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 No.10552

Korra For Breakfast
Tags: F/F, Cooking, Cannibalism, Non-Fatal, Romantic.

This story is (loosely) based off an edit I did a while back (https://www.gurochan.cx/g/src/1433907141292.png).

Posting this in its own thread because posting newly completed stories in a giant thread for people to enjoy is apparently a terrible idea that people hate (since it has rendered absolutely no feedback whatsoever).

Anyway, Enjoy.




"What's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted?" Korra asked her girlfriend as they relaxed together on the couch in front of the roaring fire.

Asami blushed. "No way," she replied almost by instinct.

"Wait, what?" Korra asked. "Why not? All I asked was for the tastiest thing you've eaten... why won't you tell me?"

Asami winced. "It's embarassing," the raven haired girl admitted.

"Embarassing?" Korra asked. "It's food. How can it be embarassing?"

"It just is," Asami replied. "And... I'm worried you'll think it's weird," the ex-socialite admitted.

"Now I really want to know," Korra replied.

"Promise you won't laugh? Or look at me funny?" Asami pleaded.

"I promise," Korra stated solemnly behind a grin.

"Girlmeat," Asami replied.

"Girlmeat?" Korra asked, not sure she'd heard her girlfriend's answer correctly. "Like, from an actual girl, girlmeat?"

Asami nodded bashfully. "Yeah. When I was younger, my father used to get some for special ocassions, steaks, rump roasts, filets... it was... it was delicious. I loved it," Asami admitted. "As a kid, I just liked the taste, but as I grew up, realizing that this came from a girl like me, that another girl gave this up so that I could eat it? That she lost her leg, or her pussy, or even her life just so I could enjoy my lunch... It was electric. That thought always made me so wet after I ate some, I loved it."

Korra's eyes were wide with surprise at her girlfriend's revelation, but Asami couldn't see any fear or condemnation in those bright blue orbs. "If... if you liked it so much, how come I haven't seen you eating any since we started dating?"

Asami blushed. "It's expensive. I may be a wealthy business woman, but I have a girlfriend to support now, and getting her things fancy new airships and paying for her adventures costs money. I don't regret it," Asami reassured Korra before the water tribe girlcould speak, "but with Future Industries' stock still low compared to when my father ran it, and girlmeat being so understandably expensive... I can't justify treating myself anymore."

Asami's answer faded into comfortable silence, but her admission, and the ideas it put into Korra's head, would not soon be forgotten.




It was Asami's birthday and Korra had plans to make this the most memorable birthday Asami had ever had. Her mind buzzed with what Asami had told her that night nearly half a year ago when she'd admitted to the brown skinned girl exactly what her favorite food really was. The thought had buried itself in Korra's brain and that seed of an idea was about to bloom today. Korra hoped her girlfriend enjoyed it.

The Avatar carefully maneuvered her way free of her girlfriend's tenacious grip and out of their shared bed. Careful not to make a sound in the early morning stillness of their shared room, Korra stripped out of her cotton turtleduck patterned pajamas and, kicking the garments under the bed to hide them from her girlfriend's view, carefully crept, completely naked, down the stairs.

Korra had been thinking about Asami's favorite dish for a while now. She wanted to treat Asami to some (and then take advantage of the feelings her girlfriend's favorite dish inspired in her), but her role as the Avatar was more of a calling than a paid position, so she couldn't exactly buy a girl for her to cook. And, while she might be able to use her authority as the Avatar to procure what she needed, it seemed... wrong somehow to do that just to surprise her girlfriend. She could recruit one of her fans of course, she had plenty now, both as the Avatar and from her brief pro-bending career. Using the former might feel off, but she had no real qualms against using the latter; but it would take time to find one that was willing, and by the time the idea had occured to her, it was too late to put that particular plan into action.

Luckily, Korra had another option.

Ever since their discussion, Asami's comments about how hot it was that a girl had given up a body part just for her meal had been popping up in her head. She was right, it was hot, but when Korra fantasized about it she wasn't the girl dining on freshly carved cuntsteak; she was the girl being dined on.

It took her a while to undertand what was happening, and even longer to realize that it was the solution to her problem, but when the though of using herself as the main ingredient for Asami's surprise instead of another girl first occured to Korra a week ago, she'd cum like an avalanche.

After that, her decision had been made for her, she'd be providing the meat for her girlfriend's dinner and that was that. Of course, that left Korra witha conundrum. She was the Avatar. She had responsibilities. She couldn't just give up an arm or a leg just to fulfill her girlfriend's culinary fantasies; and she definitely couldn't give up her pussy, as sexy as that thought was to her. She needed tobuse something she could do without, something her own lackluster abilities at healing using waterbending could fix for her. Asami's dinner needed to be something expendable, but still valuable enough to show her girlfriend just how much she cared for her.

Korra hadn't come up with the solution until last night.

Of course, given the nature of what Korra planned to cook for Asami, some changes needed to be made; chief among them, Asami's special dinner had become a special breakfast. The water tribe girl entered the kitchen and put on the light blue puppy apron Asami had given her as a present last year.

It was time to get to work.




Asami woke up to the most delectable aroma she'd ever experienced. The scent was positively filling the house! It was meat, and it seemed familiar... but Asami couldn't quite place it. She blinked. Why was she cold? She reached for her bedwarmer only to grasp thin air. Korra was missing. It took a few seconds for the thought to fully process. Why was Korra missing? Her lazy girlfriend never woke up before she did unless she had to...

Blinking a few more times, Asami's sleep addled mind put two and two together, connecting the incredible smell with her lover's absence. Another moment of reflection added the idea that maybe the noise coming from the kitchen was connected.

Her stomach rumbled in approval of this theory.

Tiredly, Asami rolled out of bed, still wearing her red silk chemise, and made her way to the kitchen.

Asami wasn't exactly stealthy in the morning, so Korra had ample time to hear her lover coming. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect. In just a few seconds the last of her surprise breakfast would be finished cooking and it would be time to eat.

The first thing Asami noticed upon stepping into the kitchen was her nubile lover's absolutely amazing backside. It wasn't a novel sight, but Asami couldn't help but marvel at it all the same. The curve of Korra's ass was absolutely inspiring, it managed to be both firm and soft at the same time, and it was one of her girlfriend's greatest features. Asami blinked the last of the sleep from her eyes as she realized her girlfriend was naked. No, wait, not naked, she was wearing an apron. Only an apron.

“Korra, wha?” Asami managed to ask, still getting the hang of that thing known as 'waking up.'

“Morning Sleepy-head!” Korra smiled, turning to look right at her. “I'm making breakfast!”

Asami sat down firmly at the table. Korra was cooking? Korra never cooked. She loved her girlfriend dearly, but she was hardly the domestic type. Neither of them were to be honest.

“Is that what smells so good?” Asami wondered, now more or less fully awake.

“It's a surprise, but yes,” Korra admitted. I'm just about...” Korra paused for a few seconds looking at the pan in front of her, “Done.”

Carefully, Korra scraped a pair of oddly thick yet sill fairly small strips of bacon onto a plate filled with what looked like a pile of corned beef hash and a pair of poached eggs, though Asami didn't recognize whatever species that last time had come from. Still, whatever bird they hailed from, they looked absolutely scrumptious.

“Dig in,” Korra offered smiling.

“You're not having any?” Asami asked.

“It's your birthday, this meal is just for you,” Korra explained.

Her birthday? It was her birthday, wasn't it! That certainly explained why her girlfriend was cooking, though not why she kept smiling with a strange mixture of smugness and nervous expectation.

Still, this food smelled wonderful, and she was incredibly hungry after all the calories she and Korra burned together last night. Strange looking food aside, Asami dug in.

First, a bite of the corned beef hash, which, probably wasn't actually corned beef hash. The meat was the right shade, but corned beef never smelled as good as what Korra had made her. She bit down, savoring the unique and delicious flavor of Korra's culinary experiment.

“Mmmmm... what is this?” Asami wondered aloud.

Korra was smiling broadly. “I'll tell you once you taste everything,” the dusky-skinned girl assured her lover. “Try one of the eggs or the bacon. I made everything fresh myself.”

“It's amazing,” Asami assured her. Picking up her knife she cut off a bite of the bacon and brought it to her lips. Her eyes widened. Despite it's strange appearance, the texture was absolutely perfect, and the taste! It was absolutely sublime! “Mmmmmmmm...” Asami groaned in appreciation as the flavors played across her tongue. “That was the best bacon I've ever tasted...”

Korra grinned, blushing in embarrassment, her legs crossed under the table. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” she assured her girlfriend. “Now, try one of the eggs and I'll tell you what I used.”

Asami, eager to solve the mystery, did exactly as she was told, carefully loading one of the small poached eggs, barely larger than her thumb, onto her fork and bringing it to her lips. The egg burst in her mouth as she bit down, filling it with delicious, gooey warmth. Asami let it linger on her tongue, savoring it before swallowing, and licking her lips just to make sure she had every last drop of the delectable treat.

“That was... the best egg I've ever tasted,” Asami declared firmly. “What kind of eggs were they!?”

Korra blushed, holding her fist in font of her mouth in embarrassed delight. “They were Korra eggs,” she explained.

“Korra eggs?” Asami asked, shocked.

“And fresh vulva bacon,” Korra nodded.

“And this?” Asami asked, blinking as she pointed at the mixture of meat and potatoes occupying her plate.

“Korra womb hash,” Korra smiled. “I'm really glad you like it.”

“It's- You're incredible,” Asami stated, taking another bite of her girlfriend's lovingly cooked womb. “But, why?” Asami asked, her curiousity unabated.

“It's your birthday,” Korra explained, “and I wanted to do something extra special, just for you.”

Asami bit off another piece of the absolutely mouthwatering bacon as she waited for Korra to finish her explanation. Somehow, just knowing what her bacon used to be, knowing she'd kissed and licked it before, and that the girl it was harvested from was her girlfriend, that it was Korra, made it taste even better than before.

“You remember a year ago, when you told what the most delicious thing you ever tasted was?” Korra asked.

“Girlmeat...” Asami realized, closing her eyes to savor Korra's unique flavor.

“I've been thinking about it since then, on and off. I wanted to give you a treat for your birthday, something that meant something...” Korra pause, smiling bashfully. “Me.”

“You're incredible,” Asami repeated, complimenting both Korra's taste and generosity as she eagerly devoured more of her lover's shredded womb. “How'd you do it?”

“Once I got free of your death grip, you mean?” Korra asked, referring to Asami's clingy nature while asleep.

Asami pouted annoyed at her before taking another mouth-watering bite of the Korra womb hash.

Korra grinned. “It wasn't easy, the cooking was actually the simple part, I just followed the instructions in the cookboook I found under the bed last week.”

Asami's eyes followed her girlfriend's own until they reached a closed book on a stand on the counter; “Serving Girls - A Cookbook.” Asami's eyes widened in shock. That was hers! Her own secret source of fantasy fuel! She blushed nearly crimson embarrassed that Korra had found it even though it was clear that her athletic lover had absolutely no objection to its contents.

“No, the hard part... was gathering the ingredients.,” Korra continued, enjoying the lovely shade of red that Asami had turned during her explanation. “You want to know how I did it?” Korra asked, knowing Asami well enough that she hadn't actually needed to ask to know the answer.

“Of course!” Asami demanded around another mouthful of Korra's delicious fried, potato-covered womb. Korra could see from the way her pale-skinned lover was moving that her spare hand had vanished under the table and her fingers were already playing with herself in anticipation.

“First, I got a knife, a sharp knife; and some water too, for later. Then I sat in that very chair you're sitting in now and spread my legs as wide as I could, exposing my pussy to the kitchen so that I could see what I was about to do...”

Asami stared, enraptured as Korra described her morning. She could sense what was about to happen next and- Spirits! It was turning her on so much!

“Setting a plate down in front of me, just between my legs, I grabbed one of my pussy lips with my free hands and started to cut. Slowly... From the bottom, all the way to the top I carved off my vulva, just for you...” Korra leaned in. “First one lip... then the other, until I was completely smooth; just a puffy little bulge and a slit to mark my sex.”

“Can I see?” Asami pleaded.

“Maybe later, if you're a good girl who finishes all your breakfast,” Korra grinned teasingly.

“There's no chance of that not happening,” Asami assured her lover. “You're so delectable, I'll probably ask for seconds!”

“Mmmmm...” Korra stroked her chin, considering the idea for a few seconds. “Maybe later,” she teased; winking and leaving Asami completely unsure whether her girlfriend was serious or not.

“But what about your eggs? And your womb?” Asami questioned before devouring the last bite of the first of her two strips of Korra-bacon.

“Remember that knife from earlier?” Korra asked. “I cut right here:” she explained, tracing a line across her apron over what would be the top of her pubic mound. “Then I reached in and grabbed a hold of my ovaries and gently, so as not to break them, and tugged them out, severing them from by womb one after another before placing them carefully on the plate next to my pussy lips.”

