit, in the prime of enjoying her body—and despite how inappropriate-seeming the line of conversation was, Asami had had to agree. She was horny, quite often, and with no one but herself to please her. Not that she’d said any of that to him, only politely agreed while he mused on the subject. In the short time they’d known each other, she’d come to see him as aged and wise, the kind of fatherly presence Korra was lucky to have and that she wished her own father could’ve emulated.
Then suddenly he was drawing his loincloth aside, displaying to her the kind of manhood she should be enjoying while she was young and vital. Even semi-limp, Tonraq’s long, dusky prick was impressive. It dangled heavily from a thick nest of saltpeter hair, the head thick and purple, flanked by bloated balls a dull red in color. Asami felt a jolt of excitement just looking at it all—and a curiosity as to whether he knew how to use all of its growing length.
He didn’t even undress her. Her skirt was unbuttoned and drawn up around her waist, and her underthings moved aside. He remained in all of the Water Tribe clothing his daughter might’ve worn, only with flaps of cloth out of the way to leave his erection unobstructed. It had quickly grown once he’d gotten a look at her bare pussy.
Then they were lying on the master bed, hands dipping under each other’s clothes to stroke one another’s bodies. He pulled her close with his hands on her bare back, bending his head to hers and kissing her passionately. It was a kiss that left no room for refusal. She could either accept it or let her own blossoming arousal happen against her will.
Asami closed her eyes, moaning into the kiss. She could feel the hard, toned muscles of his legs inside of hers, holding them open so that she didn’t dare close herself off to him. The large veins of his arm muscles stood out from his flesh and pulsed against the soft skin she’d thought was hidden away under her clothes. She spread her legs, as if enthusiastically agreeing to this was some kind of choice—but she felt so thoroughly seduced that he owned her as he would a doll he purchased at a toy shop.
“Fuck me,” she said softly, not caring, giving in, wanting to surrender all he demanded of her. “Fuck me and make me come!”
“It’s nice of you to ask for it, but that was going to happen at any rate,” Tonraq said firmly. He rubbed his cock against her labia, watching Asami tremble as the little motions of his cockhead along her folds made her want him even more. “The moment you spread those thighs, my cock was going inside them, little girl.”
His voice was as warm, even fatherly, as it had ever been. Something trilled inside Asami as he referred to her as a little girl so fondly. It was demeaning and loving all at once—just what she needed to replace the confused haze of her love triangle with Mako and Korra.
He jammed his hips against her, slipping his swollen cockhead inside her as if it had always belonged there. “Nnnnngh!” Asami groaned. “That’s good…”
Tonraq moved his face down, kissing her throat and leaving it overwarm with a mark of saliva, then pulling open her jacket and yanking down the neckline of her blouse until the firm mound of one breast was exposed. He locked his mouth around its tip, sucking on the warm nipple, sucking on it until it felt like it would go down his throat.
Asami’s pussy burned with slick warmth, heating up with the friction of his cock pitching inside of her. He was going so deep into her that she could feel his balls rubbing against her inner thighs, wiry hairs bristling against the tender skin there.
“Fuck me good!” she whimpered, trying to move her lips down to kiss him, but losing herself in the long mane of hair atop his head, her lips feeling a feverish warmth when she tried to get through to his scalp. “Fuck my pussy apart!”
Tonraq wasn’t gentle with her and he wasn’t rough—the only word she could use was firm.
His mouth was devouring her breast, demanding every ounce of pleasure from its swollen arousal, chewing and biting like a beast—even as he eased his cock in and out of her sex with a carefully calculated languor. Every stroke was too much and not nearly enough; both at once as she swallowed him from his glans to the hilt of his manhood.
He then reversed what she was feeling, giving her body sensations it was totally unprepared for. Releasing her nipple, he tenderly licked and kissed the pillowy flesh of her breast, even as his hips began to violently smash down into her, filling her tight cunt recklessly full.
Asami’s flesh was awash in aching need. She found herself opening her legs wider to take his full length, to let him use her body as much as he wanted to. His hands covered her thighs, big fingers able to span the toned muscles as easily as a child would grasp a stick, and he forced her to wrap her legs around him, accepting him and all the feelings he was giving her as he thrust down into her sex. Asami locked her legs around him as hard as she could, but the position gave her no power. Now all of her was touching him, and it felt like his body was gripping hers as some huge hand would. Squeezing all the pleasure out until perhaps even he would be sated. And she loved it.
“So… heavenly…” Asami moaned, feeling his strong arms wrap around her, crushing her even tighter to his rampaging cock, its pumping filling her with throbbing contractions. Almost as much pleasure as she needed. “Oh, yes… I’m being fucked!”
Proving that her delicate limbs were as nothing next to his rutting desire for her, he pulled himself almost all the way out of Asami, making her feel like she was gaping open, and then he lunged back inside of her. His balls smacked against her groin like a sharp slap. It gave a sting of pain to the total pleasure of being filled by him. And before she could sort out pain from pleasure, he arched his back, came out of her, and went back into her even harder.
“You like that?” Tonraq asked her with almost mocking concern. His voice vibrated against the tender slope of her breast, the almost painfully taut nipple riding out his thrusting and his mouthing. “Do you like being full of cock?”
“Yes!” Asami trilled without even thinking about it. “Oh fuck yes!”
He took himself out of her for barely a second before lunging back inside her, almost punishing her with how deep he went and how quickly he filled her. And he kept doing that over and over again, fucking Asami until she was used to the pain of being stretched by him, until she craved it. Her breath came in loud, staccato bursts as he pumped into her cunt like it was meant only for his use. She tightened the folds of her sex as hard as she could, she was suckling his manhood with her sex. Tonraq didn’t slow down, but the pleasure grew more intense, electrifying her straining inner muscles. She thought she would faint as she became totally subject to his lust: his body a raging storm and her flesh the land it was scouring.
“Fuck me!” she demanded, beyond all reason, knowing only need. “Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!”
Her body sizzled and smoked like frying bacon, cooked in the sheer frenzy of the sex, and just when the tormenting desire seemed like it would be too much for her, she was plunged into the peace of all-consuming warmth. Even as her mind blanked out, the force of her orgasm worked every muscle in her body to its full power, almost lifting Tonraq’s broad body off of the bed. But she could not buck him off now, not when he needed her to serve her final purpose, to be the bowl he filled with the proof of all his lust. Tonraq roared, his manhood gushed, and Asami was filled until it seemed she would never be empty, but eternally feel his seed wet and warm inside her, one final reminder that the ecstasy she’d felt had been no dream, but the byproduct of a man using her to sate each and every one of his lusts.
And though she would, in the fullness of time, leave behind the feeling of being fucked and stuffed and used up to the very last measure… Asami would never forget how much she had enjoyed being his.
If only he had a son… or… something…
Comments
Shendude
Well, that's not a pairing I ever would've imagined, but the result speaks for itself.
