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 Avatar Filet Avatar: Legend of Korra, Korra, Asami Sato, Cannibalism,
Consensual, Romantic, Snuff, F/F, Lesbianism

   Korra was nervous as she led her girlfriend to the Restaurant she had
picked to celebrate their anniversary at.  The restaurant was fairly new
and it was famous in certain very specific circles as the only restaurant
in Republic City which allowed it's customers to bring their own very
particular sort of meat to cook using the restaurant's tools and
facilities.

   It wasn't the only restaurant that served this type of meal of course.
But it was the cheapest and, Korra had thought to herself while picking it
out, also the most romantically intimate.

   It was Asami who put the idea in her head.  It was early in their
relationship, and Korra had been thoroughly enjoying her girlfriend's
talented tongue and had in the heat of the moment asked Asami if she'd ever
eaten pussy before they started dating.  She hadn't expected an answer, but
Asami stopped.  When Korra asked her what was wrong, Asami replied that she
hadn't, but she could have once.  Her father had offered her some fire
bender pussy at a fancy dinner, but she'd turned it down.  Asami admitted
that she'd always regretted that decision.  Fire bender filet was supposed
to have a spicy kick to it that couldn't really be described, only tasted.

   Korra was shocked.  "Your father invited you to a sex party?" She asked
incredulously, but Asami just laughed before responding with something even
more shocking.

   "Of course not Korra!  I was only a little girl, and even if I weren't,
my father would never do that!  He didn't even let me date until Mako!" She
laughed.  "This was a business meeting with a fire nation conglomerate, the
fire bender filet was the first course."

   That of course led to the revelation that cannibalism had been legal in
Republic City at the time, though it was hardly commonplace even among the
elite and even then only limited to the vaginas (and sometimes bodies) of
young female benders, each variety of which was said to have it's own
distinct and wonderful flavor.  The practice was still was legal to be
honest, but; with the triple threat triads disbanded, the most plentiful
source of imported (though likely smuggled) bender pussy had dried up.

   In Republic City cannibalism was only legal if the girl gave away her
filet willingly, and though it did still happen, especially among very poor
families whose daughters or sisters sacrificed theirs to provide for their
families, the scarcity made the cost for a bender filet prohibitive to all
but the wealthiest of Republic City citizens, of which Asami was no longer
one.

   Asami hadn't talked about it again, and the knowledge had mostly faded
from Korra's mind except for occasional musings about how her own Avatar
filet would taste.  That is, until Korra ran out of ideas for a suitable
anniversary gift for her girlfriend before remembering how Asami had
regretted never having the opportunity to eat that firebender filet all
those years ago.

   "The Lusty Gourmand?  Korra, you'd better not be taking me to a brothel
for our anniversary!" Asami protested as she spotted the restaurant Korra
was leading her towards.

   Asami's confusion was understandable.  Like a brothel, the restaurant
had absolutely no windows on the ground floor, only an oaken door set in a
door frame made of spirit vines

   "Don't worry Asami, it isn't a brothel, it's a restaurant."

   Korra had found The Lusty Gourmand by accident.  Having exhausted all
her ideas for gifts, Korra was meditating in order to figure out what to
get Asami.  Korra had been about to give meditation up as a lost cause,
since her mind kept slipping back to the way that Asami's tongue felt on
her pussy, and her regrets about not tasting that fire bender's filet when
she had a chance, when one of Jinora's dragonfly bunny spirit friends had
hopped onto her lap, distracting her.  Korra had tried to pet it, but the
friendly spirit had hopped away.

   Curious, Korra had followed the cute little spirit, unsure if it had
decided to play a game of tag, or if it had come to help her.  The spirit
took her on a whirlwind tour through the city, closer and closer to the
vinelands surrounding the spirit portal before finally coming to a stop
hovering over an a simple door with a small sign labeled "The Lusty
Gourmand."

   Korra reached out to catch the spirit, but it faded from view, leaving
her alone with the door.  Wondering why the spirit had led her here, Korra
opened the door.

   The room that Korra had entered last week looked almost the same as the
room she was now leading Asami into.  Spirit vines crisscrossed the area,
draping from the ceiling and rising from the floor around a couple small
circular booths to give each one a veneer of privacy.  Each booth was small
and circular and furnished with comfortable looking leather booth seats,
while some booths were traditional, others held no tables at all, only
either empty space or the occasional spirit vine running through instead.
In the center of the whole room was a long table with a number of cooking
devices.  Some looked normal, like braziers, and spatulas, and portable
grills and hotplates, while some looked less normal.

   "Welcome to The Lusty Gourmand." The girl at the host's podium welcomed
Korra and Asami just like the host that Korra had met prior had done for
her on Korra's previous visit.  "How many are in your party?"

   Korra answered before Asami could.  "My girlfriend will be dining
tonight.  We have a reservation under 'Korrasami'?  It should already be
paid for, I booked it last week.  I'm bringing the meal." The girl looked
Korra over.  If she recognized the Avatar, she gave no sign at all, but she
did take special notice of the curious expression on Asami's face and
smiled at what seemed to be a private joke that only she knew.  Korra
realized what had prompted the expression of course, but she said nothing.
This was supposed to be a surprise for Asami, and she didn't want to spoil
it just yet.

   "I see, a private booth for one then?  Follow me and we'll get your
girlfriend seated.  Then when you're ready, you can choose the implements
you want from the central table together."

   Asami looked around the room curiously, but the vines blocked the view
of what few booths were in use and muffled the sound from within.  She
could see movement behind them, but she couldn't make out what anyone
looked like or what they were doing.

   The hostess seated them off to the side in a smaller booth that might
fit four people on the seats if the squeezed in extra tight, and had a
spirit vine rising out of the ground like a sort of gymnastics bar in the
middle where the table would normally stand.

   Asami turned to her girlfriend when the hostess left them, without
leaving a menu.  "What sort of restaurant is this Korra?  It's just one
long room, I don't see a kitchen, and they didn't leave a menu, and what do
you mean you brought our meal?"

   Korra blushed nervously.  "Well, it's sort of a bring your own meat
place," she began.  "They only serve one thing, and you kind of have too
cook it yourself."

   "Bring your own meat?" Asami asked.  "Korra?  You told the girl you
brought our meal, but you didn't even bring a purse, what are we going to
eat?"

   "Do you remember when you told me about that business meeting your
father hosted?  The one where he offered you a fire bender filet?" Korra
asked.

   Asami's confusion was slowly lifting "This place cooks bender filets?"
Asami asked incredulously.  "Korra, we don't have the money for one of
those!"

   Korra smiled.  "That's why I chose this place.  There's no menu because
you bring your own filet with you, and it's a lot more affordable because
you aren't buying the filet, you're just renting a booth and some tools to
cook it with."

   "But Korra," Asami asked still a bit confused, "You definitely didn't
bring a filet with you, unless you slipped it into my purse?"

   Korra grinned nervously, this was it.  It was time to reveal her plan.
Asami, was wearing in the same dress that she'd worn that night; the night
they'd officially begun their relationship, the victory party for the
battle against Kuvira's forces.  Red and flowing but still hugging tightly
around her waist with translucent bands across her arms that almost hinted
at straps.  With the gold bracelets around her wrists, and the red lipstick
lining her lips, it was all Korra could do to keep from tossing her
girlfriend across the bar and ravishing her right then and there.  But she
couldn't.  She had a plan, and it was time to see if Asami liked it.

   Korra of course had matched Asami's dress with her own.  It was the same
blue and white water-tribe style dress she'd worn at the victory party,
identical in every way save for one.

   "Of course I did," Korra replied smiling.  The dark skinned avatar
reached down and tugged at the hem of her dress, pulling it up to reveal
the one change she'd made to her outfit.  "I bring one everywhere I go."

   Asami's eyes widened.  Korra's slit was lying before her, completely
uncovered and bare as a baby's bottom.  Korra was dripping visibly with
excitement, her lower lips slightly open, and just as inviting as flower
petals to a bunny-bee.

   "I know how much you enjoy eating me out," Korra continued.  "So
tonight, I want you to do it for real." she added, running a slender mocha
colored finger between her damp lower lips.

   Asami was shocked.  "You?" she asked, confused, but more than a bit
aroused.  It had always been a secret fantasy of hers, for Korra to feed
her her filet, but she'd never told her girlfriend, and she'd never
expected that secret wish to come true.

   "Why not?" Korra asked, placing her fingers on either side of her outer
lips and slowly pulling her pussy apart so that Asami could see just a
taste of what she was offering.  "I'm a bender.  In fact, since I can bend
all the elements, I'm sure that my filet will be absolutely incomparable."

   "But, Korra," Asami argued, "girls who donate their filets...  they
don't survive."

   "I know." Korra admitted.  "But that doesn't matter." she slipped an
index finger into her snatch with a wet 'schlick.' "If you want to eat my
filet, then I want you to have it." Korra stated, the soft tone of her
reply doing nothing to mute it's impact on her lover.

   "Korra..." Asami replied, awed by her partner's sacrifice.

   "Besides, you don't need to worry.  As the Avatar, even if I die, I'll
just reincarnate." Korra said with a sly smile.  "And I've already paid for
a taxidermist for after the meal to make my body into a pillow for you so
your bed won't be empty when I'm gone." Korra smiled wickedly.  "I got to
help them make a replica of my pussy to replace this little treasure." She
said, stroking her lower lips as she pulled herself even wider open so that
Asami could see the soft pink flesh of her slit hiding behind the light
brown gates that normally concealed it.  "I even got to try it out.  It's
incredibly soft and fun to play with," Korra grinned.

   "So?" Korra asked.  "Will I be feeling those lovely red lips of yours on
my pussy for the last time tonight?"

   "I don't know..." Asami asked, still conflicted.

   "I'm going to be a strapping young, male, earth bender next time.  What
if I help you seduce him too?  I'll be the only Avatar he can ask for
advice...  I bet with a few choice memories he'll be eating out of your...
hand." Korra added with a lascivious grin.

   "Korra!" Asami called out, scandalized.

   "No?  Well, maybe you'll come around to that.  I'll keep the offer open.
It's not really cheating if it's with me right?" Korra asked temptingly.

   Asami still looked conflicted.  Korra could tell she wanted it, she knew
that Asami wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into Korra's snatch
and devour it.  The only thing stopping her lover was her concern for
Korra's life.  It was sweet, but misplaced.  Korra didn't mind dying, as
long as she made Asami happy in the process.

   "You're still not convinced are you?" Korra asked.  "You know I don't
mind right?  I want you to enjoy me." Korra slipped her fingers into her
pussy and pulled it open in front of her lover's eyes.  "I bet you've
always wanted to but been too afraid to mention it, haven't you?  Wanted to
taste me, really sink your teeth into my...  cunt." Korra stated
emphasizing the final word.  It always drove Asami crazy when she used it.
It pissed her off, and inspired her to new levels of sexual abandon.  Korra
was hoping that it might push Asami over the edge.

   Asami's heart was pounding.  Korra was offering her something she'd
always regretted missing, she was offering Asami her deepest most forbidden
desire.  A dream so dark she'd never even dared to mention it to her
dark-skinned lover.  Korra was giving it to her freely, even though it
would cost her her life, and the only thing stopping her from accepting,
from lavishing her lover with her thanks, from enjoying Korra's cunt as the
life slipped from her eyes, was the fact that if she accepted, this gift
would cost Korra her life, and even though she desperately wanted to
accept, she couldn't ask that of her lover.  Still, the thought of Korra's
treasure on her tongue, Asami couldn't deny the allure.

