Korralok (the smutty part)

And things had been going so well.
He had held the Avatar on an invisible string. What a skillful puppeteer he had been, guiding her along step by step. Her mouth would open, but his words would come out. Much to the chagrin of her so-called master. He had even managed to earn her respect in battle. What were her words again? "We make a good team, Tarrlok." Precious.
He still relived that moment sometimes, in his head.
From there it would have just been a question of buttering her up properly. A compliment here, a cavalier gesture there. Easier than clubbing a fat turtle-seal. Except for one little oversight: Unwittingly he had been bolstering her ego far too much. Of course she would do something moronic.
She had even turned to him for validation after that pointless stunt.
Next time he saw her, she had shrunken down to half her size, all color drained from her face, eyes red from tears. He might have been able to use her shaken state to his advantage, but Tenzin never left her side. The old man regarded Tarrlok with scorn, now more than ever, no doubt blaming him for the actions of that little idiot.
Needless to say, she shied away from her duty with the Taskforce, instead wanting to focus on that plebeian hobby of hers. Tarrlok was beginning to think he might have missed his opportunity with the Avatar. And much as he hated to admit it, without her the Taskforce barely made the headlines anymore either. So he busied himself with other projects, only paying half a mind to it. He wasn't in a terribly good mood in the weeks that followed the "Aang Island" fiasco. He chose to use all that negative energy to finally get some of the bureaucracy done, that had been pilling up on his desk. It was a mind-numbingly dull task, but one day the spirits were kind to Tarrlok.
It was a particularly uneventful evening when his aid announced Avatar Korra was in the waiting room. He didn't know what to make of that. Either way, he told the aid to send her in and then take his leave for the evening. Best to keep the discussion private. Tenzin had probably been feeding her all sorts of lies, to set her up against him. He steeled himself for an earful.
But as Korra entered, she seemed fairly tame. Beaten down even, he dared say. Tarrlok grinned.
>>Korra! What a pleasant surprise. I was beginning to suspect you'd forgotten all about me.
She gave him a weak smile and a nod.
>>Hello, Councilman.
Tarrlok immediately noticed how nervous she sounded. Interesting. He opened his arms wide.
>>I'm afraid I have no refreshments to offer at this hour. But please, take a seat.
He gestured to the sofa at the far side of the enormous room. The girl stiffly sat down at the edge of it. Tarrlok took the chair across from her.
>>So I hear the Fire Ferrets are really knocking 'em into the water this season!
The girl fidgeted. Perculiar.
>>I didn't know you took an interest in Probending, Councilman.
>>Are you joking? I've got money riding on your victory.
He didn't. He never took any bets, unless he could stack the odds in his favor.
>>And please, it's Tarrlok.
>>Well, I'd hate to disappoint you...
Too late for that, girl. He laughed amiably.
>>Glad to hear it. But I doubt you came here to talk sports. How can I help you, Korra?
She turned to the side, seemingly studying Tarrlok's many framed photos and newspaper clippings. All of them featured Tarrlok himself in some capacity. There was even one with him and Korra, posing in uniform.
>>Do…do you remember our talk on the balcony, before…before the incident with Amon?
The words came out shaky. The tone was uncharacteristically meek for her. Tarrlok cocked an eyebrow. Was this some sort of scam? Was she trying to extort money from him? Women sometimes tried stuff like that with him, but he'd done much more than give them a kiss beforehand, that much was for certain. No, not likely. He ignored the thought and tried to maintain his likable demeanor.
>>Certainly.
>>You said something about Mako. You said he'd never be with me… he couldn't.
Interesting. Suddenly the words came flowing more freely.
>>I was- I was determined to prove you wrong. I mean, I had to try, right? I thought if I just did what you did, he'd-well-he'd-
>>…fall for you?