Asami was using both hands to finger herself now, her fork laying forgotten on her plate. Korra smiled at the sight. It wasn't often that she saw her girlfriend this riled up, it was nice to know that her gift was being appreciated.

“Then. I reached in and grabbed a hold of my own womb with my fist, and taking the knife in my off-hand, I just cut it free.”

“You cut it free? But... what about kids? You cooked your womb and your ovaries for me...”

“Asami, I love you, and all that entails. But... being who we are, there are some things we just can't do with each other. Kids were never in a future where we're together, unless I cheated on you. And I don't plan on being unfaithful, not even for kids, and definitely not after this. If you want to have kids, you can bear them for both of us and I'll love them just the same as if they were mine. Seeing how much you're enjoying eating me? It's a sacrifice I'd gladly make again if I could.”

Asami, overwhelmed by Korra's sacrifice and incredibly aroused by the same, seized her lover's lips with the intensity of a full-force typhoon, trying to press into Korra's very being how much she appreciated what her lover had done for her. The kiss lasted an eternity, but several breathless minutes later, they had to come up for air.

Korra licked her lips. “Mmmm. I really am delicious.”

“Do you want a bite?” Asami asked, uncertain but offering anyway.

“No thanks. That's your special birthday treat, not mine.” Korra waved her off.

Asami nodded, scooping up another forkful of Korra Womb hash. “What happened next?”

“Well, I used the water to heal myself, since I didn't want to bleed out.” Korra paused. “That wouldn't have made a very good gift would it? A dead Korra and a pile of delicious ingredients?”

Asami pictured it, her fingers dipping in and out of her completely sopping cunt. While she'd rather have the live Korra watching her eat that she had now, having Korra snuff herself for Asami's gastronomical pleasure was also pretty hot... “I don't know, I definitely wouldn't mind having a bite of your pussy,” Asami teased.

“You'll just have to settle for licking it while it's still attached,” Korra retorted, amused.


Asami nodded, devouring a few more bites of Korra's delectable hashed womb and starting on her second, and final strip of vulva bacon before asking the obvious question. “What next?”

“Well, that's actually a bit of a surprise... you'll find out later,” Korra blushed. “But after that," Korra blushed a bit harder, I started cooking my womb for you."

Asami took yet another bite of the final results of Korra's efforts, savoring the interplay of flavors on her tongue, the savoriness of the meat, the way the potatoes took up the taste of Korra's most intimate parts. It would have been an amazing meal even if it hadn't represented the lengths that her girlfriend would go to just to make her happy... "Mmmm. It's amazing!" Asami complimented, her fingers dancing over her own pristine lower lips even as she took yet another bite of the bacon made from Korra's own.

"After looking through your recipe book and seeing just how worn the page was on the recipe for girl-meat hash, I took a pair of forks..." Korra explained, "and I shredded it for you."

"Your womb," Asami repeated, amazed by the lengths her lover had gone to just to make this breakfast special for her.

"Yeah," Korra shyly agreed. "It was a lot simpler than I thought it would be, I just went like this," Korra enthusiastically mimed what she had done to her harvested womb, "for a few minutes and then it was ready to cook!"

Asami could easily picture Korra tearing her womb apart with the pair of imaginary forks in her hand, repeatedly stabbing them into the meat together and pulling them apart as she quickly reduced the most crucial part of her reproductive tract into the mouth-watering collection of shredded meat the former socialite was currently enjoying.

"Mmmm... you have absolutely no idea how hot I am right now," Asami admitted over the slick sound of her fingers diving in and out of her own completely pristine sex.

"You know... I could help you with that. It would free up another hand so that you can finish your breakfast..." Korra offered in an obviously fake display of demure hospitality. Her wide blue eyes revealed her real intentions; Asami could tell in an instant just how much her girlfriend wanted to go down on her.

Asami grinned back, "I certainly wouldn't mind."

Korra slipped easily under the table and before Asami could even blink, she'd removed the light-skinned girl's fingers from their new home and sucked them dry of her lover's juices.

"Ah!" Asami panted as Korra dove into her own 'breakfast' with abandon, eagerly licking and sucking every little crevice and fold raven-haired girl's slit.

The former socialite, her hands now freed to complete the task her lover had given her, dug into her breakfast just as ardently; practically demolishing the plentiful hash made from her girlfriend's womb and savoring her final strip of the bacon that Korra had harvested her own sex to create for her. All the while, Korra licked and lapped at Asami's own dripping slit, lovingly slathering it with care and attention as she sought to satisfy each and every one of her girlfriend's carnal urges.

Asami was in heaven. Korra was the best tasting breakfast she'd ever had. In all the times she'd eaten girl-meat, she'd never felt anything close to this. The taste of her girlfriend's perfectly-cooked pussy lingered on her lips even as the headstrong tomboy kissed and tended to her own needy cunt. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before! Asami had no idea what words she could use to express how special this was, how much this truly meant to her...

As the hash swiftly disappeared from her plate, Asami noticed something beneath it, just the edge of something covered and concealed by the combination of potatoes and shredded strips of Korra's womb. It looked thin, and fried. A potato chip, maybe?

Curious, Asami pushed the incredible food aside to shed some light on this new mystery. Her eyes widened.

"Is this what I think it is?" She asked her lover, pulling her up from between her legs by her soft brown hair.

Korra's lips practically sparkled with Asami's arousal as she smiled. "You found them then?" She asked excitedly.

"Thank you so much!" Asami seized her lover's lips, kissing them frantically, her mind on the newly revealed morsel crowning her plate; one of Korra's nipples. One of a pair, if she was hearing Korra correctly.

She drank in the taste if her own arousal on her lover's lips, wrestling with her tongue as she wondered what Korra thought about tasting herself on Asami's own. She hoped Korra enjoyed it even half as much as she did.

"I saw the page for nipple chips was just as worn as the one for girl-meat hash," Korra admitted bashfully, when she finally came up for air. "I know it's lot a full bowl like in the picture, but-"

Asami cut her off with another searing kiss.

"I don't care if it's not a full bowl, they're yours. I know how sensitive they were!"

Korra blushed, "Yeah, it wasn't easy cutting them off, but... I knew you'd love them."

Asami nibbled at Korra's neck and whispered in her ear "I do, and I'm going to reward you.. right after I finish eating."

Korra shivered in anticipation, watching as Asami picked up a chip and crunched down on it, turning the crowning jewels of her perky breasts into unrecognizable fragments of fried meat dancing on the paler girl's tongue, the nub of her nipple demolished completely by the second bite.

"Mmmmm... You're exquisite," Asami declared.

Korra blushed happily, "I'm glad you enjoy it."

"Not just breakfast," Asami clarified. "You. You're absolutely exquisite, Korra. I can't imagine how I'm going to make this up to you."

"You don't have to," Korra stated. "I wanted this. I wanted to cook for you," Korra admitted.

"Thank you," Asami replied with all her heart.

Korra blushed once more, "Just, just finish your breakfast before it gets cold. I can't cook you another one."

Asami nodded and sat down, tearing through her meal while Korra watched, massaging her shoulders. She could feel her girlfriend's completely smooth breasts pressing against her back, only an apron and her own chemise seperating them. She wondered how Korra looked now, was there a scar? Or was she smooth like a doll, with no sign that her girlfriend had ever had nipples in the first place? Asami could barely wait to find out.

Bite after bite vanished into Asami's mouth, the remnants of her lover's womb destroyed with each new nibble until there was nothing left on her plate but a single remaining poached ovary.

Gingerly, Asami rolled it onto her fork and brought to to her lips, staring deeply into her lover's eyes as she bit down. The last remnant of Korra's reproductive system burst between her teeth, showering her tongue in the most delicious fluid Asami had ever tasted. Asami savored her lover's flavor, knowing she'd probably never taste anything like it again, and certainly never taste anything as meaningful. She could feel the poached remnants of Korra's eggs completely covering her lips, and she leaned back, catching Korra by surprised as she reached up and drew her in for yet another kiss.

“Try some,” Asami commanded, pursing her lips for her lover to lick clean. Korra, more than a little turned on by her girlfriend's occasionally dominant nature, agreed, licking Asami's naturally red lips clean of the mess she'd made.

Korra's eyes widened. “I'm delicious!” She exclaimed, finally understanding why girl-meat was her lover's favorite food.

“Yes, you were,” Asami smiled wryly. “It's a shame we can't have girl-meat more often,” Asami lamented, but her mood picked up when a thought occurred to her. “Now, I believe you promised me a reward if I finished all my food?”

Korra glanced thoughtfully at the girlmeat cookbook she found under their bed. Nipple chips and girl-meat hash weren't the only well thumbed pages of the collection. Asami had even dog-eared the entry for fresh braised girl-meat filet, and Korra couldn't help but notice that the picture of the braised pussy on the page looked remarkably like her own.

“That's right,” Korra agreed. “I did promise you a surprise...” Korra paused. “Race you to the bedroom?” Korra shot her lover a sly look and took off before Asami could even get out of her chair.

“Hey! No fair!” The fully fed girl protested.

Maybe one day Korra would crack open Asami's favorite book again, but it wasn't today. Today, Korra had to make sure that Asami had an absolutely unforgettable birthday.

The End

 No.10558

Excellent, as always, TVB.

Wasn't this mentioned as a possibility that was discarded in Avatar Fillet? Nice to see it fleshed out in full.

 No.10559

Exquisite!

 No.10561

I've been convinced into working on a sequel to this.

>>10558
Similar idea. Breakfast was involved, but in that possibility Korra was going to use a Panini machine (or maybe it was a waffle iron?) on her tits. So, both less sacrificed and more noticeable.

The idea for that part of Avatar Filet did come from the same edit though, so, well spotted!

>>10559
Glad you enjoyed it!

 No.10564

I've avoided commenting on your compilation thread because it seemed so clean with only your works there... Not the best reason, I know. Either way, I love your work!

 No.10569

>>10564
It may seem clean to you, but the only mark of interest on Gurocha is comments (since you can't see views), so to me it appears like people completely ignore the compilation thread. Even even I post never before seen stories there like Mary Jane. That thread was a failed experiment. I won't be doing another one.

I'm glad you liked this story though!

 No.10578

Very nice. Would be fun to see the tables turning between these two for a change, though.

 No.10791

So, I've been writing a sequel. I'm going to try and finish it as quickly as I can, and I have another sequel after this one planned that'll end this trilogy.

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Making Korra Brunch
Tags: F/F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Cannibalism

Asami had a problem. Korra had given her such an amazing gift for her birthday, sacrificing so much just to make her happy, and now with Korra's own birthday less than a week away, Asami was completely stumped what to get her girlfriend. She wanted to give Korra a sense of what she'd given her, she wanted to show Korra what it felt like for someone to sacrifice so much just so that you can enjoy a single wonderful meal. But Korra had categorically forbidden her from cooking any part of herself; saying that she loved Asami just the way she was, with all her bits attached. It was sweet, but it left Asami in a bit of a lurch idea-wise. Not that she had planned to cook herself, but it was a possibility. The only one Asami had thought of that could convey how what Korra did for her meant to her.

With one week remaining until the big day, Asami was actually getting sort of frantic about it.

Then, without any warning, Asami saw her at a rally raise funds to help rebuild Republic City.

Asami was aware that Korra had some extremely avid fans from her pro-bending days, but she'd never really given them any thought before. Korra wasn't about to cheat on her, no matter how eager her fans were, something she knew even before her girlfriend sacrificed her ovaries and womb to make Asami breakfast, so it really didn't matter how interested in Korra her fans were. That changed when Asami noticed Yumi. Of course, she didn't know Yumi's name yet, she only knew her as the girl that looked exactly like the Korra she knew when they first met, down to the same exact outfit and a similar, if slightly lighter skin tone and lithe build. In fact, if not for the girl's large pair of black rimmed glasses, Asami might have mistaken her for a younger version of her girlfriend at first glance.

She was perfect.

Asami slipped away from her girlfriend as soon as Korra was distracted, making her way to her impersonator.

Sidling up to the girl, Asami looked her straight in the eye. “I know that now's not a great time to talk, but can you meet me tomorrow around noon at the Docks on Aang memorial island? I want to get Korra a birthday present, and I think you're the perfect person to help.”

Yumi didn't even have a chance to respond before Asami was gone, headed back up to the stage so that her girlfriend wouldn't miss her and get suspicious. The other girl didn't know what to think, but if it was to help out her idol even a little, Yumi knew she'd do it.




The next day, Yumi waited on the docks of Aang Memorial Island for the girl that she knew was Avatar Korra's current girlfriend. Yumi wasn't sure what to think about the CEO of Future industries. On one hand, she was grateful to her, Asami's relationship with Korra had given Yumi hope that her crush on the former pro-bending star wasn't completely fruitless. On the other hand, Asami had everything Yumi lacked; wealth, power, and one of the most incredible bodies that Korra's biggest fan had ever seen, not to mention Korra's complete and utterly devoted love. Part of Yumi wondered what Asami Sato could possibly need her for? Sure, she was Korra's biggest fan. But surely someone who was dating Korra would have a good idea what the Avatar might want for their birthday?