   Korra didn't care what the gift would cost her.  She knew, and she
accepted it.  To her mind Asami was just being stubborn, keeping herself
from accepting what she wanted because of stubbornness, and Korra was going
to break through it get her to accept her anniversary gift.

   "Asami, tell me the truth," Korra asked, "if you don't want to eat my
filet, if you really don't want it, just tell me, and we'll just forget
this happened."

   Korra could see the way Asami looked at her, she could see the hunger
burning in the other girl's eyes as she stared at Korra's bared snatch,
taking in the variation between the dark skin of her soft inner and outer
lips and the lighter pink of her inner passage.  Asami wanted her, she
wanted to taste her, to eat her filet off her while Korra was still alive.
Her face was so expressive right now that anyone could read it like a book.
The only one who couldn't admit what Asami wanted was Asami herself, and
Korra had a plan to fix that.  "If you truly don't want to eat me, I'll
just give you the copy of my cunt the taxidermist created and we'll go get
something else."

   Asami's eyes brightened as Korra offered her a way out.

   "But we'll only do that, if you can look me in the eyes, and tell me
right now that the thought of eating my filet, for real, this one last time
doesn't excite you."

   Korra could see Asami steeling herself to try even though they both knew
that the battle was lost.

   "Asami..." Korra asked after a few seconds had passed without her
girlfriend so much as meeting her gaze.  The dusky skinned Avatar pulled
fondly at her lover's chin so that she could look her in the eye.  "Please,
can't you just accept that I'm serious about giving you my pussy?  I know
you want to eat me, and I'm fine with it.  I want you to.  Please, let's
enjoy our last anniversary, together."

   Asami blinked her eyes.  She was crying and she hadn't noticed.  Joyful
tears ran down her face as she wordlessly accepted her lover's gift.  Korra
dabbed her tears away with a tissue and smiled happily at her lover as she
accepted her gift.

   Asami smiled back and pulled Korra into a soul-searing kiss.  Asami
poured everything into the kiss, her love for Korra, her gratitude, her
thanks for getting through her stubborn refusal, but also her lust, her
hunger, and her anticipation not just for what was to come, but for what
she was about to do with her mocha-skinned lover.

   "Well..." Korra grinned as she broke off the kiss panting.  "If that's
the thanks I'm getting...  I'm just sad I can't do this more than once..."

   Asami grinned happily back.  At her girlfriend.  "You dope..."

   "You know you love it," Korra grinned back, "and you're gonna love me."
She added, glancing pointedly down at the still-raised hem of her dress and
the bared 'filet' beneath it.

   "I know I will." Asami agreed.

   _____

   "Now, let's get me out of this dress." Korra smiled, standing up.  "I'm
sure you want to see what your anniversary gift looks like unwrapped
right?"

   Asami nodded.  Korra's movement had caused her dress to cover her
privates, hiding them from view, and Asami wanted this fixed as soon as
possible.  "Of course I do." She stated firmly.

   "Well then," Korra said gathering a few flickers of fire in her hand
with her bending, "allow me to show you what's on tonight's menu." Korra
traced the air with her fingers leading the flames down until they kissed
the hem of her dress.

   Asami watched, unable to tear her eyes away as the flames licked Korra's
dress quickly turning the expensive cloth to ashes.  Wherever the flames
passed Korra's body was left bare, the fire consuming her dress leaving
nothing but Korra's uncovered form in its wake.

   Korra moved her fingers back and forth, shifting her weight just so as
she controlled the fire on her dress.  She guided it precisely, having used
many of her other dresses to practice during the days between discovering
the Lusty Gourmand and finally bringing Asami with her for their
anniversary.

   First Korra shortened the dress, the flames eating at it until just the
barest hint of her pussy was peeking out from underneath.  Then Korra
guided the flames in a curving line up her thigh and past her hip until
they reached the area around Korra's collar before dipping down and
scooping out the neck of the dress into an incredibly low neckline that
revealed and emphasized Korra's beautiful brown breasts.

   Asami was stunned.  Korra was beautiful, and from what Asami could see
clearly not wearing any sort of bra either.  And Asami could see pretty
much everything.

   But Korra wasn't done yet.  As Asami watched, staring at her body, Korra
let the traces of flames lingering around the path that the fire had taken
flare to life and consume the rest of Korra's dress, leaving her standing
before her lover wearing nothing at all.

   Korra's body was a deep mocha, her every muscle toned to perfection. 
Asami had seen her lover naked before of course, but this was different. 
There was something deeply taboo about the way Korra stood there,
excitement leaking from her pussy as she blushed under Asami's gaze.

   Korra's breasts were perkier than Asami's own, though they were a bit
smaller as well.  Asami loved to play with her dark brown nipples, tugging
and pinching them in her hand as she snuck up on Korra from behind in their
room as she got undressed.  The little yelp of surprise that Korra let out
was the cutest thing she'd ever heard.  She wouldn't be hearing it again
after tonight, but somehow, in the face of her tremendous hunger for her
lover's snatch, that didn't matter as much as she thought it should.

   "You know," Korra blushed shyly, "It's a good thing you accepted my
gift, because I already donated the rest of my clothes." Korra added before
smiling slyly.  "Well, except for some lingerie I know you enjoyed that I
left so you can play dress up with my body pillow once I'm gone."

   Now it was Asami's turn to blush.

   Korra smiled delightedly as she saw Asami's face turn red.  She loved
the way her girlfriend got embarrassed when she took the lead, it was
wonderful knowing that she could provoke that feeling in her lover.  Not as
nice as when Asami dominated her, but still wonderful.

   "Do you...  like what you see?" Korra asked shyly.  They had done the
deed a hundred times, but somehow this was different.  She knew Asami
desired her as a lover, but now she wanted more.  Korra wanted her lover,
her best friend, to desire her as a meal as well.

   "Always." Asami admitted, careful not to lick her lips and smear her
lipstick.

   Korra swayed her hips from side to side innocently, pressing her right
index finger against the pouty lips that Asami wanted nothing more than to
kiss right now.  "Do you want a closer look?" She asked innocently.

   Asami nodded, drawn into Korra's innocent playing.  She watched
entranced as the dusky girl shimmied up onto the spirit vine behind her and
pulled her legs apart.  With a single finger, Korra stroked the entrance to
her pussy from the bottom all the way to her clit, leaving a trail of
moisture in her wake.

   Asami stared enraptured as Korra peeled her pussy open for her view,
parting her lower lips with practiced ease to show off the soft pink flesh
within.  Asami felt herself drawn forward as if by magic.  She knelt down
in front of her water-tribe lover.  She could see the arousal glistening on
Korra's lower lips, she could smell her lover's musk.

   Korra glanced at her lover knowingly, "Asami...  would you like a
taste?"

   Asami nodded, not trusting herself to respond.  She moved in as Korra
removed her fingers from her pussy, letting the tantalizing glimpse of what
lay beyond Korra's flushed brown lips vanish before her lover's eyes.

   Asami placed a gentle kiss on Korra's lower lips, staining them red with
her lipstick.  Her tongue snaked between them, parting the flimsy gates
that guarded her lover's treasure.

   Korra had never been so aroused in her life.  She could feel Asami's
tongue as it dove inside her, lapping at the soaked walls of her pussy. 
Her lover was enthralled, her tongue moved slowly inside her, but it almost
seemed as if she was attempting to lick every part of Korra's damp box
completely dry.

   The avatar shivered as Asami's tongue rolled over an exceptionally
sensitive spot, the socialire's upper lip rubbing against the Avatar's tiny
clit at the same time.

   "Oooh..." Korra moaned.  "This feels..." Korra paused panting, "so nice,
but I can't let you spoil your dinner." Korra was close, incredibly close,
but she knew that if she came now she might not have the strength to go
through with her plan.

   Gently, she pushed Asami's head from between her legs.

   Korra took Asami's hand tenderly in her own.  Her lover's hand was soft
and delicate, her fingers slender and tapered, they were the hands of a
socialite, not at all like Korra's own rough, callused fingers.

   "Lets go see the menu..." Korra whispered to her lover seductively as
she helped the other girl up.  Asami's lipstick was barely smudged, but
both girls could see the bright red lip marks she had left against Korra's
dusky skin.  They sat there surrounding the entrance to Korra's pussy as if
some sort of brand, marking Korra as her own.

   Korra pulled her lover after her to the table in the middle of the
restaurant.  When she'd been here before a waitress had explained each
device and how they functioned to the Avatar, and Korra had been dreaming
about each and every one since.  And now, since she didn't need to keep
those fantasies secret anymore to keep from ruining her surprise, Korra was
eager to share them with her girlfriend.

   Asami smiled indulgently as Korra dragged her to the table.  She knew
just how excited her girlfriend was; she could still taste her on her lips,
so she didn't begrudge her the momentary awkwardness her enthusiasm put her
through, and she didn't mind the way that she could feel the eyes of diners
from other booths settle upon them.

   As she reached the center, Korra picked up the closest device, a long
metal tube.  It was open at both ends, but while one end had rounded
edges,the other opening had sharp pointed teeth instead.

   "How about this one?" Korra asked eagerly.  "It's a pussy corer..."

   Asami looked at the device.  It didn't look like much, but Korra seemed
to like it...  "How does it work?" Asami asked.

   "Well, it's like a peach-apple corer." Korra explained putting the
device against her pussy.  The bladed teeth pressed against her supple
brown flesh but failed to break the skin.

   Asami knelt down for a better view.  Korra's flushed lower lips were
contained completely inside the rim of the device.

   "What you do is you push it in, and it carves out my pussy in one easy
go!  Then you just twist like so," Korra twisted the tube in a circle so
that the teeth at one entrance turned completely around like a clock,
barely avoiding scratching her pussy, "and it separates your meal from my
body leaving a nice smooth hole in its place.  Then you just pull it out
and roast it on a grill or a fire while I get to watch you cook and eat
it."

   Asami flushed at Korra's matter of fact description.  She thought back
to the bits of the dinner that she saw, her father and his friends eating
lightly grilled fillets without the girl it was taken from anywhere in
sight, as if her pussy was somehow divorced from her.  That wasn't what she
wanted.  "That does sound fun, but I really want to eat you out Korra. 
It's not really the same if your pussy isn't in you any more...  I want
to..." Asami blushed as if admitting something Korra would think less of
her for.  "I want to rip it out of you with my teeth..."

   Asami paused to gather her courage, "I want you to feel it when I eat
you..." she admitted quietly.

   "You want to hurt me?" Korra asked softly.  Her heart pulsed in her
chest as she waited for the answer.

   Asami nodded, ashamed.

   "Oh, baby..." Korra replied to her lover's unvoiced confirmation. 
"Don't be afraid." Korra smiled at her trying to reassure her.  "Tonight,
this dinner, it's not about me, it's about you.  I'm giving myself to you.
I don't care if you hurt me, so long as you're happy.  So, please, Asami.
Don't hold back for my sake.  I want you to choose whatever you want.  So
long as you enjoy tonight, I'll be happy."

   Korra kissed her girlfriend's forehead, absently wiping away the
socialite's tears with her fingers.  "Okay?" She asked, holding her lover
tenderly.

   "Okay..." Asami responded, relieved.

   "Hmmm...." Korra hummed with a teasing smile.  "Now that I know what you
really want, why don't we skip the soft stuff so I can show you the methods
you'll like best?" Korra asked conspiratorially.

   Asami's amused smile was the only reply she needed.

   Skipping over some of the more 'sedate' methods she'd been introduced
to, Korra picked up a wire basket.