Tarrlok was equally confused and intrigued. He vaguely remembered talking some nonsense about teaching her some "bedside manners". Korra started scratching her upper arm nervously and dropped her gaze to the carpet. She must have taken what followed that evening as a first lesson in romantic matters.
>>Well I screwed up. Like I always do. But this time, I didn't just hurt myself. And it's not like you can just bandage that up and-
Spirits, the councilman couldn't have asked for a better present.
>>I never meant…I'm so stupid-I could just beat myself. You were right. You were right all along.
Agreed on all accounts. Now how to handle this? It'd be a shame to squander another opportunity with the Avatar.
He started by positioning himself right next to her on the sofa.
>>I'm dreadfully sorry you had to make such an experience, my dear.
He put his hand reassuringly on her back.
>>And I won't say that I told you so.
With his other hand he cupped her chin, slowly propping her head up, so their eyes met.
>>But I told you so.
Korra just looked at him, mouth half open, at a loss for words. She spends a lot of time like that, Tarrlok mused.
>>A young man's feelings are as fragile as any girls, my dear. You have to tread carefully, be very attentive.
Tarrlok removed his hand, her head stayed fixed in position.
>>I understand that and I wan't to apologize. But it feels like all I could do now is make things worse between-
This girl really was a walking disaster, he'd have to keep a tight leash on her in the future.
>>Don't worry, we'll make sure you don't hurt that Mako fellow again.
>>And Bolin!
Oh my. She's been busy. He made himself look stern and serious.
>>But before I teach you anything. I want an answer from you.
He felt his grin slipping back into visibility as he continued.
>>I remember a certain proposition. A proposition that surely may have prevented this regrettable chain of events.
Korra's eyes widened. A slight blush colored her face.
>>You mean… you…
>>What will it be? You want to profit from my knowledge, don't you, young Avatar? You clearly have much to learn. This is the only way.
She looked conflicted. More conflicted than he had anticipated. Tenzin's influence, probably. But that's alright. He still had to rekindle that flame that he sparked on the council balcony. She breathed in deeply, before looking Tarrlok straight in the eye and answering.
>>Yes.
He felt like one of his ancestors just then: The pride of a hunter, about to make a particularly glorious kill. And this time he wouldn't let the game get away.
>>There's a good girl. You know what else I remember? A kiss.
>>A kiss.
She almost squeaked the words. But it wasn't really a surprise to her either. Tarrlok could see that in her eyes.
>>I remember doing all the work last time. How about you show some initiative?
He leaned back on the sofa, sprawling his arms on the backrest, waiting.
If there's one thing to be said for this girl, it's that she doesn't shy away from a challenge. She was willing. But Tarrlok wouldn't make it easy for her. She tried to push her lips on him from where she was, but he wouldn't move his head, instead staring straightforward. He wouldn't even budge after she gave him several urgent pecks on the cheek. So she finally saw reason and leaned over him to kiss him properly, head on.
That was the moment he'd been waiting for. He immediately grabbed her, pulled her into his lap and held her there firmly, by the hips. What nice, broad hips they were too. To Korra's credit, she didn't look half as embarrassed as she probably felt. Tarrlok was about to change that.
>>Now that you're "here", we can begin with some advanced training, although your lips will need work too…
>>Councilm-Tarrlok, I thought you were going to teach me…
She trailed off when he gave her buttcheek a squeeze.
>>I'll teach you what I want, when I want too, Korra. You're not dealing with one of your boytoys here.
Her face couldn't decide whether it wanted to show anger or more shame.
>>It's not like-
He instigated the second kiss. It was wild, very aggressive. After a moment of surprise, she responded in kind. Still clumsy. Still without patience, but an improvement over the first attempt. She was actually being quite assertive. Maybe too much so. He grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her head back.
Steam seemed to be rising from Korra's mouth. She looked at him quizzically.
>>Loose the top my dear.
