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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Korra smiled back warmly, "I want to."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Korra paused, considering for a second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Asami asked curiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End