   "How about this?" She asked waving it in front of her.

   "A basket?" Asami asked incredulously.

   "Oh!  Right!  You don't know how to use this..." Korra realized.  "Well,
this..." she transferred the basket to her left hand, "goes in here." She
continued reaching down with her right to stroke her pussy for emphasis.

   She paused to let her lover imagine it.  "It holds me open and with it
inside you can see all the way to the door to my womb."

   Asami couldn't deny that was an extremely appealing image...  "but, what
does it do?"

   "By itself?  Nothing." Korra smirked, "it's just a tool for female
firebenders to cook their fillets..." Korra smirked, "Isn't it lucky for
you that I happen to be a firebender?"

   Asami's eyes were locked on the device in Korra's hands.  Korra took it
as a cue to continue.

   "After sticking it inside me to hold my pussy open...  I'd fill the
basket with coals and use my firebending to light them." A small flame
floated at the tip of Korra's finger, just outside her pussy.

   "I'd lie back on the table, keeping the coals nice and hot as I slowly
writhed in place...  roasting while you watched." Korra trailed the wisp of
flame over her pussy, letting the warmth wash over her but never quite
allowing it to touch her.  As her finger moved, so her lover's eyes
followed.

   "Would you like that?  Me slowly cooking right in front of you?  The
smell of my pussy roasting so closely you can feel the heat blazing from
it?" Korra asked seductively.  "I bet I'd put on quite a show for you,
squirming and writhing like that...  And afterwards, after the coals bank
and you pull out the basket, you could sink your teeth into me, just like
you wanted..."

   That did sound nice, Asami admitted.  She could almost see it now, Korra
squirming on the table, her pussy full of burning embers, unable to to
escape them.  But, there were lots of other devices on the table nearby, or
even off of it; did she really want to commit so soon?

   "That does sound wonderful, Korra...  but maybe we should look at some
of the other devices before I decide?"

   Korra nodded, setting down the basket.  "Well, how about this?"

   Korra picked up a coil of rope.

   "A rope?" Asami asked curiously, wondering how you'd cook someone with a
rope.

   "Well, the rope isn't for cooking directly..." Korra admitted.  "But,
you can use it with that." She said, pointing at a brick oven on a wheeled
platform, large enough to fit an entire girl inside, maybe two if they got
friendly.

   While Asami was looking away, Korra played with the rope, unraveling it
just enough to feed the end between her legs and squeeze it tight between
her thighs.

   "An oven?  But then what's the rope fo- oh..." Asami realized as she saw
the rope snake through Korra's tits to land between her legs.  Korra was
using the rest of the coil to make another pass, this time bringing the
coil through her legs from behind and letting the uncoiled end hang free.

   "It's fireproof, sort of.  I know you know just how to use this...  you
could tie me a harness and immobilize me.  Keep me from resisting, from
escaping as you cooked me in the oven.  There were lengths of rope to each
side of her modest breasts now, with the initial lead threaded between
them.

   Korra's ropeplay continued, a third pass from the rope left a length to
either side of her pussy, the tension pulling her open while the free end
dangled, obscuring just enough to tantalize Asami's imagination.

   "Would you like that?  Watching me squirm as I baked from head to toe?"
Korra asked, tugging at the rope to pull it tighter, and mashing her barely
restrained breasts together.

   Asami had to admit, the idea was appealing.  Korra, trussed up like a
turkey-pig, her pussy spread by the ropes, her ankles tied behind her back
to her wrists as she slowly cooked, unable to escape?  She would definitely
enjoy that.  There was just one problem.  "Didn't you say your body was
already spoken for?  If I cook you whole, how would I get that lovely body
pillow you promised me?"

   "Oh." Korra remarked as she realized that she had gotten so wrapped up
in fantasizing that she'd forgotten all about the plans she'd already made.
"I guess we need to stick to just cooking my fillet then?" She smiled
apologetically.

   "That sounds like a plan." Asami teased playfully.

   Korra shrugged and let the coils of rope braced by her shoulders fall to
the floor, freeing her from her makeshift harness.  She quickly recoiled
the rope before setting it down and picking up yet another unusual cooking
implement.

   "This looks like it would work for that." Korra stated, holding the
device out for Asami to see.

   "A dildo?" Asami asked as Korra showed her her choice.

   "It's not just a dildo..." Korra corrected.  "A cooking dildo." the dark
skinned girl absently played with her vulva, stroking them with her free
hand.  "When you flick this switch..." Korra pushed the switch with her
thumb, making sure to hold the device by the thin strip of rubber around
its base.  The Dildo began to glow as it heated up.  "It heats up."

   Korra could see Asami looking at the dildo, as it changed color from an
almost bronze to a dusky red.  "Can you imagine it?  Shoving this inside
me?"

   Asami looked at the dildo, then back at her naked lover.  "That's what
you want, right?" Korra asked.  "To see me squirming in pain as you cook my
filet?  To watch the heat as it slowly, painfully, turns me into meat?"

   Asami's breasts bobbed, concealed behind her dress as her breathing
deepened.  Seeing Korra offer herself like this, seeing her suggesting
painful ways to cook her body just to bring Asami pleasure...  it was a
feeling like nothing else Asami had ever experienced.  It was alluring,
seductive on a level she'd never known was possible.  It was all she could
do to hang onto Korra's every word, unable to turn away as she explained
just how to use this, almost innocuous device, to utterly destroy her.

   "It comes with a harness you know?" Korra said pointing to a round
fastener on the bottom of the heated phallus.  "A few bits of leather that
connect right...  here." she said rubbing her finger over the button. 
Though she was nowhere near close enough, Asami would have sworn she could
feel the heat of the dildo wash against her skin.

   "You could use it to strap this in place inside me..." Korra explained.
The sight of her lover's obvious arousal was feeding her own as well,
making her bolder, less cautious, and more eager to see just how hot she
could make Asami using just her words.  "It would be horrendously painful,
having it trapped inside me like that...  Unable to get free, no matter how
much I bucked or squirmed..."

   Korra paused, her eyes drifting between the device in her hand and her
lover's flushed face.  "I bet it would almost look like I was dancing as I
cooked.  My body shaking as my filet squeezed down on it in a desperate and
useless attempt to force it out of my body?" Korra paused.  "I can almost
hear the sound of my filet sizzling against it..."

   Asami was enthralled as Korra continued.  With each word her ideas grew
hotter and hotter, and Asami honestly wasn't sure where she'd go next.

   Korra smiled, and she began revealing her final suggestion, "Or...  if
you want, you can wear the harness...  and use the dildo as a strap-on."
Korra watched as Asami moaned at the mere thought of doing it.  "You could
bend me over that vine back at our booth and cook me...  as you fucked me
like a polar-dog."

   Asami's breathing was heavy now, her panting audible.  "Or maybe?  You'd
prefer to fuck me across the vine?  Using it like that table you love back
at home?  I bet you'd enjoy that, staring into my face as you savagely
cooked my filet just a little bit more with every new thrust?  Savoring
each and every moan of pain as you cooked me to perfection..."

   Korra paused, noting the way her lover's eyes were glazed.  It was
strange, knowing Asami's secret desire like this, knowing she wanted to
hurt her, to eat her...  She felt closer to her girlfriend than ever
before.

   "Of course...  the fun wouldn't end once you were done..." Korra
continued.  "After you finished cooking me, you'd get to eat me out, for
real." Korra's own nipples were now showing visible evidence of how her
tale, and her lover's reaction to it, had effected her.  Korra's pussy was
damp with arousal, and her fingers, still playing with her lower lips, were
turning equally damp.

   "I bet you can almost taste it can't you?  My filet opening up before
you, steam billowing out of it, my clit, cooked to perfection?  I bet you
can feel the way my body yields beneath your teeth as you tear away more
and more of me with each bite..." Korra paused, "Is that what you want?"
Korra asked.

   "Yes..." Asami answered.

   Korra grinned, "I thought you might..." Slowly, she shut off the dildo
and placed it back on the table.  "But..." Korra drew out the word,
teasingly, "are you sure?  There are still some other methods you might
like better..." Korra added in an almost sing-song voice.

   Asami whimpered at the thought.  She was right of course, when Korra
described what she'd do with the basket, Asami had thought that that was
the best way to transform her from lover to dinner, but now...  Asami could
barely wait to hear Korra's other ideas for how to cook her own pussy.

   While Asami was distracted, Korra picked up her next selection; a hand
grinder.  Its silver finish gleamed in the semi-romantic lighting.

   "Is that-?"

   "A grinder?" Korra finished her lover's unfinished question.  "Yes."

   Korra watched as Asami swallowed heavily.  The grinder in her hand was
simple, a modification of the small hand-cranked grinders used in butcher's
shops to make sausages.  The machine still attached to a table with a
clamp, but instead of the crank being on the opposite end from where the
ground meat was forced out, now, the meat was pushed towards the crank
until it fell into a container just below the end of the machine in front
of the crank.  That wasn't the only change though, the feeding cup, where
you'd normally force the meat into the machine was gone, cut away
completely.  In its place?  The drill was exposed for Korra to straddle
directly.  The serrated edges of the drill glinted menacingly beneath the
opening.

   "You'd like to use this on me, wouldn't you?  I can see it in your
eyes!" Korra laughed.  "Well?" she asked, "How about it?  You can watch as
this baby slowly chews through my filet till there's nothing left?"

   Korra leaned in to whisper in her girlfriend's ear, "Once it tears
through my cervix, I'll even help you make me into Korra-burgers..."

   Asami shivered as she pictured Korra, her cunt brutally torn from her,
molding her own ground pussy meat into patties for her to grill.  She
couldn't deny the image had appeal, but...  "No."

   "No?" Korra asked surprised.  She didn't expect that.  Burgers were
Asami's guilty pleasure; and if Asami wanted to hurt her, well, Korra
couldn't think of anything more painful than grinding her pussy until there
was nothing left.

   "No," Asami confirmed.  "Don't you remember?  I want you to feel it when
I eat you.  As much as I love the idea of Korra-burgers..." and from the
way that Asami shivered just saying the phrase, it was probably a lot,
"We're only going to get one chance at this, and I want to watch you while
you cook, and to feel you quake beneath me as I eat you out for the final
time."

   "Oh," Korra replied, realizing why what she had thought was the perfect
way to kill her didn't meet her girlfriend's approval.  "Well...  hmm..."
Korra looked over the available devices.

   "How about this one?" Korra's eyes alighted on what looked like an
electric hair curler.  They were fairly new devices and it was pretty
obvious that this had started its life as one.

   The main body of the device was a circular heating element, just about
the size of Korra and Asami's favorite strap-on dildo.  It was attached via
a hinge on the handle to another heating element, a metal pad which curved
slightly but was almost flat where it rested against the cylinder.

   "I'm not even sure how to use that, Korra..." Asami admitted, amused.

   "This?" Korra asked, "you have one like it in our bathroom.  I've seen
you use it."

   "You mean my hair curler?" Asami inquired.  "I definitely don't use it
the same way as this..."

   "Well, here.  Let me show you." Korra replied, taking the device from
the table.  "It works off electricity, so you don't need to worry about me
accidentally starting your dinner early." Korra joked.

   Asami watched as Korra leaned back against the table, bracing herself
with one hand as she spread her legs and bent her knees.  Korra's treasure
was on full display, complete with the lipstick marks left behind by
Asami's lips, as she brought the device between her legs so that the tip of
it rested just beneath it.  Her hand gripped the handle tightly, separating
the tube from the pad.  Then, slowly, Korra pushed the device inside her.