Tarrlok was expecting some form of protest, but nothing came. Instead she started to peel it off, at a painfully slow pace. He urged her on with a slap on the behind. Finally he was going to see those lushious brown teats. He'd be lying if he said, he hadn't been imagining what they might look like. When she was finally, nervously pulling the top over her head and shoulder, she suddenly stopped.
>>What now?
>>Stuck.
Tarrlok snorted with irritation. How absurd. The Avatar, arguably the most powerful being on the planet, had managed to trap herself in her own garments, while straddling him no less. Even the most amateurish escorts he had encountered, hadn't been this awkward. This girl had a talent for ruining wonderful moments. He pulled her free from the damned thing, so he could finally have a good look at her chest.  He undid the bindings that covered them and set his eyes on a pair of glorious breasts with large, dark nipples. Physically the girl didn't disappoint at least.
But Tarrlok also took in the rest of her upper body: The broad shoulders and the flat belly, with hints of muscles working underneath. He had to admit, that he never had a woman, built quite like her. And that excited him. He had heard bawdy tales of Avatar Kyoshi though. He imagined Korra's stories might go similar. At first, he hadn't planned on actually seducing the girl fully on this night. But the prospect of not having her now, grew unbearable, as he beheld her.
Greedily he buried his face in her chest, sucking and lightly biting at her areolas. She made noises in response, not unlike the whimpering her polarbear-dog might produce. When he looked up he saw that she had actually closed her eyes and that her lower lip trembled slightly. That was more incentive than he needed to continue.
He made sure to kneed her tits thoroughly and play with the nipples too. However he had to keep reminding himself, that she wasn't one of his whores. At least, not yet. He'd need to hold back, but not much.
>>Now the pants.
Her face was completely flustered, but a dopey smile had settled on her face.
>>As you wish, Master Tarrlok
>>Is that how you talk to Tenzin? No, don't answer. I don't want to know.
Korra got up and unceremoniously pulled her trousers and underwear down in one fell swoop, only struggling to pull off her boots. Her legs were probably the most athletic part of her body, and they rooted in a wide pelvis. Her public hair hadn't seen a razor in a long time and it shone wet in the dim light of Tarrlok's office. She was already on her way to return to his lap, when he bid her to wait.
>>No, stay. Show me a bit of yourself.
Korra froze in place, uncertain.
>>Pose for me.
>>I'm not sure I know how…
>>Then do some basic fighting stances.
The girl complied hesitantly: First she fell into a Waterform. Free flowing, moving swiftly from one leg to the other, twisting, turning. He got a good look at her firm rear as she jumped into an Earthbender stance midway, with her back turned to him. The Eathbenders valued power over grace. He saw her muscles tensing as she stood there, legs stretched, almost squatting. He marveled at her back as she snapped into the Firebenders basic attack stance. Aggressive, disciplined, ready. She looked poised to strike.
But he'd be the one to strike first.
He grabbed her from behind and pulled her into a tight embrace, all the while nuzzling her nape.
>>Lesson 1: Never be afraid off showing what you have, my dear.
His lips brushed past her ear as he fondled her breasts once more.
>>And what's Lesson 2?
He turned his attention lower. Without giving any warning he pushed a finger into her wet sex. She shuddered.
>>Be a tease. But within reason.
After giving her moment to acclimatize to this new sensation he let a second finger follow. She froze in place. Unable to move or even to speak, she simply looked over her shoulder at Tarrlok, with those large, blue eyes of hers. He grinned back and thrust his fingers deeper. As he started wriggling them around in her, she began melting into his grasp. He had to steady himself on a nearby piece of furniture, as not to loose his own balance. She made some deliciously obscene noises as he massaged her sex.
By now he felt his erection pushing hard against the layers of clothing around it. Having the girl rubbing herself against him like this had made him anxious too. This could not wait any longer. By now his hand was drenched in her wetness. No blood though. The long hours of rigorous workout had likely made short work of her maidenhead. Or had there been somebody before him? She seemed to take to the entire act quite naturally. Who knows?
