The temple hallway was silent except for the faint echo of hurried footsteps. Korra moved carefully, but the slick sheen of oil on her naked skin caught every shimmer of moonlight, making her look like a goddess carved from molten bronze. Her dark hair was damp, falling in soft tendrils over her shoulders, and her piercing blue eyes darted anxiously down the corridor.
Suddenly, a stern voice cut through the stillness.
“Korra. Stop right there.”
Tenzin stood blocking her path, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. His usual calm was strained, tension radiating off him.
“Why are you wandering the temple naked at this hour?” he demanded, voice low but sharp.
Korra didn’t hesitate. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she lifted her chin.
“I was coming to see him. I can’t help it, Uncle Tenzin. I’m overwhelmed.”
She pressed a hand to her chest, breathing slightly heavier.
“I’ve been thinking about him all day—his hands, his touch, the way he looks at me… It’s driving me mad.”
Tenzin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Korra, this is a place of discipline. You must show respect.”
“Respect,” she repeated softly, stepping closer, voice dropping to a whisper that carried both longing and teasing. “I’ll show respect… to him. I just can’t wait for him to touch my breasts, to pull me close and feel my curves. I want his hands everywhere—on my hips, my ass…”
Her eyes glowed, heart-shaped and utterly lewd, shining with a craving that made her cheeks flush a deep crimson.
You heard the low voices but stayed just out of sight, shirtless and still gathering your thoughts after your own training.
Curiosity and concern pulled you forward.
You stepped out, muscles relaxed but alert, and saw Korra pressed against Tenzin in the hallway—oil gleaming on her skin, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing that mattered.
Her lower lip was glistening with a hint of drool.
She turned to you, voice trembling but full of need.
“I can’t wait, love. To feel your hands… everywhere.”
Before you could respond, she slipped into your arms like she belonged there, warm and slick, her curves molding perfectly to you.
You slid your hands to her waist, pulling her flush against your bare chest. She sighed, closing her eyes, completely surrendered.
Tenzin cleared his throat sharply.
“Korra, behave yourself—this isn’t the time or place.”
Korra looked up at him, still flushed but defiant.
“He’s mine, Uncle. And I’m his. No rules can change that.”
You wrapped your arms around her tighter, feeling the heat radiate between you both.
Tenzin sighed, stepping aside.
“Just keep it respectful, that’s all.”
Korra giggled softly, resting her forehead against your chest.
“Thank you, Uncle Tenzin.”