   The tube slipped in easily with a wet swish, Korra was used to toys of
its girth and as aroused as this little fantasy session had made her?  She
had absolutely no problem accommodating this latest device.  Asami stared
as Korra slowly fucked herself with the cooker, pulling it in and out of
her body, each successive thrust reaching deeper inside until Korra's
red-ringed lower lips had reached the small bit of flared rubber marking
off the hilt from the cooking surface.

   Slowly, Korra eased her grip on the handle, letting the spring near the
hinge try to force the heating elements back together once more.

   "Ungh!" Korra grunted as the metal pad hit her pubic mound with a meaty
thwack, jostling the heating rod within her.

   "There..." the dusky-skinned girl panted, "now, all you need to do is
switch it on..." Korra breathed in heavily as the reality of what she had
inside her began to sink in, "and I'll be cooked to order."

   The realization hit her hard, by the end of this night she'd be gone. 
Dead.  Her life traded for her lover's full stomach.  A large part of her
was excited at the idea of giving herself away like that, the rest of her?
The part of her that was afraid of what was about to happen to her?  It was
willing to push through that fear if it meant making her girlfriend happy;
if it meant giving the girl who had everything the greatest gift she'd ever
gotten.

   When Korra came back to herself, Asami was kneeling between her legs,
tugging at her new toy.  In and out; Korra's cunt gushed around the
intruder as Asami slowly fucked her with it.

   The pad slid over Korra's bare mons gently, rubbing against the spot it
had first smacked into her.  Asami's strokes were slow, methodical, and by
necessity, short.

   "I like the idea..." Asami agreed, watching as Korra's lower lips clung
to the metal shaft, "and fucking you with this as you cook would be
wonderful," the socialite continued, withdrawing the implement, "but with
this extra pad, I'd have to be extra careful-" abruptly Asami pulled the
rod completely out of Korra's snatch.  The heating elements jumped back
together with a loud snap, missing smashing Korra's clit between them by
only the narrowest of margins, "or I'll accidentally pull it out of you."
Asami finished.

   Korra stared at the device.  It was gleaming wet, slick with her juices.

   Korra's peril, both expected and not, had stoked a fire in the dusky
girl.  In her excitement, she eagerly leaped to the next option on her
list. The knives.

   Asami wasn't sure what to do with the device in her hand, it was still
moist with Korra's jucies, and it seemed rude just to put it back without
drying it off first.  Carefully, she withdrew an unused handkerchief and
ran it up and down the length of the tube, collecting Korra's musk as best
she could.

   Korra picked up a thin filleting knife, designed for carving pieces of
sushi into thin, bite-sized strips.

   "Maybe you'll like this better?" Korra asked running her fingers up the
back of the blade.

   "A knife?" Asami asked.

   "A sushi knife!" Korra replied enthusiastically.  "You could use it to
make me into Korra-sushi!"

   Asami smiled.  Korra was getting caught up in the moment, she did this
sometimes, her excitement getting the better of her and causing her to
forget small details.  Details like the fact that Asami wanted to eat her
lover's pussy while it was still attached to her body.

   Still, it wouldn't hurt to let Korra fantasize.  The way her lover
described her ideas was incredibly erotic, and that was without even
including the impromptu show she'd just given her...

   "I saw these used when I was here setting up our reservations!" Korra
enthused.  "This water tribe girl, like me but a bit younger, was laying on
the table, completely naked.  The guy eating her was sitting between her
legs, just slowly slicing strips from her pussy and rolling them into sushi
rolls."

   "Nngh..." Korra grunted in memory, "you should have seen it Asami!  The
way she moved and squirmed in place as each slice was taken from her?  You
would've loved it."

   Asami could see that Korra was really enjoying this memory.  From the
way her nipples had hardened and the nervous way she was rubbing her thighs
together as she stood there, the sight of it had really had quite an effect
on her girlfriend.

   "He used this knife to carve out the girl's entire pussy, leaving her
alive on the table the whole time as he turned her into hand-rolled sushi!"
Korra exclaimed, tracing the missing parts from the girl on her own body
with her free hand.

   "Then?  Once he'd finished with her pussy?" Korra continued, "he sliced
her open right here," Korra traced a line just bellow her belly button with
the back end of the knife, "and pulled out the girl's womb..."

   Korra's excitement was infectious.  Even though she had absolutely no
plans to repeat the event, Asami found herself hanging on Korra's every
word as she described what happened to the other girl.

   "Then the guy put a thing of rice and seaweed on the girl's stomach and
picked up one of her ovaries..."

   Asami could feel Korra's arousal as she painted the scene with her
words. It was palpable.  Korra was almost purring with it.

   "And with the tip of the knife he cut a tiny slit, and squeezed the
girl's eggs out onto the rice while she watched, panting.  Asami...  it was
so hot...  you need to see it!"

   Korra cut Asami off before she could reply.  "He ate them right in front
of her.  She was still alive when he finished..."

   Korra's story had enthralled her, "What happened next?" Asami asked,
more than a little aroused herself.

   "He told the kitchen to send her tits and head to a specific address and
wrap her legs to go for his deer-dog." Korra didn't know why she felt like
this.  Watching her fellow water tribe member transformed into sushi was
fascinating at the time, but in the same way that a Sato-mobile crash was
fascinating, it was something new and strange and frightening.  But
reliving it here and now?  Describing it to Asami, a girl she'd given
herself to, who she knew wanted to hurt her, to see her squirm and writhe
as she devoured her?  Somehow, knowing that Asami wanted it, that her lover
would love to see her in that other girl's place as she slowly carved her
apart; it made reliving the memory endlessly erotic.  Korra could almost
feel the cold steel slicing through her, severing her lower lips as Asami
prepared the first morsels...

   "I asked the man about the address before left." Korra added slyly.  "It
was a taxidermist." Korra paused.  "The same taxidermist I hired to work on
my body once you finish dinner..."

   Asami moaned at the reminder.

   "He had her mounted on a plaque..." Korra smiled knowingly as Asami
shifted in place.  "He does it to all his...  special meals.  They're
hanging in his dining room, her breasts on display for everyone to see, a
trophy of what he did to her..." Korra paused, "I have to admit, I like our
plan for me better..."

   "Korra..." Asami panted breathlessly.  She knew Korra knew what she was
doing to her...

   "So?  How about it?  Do you wanna make me into Korra rolls?" Korra asked
eagerly, her fingers spreading her snatch for Asami's inspection.

   "I'd love to Korra, that story was so hot and the idea of tearing you
apart piece by piece like that?" Asami paused, "But I can't handle a knife
like that." Asami admitted.  "I'm not a sushi chef.  There's no way I could
keep you alive through harvesting your pussy, much less all the way to the
end..."

   "Oh." Korra replied, "I guess, I got a little carried away, huh?"

   Asami leaned forward pulling her naked lover into a tender hug.  "Don't
worry about it." She comforted her.  "Your story was incredibly hot, and...
well, I wouldn't mind you sharing more of your ideas, even if we know we
won't end up picking them, okay?"

   "Are you sure?" Korra asked, "Because there's one idea I almost did, but
it's not with anything from here..."

   "Tell me about it." Asami whispered eagerly in the shorter girl's ear.

   Korra shuddered at her lover's request.  It was an idea she'd toyed with
after setting up the reservations, a way to give her girlfriend a taste of
what she wanted without having to give up her life to do it.

   "Well, you remember that panini maker you bought a couple weeks ago?"
Korra asked.

   "Yeah?" Asami asked intrigued.

   "After I made the reservations here, I couldn't get the thought of
cooking for you out of my head, it kept popping up at the strangest times."
Korra explained.

   "When I saw that panini maker, I immediately thought of using it..."

   "There's no way your pussy would fit in it." Asami declared immediately.
"Not still attached..."

   "Yeah," Korra agreed, "that's why I didn't plan on using it to cook my
pussy..." Korra paused.  "My plan was to use it to make you breakfast in
bed." Korra continued.

   "That way I could give you a taste of what you wanted, without having to
give you...  everything." Korra admitted, embarrassed at revealing the fact
that she almost went back on her plan.

   Asami, on the other hand, was intrigued.  "And just what would this
breakfast in bed be made out of?" She asked, curiously.

   "Me." Korra admitted with a wan smile.

   Asami watched her girlfriend as she psyched herself up for her
confession.  She was beautiful, stunning not just for her body (though
Asami had enjoyed that, thoroughly) but for her generosity.

   "First," Korra began, her fingers spreading her pussy open, "since I
know how much you love eggs and bacon, I planned to give you a special
treat." Idly, Korra pushed an index finger into her pussy.  "Instead of
your normal turkey-pig bacon, I was planning on taking one of the knives
and slicing off my inner lips." Korra tugged on her meaty inner labia with
both hands, stretching them out uncomfortably for emphasis.  "I was going
to fry them up for you as vulva bacon, letting them grease the pan for the
eggs so that those would taste a bit like me too..."

   Letting go of her labia, Korra cupped her modest bosom in her hands. 
"These were going to be the meat for the sandwiches.  They're not as big as
yours, so I'm pretty sure the press is more big enough to fit them both at
the same time." Korra explained as she idly pulled on her stiffened
nipples. "I even bought some of that cheese you like so much...  It's
hidden in the back of the cupboard in its wax wrapper for when you get
home...  I was planning on putting it on top of my breasts along with some
panini bread and crushing them all together in the press."

   "Wouldn't that be painful?" Asami asked, distracted by the thought of
what might have been.

   It would have been, and that was part of the reason Korra had planned to
do it before her girlfriend woke up, so that Asami wouldn't have to see her
suffer.  Now though, armed with the knowledge that Asami wouldn't just not
mind watching her suffering, she'd enjoy it?  Korra felt free to admit the
truth.

   "Yeah, incredibly so." Korra agreed.  "The press would start to crush my
tits almost immediately, flattening them so that my nipples bulged out from
between the bread, then it would start to heat up, melting the cheese over
my tits, and scalding them painfully just as they began to cook in earnest.
The pain would be terrible, especially since my pussy would be aching from
when I gathered your morning bacon..."

   Asami could easily picture it; Korra, trapped in place by the press,
holding it closed with one hand as the other tended to her severed lower
lips as she fried, the smell of Korra cooking filling the kitchen to the
brim.

   "I had planned to cut them off once they were done and bring the whole
meal; your Korra-breast panini and vulva-bacon and eggs to you in a silver
platter for us to share," Korra explained, "But if I were planning it now?
Since I know your little secret, I think I'd leave your Korra-breast panini
still attached, hiding them under the lid to the platter so that I could
feel you eat it off of me.  I might even let you eat both of them."

   Asami was sold on the idea.  "That sounds delicious Korra.  Why didn't
you do that instead?" She asked genuinely confused.

   "Ah," Korra blushed, "two reasons..." the dark-skinned girl explained,
"First; I didn't want to just spring it on you like that." Korra paused. 
"I know you wanted to eat pussy, but...  I didn't know if you'd want to
eat, you know...  Mine." Korra admitted.

   "I've never wanted anything more in my life." Asami reassured her
girlfriend.  "So what was the second reason?"

   "If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right." Korra stated
firmly.  "After my previous plans, breakfast in bed?  The panini?  It felt
like I was only giving you half a gift.  I know you really want to eat me,"
Korra spread her pussy to show exactly what she meant by the word 'me,'
"all of me," she clarified, "And I felt selfish just giving you a taste of
what you wanted when I could give you all of it instead."

