“And we both know how useless those guys are.”

Korra’s certainly been enjoying the perks that come with her newfound freedom. To her there was nothing quite like walking confidently down the busy streets of Republic City, barefoot and bare chested, feeling the cool breeze all over her body. People sometimes gave her looks, or stared too long at her swaying breasts, but all knew what she was capable of, and didn’t speak a word in objection to her nude presence. Of course, she would never lay a finger on the innocent citizens of Republic City… for the most part. she almost exclusively used her stomach to deal with the no-good rabble of the city, the Triads and Equalist holdouts. But that didn’t mean she didn’t occasionally… indulge herself.

Take the air acolytes, for example. Ever since the president gave her reign to patrol the streets free of laws mandating modesty and prohibiting nudity, she hasn’t worn a scrap of clothes. All they do, to her, is slow her down. And ever since then, recruiting for the air acolytes, those who keep the traditions of the air nomads and tend to air temple island, had spiked exponentially. Every day, dozens of new faces began living on the island that Korra called home. There was no question in her mind that they were simply here to catch constant peaks at her exposed, immaculate body on a daily basis, and most made little effort to hide that motivation. She didn’t mind; she knew this body belonged to Asami and Asami alone, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge her ego a bit. That also meant that she made less of an effort to control her desires around them as well. The citizens of Republic City were like a walking buffet that she kept herself from indulging upon… but she considered these air acolytes to be her sample platter. So many arrived every day, nobody would notice a few missing now and then, right?

And so, here she lays, several hours after locking the doors on five unlucky acolytes and having her way with them, forcing them to strip before devouring them at her leisure. She didn’t know who they were, maybe some of them really were here for respect of the air nomads, Korra really didn’t care. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, especially the White Lotus sentry who just happened to be scheduled to patrol at that hour. Now, there wasn’t much of any of them left to begin with. Korra’s tummy had become a great big mound of Acolyte soup, which she lay on like a bean bag- the liquified, melted men made for comfortable laying. Now that she’s dealt with the mild backlash from Tenzin, she waits for Asami to arrive. Korra had a whole night of fun planned with Asami, with her belly and clitoris as the main attractions. Korra planned on telling Asami all the details of the day… trapping the acolytes, forcing them to take off their clothes, hearing their pleads as she sent them to their doom in her belly… Asami liked that sort of thing.

Asami loved when Korra was naughty.

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