For once Tarrlok didn't care to find out. Instead he grabbed her by the arm and lead to his desk in front of the marble waterfall with the spirits engraved on it. He pushed all his paperwork to the floor and gestured to the now free space.
>>Korra, be a dear and place your marvelous buttocks here.
She paused for a second or two, eyes fixed on nothing in particular, a mellow smile on her lips. Then she complied and pushed herself up on the edge of the table, her legs half open and sweat glistening on her torso. Tarrlok wished he could take a picture of that.
>Now what?
Her voice was just a pleasant murmur now.
>I think you know.
He was done playing games for the moment. This was it. No more diversions. With the slightest bit of effort he undid his pants and freed his member. Korra barely paid it a second glance. She was actually looking at him, seeking to make eye contact. Tarrlok wasn't sure what to make of that. He held her gaze for a moment, but he never took his eyes off the prize for long.  Especially not at a critical juncture. As he guided himself into her, she gave a lusty little yelp. Her tightness alone could be enough to send him over the edge. She was young and spry and had excellent muscle control on top of everything else. Slowly he began to move, holding her by a hip with one hand and a thigh with the other. She exhaled sharply as he thrust back in and grabbed him by the shoulder.  He soon built a rhythm and the table was slightly creaking to Korra's little moans. This had to be it. The perfect moment. The thing he had been building towards all his life. He was literally fucking the Avatar on top of his desk. Inside his luxurious office. Inside the councils own building. There was a delicious irony to this, but he was too euphoric to think on it more deeply. Then he noticed Korra's eyes. They were still fixed on his. That was strangely disquieting to Tarrlok. There was an accusing quality to that stare or did he imagine it? She seemed fairly docile. He steadied his pace, unable to take his eyes off of hers. He kissed her deeply, but her stare was unwavering. He noticed he was sweating more than the exercise actually required. What was this? He felt now that he was thrusting ever harder and faster. Korra began to moan louder now, her hand digging deeply into his shoulder. Her legs snapping tightly around his waist. Their union was little gentle now as he kept at it, desperately hammering into her. They were both breathing heavily. A casual onlooker would have probably thought that they were wrestling with each other and not in a friendly manner. Tarrlok needed to get those eyes off of him, that was all that seemed to matter now. He struck at her with all of his strength and finally, thankfully, she closed those damn eyes. A tremor seemed to work its way from the tip of her toes, through her legs and into her spine, where it caused her to arch her back. Her entire body tensed and her lips parted. A gasp turned into an undignified scream. Moments later he felt his own climax approaching. It was over in a matter of moments. He collapsed on top of her, completely spent.
Unmoving, they stayed that way for a long while. Tarrlok was still breathing heavily, when he noticed Korra had begun to play with his hair. She pushed the tip of one of his ponytails against his cheek, as if probing if he was still alive. He took that as a signal to finally get up. Involuntarily grunting, he pushed himself to his feet.
>>That was certainly something.
She seemed chipper and self-confident. Tarrlok felt strangely miserable. But he managed a smile nonetheless.
>>Well, I'm glad you're enjoying my tutoring.
>>Yeah, but I hope to learn some other stuff too. You can teach me about relationships, right?
Tarrlok honestly didn't know. At the moment, his thoughts circled getting that woman out of his office as fast as possible, without seeming rude.
>>Sure. But we made a lot of leeway today, don't underestimate the physical side of things.
She got up, gave him a measuring look, patted him on the arm and went to hunt down her discarded clothing. Tarrlok went over to his waterfall and regarded his reflexion. He looked like a man who had been hit by a Satomobil. The Avatar was getting dressed now.
>>I'm not sure what I'm going to say to the boys yet. But I know we can make amends. We're friends after all.
Tarrlok didn't answer. She said something he didn't really hear and laughed. Then they made their goodbyes.
He went back to the waterfall and held his head under it.