   Asami was touched, "You're the most generous person I know Korra..." she
reassured her girlfriend.  "If you..." She paused her throat choked up with
too much emotion.  "I wouldn't..." Tears were forming at the corners of
Asami's eyes as she struggled to string the words together properly.  "I
wouldn't mind getting breakfast in bed tomorrow instead..."

   Korra smiled sadly.  "I know..." She admitted.  "But I would." this
time, Korra wiped the tears from Asami's eyed, before arching up on her
tiptoes for a kiss.

   The kiss was at once tender and searing.  As Korra gently reassured her,
Asami drank in her lover's lips and tongue like she'd never have another
chance.

   "Are you up for more?" Korra asked, breaking the kiss, "Or are you ready
to start your dinner?"

   Asami blinked happily.  "A few more would be nice...  even if they're
just to fantasize over..."

   Korra grinned.  "Well, here's one I think you'd really like then." she
replied, leading Asami to a hollow glass statue of a Hippo-Cow.

   "It's a brazen bull." Korra explained.

   "What's a bull?" Asami asked.

   "I asked that last time," Korra explained sheepishly, "The waitress told
me it's a mythical animal, like a male Hippo cow without the similarities
to an arctic Hippo or a Flying Fishopotamus." Korra explained.

   "Doesn't brazen mean made of brass?  This is glass?" Asami asked,
curiously.

   "Apparently it's from an old legend, it used to be made of brass, with
tubes that made the girls cries sound like a bull mooing?" Korra explained,
uncertainly, "But this one's designed to let the girl put on a show."

   Korra bent down beside the bull on her hands and knees, her pert butt
bobbing in the air lewdly displaying Korra's wet filet for Asami's viewing
pleasure.  "The bottom opens up, like so..." With the sound of a catch
releasing, Korra swung the glass door on the bottom of the statue aside,
and crawled on her hands and knees into the device.

   "And the girl climbs inside..." Korra explained as she moved her body
into place inside the statue.

   Korra laid back on the opened belly of the bull, her shoulders braced
where the ribs would be were it real a real animal.  Korra's knees were
bent, her feet slipped into the glass legs of the bull, leaving her own
legs spread widely to reveal her arousal.  Korra's fingers played with her
slightly parted slit.

   "Once you lock me in?  I can't get out," Korra related, "not until you
let me." she smiled seductively, "Not until I'm cooked."

   Korra absently stroked her pussy as Asami sidled around to the real of
the statue to see what she was doing to herself.  "I'd be trapped in here,"
Korra panted, "Nothing to do but play with myself, like this, as you cooked
me," Korra forced a pair of fingers into her filet with a wet swishing
sound, "but I bet you could tell my sexy moans from my moans of pain once I
start to cook..." Korra purred.

   "Mmmm...  that does sound nice..." Asami confessed, "But I want you
alive when I eat you, and we both know I'm looking forward to using your
body like a sex toy once you're gone..." Asami looked over at another
device, a large empty glass trough on a pair of adjustable poles set to
just below chest height.  "How about that?"

   "That?" Korra asked, uncertainly looking at the trough.

   "Yes, how do you use it?" Asami asked her naked lover.

   "Oh, I see..." Korra replied, "Let me just get out of here and I'll show
you."

   The bull clearly wasn't made for getting out of, and it took several
minutes full of tantalizing glimpses of Korra's breasts, and butt, and
filet, before the more athletic of the two girls finally freed herself and
walked over to the trough.

   "This..." Korra explained, "Is the sow trough..." Korra touched the edge
of the seemingly harmless device.

   "It's made for cooking tits..." Korra continued.

   Asami stepped forward, pinching Korra's perky nipples between her
fingers, "Like these?" She asked with a smile.

   "Exactly," Korra purred.

   "So how does it work?" Asami asks, "do I just bend you over like
this..." with a gentle, yet firm push she forced Korra into position over
the trough.  Korra's modest breasts hung down below her, as the thick edge
of the trough pressed against her chest.  "And keep you here?"

   "You don't have to hold me," Korra confessed, "But if you want to, you
could probably use some of that rope from earlier to tie my arms behind my
back, after you have me fill the trough with coals..."

   "And you'll just stand there as your breasts cook?" Asami asked amused.

   "For you I would," Korra admitted, "Would you just stand here and watch
me cook?"

   Asami removed her hand, noting how Korra stayed in place, naked, bent
over the trough.  Slowly, Asami traced her fingers down Korra's back until
they rested on her gorgeous behind.  She bent down.  She could smell
Korra's arousal, see traces of Korra's beating heart in the way the
athletic girl's filet spread before her.

   "No." Asami replied, tracing her fingers across the spread petals of
Korra's pussy.  "I wouldn't."

   Slowly, Asami cupped Korra's filet with her palm, feeling her lover's
blazing heat against her hand.  Then very carefully, she started slipping
her fingers into her lover's eager snatch.

   "I think, if I had you use this?" Asami spread her slender fingers,
spreading Korra's pussy along with them.  "I'd have some fun with you while
you cooked."

   Korra panted, she was losing control over the situation.  Now that Asami
had admitted her desires, and Korra had accepted them, the socialite felt
free to add to the fantasies Korra was sharing with her, and to play with
the body Korra had given her.

   "How?" Korra managed to moan out as Asami stared into her body, feeling
her pussy pulse around her spread fingers.

   Asami grinned and pinched Korra's clit with her free hand, causing her
lover's back to arch as she gasped for air.  Korra's scent was strong now,
her filet?  Wet and inviting.  In fact, Asami could almost see the dark red
door to Korra's womb at the end of her lover's tunnel.

   "I'd fuck you." Asami said, enjoying the way Korra clenched at her
words. "I could use that dildo from earlier...  watch you cook at both
ends..."

   Korra bucked against her hand, eager for more stimulation; but Asami
held steady, unmoving.

   "But, I think I might enjoy a more personal touch." Asami pushed her
fingers back together, letting Korra's pussy close around them.  She'd
never seen Korra more aroused than this, and; since it was the last time
she'd get to go for it, Asami decided to try another fantasy of hers.

   Slowly, Asami pushed forward, farther into Korra, until her lover's lips
closed around her wrist.  Korra's snatch was damp.  With her entire hand
inside her, Asami could feel Korra's heart beat against her skin.  Careful
not to scratch Korra with her nails, Asami closed her fingers into a fist.

   "We've never done this before, have we?" Asami asked, slowly pumping her
fist up and down inside her lover.

   "N-n-no..." Korra whimpered.

   "Do you like it?" Asami asked, "I've been wondering if I could get you
to agree to it for a while now...  I think, if I made you use this to cook
your breasts?  I'd take you with my fist while you cooked, just like this."

   "More..." Korra moaned, enjoying the rhythm, the way Asami's hand filled
her treasure.

   "You know, those Korra-rolls from earlier did sound delicious..." Asami
remarked.  "Maybe I should try a bite?  I'm sure you don't need to be
cooked to be delicious..."

   "Ah!  Please!" Korra panted.  "Take me!  Eat me!"

   "Or..." Asami uncurled her fist resting the tips of her newly manicured
nails against her lover's cervix.  "I could just tear out your womb, with
my bare hand..." Asami stated cruelly as Korra's cunt spasmed around her
arm in a mixture of pleasure, and fear.

   Asami felt Korra coming down from her orgasm around her.  She quickly
withdrew her arm, letting Korra catch her breath as she braced herself
against the trough.  Her hand was slick and wet, it was absolutely covered
on Korra's juices.

   "That, was amazing." Korra panted as she caught her breath.  Asami had
walked around the trough and was wiping off her damp arm with a
handkerchief that was now thoroughly impregnated with the scent of Korra's
sex.

   "What next?" Korra asked, Her hair was tousled, her body slick with
sweat, she looked like she'd just been fucked for hours straight.

   "I think, I'm almost ready to order.  Still..." Asami trailed off.

   "Do you know what you want to cook me with?" Korra asked, her head
rapidly clearing from the remnants of her orgasms.

   "I'm not sure." Asami admitted.  "I loved the idea of fucking you with
the cooking dildo, but...  after seeing you cum like that?  I also want to
play your womb, to destroy it..." Asami trailed off once more.

   "Is there anything that would let me do both?" Asami asked, hopefully.

   Korra smiled.  Earlier, she had worried about her ability to go through
with her plan after orgasming.  Korra had feared that after cumming, her
dedication to the idea of giving herself over completely to her lover would
fade, but seeing Asami like this, eager and honest about her feelings,
looking forward to eating her; to killing her?  No.  This was something
Korra wanted to do.  It seemed like all of Asami's earlier doubts and
concerns had disappeared, and though she might miss Korra later, for now,
she was happy and looking forward to what she was about to do to her.

   "You know..." Korra mused happily, "I think there might be."

   Korra sauntered over to the table, sweat rolling down her thighs, and
picked up the strangest looking device Asami had seen so far.  It looked
sort of like someone had placed an over-sized metallic teardrop on the end
of a long handle, and then attached the other end of the handle to a small
steam pot via a hose.

   "What is that?" Asami asked, uncertain of exactly what she was looking
at.

   "This, is what you wanted." Korra explained.  "It's a steamer...  for my
pussy." she continued, her hand tracing its way up the head of the device
to its almost pointed tip, "Or, my womb..." Korra smiled at her lover,
knowing that this would be the last device she would get to show her like
this.  Her impromptu show was almost at an end.

   "How does it work?" Asami asked, her interest piqued.

   Korra absentmindedly ran her fingers over the small holes in the metal
head of the device.  "It requires a bit more effort to set up, but it's
simple to use..." Korra explained.  "Since it works on steam power, you
just fill the pot with water, and the coals will heat it up until it starts
boiling."

   Korra looked at Asami, her lover's nipples were pushing against the
fabric of her dress, broadcasting her arousal.  "Once it's boiling, you
just use this..." Korra caressed the droplet-shaped head, "to fuck me."

   Though the handle, wrapped in textured rubber, was extremely long, the
head of the device was barely about as large as Asami's closed fist.  From
recent experience Asami knew that Korra could accommodate that, so there
would be no problems using it to fuck her athletic lover.

   "As the water starts to boil, steam spreads from these holes," Korra
fingered the tiny holes in the steamer's head to demonstrate what she
meant.

   "And since it's inside you, it will steam your filet as I fuck you with
it." Asami deduced.

   Korra paused grinning seductively as she agreed.  "The steam hits
everywhere.  It's supposed to be incredibly painful."

   The idea did appeal to Asami.  Just like with the cooking dildo from
before, she'd basically be fucking her meal as she cooked her.  The thought
of playing with Korra's body like that, seeing her writhing as she slammed
the pseudo-dildo home, steam billowing from her battered cunt.  It sounded
wonderful!  But there was one thing Korra had promised of this newest
device that she needed to know about.

   "And your womb?  You said that this could cook your womb too..." Asami
asked excitedly.

   "Well..." Korra smiled, happy at how eager Asami sounded.  It was a far
cry from the girl who had held back her desires, even while Korra gave her
everything she'd dreamed of, for fear her girlfriend would think less of
her.  Now, Asami was looking forward to her present, to making sure Korra
felt it as she gave her life for her enjoyment.  "You see this bit here?"
Korra slid the tapered head of the device between her fingers, ending
wither her pointer atop the tiny hole in the tip.

   Asami nodded.  It seemed like an odd shape for the device to take, but,
in her excitement, she hadn't thought much of it.

   "Well, when this is heated, steam will shoot out from this tip here."
Korra said, tapping the hole at the tip of the device.  "That steam will
open the way to my womb..."