Unless... maybe she was the gift? Yumi was well aware that she looked a lot like Korra, she went to some effort to maximize the resemblance. Maybe Korra had a twin fetish? Maybe the reason that Asami had picked her was so that they could have a torrid threesome together? Yumi's heart raced as she imagined it, her tongue delving into her idol's wet pussy, Korra screaming her name in pleasure... Maybe Korra would even like Yumi's body more than her old girlfriend's and they could be together more permanently?

In her daydreaming, Yumi completely missed Asami's arrival.

“Hey, I'm glad you came,” Asami spoke up, startling Yumi out of her reverie. “I'm sorry, things were just so busy yesterday I didn't even get your name.”

“Yumi,” The girl replied. “And you're Asami, Korra's girlfriend.”

Asami smiled broadly, and Yumi could definitely see what the avatar saw in the rich girl.

“That's right. Sorry, I was so abrupt with you yesterday, I didn't want Korra finding out what I have planned,” Asami offered.

Yumi blinked, the other girl wasn't always like that? She had assumed that was just how Asami dealt with people who were 'below her station,' like the rich people she'd heard in radio dramas. Maybe she'd misjudged the other girl? If Avatar Koora liked her, she couldn't really be that bad, could she? Not as good for Korra as Yumi would be of course, but maybe not a bad second choice?

“You said something about needing my help finding a present for Korra's birthday?” Yumi asked, uncertainly.

“Ah, not quite,” Asami said, scratching nervously behind her ear. “I actually want you to be my present to Korra for her birthday.”

Yumi's eyes widened almost comically. “You mean, you really do want me for a threesome!?” the girl exclaimed.

“Quiet down!” Asami hushed. “That's how rumors get started! And no, I mean.... if you want one as your payment for doing this for you, I can arrange that, but that's not why I want you.” Only the fact that the giant statue of Avatar Aang was closed for renovations this week, leaving the docks nearly empty, had saved the pair from being overheard.

Asami took a deep breath, “Can you keep a secret?”

“For Korra? Of course,” Yumi declared.

Asami looked at her as if judging her integrity, but after a few seconds the raven haired girl nodded. “I want you for Korra's dinner.”

Yumi's eyes widened. “What? You mean, like... as girl-meat?” she asked, her voice heavy with uncertainty and shock. She'd heard of girl-meat before, but it wasn't something normal people ever ate. It was too expensive, like caviar, only the extremely rich or extremely famous could afford it. When put that way, it wasn't a surprise that Asami Sato, head of Future Industries, might want it.

“Exactly,” Asami nodded. “Korra gave me a very special present for my birthday, and I want to give her something just as special for hers, that's where you come in.”

Just what did Avatar Korra give her girlfriend!? A unicorn? What could be more decadent that having another girl snuffed just so you could eat her for dinner!?

“Why me?” Yumi asked, her voice trembling.

“Because you're Korra's biggest fan. You even look just like she used to,” Asami explained. “I want to give Korra full the experience of actually eating another girl. The feeling of knowing that another girl sacrificed everything just so she could enjoy her meal. And not just in general, but that someone cared about Korra enough that they sacrificed their life for her, not for anyone else, but for Korra specifically. When I saw you, I thought you might be willing to do that for her.”

Yumi didn't know what to say. Asami wanted Korra to eat her? She should say no, right? She'd die if she agreed, so she should say no. But... somehow the thought of saying yes wouldn't leave her mind. Girl-meat was rare, even among the rich. There just weren't many girls willing to let themselves be cooked or butchered. If she said yes... she might just be a once in a lifetime experience. And the way Asami had described her girft as someone willing to sacrifice everything for Korra... It sounded special, even above and beyond the idea of girl-meat by itself.

If she accepted, she'd get to meet her hero, and... Asami promised that if she wanted more than just to meet her, that could be arranged as well. It was tempting...

That idle fantasy of a threesome could come true, she could sear herself into Korra's heart forever, and all Asami was asking her to give up was... everything. Taht was the point wasn't it? That's what Asami wanted to give Korra? Someone willing to give up everything, just for her. It really was sort of romantic...

Yumi came to a decision. “I'll do it,” The Korra cosplayer agreed. “But, I have some conditions, first.”

Asami nodded. “Name them.”

“First, I want that threesome you promised me,” Yumi demanded.

“Done,” Asami agreed. She could easily sell that to Korra as part of her surprise. “We can do that the night before, if that's fine with you?”

Yumi nodded her agreement. “Next, I want Korra to have a picture to remember me by. A pornographic one,” Yumi clarified.

Asami raised her eyebrow, it was an odd request, but she could do it. “I don't see any problem with that. You'll have to bring it with you when you arrive for your threesome, unless you want me to take one to commemorate that?”

Yumi's eyes widened. “Can she have both?”

Asami tried not to smile too broadly. “If that's you want,” she answered somewhat indulgently.

“Then yes, lets do both,” Yumi nodded to herself.

“Anything else?” Asami asked.

“Yeah, one last thing.” Yumi paused. “I want to see Korra eat me. I know I won't live through all of it, but I want to see if she likes me or not,” Yumi added, her voice trembling a bit in uncertainty. She'd latched onto Korra because she seemed so confident, so strong. When Yumi was dressed like her, when she looked like her, she felt strong too,, but now? Now she was uncertain. She needed to know for sure, if she was going to do this... she needed Korra's validation.

“You know it'll hurt much more that way?” Asami asked, trying to make sure that was actually what Yumi wanted.

“I know. That's my last condition,” Yumi declared firmly.

“In that case, if you're sure?” Yumi nodded to Asami's implied question. “In that case, I can definitely make sure you stay alive long enough to see Korra enjoying you.”

“Then...” Yumi paused, was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let her hero's girlfriend snuff her for her meat? Yumi took a deep breath. If she wanted what Asami had promised her, this was the only way to get it, as her biggest fan, wasn't she willing to give up everything for Korra? Yumi's eyes filled with determination. “Then we have a deal.”




Asami looked over the other two occupants of the bed with a smile. Korra had thoroughly enjoyed 'her present' last night, indulging in the threesome with her biggest fan that Asami arranged for them with gusto, if not a few qualms. It had taken a remarkable amount of willpower for the ex-socialite to keep a straight face when Korra expressed her worry that it might be awkward if they see each other again, or that their threesome might leak into the news and make a scandal. Asami almost gave away the whole game when Korra tried to reassure her that she'd never leave her for this other girl who Korra didn't and couldn't love the same way that she did Asami. Asami of course dismissed all of Korra's concerns, telling her it wouldn't be a problem, and asking Korra if she trusted her.

Once Korra understood that Asami had all the details taken care of, she felt free to enjoy the birthday surprise Asami had gotten for her, even if it was more of a 'night before her birthday' surprise since her birthday was actually the following day; today, to be precise.

Asami's eyes flicked to the new addition on their dresser, a framed picture of Yumi, crouched naked on a bed wearing Korra's old hairdo with her knees apart, one hand behind her supporting her weight and the other hand spreading her soft, still virginal cunt for Korra and Asami to admire. That had been a surprise last night, that the young girl that Asami had picked out of a crowd for her resemblance to her girlfriend was a virgin wasn't something Asami had expected. Still, Korra had definitely had fun breaking her new toy in. A part of Asami was glad that she and Korra would be the only girls who would ever get to sample the bloom of Yumi's flower; it was sort of poetic that the young fan had saved herself for her idol, and now she'd be destroyed for her.

Next to the picture that Yumi had brought them was the camera filled with the records of last night's debauchery. Asami had no idea how she was going to get that developed without causing a scandal, but she had plenty of time to think of something, even if that something was learning how to develop it herself (by practicing on other sets of negatives first).

She could hear the birds chirping outside, signaling that it was time for breakfast. That meant it was time to show Korra her real gift...

“Wake up sleepyhead...” Asami urged, gently shaking her girlfriend into alertness. “You too Yumi, It's time for breakfast.”

Yumi woke up almost instantly, knowing exactly what Asami meant, Korra on the other hand, let out a string of incomprehensible nonsense followed by something that sounded a lot like the words “You do it.”

Asami held a finger to her lips as she took in Yumi's wide eyes, urging her to silence. Her girlfriend's biggest fan looked frightened, but resigned to her agreed upon fate. Yumi shot Asami a wan smile and nodded, tacitly agreeing not to spoil Korra's surprise for her.

“Come on Korra, It's your birthday! You don't want to sleep the whole day away, do you?” Asami asked resuming her gentle shaking. “I have a special surprise planned for you for breakfast.”

“Don' care... wanna sleep...” Korra said, rolling over.

Asami frowned, without Korra there to heal Yumi with water bending, she couldn't fulfill her promise to the girl she'd recruited as Korra's breakfast. Still... it was her lover's birthday, she'd have to get up eventually, and they didn't exactly have anything time-sensitive planned until the party that evening, so it wouldn't really harm anything to let her girlfriend wake up at her own pace.

“All right, you win Korra. I'll let you sleep in. Meet me and Yumi in the kitchen for breakfast when you're finally ready to get up okay?” Asami conceded.

“Mmhmm...” Came Korra's groan of agreement.

“Come on Yumi, lets head down to the kitchen to wait for her.” Asami offered. “You can leave your clothes here. You won't need them for breakfast.” She added with a mischievous grin.
Yumi nodded and followed Asami downstairs.

 No.10794

I guess Yumi must have been quite surprised to see her idol without nipples or labia. :p

Really nice story ! I can't wait for the next part. :)

 No.11408

>>10794
You're in Luck. here's the whole thing:

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Making Korra Brunch
Tags: F/F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Cannibalism

Asami had a problem. Korra had given her such an amazing gift for her birthday, sacrificing so much just to make her happy, and now with Korra's own birthday less than a week away, Asami was completely stumped what to get her girlfriend. She wanted to give Korra a sense of what she'd given her, she wanted to show Korra what it felt like for someone to sacrifice so much just so that you can enjoy a single wonderful meal. But Korra had categorically forbidden her from cooking any part of herself; saying that she loved Asami just the way she was, with all her bits attached. It was sweet, but it left Asami in a bit of a lurch idea-wise. Not that she had planned to cook herself, but it was a possibility. The only one Asami had thought of that could convey how what Korra did for her meant to her.

With one week remaining until the big day, Asami was actually getting sort of frantic about it.

Then, without any warning, Asami saw her at a rally raise funds to help rebuild Republic City.

Asami was aware that Korra had some extremely avid fans from her pro-bending days, but she'd never really given them any thought before. Korra wasn't about to cheat on her, no matter how eager her fans were, something she knew even before her girlfriend sacrificed her ovaries and womb to make Asami breakfast, so it really didn't matter how interested in Korra her fans were. That changed when Asami noticed Yumi. Of course, she didn't know Yumi's name yet, she only knew her as the girl that looked exactly like the Korra she knew when they first met, down to the same exact outfit and a similar, if slightly lighter skin tone and lithe build. In fact, if not for the girl's large pair of black rimmed glasses, Asami might have mistaken her for a younger version of her girlfriend at first glance.

She was perfect.

Asami slipped away from her girlfriend as soon as Korra was distracted, making her way to her impersonator.

Sidling up to the girl, Asami looked her straight in the eye. “I know that now's not a great time to talk, but can you meet me tomorrow around noon at the Docks on Aang memorial island? I want to get Korra a birthday present, and I think you're the perfect person to help.”

Yumi didn't even have a chance to respond before Asami was gone, headed back up to the stage so that her girlfriend wouldn't miss her and get suspicious. The other girl didn't know what to think, but if it was to help out her idol even a little, Yumi knew she'd do it.




The next day, Yumi waited on the docks of Aang Memorial Island for the girl that she knew was Avatar Korra's current girlfriend. Yumi wasn't sure what to think about the CEO of Future industries. On one hand, she was grateful to her, Asami's relationship with Korra had given Yumi hope that her crush on the former pro-bending star wasn't completely fruitless. On the other hand, Asami had everything Yumi lacked; wealth, power, and one of the most incredible bodies that Korra's biggest fan had ever seen, not to mention Korra's complete and utterly devoted love. Part of Yumi wondered what Asami Sato could possibly need her for? Sure, she was Korra's biggest fan. But surely someone who was dating Korra would have a good idea what the Avatar might want for their birthday?

Unless... maybe she was the gift? Yumi was well aware that she looked a lot like Korra, she went to some effort to maximize the resemblance. Maybe Korra had a twin fetish? Maybe the reason that Asami had picked her was so that they could have a torrid threesome together? Yumi's heart raced as she imagined it, her tongue delving into her idol's wet pussy, Korra screaming her name in pleasure... Maybe Korra would even like Yumi's body more than her old girlfriend's and they could be together more permanently?

In her daydreaming, Yumi completely missed Asami's arrival.

“Hey, I'm glad you came,” Asami spoke up, startling Yumi out of her reverie. “I'm sorry, things were just so busy yesterday I didn't even get your name.”

