Legend of Orra: Disqualified 2

"Taking this long just to look a little better is stupid." Korra cursed as she finally left the last leg of the marathon beauty session she was put through. It was all at Tahno's expense, but that did not make it any less of a waste of time in her eyes. She took her first few steps towards the changing room exit awkwardly. She knew Tahno was on the other side of the flimsy door and she was embarrassed to be seen by him. She suspected he was just going to take the opportunity to trash her again. She did not even know if the day had been for any benefit, as Korra had not concept of how good she did or did not look by Republic City standards.

"Do they make these things hard to walk in on purpose?" Korra asked, referring to the heels she was put in.

"Sort of? You suffer for the look and you're supposed to just... Deal with it." He responded coldly. If he was being fair to her, the heels she was put in were far past advanced and far outside the realm of reasonable apparel. They were the cutting edge in making women uncomfortable for a man's approval. The best that Republic City had come up with so far.

"Besides. You're a strong, coordinated girl. I'm sure you'll figure it out." He added positively.

"Damn right..." As she was opening the door she had already gotten the hang of them and found a way to walk. As the door swung open she saw Tahno's eyes widen. Korra huffed.

"Well go on, give it to me, then." She then added under her breath.

"Asshole..."

"Okay." He stepped forward and kissed her abruptly, then stepped back to admire the work.

Korra's lips parted, still in shock. "What was that?" She fully expected him to just laugh at her. She had humored him with that in mind. The knowledge that he'd lured her through the whole ordeal just to mess with her would have given her enough moral outrage to hit him and cut things off for good. His actual reaction made things more complicated.

She had gone through a triathlon of treatments that day. Nails, makeup and of course clothing. For normal women who were accustomed to the Republic City culture it of course never took a whole day but Tahno was made aware of the fact very quickly that Korra had never taken care of herself in that way. Ever. So it was a 'training' day of sorts. The results almost spoke for themselves. If he could get her to look the way she looked now all the time, he could feel pretty good about being seen with her in any social circle.

"You look amazing." He complimented. The bindings were removed from her hair and it was instead left to fall around her shoulders. It was of course trimmed and treated and carried a very attractive shine and volume that she was lacking before. If he had wanted to make fun of her he could have had her done up with a clown's chest of dark tones for her makeup. Instead he went with the sensible option and simply had them do the normal treatment. All the attractive features of her face were highlighted beautifully and she was set up with whatever she would need to do it herself later. Her eyes were shaded and her lips were painted a subtle peach that made them 'pop' while complimenting her skin tone. She had the appearance of an extremely high class beauty because ultimately Tahno did not want someone to humiliate, he wanted someone he could use. The humiliation was inherent in the role and certainly did not need to be broadcast. He enjoyed the simple fact that the Avatar being with him was probably an affront on at least some level.

"You're... Messing with me, right? Where's the insults? Thought you'd bring your crew around to laugh and gawk at me once I was done." She said defensively, still looking around to see if it was the case and she just had not noticed. It was not. The shop was more or less empty. The only other people present on the last leg of her beauty tour were other women shopping for clothes and they certainly did not care enough to notice what looked like a couple getting changed in the corner.

Tahno laughed, but it was not derisive. The laugh did not put her on edge. He stepped forward and took the rest of her in. The colors she was given were still blue, because it complimented her eyes. He did like that shade a lot and it fit her. Her new clothing had the immediate, desired effect of tempting him to just tear it all off of her. A short, simple dress made from fine fabric. He could tell she was uncomfortable due to the top of the dress being more or less open on the sides, the front and the back. Her cleavage was shown on either side of the thin fabric, though mercifully her nipples did not peak through. The dress was short enough to stop around her thighs, showing off her attractive legs. He rested a hand on her hip and stared down at her.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were asking to be called a mutt. Do you secretly enjoy it?" Tahno prodded, slowly backing her through the change-room door.

Korra stepped back as she snapped back at him. "No... Obviously not." She gulped, noticing what Tahno's eyes were actually pointing down into. She adjusted her chest.

"Do women actually wear this shi-" He leaned down and kissed her abruptly.

"Swearing, honey." He corrected after releasing her lips.

She felt annoyed by his tone and the way he referred to her so familiarly, but relented with a minor huff and finished by saying. "Stuff. Do women here actually wear this stuff?" She sort of new the answer. She had seen girls dressed the way she was around town but she had not thought it was normal.