   Korra smiled, knowing that her lover would enjoy the next part, "All you
have to do, is push the steamer in the rest of the way."

   Asami grinned, enjoying the thought of using the steamer to fuck her way
into a part of Korra she'd never been able to touch before.  After that,
the fact that the steam would be cooking her lover's womb as well as her
cunt?  It was almost just an extra.  Almost.

   "The steam would start to fill my womb, cooking me from the inside.  I
can't even imagine how much that would hurt, as it traveled past my womb to
my ovaries."

   Korra's fingers had traveled down her body when Asami wasn't looking and
were now slowly, deliberately, stroking her slick outer lips.  "I hope you
like your eggs poached...  because mine will be." Korra panted seductively.

   "I'm looking forward to it..." Asami agreed, almost moaning at the
thought.  "You're right, this is perfect.  I'm ready to order.  Pick the
steamer up and get it started.  I want to see you steamed alive, squirming
as you cook for me..."

   Korra smiled.  "I knew you'd love it." She admitted, picking up the
heavy device and taking it back to their booth.  "One steamed Korra-filet
with a side of poached Korra-eggs, coming right up." ______

   Asami followed as Korra sauntered back to their booth with the machine.
Part of her was unable to believe this was really happening, that Korra
actually knew about her fantasies, that she accepted them and wanted to
fulfill them.  But another part of her, a deeper part, didn't care about
belief.  Asami was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life.  The
sight of her girlfriend's naked shapely ass bobbing in front of her was
enough to drive away all second thoughts and let her easily accept what was
about to occur.

   Korra seemed excited as well, when she bent over to set up the machine
Korra's lower lips, still ringed with faint traces of the stain from
Asami's lipstick, were shining with arousal.  Her filet, Asami reminded
herself, Korra's pussy wasn't just her favorite toy any longer, it was
dinner.

   Korra set up the machine methodically, well aware of the hungry gaze in
Asami's eyes as she watched her do so.  Though she easily could have done
most of the work standing, Korra stayed on her hands and knees, showing off
her filet for her lover to see.

   Asami watched as Korra pulled a tile out of the floor revealing a small
recess filled with unlit coals.  Korra's bottom bobbed enticingly as she
worked, setting the steamer pot into the recess and lighting the coals with
some simple firebending.  The way that Korra was actively participating in
her own demise, no, not just participating, enjoying and encouraging it! 
It was like nothing Asami had ever seen before.

   Her heart raced even as her pussy blazed with need for her dark skinned
lover.  The steamer was heating up and would be ready to use soon, but
Asami couldn't wait.

   "I need to taste you," she exclaimed, moving toward Korra's naked,
lipstick-marked pussy as it swayed hypnotically in front of her.

   Korra smiled knowingly at her.  "Feel free.  I am yours, after all."

   Asami dived in, her tongue instantly penetrating Korra's wet snatch.

   Korra tasted different now that she'd cum.  Her filet had gone from
moist to sopping wet, and now somehow tasted more...  seasoned, compared to
her brief taste earlier.

   She could feel Korra's privates clench down instinctively on her tongue,
even as she moaned at the intrusion.  Korra tasted fresh, a mixture of
smooth and sweet and salty that made Asami hunger for more.

   Asami licked her lover's supple lower lips up and down, taking care to
give her little bead a flick with her tongue as she passed over it.

   Watching Korra writhe and gyrate under her efforts reminded Asami of
something Korra had said earlier when she was offering Asami the set of
Sushi knives.  'So?  How about it?  Do you wanna make me into Korra rolls?'

   That offer, to eat Korra's filet raw like that, savoring every bite
while she watched?  Asami needed to have a taste.

   She pulled back, grinning a bit at the cute noises Korra made in
response; her wordless protestations as she thrust her pussy backwards in a
vain attempt to keep Asami's tongue on her cunt.

   "Korra?" Asami asked nervously, "Can I...." She trailed off mumbling
unintelligibly.

   Korra looked back, her breasts heaving beneath her as she panted in
arousal.  "I...  what was that Asami?" she asked, uncertain just what her
lover was asking for, "I can't hear you."

   Asami blushed crimson at being forced to repeat herself, but she really
wanted this, so she asked again, louder this time.  "Can I bite off your
clit?" Asami asked, "Raw, I mean?  Like you offered with the sushi knives?"
Asami rushed out before trailing off slightly, "I want to taste you before
I steam your filet..."

   Korra's eyes widened at the request, but even though her knees were
already shaking at the thought of how much it would hurt to let Asami tear
off her clit with her teeth, there was only one answer she could give.  "Oh
honey," Korra replied sadly as she realized that despite her promises and
efforts, Asami still didn't believe her, "I already told you I'm your
dinner.  You can eat me however you want to."

   Korra paused, she couldn't deny the fear that Asami's request had
conjured within her, but at the same time the idea of Asami eating her, of
her lover enjoying watching her writhe in agony; it was setting a fire in
her pussy that was only growing hotter by the second.  "If you want to tear
off my clit before you cook it, and devour it raw instead?  That's up to
you, not me." Korra smiled seductively, "I'm just your dinner now,
remember?"

   Asami didn't need any more encouragement.  She dove back into Korra's
pussy, lapping at it eagerly, flicking her tongue over Korra's little nub
until finally, she bit down.

   "AAAAAH!" Korra cried out, agonized as Asami's teeth bit into her clit.
Her entire world narrowed to that one spot on her body, stars flashing
across her eyes as Asami pulled at it, shaking her head left and right in
an attempt to rip her clit from her body.  Korra had never been in such
pain before.  Her eyes were tearing up; her body spasming from the way that
Asami's teeth were tearing at her clit.

   Asami was completely focused on her goal.  Her mouth wriggled from side
to side as she slowly removed her lover's clit.  She could already taste it
on her tongue; sweet, and spicy, Korra's clit was savory with a hint of
earthiness to it.

   Korra could feel her lover's teeth ripping at her precious nub.  Pain
shot through her like lightning as Asami worried Korra's clit, stretching
it taut between own her teeth and the rest of Korra's body in her bid to
tear it from her.

   With one last tug, Asami ripped her lover's pink button from her body,
watching eagerly, chewing on her delicious prize as Korra panted
desperately in front of her.

   Korra's clit was amazing!  Savory with just a hint of spice and salt and
a dash of sweetness.  It was addicting.  Eating Korra's nub like this,
finally tearing into the same little button shed licked and sucked a
thousand times before; Asami felt as if she'd finally finished a story
she'd been reading for years.  It felt as if all of Korra's love for her
was contained within this bite-sized morsel, and Asami could barely wait
for Korra to finish cooking so that she could have more.

   Of course, if she wanted Korra to finish cooking, she needed to actually
start cooking her first.

   Asami turned to the cooking rod, steam was seeping ever so slightly from
the nozzle on the head.  In other words, it was finally ready to use.  The
heiress carefully picked up the device and aimed it at her target, her best
friend's pussy and her own soon-to-be dinner.

   Korra was still thrashing within her lover's embrace.  The pain of
losing her clit was incredible!  But even though it hurt, Korra wanted to
continue.  This wasn't about her, it was about Asami.  It was about
pleasing her; surrendering to her.  So even though she knew her lover would
stop if she asked, even now after Asami had finally tasted her for real;
Korra wouldn't ask her to.

   Korra's howl of pain as Asami began to push the teardrop shaped steamer
into her precious cunt was Asami's first indication that the device was
working.  The heiress stopped to watch, holding the device just inside her
lover, the lengthened tip just starting to push Korra's lower lips apart.

   Korra writhed as the steam hit her sensitive inner walls for the very
first time.  She held nothing back.  Her hips bucked as they tried to
dislodge the device, but Asami's skilled hands kept it in place.  Korra's
eyes teared up from the pain as the steam washed over the ruins of her clit
drawing a tortured moan from her lips.  There was no reason for Korra to
hold back the pain she was feeling, not now that she knew her lover would
enjoy it even more if she didn't.

   Korra had fantasized over and over about this moment since she made the
reservations here.  How she would tell Asami, how she would cook, what it
would be like; in the darkness of their bedroom she'd even played with
herself as she enjoyed the depraved images her mind had conjured about this
day, but somehow, even though she knew it would be painful, Korra had never
really thought about that in her fantasies.

   This was more than just painful.  Korra could feel the jets of steam
hitting her insides, scalding them bright red as they started to cook her
precious box for her eager lover.  Korra could see the hunger in Asami's
eyes as the light-skinned girl watched her buck and gyrate beneath the
steamer's touch.  One of Asami's hands had slipped beneath her own dress,
and even through the pain Korra smiled at seeing how much her lover was
enjoying herself as she watched Korra start to cook for her.

   Asami was in heaven!  She could barely believe this was really
happening! Her fingers played absently with her pussy she watched her
dusky-skinned lover squirming in pain in front of her.  She could tell that
the other girl hadn't expected it to be this painful, and she knew that it
wasn't too late for Korra to tell her to stop.  Her love would recover if
she did.  Aside from her clit none of the damage that Asami had done was
permanent, yet.  They both knew that if Korra asked her to stop, even at
this point on the verge of finally getting what she'd always wanted, Asami
would.  But Korra didn't ask.  The lithe athlete wasn't silent by any
means; Korra's bucking hips were accompanied by bevy of cries and moans of
pain, but even though Asami was hurting her, cooking her, Korra still
submitted to her will.

   "Please...  More," Korra managed to moan out as she squirmed on top of
the thickened vine that passed for a table in their booth.  The pain was
incredible, and she wasn't exactly looking forward to more of it, but Korra
could see the hesitation in Asami's eyes, still present even through the
overwhelming lust and hunger; and Korra knew that unless she encouraged her
Asami would hold herself back for her sake.  Korra couldn't let that
happen.

   Asami's response was swift.  No sooner had the plea passed Korra's lips
than Asami had begun to thrust the steaming metal teardrop into Korra,
finally fucking her in truth.  The Avatar's pussy stretched lewdly around
the bulbous head of the steamer as it pushed its way inside her.  Asami
watched in lustful fascination as the steam scalded Korra's petals giving
them a bright red flush as they began to swell up in response.

   The heiress stared, thrilled as Korra thrashed in pain from the steam
now filling her cunt, pain she was causing.  The sight of Korra writhing in
front of her as the metal steamer head disappeared inside her stoked an
urge that Asami had always kept hidden, even from herself.  Now, watching
as Korra cried out, tears streaming down her face as she started to cook,
Asami gave into it.

   Korra panted as Asami picked up the pace, even through the pain there
was something liberating about submitting like this; about knowing her
pleasure no longer mattered and that she existed now solely for her lover's
enjoyment.  Knowing that her pain was bringing Asami pleasure?  It allowed
her to bear it, even as as her cunt cried out in agony, screaming as Asami
fucked her mercilessly with the scalding metal teardrop.

   Asami didn't mind Korra's cries of anguish.  Cooking her like this? 
Painfully steaming Korra's sensitive pussy from the inside out.  Screwing
Korra with the same device that the dusky athlete had proposed, the device
that was quickly turning her from lover to dinner.  It was absolutely
sublime.

   The air was filling with the scent of Korra's steaming snatch.  Asami
could almost taste it on her tongue once more, wet, savory and sweet with
just a hint of spice and salt; just like Korra's clit.

   Korra could smell it too, the enticing aroma of her own cunt being
cooked by her lover.  Despite the pain Korra's mouth watered, she smelled
delicious.  She could see why Asami wanted her, wanted to eat her...