“Yumi,” The girl replied. “And you're Asami, Korra's girlfriend.”

Asami smiled broadly, and Yumi could definitely see what the avatar saw in the rich girl.

“That's right. Sorry, I was so abrupt with you yesterday, I didn't want Korra finding out what I have planned,” Asami offered.

Yumi blinked, the other girl wasn't always like that? She had assumed that was just how Asami dealt with people who were 'below her station,' like the rich people she'd heard in radio dramas. Maybe she'd misjudged the other girl? If Avatar Korra liked her, she couldn't really be that bad, could she? Not as good for Korra as Yumi would be of course, but maybe not a bad second choice?

“You said something about needing my help finding a present for Korra's birthday?” Yumi asked, uncertainly.

“Ah, not quite,” Asami said, scratching nervously behind her ear. “I actually want you to be my present to Korra for her birthday.”

Yumi's eyes widened almost comically. “You mean, you really do want me for a threesome!?” the girl exclaimed.

“Quiet down!” Asami hushed. “That's how rumors get started! And no, I mean.... if you want one as your payment for doing this for you, I can arrange that, but that's not why I want you.” Only the fact that the giant statue of Avatar Aang was closed for renovations this week, leaving the docks nearly empty, had saved the pair from being overheard.

Asami took a deep breath, “Can you keep a secret?”

“For Korra? Of course,” Yumi declared.

Asami looked at her as if judging her integrity, but after a few seconds the raven haired girl nodded. “I want you for Korra's dinner.”

Yumi's eyes widened. “What? You mean, like... as girl-meat?” she asked, her voice heavy with uncertainty and shock. She'd heard of girl-meat before, but it wasn't something normal people ever ate. It was too expensive, like caviar, only the extremely rich or extremely famous could afford it. When put that way, it wasn't a surprise that Asami Sato, head of Future Industries, might want it.

“Exactly,” Asami nodded. “Korra gave me a very special present for my birthday, and I want to give her something just as special for hers, that's where you come in.”

Just what did Avatar Korra give her girlfriend!? A unicorn? What could be more decadent that having another girl snuffed just so you could eat her for dinner!?

“Why me?” Yumi asked, her voice trembling.

“Because you're Korra's biggest fan. You even look just like she used to,” Asami explained. “I want to give Korra full the experience of actually eating another girl. The feeling of knowing that another girl sacrificed everything just so she could enjoy her meal. And not just in general, but that someone cared about Korra enough that they sacrificed their life for her, not for anyone else, but for Korra specifically. When I saw you, I thought you might be willing to do that for her.”

Yumi didn't know what to say. Asami wanted Korra to eat her? She should say no, right? She'd die if she agreed, so she should say no. But... somehow the thought of saying yes wouldn't leave her mind. Girl-meat was rare, even among the rich. There just weren't many girls willing to let themselves be cooked or butchered. If she said yes... she might just be a once in a lifetime experience. And the way Asami had described her gift as someone willing to sacrifice everything for Korra... It sounded special, even above and beyond the idea of girl-meat by itself.

If she accepted, she'd get to meet her hero, and... Asami promised that if she wanted more than just to meet her, that could be arranged as well. It was tempting...

That idle fantasy of a threesome could come true, she could sear herself into Korra's heart forever, and all Asami was asking her to give up was... everything. That was the point wasn't it? That's what Asami wanted to give Korra? Someone willing to give up everything, just for her. It really was sort of romantic...

Yumi came to a decision. “I'll do it,” The Korra cosplayer agreed. “But, I have some conditions, first.”

Asami nodded. “Name them.”

“First, I want that threesome you promised me,” Yumi demanded.

“Done,” Asami agreed. She could easily sell that to Korra as part of her surprise. “We can do that the night before, if that's fine with you?”

Yumi nodded her agreement. “Next, I want Korra to have a picture to remember me by. A pornographic one,” Yumi clarified.

Asami raised her eyebrow, it was an odd request, but she could do it. “I don't see any problem with that. You'll have to bring it with you when you arrive for your threesome, unless you want me to take one to commemorate that?”

Yumi's eyes widened. “Can she have both?”

Asami tried not to smile too broadly. “If that's you want,” she answered somewhat indulgently.

“Then yes, lets do both,” Yumi nodded to herself.

“Anything else?” Asami asked.

“Yeah, one last thing.” Yumi paused. “I want to see Korra eat me. I know I won't live through all of it, but I want to see if she likes me or not,” Yumi added, her voice trembling a bit in uncertainty. She'd latched onto Korra because she seemed so confident, so strong. When Yumi was dressed like her, when she looked like her, she felt strong too,, but now? Now she was uncertain. She needed to know for sure, if she was going to do this... she needed Korra's validation.

“You know it'll hurt much more that way?” Asami asked, trying to make sure that was actually what Yumi wanted.

“I know. That's my last condition,” Yumi declared firmly.

“In that case, if you're sure?” Yumi nodded to Asami's implied question. “In that case, I can definitely make sure you stay alive long enough to see Korra enjoying you.”

“Then...” Yumi paused, was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let her hero's girlfriend snuff her for her meat? Yumi took a deep breath. If she wanted what Asami had promised her, this was the only way to get it, as her biggest fan, wasn't she willing to give up everything for Korra? Yumi's eyes filled with determination. “Then we have a deal.”




Asami looked over the other two occupants of the bed with a smile. Korra had thoroughly enjoyed 'her present' last night, indulging in the threesome with her biggest fan that Asami arranged for them with gusto, if not a few qualms. It had taken a remarkable amount of willpower for the ex-socialite to keep a straight face when Korra expressed her worry that it might be awkward if they see each other again, or that their threesome might leak into the news and make a scandal. Asami almost gave away the whole game when Korra tried to reassure her that she'd never leave her for this other girl who Korra didn't and couldn't love the same way that she did Asami. Asami of course dismissed all of Korra's concerns, telling her it wouldn't be a problem, and asking Korra if she trusted her.

Once Korra understood that Asami had all the details taken care of, she felt free to enjoy the birthday surprise Asami had gotten for her, even if it was more of a 'night before her birthday' surprise since her birthday was actually the following day; today, to be precise.

Asami's eyes flicked to the new addition on their dresser, a framed picture of Yumi, crouched naked on a bed wearing Korra's old hairdo with her knees apart, one hand behind her supporting her weight and the other hand spreading her soft, still virginal cunt for Korra and Asami to admire. That had been a surprise last night, that the young girl that Asami had picked out of a crowd for her resemblance to her girlfriend was a virgin wasn't something Asami had expected. Still, Korra had definitely had fun breaking her new toy in. A part of Asami was glad that she and Korra would be the only girls who would ever get to sample the bloom of Yumi's flower; it was sort of poetic that the young fan had saved herself for her idol, and now she'd be destroyed for her.

Next to the picture that Yumi had brought them was the camera filled with the records of last night's debauchery. Asami had no idea how she was going to get that developed without causing a scandal, but she had plenty of time to think of something, even if that something was learning how to develop it herself (by practicing on other sets of negatives first).

She could hear the birds chirping outside, signaling that it was time for breakfast. That meant it was time to show Korra her real gift...

“Wake up sleepyhead...” Asami urged, gently shaking her girlfriend into alertness. “You too Yumi, It's time for breakfast.”

Yumi woke up almost instantly, knowing exactly what Asami meant, Korra on the other hand, let out a string of incomprehensible nonsense followed by something that sounded a lot like the words “You do it.”

Asami held a finger to her lips as she took in Yumi's wide eyes, urging her to silence. Her girlfriend's biggest fan looked frightened, but resigned to her agreed upon fate. Yumi shot Asami a wan smile and nodded, tacitly agreeing not to spoil Korra's surprise for her.

“Come on Korra! It's your birthday! You don't want to sleep the whole day away, do you?” Asami asked resuming her gentle shaking. “I have a special surprise planned for you for breakfast.”

“Don' care... wanna sleep...” Korra said, rolling over.

Asami frowned, without Korra there to heal Yumi with water bending, she couldn't fulfill her promise to the girl she'd recruited as Korra's breakfast. Still... it was her lover's birthday, she'd have to get up eventually, and they didn't exactly have anything time-sensitive planned until the party that evening, so it wouldn't really harm anything to let her girlfriend wake up at her own pace.

“All right, you win Korra. I'll let you sleep in. Meet me and Yumi in the kitchen for breakfast when you're finally ready to get up okay?” Asami conceded.

“Mmhmm...” Came Korra's groan of agreement.

“Come on Yumi, lets head down to the kitchen to wait for her.” Asami offered. “You can leave your clothes here. You won't need them for breakfast.” She added with a mischievous grin.
Yumi nodded and followed Asami downstairs.




“So, do you want breakfast before you...?” Asami asked her girlfriend's future meal.

Yumi looked down nervously. “That's probably not a great idea,” The coffee-skinned girl replied, “And it's not like I'll be hungry for much longer, right?” She asked uncertainly. “I can take it.”

“Right,” Asami nodded. “That makes sense.” She paused, “Do you have any questions while we wait for Korra to get here?” Asami asked as she boiled some oatmeal for herself, and maybe Korra too, setting aside some salt and honey to add to her own portion when it was done.

“I... there's one question,” Yumi admitted. “I didn't want to ask it last night in case Korra got upset, but...”

“Korra's nipples?” Asami guessed remembering the way that the girl in front of her's eyes had widened when she saw them.

“And... lower... Yes,” Yumi nodded admitting to her curiosity but not wanting to say it plainly.

“You won't be the first piece of girlmeat cooked in this kitchen, Yumi,” Asami explained. “Korra found out a while back that girlmeat was my favorite food, and that I hadn't had any … basically since I met her.”

Yumi's eyes widened, her brain slowly putting the clues together.

“A few months ago, for my birthday, Korra surprised me with a very special breakfast, much like the one I'm planning to use you for,” Asami trailed off, licking her lips as she looked into the distance. “It was the most delicious meal I've ever tasted in my life.”

“What... what was it?” Yumi asked.

“It was Korra,” Asami admitted blushing. “She'd harvested her nipples, the lips of her pussy... even her ovaries and womb, just to make me a special breakfast that I'd never forget.”

Asami looked at Yumi. “You have no idea how much it meant to me, knowing that Korra gave up the possibility of having children, that she gave up her nipples and harvested part of her pussy, just to make me happy... That's why I'm snuffing you for her,” Asami smiled gently. “She banned me from giving her anything from me, but if she sees you, giving up everything, your whole life just for her breakfast, even though she doesn't love you the same way I love her, I'm hoping she gets a sense of what that breakfast meant to me.”

Yumi's heart raced as she realized how much this meant to the other girl. She wasn't just going to be a fleeting fancy of the idle rich; she was a heartfelt gift, an important part of their romantic history. She was joining her hero in becoming girl-meat, even if, unlike Korra, she wouldn't be surviving her own debut as Korra's breakfast.

“Thank you,” Yumi offered, her whole heart behind the statement. “It means a lot to me to realize... to be part of something like that.” It was actually... sort of romantic.

Asami cocked her head, “Not that I want to sound ungrateful, but... why did you agree to be Korra's breakfast?”

“I... I'm not... I'm not really sure.” Yumi admitted. “I... My whole life I've felt useless, weak. But, when I saw Korra bending in that arena... I just... I felt like if I could be like her, maybe, I could be strong, maybe... maybe I could like myself.... like I liked her.”

“You had a crush on her?” Asami asked, trying to understand.

“No. Yes? It was more than that. I wanted to... I wanted to be her as much as I wanted to be with her,” Yumi giggled slightly. “Last night meant so much to me... I guess... I'm getting to do both now, sort of?”

Yumi paused. “When you asked me to... If I wanted to... If I would do this for her, I was scared. I... I guess I still am?” Yumi asked uncertainly. “It's not that I want to die, but... When you asked me if I'd give up everything for Korra? It... I... She helped me through a dark place in my life, even if she doesn't know it. She gave me... everything I am now. I want to give it back to her.”

Yumi nodded. “The night together. The photographs. They're... important, but... secondary? I'm doing this because.... I guess it's like you said, I want to show Korra just how much she really means to me, to all her fans. Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly,” Asami agreed, her eyes sparkling with sympathy. “You know, it's still not too late to back out,” Asami admitted. “You could sign something that says you'll keep this secret, or... you could live with us as a maid, or a pet. We could even just do what Korra did, and make this breakfast non-fatal,” the ex-socialite offered.

“Thank you,” Yumi replied. “That means a lot to me, but... after hearing what Korra did for you? I couldn't do anything less. You're right, I don't mean as much to Korra as she does to you, so... I think... I think you were right. If I want this to really mean something to your girlfriend, I think you have to snuff me,” Yumi admitted.

“I can't say I'm disappointed,” Asami said, her smile bittersweet. “But, I am sort of surprised. I'm going to miss you Yumi. I'm sorry we won't have more time to get to know each other,” Asami's smile brightened, “You know, nothing says that this goodbye has to be purely a touching emotional release, right? If you want, we can do an entirely different sort of touching while we wait for Korra to come down?”