"No." He said flatly. Korra felt an up-welling of anger at the realization. Then he added.

"Only the ones that want to look good. Better than all the other girls, anyway." Tahno leaned down so that his face was close to hers. She was desensitized to that type of closeness, as well as the hand resting on her side.

"Do you... Want to be better than the other girls?" He grinned, because Korra did not even had to think about it before she nodded. They were way more alike than either of them would like to admit. He could prey on her so easily for that reason. She wanted all of the good things. She wanted to be better. She wanted to be seen as better, as being above. Even if she did not consider it as such. With all that in mind he knew how to go in for the kill.

"Well you are." He stated very confidently. It was a confidence that would typically only be used for her benefit, but he very briefly and satisfyingly extended it to encompass her as well. That sentence flattened her against the inside of the change-room. She blushed deeply, redness breaking through the carefully applied makeup on her cheeks.

"You're better than all of them. We both are." He closed the door behind him and cornered her in the room. He was not lying and he was not wrong, though he thought it for different reasons. She could take it however she liked, but Tahno viewed women as status. Trophies. Objects. He collected many because having many made him look good, but he no longer needed to if he could get Korra. In terms of trophy status, a girl that looked as beautiful as her when done up, that was also the Avatar, was better than sleeping with any number of other attractive women. Even at one, two or five a night, every night for the rest of his life. It was with that decision in mind that he made his promise.

"I only want you, Korra. No one else. I'll give up on chasing women if you give me a chance."

Korra's jaw dropped it was deceptively humble. The sentiment was betrayed by the reasoning behind it, but she had no way of knowing that. She had never been in a relationship properly. Never been with a man properly. Never been truly manipulated by one, until now. She was entranced by the offer, because it felt like he was giving up something for her. Giving part of himself to be with her.

"J-just a chance is fine, I guess." Even as taken in as she was, she underplayed her hand without thinking too much about it. With that answer he embraced her tightly, smirking while her head was buried in his neck.

"You've made me very happy." He said truthfully. Tahno steeled his expression as Korra looked up during the embrace.

"Can you stop calling me a mutt and other shit, then?" She asked sternly.

Tahno retorted gently as he caressed the back of her head. "Can you stop swearing and acting crude?"

"If I do that will you stop calling me names and being rough?"

Tahno shook his head and stared at her smugly. "No."

Korra bristled at that and almost pushed him away. She was already restraining herself somewhat, however.

"Why? Aren't relationships supposed to be fair?"

"They are fair. But men and women have to give up different things and contribute different things." He said convincingly.

"I'm already giving up a lot for this as a man." It was not true, but it was easy enough to make her believe it was. All of the things he brought up to her were said as though they had some importance behind them. Chasing girls, settling down, being in a relationship with her. They were all positives for him. But she did not know that.

"Aren't I, Korra?" He pressed. If he could get her to admit to that point then everything else would become a lot easier.

Tahno felt like a hypnotist, because he was a little surprised when she nodded begrudgingly. Everything had been set up for her to agree, but still. He guessed that it was the advantaged of catching her before she had really had a chance to be with anyone else.

"Sorry, Tahno. You're actually giving up a lot, I guess?"

"Comparatively you're giving up very little if it's just enduring a little playful abuse. I could ask you to give up so much more as a woman."

Korra sighed and she said the magic words that made Tahno think that everything would work out far better than he assumed.

"You're right, Tahno."

Tahno pushed. He could have let it go. Let things rest. He was not like that, though. That was not how he made it this far already. He tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes as he asked.

"Who's my good little southern mutt?"

Korra was obviously uncomfortable, but she ultimately gave in. "I am..."

He wagged his finger at her. "You've got to say it, though."

"Why do I have to say it?" She questioned defiantly, a bit of the fire she was known for rose up to give him pause, but he did not come so far just to concede.

"Because I want you to?" Tahno said it in a tone that was just short of a pout. Korra inhaled deeply and narrowed her eyes as she stared back at him. It was a slur, without a doubt. It was humiliating just to be called that, but still. Something stirred inside of her and pulled her towards giving in. Part of it was the tight embrace she was in, part of it was her growing desire for his affection. The feeling that she was actually quite lucky. Tahno was not a bad man in terms of looks. Aside from his personality he had all the qualities of a man that women should want. So Korra felt vaguely pressured. She remembered his promise. He could have any woman he wanted at any point, probably. Instead he chose her. She told herself that it would probably level out over time if he really liked her.