   Without any warning at all, Asami rammed the metal head of the device
home; forcing it into Korra as far as she could in one powerful thrust. 
Korra squealed as the steaming hot metal nub at the end of the device
slammed into her cervix, scalding the doorway to her womb.

   Korra thrashed, almost wrenching the steamer from her lover's hands as
she felt the steam hit the deepest part of her cunt.  She could feel her
cervix seizing up, as Asami pushed against it, slowly steaming it open. 
She could see Asami staring at her, watching her breasts bounce as she
bucked her hips in a vain attempt to dislodge the agonizing intruder before
it could actually cook her from within.

   Asami held tight to the shaft of the steamer as Korra writhed around it.
Though she'd never piloted a boat on her own, Asami felt like she was
steering a boat through a storm just trying to keep her lover in place. 
The Heiress grabbed hold of one of Korra's legs and using her new leverage,
began to force the steamer into her lover's womb in earnest.

   Korra hadn't lied when she described the effects of the device.  Though
it was hard forcing the device in further, the steam had scalded Korra
enough to widen the opening.  As Asami applied more and more pressure she
could feel the steamer moving inside her lover.

   Korra gasped and panted as she felt the metal teardrop head of the
device force its way through her cervix.  Her body twitched and spasmed
against her will as the scalding steam allowed Asami to push the blazing
metal teardrop inside of her.  She could feel it as her body tried in vain
to keep it out of her womb, but the pain was growing and Korra's resistance
was flagging.

   Finally, with a loud pop that each of the lovers felt more than heard,
the steamer burst past Korra's cervix and into her tender womb.

   _____

   Korra felt the opening of her womb clamp tightly around the shaft of the
steamer, trapping the steam-spewing head inside her tender womb.

   Steam billowed from Korra's pussy as Asami watched.  It was beautiful.
The wafting steam spreading from between Korra's splayed lower lips was
filling the air with the delicious scent of her cooking cunt.  Korra was
writhing in pain, but the gasps and moans escaping from her mouth made her
pained dance seem more like she was in the midst of experiencing an
incredibly intense orgasm.

   Asami gave the steamer handle an experimental yank, drawing a pained cry
from her slowly cooking lover.

   "You're really cooking, aren't you?" Asami asked with a stunned smile of
realization as she inhaled the delectable scent of her slowly steaming
lover.  "I wasn't sure...  I mean, I didn't..."

   "It's...  ah!  okay..." Korra managed to get out, her reassuring smile
more of a pained grimace as the hot steam completely filled her womb. 
"I... I understand," Korra continued.

   "Thank you," Asami stated, grateful not to have to explain how until
just now she hadn't really believed Korra really intended to go through
with it.

   Korra smiled, genuinely, despite the pain and fear beneath it.  "You're
welcome," she replied.  "Are you-" Korra gasped as steam began to fill her
Fallopian tubes.  They itched beneath her skin as they began to cook as
well.  "How...  how do you like your dinner so far?" Korra asked, panting
as almost her entire reproductive system blazed with warmth as she cooked
from within.

   "You're incredible," Asami spoke, her voice full of conviction as she
leaned in to steal her lover's lips.

   Korra smiled as Asami kissed her.  Her insides were on fire, her pussy
swollen and tender beyond imagination, and soon her girlfriend would be
tearing through her pussy with her teeth, but; for all her fear, for all
her agony, as Asami's lips took hers all that Korra cared about was how
happy her lover looked in that moment.  She could taste herself on her
lover's lips; just a hint of salt and spice left behind when Asami tore
into her clit.

   Despite the pain Korra tried to deepen the kiss, her tongue probing at
her lover's lips seeking more.  The burning ache inside her loins was
growing worse by the second, and Korra wanted to lose herself in Asami's
arms as she slowly turned from girl, into food.

   Asami leaned in, parting her lips at the touch of Korra's teasing
tongue.

   The kiss was incredible.  Desperate and passionate, the two girls shared
the kiss as if it were their last; each knowing that it just might end up
that way.

   "I love you...  too." Korra panted, gasping for air as they parted.

   Asami pulled back, staring at the fully-naked form of her delectable
girlfriend-turned-dinner.  Korra had already been steaming for several
minutes and it was already starting to take its toll on her.  The other
girl was covered in sweat, her lower lips were flushed and swollen, and
steam billowed in delicious-smelling clouds from the girl's filet.  She
looked spent, her hair tousled and eyes wide as if she'd been fucked into
exhaustion, which Asami realized, she had.

   Even though she wasn't finished cooking yet, Korra looked good enough to
eat.  Moist heat filled her womb, slowly destroying the potential for new
life that had waited within as the steam turned her reproductive tract into
a meal fit for her heiress lover.  The dark-skinned girl quaked and writhed
beneath Asami's eyes as the steamer continued to pump her full of
super-heated water vapor, her anguished pants and moans music to Asami's
ears as she watched her lover's tortured dance.

   Moments stretched like hours for Korra as the burning steam slowly
reduced her from girl to girl-meat.  The feel of being steamed was almost
indescribable, as if her cunt and womb were filled with thousands of
burning feathers, each brushing lightly against her sensitive flesh.  Tears
formed in the corners of her eyes as the scent of her steaming cunt reached
her nose.  There was pain certainly, but also love, and pride.  Korra
couldn't remember ever smelling anything as delectable as her own meat in
her entire life, and from the look of hunger on her lover's eyes, Asami
seemed to agree.

   Korra smiled.  The pain was slowly dulling as she reached the final
phase of her cooking.  Korra knew it wouldn't dull completely, she'd asked
about all of the cooking devices before recommending them to Asami and one
pot of steam would only be enough to turn her tormented privates
medium-rare, but Korra knew that even this slight dulling of her pain meant
that she was almost ready for the next phase of this dinner.

   As if it could read her thoughts, the steamer ceased whistling as it
finally emptied.  Korra was finally fit to be served.

   "Is that...  are you?" Asami asked excitedly, her voice tinted with
wonder.

   "Ready to eat?" Korra replied.  "Yes."

   ___

   Asami's heart pounded in her chest, her stomach filled with butterflies.
This was really it.  Part of her couldn't quite believe it, couldn't quite
believe that Korra really had cooked for her, had given her this whole
beautiful night of her own free will, but then she caught another whiff of
the tantalizing scent of Korra's steamed pussy wafting through the air, and
she knew it was truly real.  Asami's eyes dipped down to her lover's
swollen cunt, her light pink lips turned almost the shade of Korra's skin
from cooking; they looked tantalizingly delicious.

   Asami grabbed the leather-coated handle of the steamer, the head of
which was still shoved all the way into Korra's womb.  The Heiress knew
that she should do this gently, so as not to damage her lover's sensitive
meat, but the combination of intoxicating smell and the sight of Korra's
cunt still emitting steam as it gripped the steel rod of the steamer,
seemed to posses her.  In one brutal tug, Asami yanked the steamer out from
Korra's cunt, tearing her cervix out with it.

   Korra wailed in pain as her sex was torn apart.  Gouts of steam, kept in
place only by the entrance to Korra's womb now billowed out from the young
avatar's slightly gaping slit like a genie escaping from a bottle.  She
could see the tight ring of her former flesh wrapped around the thin rod of
the steamer, slowly sliding down it as Asami watched her steaming pussy in
fascination.

   Asami would never forget the sight in front of her.  Never.  Not if she
lived for a million years.  Korra looked exquisite; her body thrashing as
this newest pain hit her, her cunt steamed to perfection.  Asami brought
the steamer in front of her and, careful not to accidentally burn her lips,
tore off a large bite from the ring of steamed flesh that used to be
Korra's cervix.

   It was chewier than she expected, but it still tasted amazing.  All the
flavors from Korra's clit were present, flavors that she'd only tasted
subtle hints of when eating Korra out in the past now burst like fireworks
upon her tongue.

   "Mmmmm..." Asami moaned around her meal.  "You taste wonderful."

   Swallowing happily, Asami leaned in for a kiss.  "Thank you," she
whispered to her agonized lover as she planted a relatively chaste kiss on
her lips before pulling back to admire her once more.

   Korra's body was drenched in sweat, her cunt was flushed and gaped
slightly, her breathing came in such heavy gasps that she could barely
speak even if she wanted to; all in all Korra looked the very picture of a
girl fucked into absolute exhaustion.

   "I think that's enough of the appetizers though," Asami joked as she
lowered herself to the splayed opening Korra's quivering pussy, "I'm ready
for the main course..."

   Korra's sex clenched in fear despite the loss of strength in her
half-cooked muscles.  This was it.  Even though Korra had planned this,
even though she'd offered herself and encouraged her girlfriend to cook
her, and to do it in the way that would make her lover the happiest, Korra
couldn't keep the fear from her eyes now that the moment had finally come.

   Korra squealed as Asami's teeth hit her steamed snatch.  The
dark-skinned girl's privates were swollen and tender from cooking, and even
the slight pressure of Asami's teeth teasing her lower lips was painful to
the Avatar.

   Asami grinned, enjoying the pained cry as she felt her lober buck
beneath her lips.  It was time to stop playing games and get to the real
meat of the night.

   The Heiress grabbed Korra by her thighs, pulling herself in closer as
she held her meal in place to keep it still.  Her teeth clenched, clamping
down on one of the petals of Korra's sex and meeting no resistance at all
as they sunk into her tender flesh.

   Korra was delicious.  Soft and moist, Korra's pussy melted into an
indescribable blend of flavors in her mouth.  Asami could hear her lover
crying, tears flowing from her eyes, but Korra's pain only turned Asami on
even more.

   Moaning around her treat, Asami drew back to take a look at the damage
she had dealt to her lover's steamed sex.

   The sight was incredible!  Asami could see the marks left by her teeth
in Korra's cunt.  The wound seeped with a pinkish mixture of her lover's
meaty juices, not unlike from a steak or a burger.  The sight would have
been alien on a girl, but on Korra it confirmed that her pussy really was
ready to eat.

   Asami could see her lover breathing heavily, her chest and stomach
heaving as she struggled with the pain, but the sight only served to make
Asami hungry.  Without reservation, the heiress dived right in.

   Korra moaned and whimpered as Asami tore at her sex, ripping it away
peice by piece using nothing but her teeth and her own boundless enthusiasm
for the task.  The Avatar had never seen Asami like this!  So unrestrained,
her hair carelessly tousled, her eyes filled with wild abandon.  Korra
could feel herself being torn apart, through a haze of agony she could see
her own juices dripping from her lover's lips as Asami eagerly destroyed
her.

   Asami was in heaven!  The feeling of Korra squirming beneath her as she
finally indulged in her darkest fantasy was like nothing she'd ever felt
before!  Finally tasting her lover the way she'd only ever imagined... 
Asami couldn't find the words to describe it!  She savored every moment as
she ripped Korra apart, feeling her lover's sex squelch on her tongue as
she ate her out one final, fatal, time.

   Korra could feel Asami's voracious progress, she quaked at even the
softest touch of her lover's lips on the half-cooked walls of her filet. 
She could feel Asami's face, pressing against her treasure as she chewed
her way through her, making her way deeper into Korra's flower than she
ever had before.  Korra could even feel Asami's tongue as it slithered out,
tasting the meat still yet to come!  She was in agony!  Even the slightest
kiss sent lights dancing before her eyes as it brushed against her tender
snatch, and now her lover was tearing it apart with her teeth!

   But, despite the pain, Korra didn't regret it.  He lover was free! 
Happy as she'd never been before, as if she'd finally found something that
had always been missing from their games.  With each new bite of Korra's
snatch, Asami's smile grew; so even though Asami was killing her, even
though the pain was almost unbearable, Korra was smiling too.