Yumi's eyes widened, surprised at Asami's offer, but not opposed to it. “That, that would be nice,” she smiled.

Asami walked behind Yumi's chair. “You know, Korra seemed to really enjoy watching me eat her... Would you like to hear what I have planned for you?” Asami asked as she reached down to massage Yumi's breasts.

“I...” Yumi wasn't certain. She could feel her privates warming up, but... did she really want to hear about how she'd be cooked and dismantled for her hero? Maybe... “Maybe just a little bit?”

Asami nodded, pinching and rolling Yumi's pinkish-brown nipples. “Well, these are getting fried. When Korra cooked hers for me, she hid her nipple-chips beneath the rest of the food. They were scrumptious, but I think that your nipples will be a bit too pretty to hide once I take them from you.”

Yumi felt her sex clenching in a potent mixture of arousal and fear as Asami explained how she'd harvest her. She could feel herself getting wet, almost wetter than she'd been last night when she was licking and sucking every little fold that had been left in her idol's peach after her own encounter with breakfast...

“Your breasts won't be going to waste either. I think I'm going to use one of them to grease the frying pan...” Asami admitted. “Maybe both of them, to let your own unique flavor come through for Korra.”

“If.... If you think that's best...” Yumi agreed, panting heavily as Asami abandoned her breasts with a final flick of her nipples and reached lower, towards the top of the naked fan's pubic mound.

“I do,” Asami assured her. “Korra made me a delicious Korra womb hash for my birthday, cutting out and shredding her womb own for me...” Asami reminisced, and Yumi could almost picture it happening. Asami's tone was practically dripping with arousal and satisfaction just from the memory of the dish. Yumi wondered what it tasted like; what her idol tasted like. Would she taste just as good?

“Korra's not a huge fan of potatoes, but I have a plan for your womb that I think she'll like just as much as I did hers, maybe even better.” Asami's eyes flicked to the still cooking oatmeal on the stove, though, standing behind Yumi, the almost mocha-colored girl obviously couldn't see it.

Yumi was tempted to reach for her own flower, but she couldn't bring herself to, she was helpless before Asami's gently domineering presence, waiting for her to acknowledge Yumi's own pleasure like she had promised.

“I'll be taking your ovaries too, Korra had hers poached, but I think I'll do something different with at least one of them,” Asami explained, tracing small circles on Yumi's skin over where she thought the little pearls were hidden. “Don't worry, Korra will be using water bending to heal you up so that you can survive that. You'll get to see what she thinks of you once she starts eating,” Asami encouraged, remembering the last of the younger girl's conditions for becoming breakfast.

“Then... If that's all what she did for you... how am I... how are you planning to snuff me?” Yumi asked, her body trembling beneath Asami's gentle ministrations.

“Well, Korra did make one more dish for me... You asked about it earlier... why her privates look the way they do?”

Yumi's heart raced as she realized just what Asami might be proposing.

“Her pussy...”

“She made it into bacon,” Asami agreed. “Well, part of it anyway. It was delicious.”

“And you want to harvest mine?” Yumi asked, her voice trembling uncertainly.

Asami reached down, stroking the soaked petals of Yumi's sex. “All of it,” Asami agreed. “The taste of Korra's lower lips left me wanting more. With you? I want Korra satisfied.”

Yumi panted as Asami played her fingers across the very piece of Yumi she was planning to cook. Her breath hitched as the pale-skinned girl drew tiny moans out of her temporary toy.

“So?” Asami whispered into Yumi's ear, “Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

“Yessss,” Yumi hissed out, slurring her S's as Asami's ministrations got to her.

“I'm glad,” Asami stated. “I need to take the oatmeal off the fire. Wouldn't want for it to get burned and ruin Korra's breakfast, would we?”

“No,” Yumi admitted, not sure how the oatmeal would fit in, but certain that however it was, she'd be a part of it. “No, we wouldn't,” Yumi agreed, feeling more than a bit tormented as Asami abandoned her pleasure to the seemingly mundane task.




Korra rolled out of bed naked, having not had the strength to put on her pajamas last night after her exertions. Things were a bit blurry, but she certainly felt both freshly fucked and satiated. It would come to her as she woke up. Dimly, she remembered Asami trying to wake her up earlier. Something about breakfast?

Still completely naked, Korra made her way down to the kitchen.

Idly, Korra stroked her bare breasts, feeling the smooth unbroken skin where her chocolate-brown nipples used to rest. It had been several months since Korra had sacrificed her body to feed Asami's hunger, but she still hadn't gotten completely used to how she looked now. Her nubs were gone, vanished without a trace leaving her bosom as undefined as the Avatar action figures that she'd seen being made when she'd fallen through that toy factory during one of her fights a month or two ago.

The thought of her missing nipples inevitably reminded her of her other visible sacrifice. Korra stroked her pussy, now a flat gap between her thighs differentiated by a small slit. Her thick inner labia, which used to poke out and clearly mark her privates were gone now, and a brief glance might convince an observer that Korra was equally ill-defined below as she was on top, at least until the person watching got a closer look.

Korra stumbled down the stairs, the exercise doing what Asami could not in waking her up, and by the time she got to the kitchen she was almost fully awake.

Korra blinked as she took in the sight of Asami tending the stove in her light blue puppy apron, her bare bottom on display as she carefully removed the pot that she liked to use for oatmeal from the flames. Asami never cooked naked, she was always dressed first thing in the morning, even if it was just in her 'lounging around' clothes. The other large surprise was the presence of the girl Asami had asked to join them last night, sitting at the table, equally naked, her hair done in the style Korra had had when she and Asami had first met, and her face framed by a large pair of round black glasses.

Korra wasn't sure what was going on. Why was the other girl still here? Had Asami hired her as a maid? She trusted that her girlfriend knew what she was doing, and Asami had asked her to let her handle it, but... was it normal to have your threesome partner naked in your kitchen the next morning? Naked and aroused? Korra mentally revised as she noted the other girl's rock hard nipples and the glistening sheen across her cunt.

“Ah! You're finally up!” Asami smiled turning from her work to face her. “Happy Birthday! I was sort of worried that you'd sleep the whole day away. Are you ready for breakfast?”

“Yeah,” Korra agreed blinking. “Asami, what's um... Yumi? Doing here?” Korra asked, taking a moment to remember the other girl's name.

“Oh sweetie,” Asami smiled. “She's your breakfast.”

Korra's eyes widened as she suddenly shot fully awake. “What!? And she's okay with this?”

“Of course!” Asami cheerfully replied. “Remember how I told you I'd handle everything when you asked me how I was sure that our activities last night wouldn't be causing a scandal? And how I was sure I could keep it from being awkward if you two saw each other again? This was the plan the whole time.”

“Is... is that true?” Korra asked her fan, just to make sure.

“It- it is. Asami asked me to be your breakfast for your birthday,” Yumi replied, her eyes looking down as she blushed. “The threesome last night, that was... something else.”

“You told me you didn't want any part of me becoming girl-meat just to feed you, so, I found another girl to do it for me,” Asami explained.

“I...” Korra turned to the girl Asami had picked for her breakfast, the girl that just last night had licked her to an unbelievably powerful orgasm. “You don't have to do this you know,” Korra offered. She still remembered the final kiss that she and Asami had shared that breakfast, the incredible taste of the remnants of her popped ovary lingering on her lover's lips. Using her biggest fan for this breakfast that Asami was proposing? Spirits! She wanted it! But, she couldn't ask someone else to do this for her...

“I...” Yumi looked up from the ground, staring at Korra through her own coke bottle frames. She could see that Korra wanted her, that she was holding herself back from accepting for her sake. Yumi didn't want that, she wanted Korra to enjoy her, to fully enjoy her... “I do,” Yumi replied. “I want to. I want you to eat me...” Yumi continued, and she did! Not because she wanted to be eaten, but because she wanted to make Korra, the girl who had given so much to her without even knowing it, happy. “Please?”

Korra smiled uncertainly, she wanted this, but... “You'll survive, right? I survived, so you will too right?”

Yumi shook her head, smiling softly. “No. I'm, I'm going to be snuffed. That was part of the deal. My body, everything I have. It's yours. Please... I'm happy this way, so, I hope you enjoy me.”

“If, if you're sure?” Korra asked.

“I am,” Yumi admitted, telling the truth. “But, if you want, you can heal me up until we get to the end,” Yumi suggested. “I- I'd like to be able to watch you enjoy me...” Yumi offered.

“I think, that would be the least I can do for my biggest fan,” Korra agreed, smiling as tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes.

Asami grinned. She'd hoped that Korra would accept her present, accept the idea of her snuffing her biggest fan, but that was always the biggest question behind this gift. She'd been prepared with other options just in case: letting the girl free after providing the same meal for Korra that she'd provided for Asami, for instance; but she'd hoped that her girlfriend would accept the entire gift, if only so that she could appreciate the full experience that Asami had planned for her.

“Well then,” Asami interrupted, wanting to get things started, “would you prefer me to harvest your biggest fan or, as the most experienced harvester of girl-meat here, would you like to do it yourself?”

Korra blinked, looking from her naked soon-to-be breakfast to Asami's wicked teasing grin and back again.

“I-” Korra started, sitting down. “Can I watch you do it? It's... I think it might be kind of hot, and I... want to keep my hands free,” Korra admitted blushing.

Asami smiled devilishly as Yumi blushed in turn. “Feel free to indulge yourself if you want. I'm sure Yumi won't mind, will you Yumi?”

“No!” Yumi agreed, her cheeks almost crimson at the thought. “I'd- You should- Please feel free!” She managed to stammer out.

Asami approached the table with a stained glass cutting board and a couple of utensils. “Are you ready to become breakfast?” She asked Korra's lookalike as she lifted her soft breasts onto the board one after the other.

“For Korra?” Yumi's expression was a mask of determination. “Of course.”

Korra watched as Asami pulled tightly on one of the other girl's nipples, stretching it out obscenely before chopping it off completely with a single slice of the knife. The Avatar watched entranced as the her breakfast flinched, her breast practically snapping back in place with a thin trail of blood snaking down from where her nipple used to be. Before Korra could even blink, Asami had sliced off the other one, leaving Yumi's tits to match.

Yumi whimpered gently as Asami seized her prizes, taking them to the counter next to the stove. Before Korra knew it, Asami had filled a bowl with water and brought it over to Korra's side. “If you could heal her? I know it's not necessary yet, but I have some more plans for those breasts of hers.”

Korra's eyes widened in surprise, What did Asami have planned that would require the girls breasts to be healed? Still, it wasn't actually all that much effort to heal the nipple wounds, and she'd certainly had practice, she noted sneaking a peek at her own featureless tits. With a wave of her hand Korra infused the water with healing energy and sent it towards her biggest fan's relatively small breasts, healing them completely.

“Thanks!” Asami smiled, reaching down to fondle her ingredients. “I'll come back for these later,” She assured the clearly staggered girl she'd recruited for Korra's culinary pleasure. “But first...” Asami twisted away towards the stove picking up two forks and turning back to set them on the plate in front of Yumi. “First, you have something else I want to take from you,” Asami explained, pulling Yumi's chair out from the table and tracing a line across the top of her bare pubic mound.

“Of- Of course,” Yumi agreed, her knees trembling.

Asami picked up a knife, the same knife she'd used to harvest Yumi's nipples, and slowly sliced a deep cut into the trembling girl's pelvis, right over where her pubic hair would be, if Asami hadn't told her to get rid of it before coming over. The wound leaked, and it looked like the mere existence of the cut had sapped much of Yumi's strength.

Carefully, Asami reached into the opening she'd cut in Yumi's flesh. The other girl's warmth completely enveloped her hand as she searched for Yumi's womb. Korra's fan shuddered as she felt Asami's questing fingers quest around inside her until finally, the pale-skinned girl seized hold of her goal.

Yumi gasped, unable to hold her surprise in as Asami gently tugged the center of her reproductive system out through the hole she'd sliced to get at it. The coffee-skinned girl looked down, shocked as Asami unfolded her womb for Korra to admire. It was smaller than she would have thought, barely larger than her own small fist; and her ovaries, which Asami gently tugged free were each about the size of the tip of her thumb.

“Tadah!” Asami proclaimed to Korra, gesturing to where she had lain Yumi's womb, resting gently against her skin. “What do you think, Yumi?” Asami asked the girl she was about to harvest. “Do you look good enough to eat?”

Yumi wasn't sure. Seeing them like this, her ovaries and womb looked... almost cute, but she didn't think they looked particularly appetizing. But... this wasn't for her breakfast, it was for her idol's, and Asami had asked the question clearly expecting a very specific answer.

“Scrumptious,” Yumi replied with an almost bittersweet smile.

“Excellent!” Asami replied, happy that everything seemed to be going well so far. She turned to her girlfriend's lookalike and offered her the knife. “Do you want to do the honors? Korra harvested herself for me,” Asami offered, not sure whether she was asking for Korra's sake or her own.

