PART TWO

“That?” Korra asked, uncertainly looking at the trough.

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

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

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

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

“It's made for cooking tits...” Korra continued.

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

“Exactly,” Korra purred.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-n-no...” Korra whimpered.

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

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

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

“Ah! Please!” Korra panted. “Take me! Eat me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Korra smiled. “I knew you'd love it.” She admitted, picking up the heavy device and taking it back to their booth. “One steamed Korra-filet with a side of poached Korra-eggs, coming right up.”
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Asami followed as Korra sauntered back to their booth with the machine. Part of her was unable to believe this was really happening, that Korra actually knew about her fantasies, that she accepted them and wanted to fulfill them. But another part of her, a deeper part, didn't care about belief. Asami was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life. The sight of her girlfriend's naked shapely ass bobbing in front of her was enough to drive away all second thoughts and let her easily accept what was about to occur.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to eat?” Korra replied. “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End