   "AaaAaaaAhgh!" Korra cried, unable to restrain herself as Asami sunk her
teeth into the raw wound where Korra's clit once sat, biting through the
anguished nerves beneath.

   Korra was scrumptious!  Her soft supple flesh practically melted in
Asami's mouth as she chewed through Korra's mons.  Asami's lips were slick
with Korra's juices as she tore through the top of her lover's pussy,
exposing the savaged flesh within to open air.

   Asami drew back, admiring her handiwork.  Korra's sex was ruined;
riddled with teeth-marks, it dripped liberally with her juices.  More than
half of Korra's pussy was gone now, and looking down from above, Asami
could see the gaping ragged wound that marked the entrance to her lover's
womb through the hole she'd chewed on Korra's filet.

   Korra panted, trying in vain to catch her breath as her girlfriend
unintentionally granted her a desperately needed reprieve.  Asami's eyes
were alight with passion.  Korra had never seen her like this before, and
even though she could feel herself dying at the other woman's hands, she
didn't regret it at all.

   Asami must have seen something of her own passion reflected in Korra's
eyes, because instead of resuming her mean, she lunged desperately forward,
seizing the avatar's lips with her own.

   Korra was trapped, not unwillingly, in the most passionate kiss she'd
ever experienced.  She responded desperately, feeling herself dying,
knowing that this could be her last chance to express what exactly she felt
for the girl who was tirelessly bent on destroying her.

   The kiss lasted less than a minute, but it seemed like hours for both
involved as they lost themselves in one final act of romantic love.  It was
Korra who broke it first.

   "Your dinner is getting cold," she joked, feeling herself slipping away.
She didn't want that.  She needed to be there, to look Asami in the eyes as
she finished her meal and ask her if she liked it.  That meant she couldn't
let Asami waste the rest of her time in kissing.

   "We wouldn't want that would we," Asami smiled wryly, taking the gentle
chiding for what it was and lowering herself back to her meal.

   Korra was still warm, still tender and delicious as Asami bit into her
once more.  There wasn't much left of her lover's scrumptious snatch, but
Asami was committed to savoring every last bite.

   Korra grinned despite the pain as she listened to her lover moan and
whimper as she bit into her succulent flesh.  From the sounds Asami was
making, you'd think that she was in the middle of a marathon sex session
rather than dinner!  The pain was still sharp, and Korra still groaned as
she felt Asami's teeth tearing her apart, but somehow the sight of Asami's
face buried almost all the way to her hips in what used to be Korra's pussy
was so entrancing that Korra couldn't look away.

   Juice dribbled from Asami's lips as she ate her way through Korra's
perfectly steamed privates.  It dripped down her chin, pooling in between
her breasts, staining her body with Korr's very life essence.  She felt
like an animal, like a predator feasting on her kill, feeling it, feeling
Korra, weakly struggling beneath her.  It was incredible!  But all too soon
her fun came to an end.

   Korra panted, breathing heavily as Asami pulled back from her erotic
banquet.  "Done...  hhh...  already?" The Avatar asked, slightly
disappointed, but also amazed she'd lived this long.  Hr cunt was gone. 
All that was left was a gaping hole with nothing to plug it.  Korra was
dead, maybe her life hadn't stopped quite yet, but she knew she wouldn't
survive this, not even with waterbending healing.  She'd lost too much
blood and could feel herself fading fast.  Not that it mattered all that
much, it was always her intention to be snuffed tonight.  She wouldn't have
hired the taxidermist if it wasn't.  Still, it would have been nice to go
out with a bang while Asami devoured her snatch, dying beneath her lover's
lips.  Maybe it wasn't too late?

   Korra cast her thoughts back to earlier, to one of Asami's fantasies as
they choose the best way to cook her, an idle thought her lover had voiced
as she fisted her for the very first (and now obviously last) time.

   "Yeah," Asami grinned sheepishly, licking her lips, "sorry.  I couldn't
help myself, you were just too delicious..." Asami admitted, glancing down
at the brutalized remains of her meal.

   Korra grinned.  "I'm just...  glad you enjoyed me," she panted.  Even
wounded as she was, Korra couldn't help but notice the hungry way Asami was
staring at her body.  The juices, her juices, dripping down Asami's chin
made her wishes crystal clear to the slowly dying Avatar.  "You know,
there's one more thing you could do to me, if you you're still hungry I
mean..." Korra blushed.

   "Really?" Asami asked, excited.  "But, I thought that you needed to be
in one piece for my new doll?"

   "My outsides do," Korra explained, blushing, "but...  not my womb," she
admitted.  "Would you like to rip it out of me?  With your bare hands?"

   A warm heat filled Asami at the thought.  She remembered that fantasy,
and the thought of brutally tearing out her lover's womb with her bare
hands was too tempting to ignore.  "I'd love to," Asami grinned.

   Korra's womb had been thoroughly cooked by the steamer, and the opening
to her final treasure still gaped slightly open from the experience. 
Korra's cervix was untouched by Asami's teeth so far, but the steam had
left it swollen and red, sticking out jst enough for Asami to start to grab
it.

   Korra jerked back as Asami touched the sensitive flesh, savoring the
feel of Korra's gate quivering warmly beneath her fingers.  This was it. 
Korra knew she wouldn't survive this, the shock would kill her, but she
didn't mind.  She could tell from the look in Asami's eyes that her lover
wanted this, and despite the pain she knew was coming, Korra didn't mind
sharing this one last gift with her destroyer.

   Asami squeezed Korra's cervix between her fingers, her nails just
starting to dig in to the flesh beneath.  She savored the way Korra
whimpered at her touch, squirming as her nails sunk deeper and deeper into
the soft steamed meat surrounding the gate to Korra's womb.

   Korra panted, tears leaking from her eyes as her lover's nails tore into
her, her fingers clenching around the painfully swollen gateway to her
womb.

   Asami leaned in, her heart pounding.  This was it.  She could feel
Korra's pulse racing as around her fingers, fluttering weakly as Korra's
fearful anticipation of their final act together grew more and more
intense. Korra's eyes sang with it, but underneath it all?  Love.  Korra
loved her.  She loved her more than anyone else had, more than anyone ever
would.  She was so kind and generous, giving Asami her body, her very life
just to make her happy.  Asami vowed to repay her.  One day, in her next
incarnation, Asami would pay her back for this incredible gift.

   The heiress leaned in, her lips parted and kissed Korra more
passionately than either girl had thought possible.  She took the Avatar's
lips like she was trying to take the girl herself, to seize her and never
let her go.  When the kiss broke, both girls were left panting, breathless.

   "Do it," Korra encouraged, her eyes shining with love.

   "Thank you, Korra," Asami replied.  "And...  goodbye."

   Korra's eyes widened as Asami clenched her fist around her tender cervix
and with one brutal move tore it out of her.  Darkness crept over Korra's
eyes.  The last sight the Avatar saw before fading away completely was her
own intact womb dangling from between Asami's fingers as her lover stared
into her eyes.

   Asami smiled as Korra died, knowing that in a few moments she'd be born
again somewhere to carry on her life once more, this time without her.  It
couldn't have been a minute before a waitress approached.

   "Miss, if you're done with your friend, she left strict instructions for
her disposal," The waitress explained as she folded Korra's arm and legs to
make her easier to carry before picking her up.  "She paid for everything,
so if you want, you can simply leave when you're done."

   Asami smiled wistfully.  "Do you have a bag for this?  I think I'd like
to take it home with me."

   "Of course," the waitress agreed.  "I'll get you one as soon as I finish
with this," she added, escaping towards the back as Asami lost herself in
her lover's last moments and thought of future plans.

   _____

   It had taken almost two decades, but the moment had finally arrived. 
Asami stared at herself in the mirror as she dressed for the meeting. 
She'd aged well.  The heiress, now the head and sole shareholder of
Satocorp, still looked like she was in her 20s despite being almost 40. 
Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her legs were toned and firm.

   She smiled at the sight of the pillow her lover had made for her,
propped against the headboard of her bed.  Korra had seen frequent use over
the years, but her prize had held up perfectly, looking almost exactly like
she had the day Asami snuffed her.

   Asami adjusted her stockings, linking them to the garters dangling from
the black lace corset that had been Korra's favorite.  It wasn't the same
of course, she'd outgrown the original years ago, but she'd commissioned an
exact replica in her new size just for today and it fit beautifully.

   Asami ran her fingers over her sex, thinking about the last time she'd
tasted her lover.  She was dripping wet, the mere thought of that
incredible night getting her engine running.

   The heiress wasn't wearing panties, she wouldn't need them for this
meeting, though she would need her evening gown, a replica of the one she'd
worn on both her first and final dates with Korra and the perfect attire
for what she'd planned tonight.

   Her heart sped up as she thought of her vow to repay the gift Korra had
given her.  In the years since that fateful night, Asami had never
forgotten the taste of Korra's sex on her lips, and that memory had fueled
Asami's quest.  In the past, benders were the most sought after girls to
devour, the unique blends of flavor their bending lent their filets made
them distinct, special.  Anyone with the money to afford a bender had no
interest in replicating the taste through other means, and those who could
not afford bender filets couldn't replicate the taste even if they wanted
to.  But, Asami had a mission.

   Ever since eating Korra, her lover's taste lingered on her tongue. 
Korra was a meal like none she'd ever tasted, her flavor was an
unforgettable blend of every single type of bender, and Asami wanted to
give that experience back.  In her downtime, at least at first, Asami
experimented with flavors of spices on her own in her lab.  Trying
different blends, seeking to produce a flavor indistinguishable from each
type of bender.  She'd had more failures than successes, but even those
failures sometimes turned out delicious, and Asami made back enough money
selling some of the failed spice blends through her company that she could
afford to support her hobby.

   Of course, once she finally replicated her first bending flavor, Asami
ran into a problem, while there was still a market for bender filets, there
was no such market for the filets of non-benders to test her concoction on.
After weeks of searching, the answer fell into Asami's lap.  A girl, about
Asami's age when she had eaten Korra approached her, asking for a position
on Asami's household staff to feed her family.  She had tried to seduce the
heiress, making it very clear that she'd do anything to get the position.
Asami didn't have a position open, but jokingly she'd offered to buy the
girl's filet in return for employing a member of her family in her factory
instead.  Asami had meant it as a joke, but the girl agreed on the spot. 
Rumor of Asami's deal, and her proclivities spread and soon she'd have a
girl or two a year offering her their filet for a similar deal.  It was
enough that Asami could experiment, she'd tried the blends as a rub, and a
marinade, but eventually she landed on her current solution, flavoring
everything the girl drank with the spice mixture, thus changing her filet's
flavor from the inside out.  The taste of her volunteers' pussies even
changed when she was merely licking them out!

   Asami kept her recipe and methods secret, but eventually she used some
of the profits from Satocorp to buy the restaurant where she and Korra had
had their final date; serving non-benders to a wealthy clientele.  In all
other respects she'd kept the place exactly the same as it was that fateful
night, all in preparation for this meeting.

   Asami donned her evening gown before nervously checking her will once
more.  Once she was gone all that she'd built would go to the Avatar in
perpetuity, whomsoever they may be.  She breathed in deeply to steady her
racing heart and took a drink of the water she'd spiced with her final
special blend.  Her makeup was perfect, she looked stunning.  It was time
to meet the young man her love had reincarnated into.  Asami opened the
door to her room and stepped out to greet her destiny.
   THE END