Yumi frowned cutely. She hadn't expected this. The idea of harvesting herself for... But... If Korra did it... Could she really do any less?

“Thank you,” Yumi agreed, taking the knife carefully from Asami's outstretched hand.

Gently, Yumi reached down and picked up one of her ovaries, tugging it up until the fallopian tube connecting it to her womb went taut, sending a needle of pain straight through her worse than any cramp she'd had before. With her prize stretched as far as it could go without tearing, Yumi gently sliced through the outstretched tube, the keen blade of the knife easily cutting through her without any resistance, freeing the treasure in her fingers with out any fanfare.

As she set one of the organs containing her reproductive future on the plate in front of her she could see Korra eyeing it with hunger; eyeing her with hunger.

Yumi shivered.

Still, she had a job to finish. In a trio of brisk motions, her remaining pearl was stretched and separated from her womb and gently placed on the plate in front of her with its twin.

Yumi looked down at her womb. It was useless now. Without her ovaries to provide the eggs, she'd never have children. Not that she was going to survive long enough for that to be an issue, but... Seeing it like that, the idea struck her like an arrow. Her womb was useless now. She was useless.

Well, no. Not useless. She may not be useful as a woman, but she certainly had another use she could be put to... Yumi reached down and squeezed her womb, gasping in pain as the sensation hit her. She could be meat.

Yumi pulled her womb out as far as she could, gritting her teeth to bear the pain, then, when she could endure it no longer, she sliced her knife through the base of her womb, as close to her cervix as she could manage, carving it free with a warm squish.

Asami gently pried the generative organ from her grip as Yumi panted in shock from the pain. Yumi must have blacked out because the next thing she knew she was healed, only a faint scar and the lingering dampness of the water Korra had used to heal her left behind as signs of what she'd just accomplished.

“You did wonderfully, Yumi,” Asami assured the darker-skinned girl with a smile. Yumi could see her womb, laying on the plate next to her ovaries like... like the piece of meat it had become. Idly, she wondered what Asami had planned for it.

“What- What next?” Yumi asked, panting with exertion despite being almost completely healed by Korra's waterbending. She felt... strangely empty, as if she could somehow feel her missing womb like a phantom limb.

“Next?” Asami asked. “Well, I did mention I had plans for those lovely tits of yours, didn't I?”

Yumi blinked, her eyes widening as she looked down as the smooth curves of her bosom, unblemished by any sign of the nipples that Asami had removed earlier.

“My tits?” Yumi asked, looking at Korra's girlfriend uncertainly.

“We need something to grease the pan for later, don't we?” Asami asked to reassure her. “Don't worry, I'll be quick, and Korra can heal you right up afterwards, right?”

Korra nodded, a mixture of sympathy, determination, and hunger written plainly across her face. As she stared at her idol, Yumi wasn't sure whether the hunger was sexual, or something else.

“Alright,” Yumi agreed. “Do you need me to hold them or...” she finished uncertainly.

“Just place them on the plate while I get a bigger knife, make sure you're not squishing the ovaries, okay?” Asami instructed.

Yumi nodded, not that Asami could see, having turned away to acquire the tools she needed from the kitchen counter. Gently, the brown-skinned girl pushed the pearls of her reproductive system to the far end of the plate and placed her breasts on the remaining space. She could feel her own womb squishing warmly beneath them. She hoped it wouldn't be damaged. If Asami planned to lop off her breasts here, it might get cut in the process. Or maybe... was that the other girl's plan all along? Yumi wondered just what Asami had planned for her. Whatever it was, if she was going to be eaten anyway, she hoped she turned out deliciously for Korra...

When Asami returned she was holding the longest steak knife that Yumi had ever seen. Serrated for carving through meat, it was as long as a bread knife! Capable of slicing off bloth of Yumi's prefectly smooth tits in one blow! Which... was probably the plan, Yumi realized as Asami slipped the knife underneath her breasts with the blade digging slightly into the base of her breasts.

“If you could press those lovely tits of yours down onto the plate that would be perfect,” Asami requested. “Careful though, make sure your arms aren't in the way of the knife, I don't want to hurt you.”

Yumi almost laughed at the thought. They had both planned for her to not survive this meal, it seemed a bit strange to care if she got hurt or not; but... Yumi understood why Asami said it. She didn't want to hurt her yet. There was no point in injuring her arms and causing her any unnecessary pain, this wasn't about that. When Yumi died, neither of them wanted it to be by accident, Yumi was going to die for Korra, and until then, it was best to stay as safe as possible.

Without any warning, Asami began to saw through Yumi's perfectly smooth tits, back and forth, back and forth as she carved her way through the other girl's fatty flesh. Yumi winced, gasping in surprise, but she gritted her teeth, closing her eyes to steel herself as the single, long blade sliced its way through both her breasts at the same exact time.

Korra stared, unable to look away as her girlfriend methodically debreasted her biggest fan. Korra remembered playing with those same breasts the night before, watching the way they jiggled and swayed as she pounded their owner's crotch with Asami's favorite strap-on. They were mesmerizing. And now, Asami was destroying them, just for her.

The thought sent a tingling fire through her already damp privates. Korra wondered how the other girl felt, having Asami destroy her assets like this. Was she enjoying it? Watching the long knife quickly rising through her tits? Korra hoped she was, she knew she would be in her place...

Yumi gasped as the blade sawed completely through her tits, sending them rolling onto the plate beneath them. She felt... Light. Her vision was getting hazy. Out of the corner of her eye, Yumi could see a mass of glowing water headed towards her chest, but it was.... it was hard staying awake.

The next thing Yumi knew, she could feel a cool stream of water running down her chin. Asami was holding a cup to her lips, slowly pouring water into her mouth.

“Are you okay there?” Asami asked. “You blacked out for a few seconds.”

Yumi blinked. Had she? She didn't... She looked down at the plate, seeing her perfectly smooth breasts piled next to her ovaries and nipples atop her harvested womb. She'd blacked out. Tentatively, Yumi reached for her chest where her breasts used to be. She hesitated for a second but pressed onward. Smooth skin. She looked down. Her chest was perfectly smooth. No scars, no nipples, no signs at all that the mounds on the plate had ever belonged to her. It was... amazing. Strange, but amazing.

Asami looked at her with concern, “Yumi? Are you okay?”

Yumi looked up startled. “What? Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just. I'm a bit... tired, I guess?”

Korra nodded. “That makes sense. Healing takes a lot out of you, even when you're not letting yourself be harvested.”

“Just, sit back for now,” Asami instructed. “We don't need any more from you yet.”

Yumi nodded, realizing just what that meant. If Asami was done for now, then the next thing she'd need was... Yumi looked down at her pussy. It was moist, but not anywhere near as dripping wet as it was last night during her menage a trois with Korra and Asami last night. It made sense. She wasn't doing this for her, this wasn't her fetish. She was doing this for Korra.

Asami had bustled over to the stove with her 'ingredients.' Yumi's heart raced slightly as she realized that really, that term applied to her whole body now, didn't it? The Dark skinned girl watched carefully as Korra's lover scooped out a portion of her tits with a wooden spoon, adding some of Yumi's tit fat to a variety of pots and pans, including a small dollop to the pot of oatmeal that Asami had set aside.

With her breasts partially scooped, Asami set them aside and dropped a slice of bread into their toaster before focusing on the rest of the plate. Yumi watched as Asami placed her nipples carefully into the frying pan that she'd just greased with Yumi's breast fat, and then shortly thereafter added a dash of vinegar to a small already simmering pot of water before picking up one of Yumi's freshly plucked ovaries and doing something to it that Yumi couldn't quite make out before tipping it gently into the pot.

Korra watched as her girlfriend worked, recognizing some of the recipes she herself had followed in making Asami her birthday surprise. Poached ovaries, fried nipples... and... Korra leaned in as she saw her lover pick up a pair of forks and stab them into Yumi's womb right next to each other.

Yumi's eyes widened as she took in what Korra's gorgeous girlfriend was doing to her womb. She was tearing it up, shredding it with the forks by stabbing them in and then quickly pulling them apart from each other until the only thing left of her once pristine womb was a messy pile of thin ragged strips. Korra's biggest fan watched enthralled as Asami picked up the pile of shredded Yumi womb she'd just created and casually dumped the collection of meat into the pot filled with the still piping hot oatmeal; gently stirring the meat in to that it could cook and steep the oats in Yumi's own unique flavor.

With a loud ring, the egg time that Yumi hadn't noticed Asami setting went off; causing the gorgeous ex-socialite to scoop out Yumi's now lightly poached ovary from its pot.

No sooner had Asami set the poached delicacy on the plate than the slice of bread she'd placed sprang out of the toaster, a perfect light golden-brown. Asami added it to the plate. Then, she pulled out a pair of bowls and set them on the plate as well, along with spoons before carrying the whole collection over to the table.

“Just one more second...” Asami assured her girlfriend, seeing the impatient look in Korra's eyes as she headed back to the stove and picked up the pot full of oatmeal and carried it back to the table before setting it on a cast iron trivet she'd placed on the table earlier.

“So,” Asami asked grinning mischievously, “Are you hungry yet?”

“Starving,” Korra asserted. “This all smells so delicious! What's on the menu?”

Yumi's heart skipped a beat as she hear Korra praise how she smelled. She'd been ignoring it before, but the tantalizing scent in the air... was her. She really did smell delicious, didn't she?

“Well, since Yumi wanted to watch you enjoying her before I snuffed her, this is just the first course,” Asami explained. “But... as far as first courses go it should be pretty satisfying. You remember the poached ovaries I enjoyed so much last time? Well, I poached one of Yumi's for you.”

“And the other?” Korra asked curiously.

Asami smiled and picked up the piece of toast. “You can use it as a spread for this,” she paused. “It really should bring out the flavor.”

“And in the pot?” Korra asked, still curious.

“Why don't I get that for you right now...” Asami offered, uncovering the pot.

Yumi's eyes widened as a fragrant cloud of steam wafted towards her from the oatmeal. She smelled... wonderful!

Asami grinned as she noticed Yumi's reaction. It was nice to see the other girl appreciating what her sacrifice had created, but Yumi wasn't the focus of these proceedings. Carefully, Asami scooped out a generous portion of Yumi flavored oatmeal, making sure to include plenty of the delectable-smelling meat in the process before handing the bowl off to her girlfriend. “Please, dig in. You don't want to disappoint our guest, do you?” Asami asked.

Korra dug in ravenously, eagerly devouring both the oatmeal, and her portion of Yumi's shredded womb in under a minute.

“Mmmm.... that was amazing!” Korra proclaimed, warming Yumi's heart as she realized just how much her idol was enjoying her. “Thank you so much for this, Yumi! You taste incredible!” the Avatar finished with a broad smile.

“Thank you...” Yumi offered, blushing embarrassedly as the most important woman in her world praised her ability as her breakfast. “I'm glad you enjoy it,” Yumi paused, blushing even harder, “I mean... Me...”

Korra smiled back. “Can I have seconds?” she asked, offering Asami her bowl.

“Just wait a minute. I haven't even had firsts yet,” Asami replied indulgently. “Why don't you try some of the other stuff I made for you while you wait? You don't want your toast to get cold, do you?”

Korra's eyes widened, startled. In her delight at the taste of the incredible oatmeal Yumi had flavored, she'd forgotten all about the other dishes that Asami had prepared for her breakfast. Leaving her bowl next to Asami, Korra turned her attention back to her plate, taking her girlfriend's suggestion and picking up her toast and the untouched ovary that Yumi had so graciously donated for her pleasure.

Yumi couldn't help but watch as Korra set the almost untouched pearl of her reproductive system atop her toast and then eagerly punctured it with a knife, letting Yumi's entire reproductive future ooze out onto the lightly toasted bread beneath it.

“Thank you, Yumi,” Korra said, looking up and catching her biggest fan's gaze as she bit down into her treat. “You're absolutely delicious, and I'm really glad you're letting me have you,” the Avatar finished with a smile.

Yumi's heart skipped a beat. Korra was smiling at her! She was... she was enjoying her. This... this wasn't how Yumi had imagined catching Korra's eye, but... a part of her was happy. Even though her body was being destroyed; even though Asami had stripped her of any purpose as a woman; Yumi was glad that she could make Korra happy like this.

“Mmmmm...” Korra moaned in enjoyment around her Yumi-flavored toast. The savory flavor lingered on her lips and for a moment, Korra pondered giving Yumi her other ovary so that she could realize just how incredible she tasted now as Korra's breakfast. Korra winced as she realized that she didn't want to give up the other delicacy Asami had made for her. She felt selfish, here this girl was giving up everything just so that she could enjoy her morning meal and she wasn't willing to sacrifice a treat? Korra's mind recalled the incredible taste of her own destroyed ovary on Asami's lips all those months ago. No, she wasn't giving up that treat, but maybe...

Korra practically kissed her toast, messily spreading the juice of Yumi's pearl across her eager lips. It was a struggle not to lick them clean of her delectable fan's unique flavor, but Korra managed, getting up from her seat and moving over to the practically supine form of the girl who was giving up so much for Korra as she slumped weakly in her seat.

