Avatar Filet
Tags: Avatar: Legend of Korra, Romantic, Consensual, Cannibalism, Cooking, Oral, Fisting, F/F, Asami & Korra, Snuff, Body Modification, Toys.

Korra decides to give Asami the gift she's always dreamed about; her filet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don't know...” Asami asked, still conflicted.

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

“Korra!” Asami called out, scandalized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know I will." Asami agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now it was Asami's turn to blush.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asami nodded, ashamed.

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

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

"Okay..." Asami responded, relieved.

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

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

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

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

"A basket?" Asami asked incredulously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Korra picked up a coil of rope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A dildo?” Asami asked as Korra showed her her choice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes...” Asami answered.

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

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

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

“Is that-?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A knife?" Asami asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asami moaned at the reminder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?" Asami asked intrigued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me." Korra admitted with a wan smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It's a brazen bull.” Korra explained.

“What's a bull?” Asami asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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