Korra stared up innocently and, in a way that shattered any restraint Tahno had, said. "I'm your little southern mutt, Tahno." He knew he could not hide his malicious glee, so he leaned down and kissed her deeply to obscure it. His hands slide up her side and explored beneath her dress abruptly. Korra gasped into his mouth, but he did not break the kiss. Both of his hands dug into her breasts and began kneading them. He had his hands on her before but it was the first time his hands had truly been 'on' her. Her side, above her rear, her back, her stomach. Even her lips. All of those places seemed fine but her breasts were a line that even she knew. Yet his hands rolled over them as if they were his to touch. She was at a crucial point where she had to decide if that was okay. He had not asked her, he had just gone for it. So Korra knew that allowing it in this instance was the same as giving him permission to cross all the lines with her if she did not at least warn him.

But she could not. Korra did not relax but her body slumped a bit in resignation. The easiest way would have been to say something, but she could not talk with his tongue in her mouth and his lips pressed against hers. So, the only thing she could have done was push him off of her. It was the only clear message she could send, but it was too drastic. So Korra gave in. She reciprocated the kiss and leaned in to the kneading. She even moaned when his thumbs began to roll over her soft, pink nipples. She resigned herself to tolerate it but never considered that she would end up enjoying it. All of that time from surprise, to uncertainty, to her making her decision was barely a few seconds, but they were the most important few seconds. It was those few seconds that dulled her instincts to him. That single innocuous concession removed her will to push back. At least in regards to his touch. It was important because of what happened next.

When Tahno was satisfied, he let a hand slip from her tits and instead duck below her dress. He easily found her sex and skillfully slide his hand into her thong to feel her wetness. Without warning a testing finger thrust in and out of her cunt. Instead of reacting harshly Korra gasped in surprise and leaned on him for support as he fingered her. He decided that she was more than ready once he felt her and rolled her dress up over her toned rear. Korra had no idea what was in store for her as he turned her around and rolled her thong down her thighs. Even though she did not know, her body seemed to sense it, because her thighs and hips were shaking with anticipation. Her pussy was dripping onto her rolled-down panties.

"Tahno, what are you-" Her eyes rolled back as she felt his soft, warm head rubbing up and down between her nether lips teasingly. Her hips bucked back pleadingly in response before she even knew fully what she was begging for. Korra moaned and submitted subconsciously to what was coming. She was completely ceding any agency to emotion and instinct as he carefully, gently pushed into her virgin cunt.

To his surprise, even though she was a virgin, her pussy seemed to be sucking him in and tightening. She still felt like a virgin and there was a little blood as would be expected, but she was far more resilient. Still, he was considerate for her first time and went slowly. He made sure that she was comfortable for the first few thrusts, then began picking up his pace to actually fuck her. Korra almost lost her mind in those moments as the feel of actual sex bombarded her senses. She began to quickly feel an unusual sensation inside that she had never been visited by before.

"I feel... Weird." She grunted. Her whole body was writhing to the extent that he hand to hold her in place.

"Is it good?" Tahno questioned. It was an important ask. Making her feel good was actually quite important to him in terms of both his ego and his plan. She had her strength and he always thought that he had this.

"Yes!"

"Ever felt it before?" He added curiously. It would be unusual for a girl to not at least know a little about the pleasure she could feel. To his surprise Korra shook her head.

"Then it's love. The stronger the feeling, the stronger the love. You'll only get this from the person you love." He lied intentionally, wondering how easy it would be to mess with her head. He had no idea.

Korra's mind warped in that instant. She panted and uttered ecstatically. "I... Love... You..." Based on how strong the feeling was, however, she did not just love him. She worshiped him. That was the thought that filled her mind as he pushed her abruptly into the wall and nutted inside. He was good, but not good enough to resist Korra's body. The woman, he had to admit, was something else. He actually quite looked forward to next time, as well. Meanwhile, for Korra she did not even know what was filling her because her body was shaking and almost giving under the power of the pleasure she had felt. She had not even came and it was still good enough to make her question everything.

Tahno stared down in admiration. He loved how toned and powerful she was, because it only made it all the better when she was slumping down the wall in front of him. He knew in that moment that she would never win against him again. She was strong but her body would forever lose to his. Tahno mused that if he was lucky she would get knocked up. Nothing messed with a woman's head like making them pregnant. He knew her breasts would probably swell a bit, as well. She could use a lot less muscle and a lot more fat in the right areas, he decided.