Yumi's eyes widened as Korra bent down and kissed her, smearing both their lips with the juices of Yumi's pearl. Yumi deepened the kiss, her tongue probing Korra's own as her vision tunnels to just this moment. She could taste herself in Korra's mouth, lingering on the other girl's breath and dripping from her lips. She tasted incredible! If this was how her ovaries had turned out, Yumi knew why Asami was so adamant in recruiting her to Korra's breakfast.

Korra reached down, her fingers seeking Yumi's privates to give the other girl an extra jolt of pleasure. Yumi had to be practically soaking by now, right? Korra knew she was by the time she'd finished harvesting her own womb for Asami's enjoyment.

Yumi jumped as she felt her crush's fingers probing at the outside of her cunt. Or... since she'd already given it away when she agreed to this, did that make it Korra's cunt now instead? Yumi shivered as the other girl's fingers played across her lower lips before probing their way inside her final treasure.

Korra broke the kiss. “You're not wet?” she asked confused.

Yumi cringed, embarrassed. “I'm sorry.”

“No,” Korra reassured her. “Don't be. Are you... not enjoying this?” Korra asked, clearly hoping the answer was no, that she really was enjoying giving herself to her crush this way.

“No, I'm... I'm sorry,” Yumi admitted. “But this isn't for me. I got what I wanted last night, today is for you, Korra.”

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Korra frowned. That wasn't right. In Yumi's place Korra would be completely soaked and at her girlfriend's mercy. The reality of dying at the end bothered her a bit, but honestly, apart from that? The thought of Asami destroying her, of snuffing her for her own pleasure? It was one of the hottest things that Korra could imagine. Even harvesting herself all those months ago had almost failed when she had to stop a couple of times to relieve herself sexually before she could continue. But... Yumi wasn't enjoying this?

“We could let you go,” Korra offered. “I don't want to hurt you if you don't want me to,” Korra admitted.

“I do want you to!” Yumi reassured her. “Just... not sexually. Watching how much you're enjoying my sacrifice... It makes me so happy,” Yumi admitted.

“If you're sure?” Korra asked. “I can go down on you, if you want. Just to- Just to make up for it, I mean,” Korra asked.

“No,” Yumi replied firmly. “It would.... That would take too long,” her fan reasoned, “and I don't want the food Asami made you to get cold,” she finished with a sad smile.

“I'm, I'm sorry you're not enjoying this,” Korra replied, “But I'll always remember you fondly!”

“That's all I've ever wanted,” Yumi reassured her. “Please, enjoy me. From our kiss I can tell I taste incredible.”

Korra nodded, heading back to her chair, “I will.”

Asami leaned in as Korra sat down and whispered something into the other girl's ear that changed her reluctant expression into a happy grin. “I will make it up to you,” Korra declared boldly. “I promise.”

"You don't have to-" Yumi protested as her idol picked up her fork.

Korra smiled back warmly, "I want to."

Yumi's eyes widened as she watched Korra spear her remaining ovary with her fork, puncturing it. The gooey yolk within oozed out onto the plate, drizzling from the useless delicacy as Korra popped it in her mouth clearly relishing Yumi's unique and incredible taste.

"Mmmm! You are the best thing I've ever tasted, Yumi!" Korra couldn't restrain herself from adding as she savored Yumi's reproductive treasure, using the already soaked slice of bread they'd shared to mop up the yolk she'd just spilled.

Yumi watched in awe; fascinated as Korra demolished her former reproductive system with nothing more than a fork, a spoon, and her gorgeous white teeth. It warmed her heart to see the girl she'd modeled not just her look, but her entire life around enjoying her so artlessly.

Korra finished off her first course with gusto, the same way her own girlfriend had all those months ago; leaving her newly emptied plate almost pristine, save for the remnants of grease, Yumi's juices, and some bits of overlooked oatmeal.

"That was great! What's next?" Korra asked eagerly.

"Well..." Asami began, "why don't you fulfill your promise to Yumi while I get her tits started?"

Korra smiled wickedly at the prompting and got up from her seat, leaving her plate behind as her girlfriend began to brush cooking oil onto the outside of Yumi's completely smooth, partially scooped out breasts.

"You were delicious, Yumi," Korra explained as she pulled her bespectacled doppleganger's chair out and turned both it and Yumi to the side. "Let me show you how much I appreciate what you've done for me," Korra finished getting to her knees in front of her biggest fan and spreading the half-harvested girl's legs as Asami slipped Yumi's completely smooth tits into the oven on a metal tray.

Yumi's heart was racing. She watched, shocked as her idol knelt between her legs, smiling up at her. Last night had been a dream come true, but, desperate to engrave herself into her hero's heart she'd poured everything she could into pleasing her. She'd been doing all the licking, Korra's tongue never touching her own treasured places.

So deeply wrapped up in thought was the half-harvested girl, that she didn't even notice Korra's deft fingers spreading her lower lips until the touch of Korra's tongue licking the entrance to her sex jolted her back to reality!

“Ah!” Yumi gasped as Korra licked her snatch from top to bottom and back again, the Avatar's tongue swirling gently around her clit.

The knowledge that she was becoming food may not have been turning Yumi on, but it was doing nothing to stop her excitement at the feeling of her crush's lips on her privates!

Last night had been magical, a fairy tale dream come true, an opportunity to serve a 'princess' and her girlfriend, to take part in their love! But Yumi had always been a side show, a toy that Asami had brought in for Korra's pleasure, another girl for them to play with and then dispose of (not that Korra had known that at the time, of course). This... This was different. This was about her. Korra was thanking her! Pleasing her!

It was hard, clawing past the fear, the knowledge that this would probably be the last orgasm of her life wasn't helping either... but... despite herself, Yumi was slowly getting into it as Korra played her body expertly, making her more and more aroused by the minute.

Asami grinned as she watched Korra play with her food. Yumi's breasts were coming along nicely, the excess fat practically frying them from the inside out even as they baked in the oven. Absently, she sampled the bowl of Yumi-flavored oatmeal that she'd managed to protect from her girlfriend's voracious appetite. Korra's biggest fan was delicious. But... despite the sight of her writhing erotically before her eyes under Korra's careful ministrations; despite the fact that she was sacrificing more, the fact that Asami knew that Yumi wouldn't survive this... Yumi's meat was... lacking. She didn't taste the same. No, she didn't taste as good as her girlfriend had! Asami found herself wanting... more.

Korra grinned as her she felt her biggest fan's hips begin to buck against her own eager lips and tongue. Yumi was enjoying herself. Korra could taste it. The Avatar's smile widened. That was good, Yumi was giving up everything for her, children, her womanhood, even her life! All just to please her! Korra had to show the other girl just how much she appreciated her sacrifice!

Yumi was... she was close now. The feel of Korra eating her out; the fact that it was Korra, the girl she'd had a crush on for years! It was all coming together, overcoming her fear and doubt and allowing her to surrender to the pleasure that her heroine was bringing her. Yumi smiled. Korra was breathtaking! The sight of her kneeling in front of her; her blue eyes sparkling as they gazed up into her own, her lips glistening with Yumi's own juices... it was magnificent! She could feel the familiar heat building in her sex, and her clenched her fists hard around the back of the chair, to keep herself from rushing Korra to her goal...

Korra doubled down as she heard Yumi's breath devolve into panting gasps and moans. She was close! Korra could feel it! Korra knew that prior to last night, Yumi had been a virgin. When Yumi had explained how she wasn't enjoying being harvested like Korra would have in her place, and how she didn't want Korra to let her food get cold just to make it up to her; Asami had whispered that Korra could always finish her food first before playing with the ingredients. The thought that she could give Yumi one last orgasm, the best orgasm of her life if Korra had anything to say about it, before they harvested her for the rest of Korrra's breakfast, had cheered the Avatar up immensely.

And now... Korra could feel the other girl quivering beneath her, desperately holding back, clawing against the inevitable to savor their time together. The Avatar plunged her tongue into the depths of Yumi's quivering snatch, recognizing the distinct flavor that Yumi had lent to her breakfast as it under-girded the taste of the other girl's arousal. In less than an hour, this would be on her plate, the final course of Korra's breakfast. It's owner snuffed in order to provide it. Korra felt her own sex quivering at the idea, wondering how it would feel if it were her in Yumi's place. Korra's tongue flicked in and out of Yumi like lightning, squirming like an eel inside her tender folds. It would be amazing, Korra decided. But, something like that wasn't something she'd survive, so even as appealing as the thought was as a fantasy, it wasn't exactly high on her list of kinks she needed fulfilled.

Yumi could barely control her hips as she thrashed intensely under Korra's practiced tongue. She could feel the Avatar nibbling gently at her folds, her teeth pinching softly on Yumi's clit, and even though it reminded her of what she was about to become, of the snuffing that awaited her minutes away, Yumi couldn't withstand it. She came like an avalanche! The feelings flowing through her, pounding her from head to toe with unending pleasure as Korra continued licking her even through her final and most powerful climax ever. Time stretched on and on, her vision narrowing until, for an eternal instant it was just the two of them, her and her hero, alone, forever.

She gasped. The moment ended leaving her exhausted, boneless in the chair, and Korra getting up from her knees, her lips still wet with Yumi's arousal.

“Thank yo-” They stopped, realizing they had both started speaking at once in a strange moment of synchronicity.

“Thank you, Korra. You'll never know what this means to me...” Yumi smiled up tiredly at her crush.

“No. Thank you, Yumi!” Korra replied. “You're a meal I'll remember till the day I die.”

Korra paused, considering for a second.

“And maybe even beyond,” She finished, acknowledging that as the Avatar, her spirit would live on, her memories accessible to her successor, should they choose to consult her.

Yumi smiled back. “Thank you,” she pulled herself up again onto the chair. “What next?”

The oven dinged, and Asami, who had been leaning against it as she ate her oatmeal and watching like a voyeur, turned to open it.

The delicious baked and sizzling smell of Yumi's tits wafted through the air, filling the kitchen. Korra licked her lips hungrily as Asami picked up a cheese grater and began to grate cheese into the sputtering pair of now golden brown skins that used to be Yumi's tits, occasionally sprinkling in some bits of Yumi's shredded womb that the ex-socialite had saved for this very moment. The cheese popped and oozed as it began to melt, coating the sides of the severed breasts in their delectable flavor as they slowly engulfed and devoured the bits of Yumi's womb Asami had added for extra flavor.

Then, with her mission done, Asami slid the tray back into the oven and closed it up to finish cooking.

“Next?” Asami asked grinning. Well, there's only one part left of you to harvest, isn't there?” Asami asked, picking out a filleting knife and handing it to her girlfriend. “I assume you want Korra to do the honors?”

Yumi blushed and looked off to the side, embarrassed. “Yes,” she mumbled, aware that this would be the end of the line for her and wanting her hero to do it. Even if Yumi herself was getting no enjoyment from the act of being snuffed, it would still be something she could share with the girl she idolized.

“Don't worry,” Korra reassured her as she bent down to focus on her prize, “I'll make it as quick as I can.”

“No,” Yumi stopped her. “I- I mean... Thank you,” Yumi finished, not knowing what to say.

“No, thank you,” Korra replied, bringing her knife to bear.

Yumi gasped, unable to wriggle out of the way with Korra's free hand keeping her leg in place as the Avatar began to carve out her prize. The younger girl whimpered as she felt the knife slice through her, severing muscles, nerves and tendons as Korra harvested the last piece of her body needed to complete her breakfast.

It was painful, but the knife was sharp, and Korra's hands were firm; so it didn't hurt anywhere near as much as Yumi had expected it to. Korra's doppelganger tried to enjoy it, tried to lose herself in the connection between her and her idol, but she couldn't. The feel of the knife as it sliced through her sensitive flesh was just too distracting.

Korra grinned a bit as Yumi quivered beneath her fingers. She knew the other girl wasn't actually enjoying this, but she still wanted Korra to snuff her anyway, so it wasn't that hard for Korra to pretend that the other girl's little pants and moans as she tried to restrain herself from crying out were ones of pleasure instead of pain. Looking at the other girl's skin it was easy to imagine that it was actually her under the knife, having her own treasure harvested for Asami's next meal. The thought wasn't at all unattractive.

Korra's own cunt tingled as she circled the knife around Yumi's slit, cutting just below the bottom of the other girl's slit. She could feel the phantom sensation of the knife slicing through her own privates, harvesting her sex... snuffing her. She could feel herself getting wetter just imagining it.

Asami watched as Korra finished carving a large oval around Yumi's cunt. She could see the girl she'd recruited several days ago squirming under Korra's deft, if somewhat distracted ministrations. She'd probably be able to survive if they stopped now, if Korra healed her anyway. There'd be some damage, but she'd live. Asami stared as Korra curved the blade beneath the surface to slice Yumi's pussy free from her body, fully rendering it the piece of meat it was destined to become. Yumi was panting heavily, tears streaming wordlessly down her face as she desperately tried to endure for her heroine, wanting desperately not to ruin the experience for her idol. Korra's face was flushed, her eyes lost in an expression that Asami recognized instantly as an erotic daydream, but clearly focused on her work. In a matter of moments she had cut her prize free of its former owner.

The oven timer rang. It was time to take out the stuffed breasts.

Yumi gaped, panting as she felt her life spilling out of her from between her thighs. She could ask Korra to heal her, to prolong her life, but... there was no point. She was ruined. Useless as a woman, no longer able to walk, and even if she were healed she probably wouldn't survive the damage that had been done to her. Too much had been taken from her for that to happen. Instead, Yumi watched, her eyes wide as Korra placed her tender filet on a plate to take to her girlfriend to cook.

Asami pulled out Yumi's breasts, releasing an absolutely delectable aroma that quickly filled the kitchen. Yumi's tits were cooked to perfection, an incredibly warm looking golden brown, the insides covered with bubbling cheese and baked womb bits. They just needed a few more adjustments to be perfect.

With practiced ease, Asami pulled out the sour cream and chopped some green onions, adding a teaspoon of each to both of Yumi's former tits. Reaching over, Asami picked up Yumi's thoroughly fried nipples and used them to top the dish, one for each breast sitting on a bed of sour cream and chives. With a smile, Asami loaded them onto a plate and passed them to Korra even as Korra handed her her own plate filled with Yumi's treasured filet.

“Remember, one of those is mine,” Asami chided her girlfriend as she watched Korra's eyes light up at the sight of Yumi's cheesy tit-skins.

Korra nodded, taking her prize back to the table with her,

Curiously, Asami poked Yumi's harvested sex. It quivered in place, still warm from the girl it was taken from. Her interest piqued, Asami poked her finger between Yumi's former lower lips probing them in interest. It felt almost alive, Asami realized as her finger slipped effortlessly into Yumi's treasure. It was wet, still damp from the final orgasm that Korra had given her greatest fan; soft too, and the inside was just as warm as the outside. Idly, Asami compared the sensation to when she had fingered Yumi last night. It felt looser, more welcoming. The nervous girl it had been attached to no longer controlled it. It was now just meat, for Asami and Korra to do with as they pleased.

Yumi watched, her vision starting to fade as Asami picked up her cunt with a spatula and slid it into the pan filled with Yumi's melted breast fat that she'd used to fry her nipples. Yumi winced in sympathy as her pussy started to sizzle. The wound Korra had left behind ached and stung, but it wasn't the oil's fault. Yumi's stomach did flip flops as she realized that it wasn't really her pussy and more. It was Korra's now; she couldn't even feel it.

Korra dug into her newest treat with a relish, eagerly grunting and moaning as she savored the cheese covered bits of Yumi's shredded womb, and the crispy sides of her tits. She crunched down on one of Yumi's nipples, unable to tell which one or if it even matched the tit she'd been given, basking in the unique combination of texture and flavor. Had her own nipples tasted this good for Asami? Would her own breasts? Korra didn't know, but a growing part of her was curious enough to find out.

Asami flipped and turned the tender filet that Korra and Yumi had left in her care, browning it in Yumi's own sizzling breast fat as the first step to the grand finale of Korra's special breakfast. Braising was a simple enough process, but she had to do it right. When Yumi's pussy was completely browned, Asami picked up the pan and poured off the fat into a ceramic jar to use as gravy later. Now came the part that had taken the most time to prepare for.

Slowly, so as not to distract Korra, Asami moved to the icebox, reaching into the vegetable crisper where Korra rarely checked and retrieving the liquid she'd prepared for this point. Korra had been adamant that Asami not give up any part of her body for Korra's meal, but that still left Asami a few options to contribute her own flavor. The one she took was this one. The jar contained a mixture of dry white wine, water, and Asami's own arousal, painstakingly collected over the course of several days ever since Yumi agreed to her plan. With any luck, it would contribute some of Asami's own taste to Korra's fan's filet, mingling their flavors for her girlfriend to enjoy, sort of like the threesome they'd indulged in last night.

Yumi probably wouldn't have approved of Asami's plan, so rather than distress the girl sacrificing her life for this meal, Asami had kept her plan to herself. The socialite snuck a look at Korra's doppelganger. The other girl looked like she was fading fast, she probably wouldn't survive to see Korra eat her filet, so really, there was no harm done.

Yumi's eyes were heavy, and darkness was creeping into the edges of her vision, but she could see Korra enjoying her gift to her, eyeing the second helping which Asami had earmarked for herself. Yumi wanted to tell her to go for it, to enjoy her other breast despite her girlfriend, but she barely had the strength to open her mouth, much less speak. A few seconds later, Yumi passed away with a smile still gracing her face, content.

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Her attention fully focused on her work, Asami poured the mixture she'd created into the pan with Yumi's filet, covering the tender cut of meat with the erotic mixture of wine, water, and her own collected juices, and impregnating the cut with the taste of Asami's own arousal.

Switching the stove to low heat, Asami covered the pan and made her way to the table to join her girlfriend. Yumi wasn't moving, her eyes were closed, but Asami wasn't quite sure whether the other girl had actually been snuffed yet or whether she was still fading. At this point it didn't really matter, her role in Korra's birthday celebration had ended once Korra finished harvesting her. Speaking of which...

“Enjoying yourself?” Asami asked, taking note of Korra's grease smeared lips and half demolished tit-skin.

“You were right,” Korra offered slicing off another piece of Yumi's cooked and cheese-coated breast, “This really was incredible.”

“I'm glad you liked it,” Asami agreed. “Just make sure to save room for the main course, okay?”

“Definitely!” Korra agreed, smacking her lips as she tore through the last remnant of Yumi's crispy tits. “When will that be ready, by the way?”

“Just a minute or two,” Asami reassured her girlfriend. “Why? Are you feeling impatient?”

“Definitely,” Korra agreed. “If I'd know girlmeat was this tasty I probably would have-” Korra blushed as she realized what she was saying and cut herself off.

“What?” Asami asked curiously.

“It's... nothing,” Korra evaded unconvincingly, not wanting to reveal the fact that she'd been imagining herself in Yumi's place while she harvested her lookalike's sex.

“Well, if you're sure,” Asami agreed, not wanting to pester Korra while she enjoyed her birthday brunch. “Shouldn't be much longer now,” Asami added as she turned back to the pan.

Korra smiled. The scent of braised pussy lingered in the air, tempting her. Now she understood why Asami had dragged her up to their room like that after her birthday. Just the smell of it was electric! Like sex and food combined into one incredible package. Korra could feel herself getting more and more aroused as she waited.

It only took a few more minutes for Asami to finish, but it felt like hours. Korra's attention was focused like an eaglehawk's on the stove, waiting for her girlfriend to bring out the final course.

“Are you ready for the final course?” Asami asked.

“Always,” Korra replied almost without thought. She couldn't help but wonder if her own pussy would smell this incredible if she let Asami prepare it for them. She shivered, knowing it would be fatal, but in the heat of the moment not quite able to bring herself to care. The thought of Asami lavishing her precious place with attention, licking it clean with her tongue, coating it with spices and basting it before carving it from her helpless, willing body was almost too much to bear. She wanted to say something, to beg Asami to harvest her too, but before she could, Asami turned her way, smiling widely with Yumi's perfectly prepared filet steaming on a plate, covered in her own gravy.

Korra's jaw dropped. This was, without a doubt, the most appetizing meal she'd ever beheld. Yumi's sex was cooked to perfection, a soft golden-brown, with her tender lower lips slightly parted and steam issuing forth from the smooth tunnel within. Korra was at a loss for words.

“Well? Dig in!” Asami suggested as she placed the plate in front of her lover, her heart satiated by the look of awe that Korra was clearly feeling. Yumi's pussy looked delectable, filet was Asami's favorite cut of girl when she was younger and Yumi's was the tastiest she'd ever beheld, but Asami couldn't focus on her girlfriend's prize. Instead, her eyes kept drifting down to Korra's own snatch, remembering the taste of the pan-fried Korra-bacon on her lips, knowing that Korra's filet would put Yumi's to shame if it were ever harvested. Which of course it wouldn't be! She couldn't do that to her girlfriend. It would be wrong to ask. If Korra knew she was thinking about snuffing her... Asami couldn't risk it, even if she now knew what she wanted more than anything else in the world.

Korra missed the hungry look Asami was giving her, her attention focused solely on the beautiful cut of meat in front of her. Carefully, so as not to ruin its appearance, Korra picked up the fork and knife and began to slice, cutting the filet in two along the vertical gash that nature had already given it. Her knife carved through Yumi's clit with almost-practiced ease, severing one half of her biggest fan's cunt from the other without any real effort at all.

Korra watched as her prize fell apart, revealing the tender folds of the inside of Yumi's well cooked peach to the world in a way that nature had never intended. Barely pausing to admire it, Korra picked a side and carefully sliced off a bite-sized morsel.

Asami stared as her girlfriend practically played with her food, bringing the delicious tidbit she had freed to her mouth and kissing it, her tongue snaking out to give it a little lick before she opened it an bit down, moaning erotically at the taste. Asami was glad Korra was enjoying it, enjoying Yumi. The other girl's chest had ceased its labored rise and fall. She'd been snuffed for this meal and it would have been a shame had it not been to her girlfriend's taste. Not that it would have gone to waste even if that were the case, the meat on Korra's plate looked absolutely scrumptious.

“This is incredible,” Korra admitted, her eyes closed as she savored the taste of Yumi on her lips. “I can see why this was your favorite food.”

“It still is,” Asami admitted, eying both Korra's breakfast and the Avatar herself hungrily.

“You can have some if you want,” Korra offered. “I saved this half for you,” Korra explained, pointing at the untouched half of Yumi's gravy-sopped sex. “Just grab a plate.”

Asami knew she should have resisted, she should have held back like Korra had during her own breakfast and let Korra have the whole filet, but it just smelled so delectable that Asami couldn't resist. Within moments she'd retrieved a plate and silverware and pushed it across the table to make it easier for Korra to deposit the fruits of her promise upon her plate.

Her task completed, Korra turned her full attention to the meal in front of her, savoring the flavors. It was incredible, the meat tasted almost like sex felt, and she could make out the subtle flavors of the juices she'd tasted earlier as she ate Yumi out for what was clearly not the last time for Korra, though it was for her biggest fan. In fact, Korra almost thought she recognized a hint of Asami's own taste flavoring the meat, but that had to be a hallucination...

Asami hastily carved off a chunk of Yumi's sex and speared it with her fork, biting itno it like a beggar at a feast. It was wonderful, it was just like Asami remembered it being, better even! This was the best filet that Asami had ever tasted. And yet... Asami frowned slightly as the ghost of Korra's lower lips haunted her taste buds. And yet, Asami was disappointed. Yumi was delicious, but she wasn't as delicious as her girlfriend. Asami was enjoying her meal, but it wasn't the same as it had been in the past where every new girl was a new and incredible experience, better than the last. Now, Asami ate aware that there was something better, something just out of her reach, tantalizing her. Yumi was wonderful, but she wasn't everything that Asami wanted. Korra was.

The Avatar demolished her meal in short order, savoring the way that Yumi's clit squished beneath her teeth as she took her final bite. She felt hornier than she'd ever thought she could feel, and she was ready to be fucked into exhaustion right then and there.

Glancing over at Asami she realized that the other girl had almost finished her own half of Yumi's final gift to them. She watched Asami's lips as they moved, her teeth as they chomped, all the while wondering what it would be like to see those teeth destroying her own sex instead of Yumi's. Korra shivered in excitement. She couldn't wait any more.

“Are you done yet?” She begged, almost purring with arousal.

“Almost,” Asami replied, swallowing her final mouthful of Yumi's filet. “I just need to get her into the icebox before we can do anything else.”

Korra frowned, unwilling to wait that long. She wanted to rush to her bedroom and make love on the sheets still drenched in Yumi's sweat from last night, a room heady with the smell of her breakfast's arousal.

“Don't take too long,” Korra warned, “Or I might just finish without you.”

Asami grinned, her eyes narrowed in lustful hunger. “Oh, don't worry. I won't.”

Korra grinned back just as lustfully. As she turned to leave her eyes alighted on Yumi's body, slumped in the chair exactly where Korra had left her, breastless, a small scar across her pubic mount, and a gaping hole where her sex had once sat. Korra knelt down and placed a chaste kiss on Yumi's still cooling lips.

“Thank you, Yumi. You're a part of me now and I'll never forget what you gave me.” She turned and glanced at Asami who was clearing their plates from the table. “I'll be thinking of you all day, and we won't be leaving the bedroom until tomorrow, thanks to you,” Korra finished with a lascivious grin at her girlfriend before skipping back up the stairs.

And if the sex that Korra and Asami had from then on included a bit more licking and playful nibbling than it had before, well... They had no one but Yumi to blame for that.

The End

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Loved it, saved it.
Looks like Asami and Korra now share a dangerous but tasty fantasy. :p



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