Korra For Breakfast
Tags: F/F, Cooking, Cannibalism, Non-Fatal, Romantic.
 
This story is (loosely) based off an edit I did a while back.
 
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"What's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted?" Korra asked her girlfriend as they relaxed together on the couch in front of the roaring fire.
 
Asami blushed. "No way," she replied almost by instinct.
 
"Wait, what?" Korra asked. "Why not? All I asked was for the tastiest thing you've eaten... why won't you tell me?"
 
Asami winced. "It's embarrassing," the raven haired girl admitted.
 
"Embarrassing?" Korra asked. "It's food. How can it be embarrassing?"
 
"It just is," Asami replied. "And... I'm worried you'll think it's weird," the ex-socialite admitted.
 
"Now I really want to know," Korra replied.
 
"Promise you won't laugh? Or look at me funny?" Asami pleaded.
 
"I promise," Korra stated solemnly behind a grin.
 
"Girlmeat," Asami replied.
 
"Girlmeat?" Korra asked, not sure she'd heard her girlfriend's answer correctly. "Like, from an actual girl, girlmeat?"
 
Asami nodded bashfully. "Yeah. When I was younger, my father used to get some for special ocassions, steaks, rump roasts, filets... it was... it was delicious. I loved it," Asami admitted. "As a kid, I just liked the taste, but as I grew up, realizing that this came from a girl like me, that another girl gave this up so that I could eat it? That she lost her leg, or her pussy, or even her life just so I could enjoy my lunch... It was electric. That thought always made me so wet after I ate some, I loved it."
 
Korra's eyes were wide with surprise at her girlfriend's revelation, but Asami couldn't see any fear or condemnation in those bright blue orbs. "If... if you liked it so much, how come I haven't seen you eating any since we started dating?"
 
Asami blushed. "It's expensive. I may be a wealthy business woman, but I have a girlfriend to support now, and getting her things fancy new airships and paying for her adventures costs money. I don't regret it," Asami reassured Korra before the water-tribe girl could speak, "but with Future Industries' stock still low compared to when my father ran it, and girlmeat being so understandably expensive... I can't justify treating myself anymore."
 
Asami's answer faded into comfortable silence, but her admission, and the ideas it put into Korra's head, would not soon be forgotten.
 
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It was Asami's birthday and Korra had plans to make this the most memorable birthday Asami had ever had. Her mind buzzed with what Asami had told her that night nearly half a year ago when she'd admitted to the brown skinned girl exactly what her favorite food really was. The thought had buried itself in Korra's brain and that seed of an idea was about to bloom today. Korra hoped her girlfriend enjoyed it.
 
The Avatar carefully maneuvered her way free of her girlfriend's tenacious grip and out of their shared bed. Careful not to make a sound in the early morning stillness of their shared room, Korra stripped out of her cotton turtleduck patterned pajamas and, kicking the garments under the bed to hide them from her girlfriend's view, carefully crept, completely naked, down the stairs.
 
Korra had been thinking about Asami's favorite dish for a while now. She wanted to treat Asami to some (and then take advantage of the feelings her girlfriend's favorite dish inspired in her), but her role as the Avatar was more of a calling than a paid position, so she couldn't exactly buy a girl for her to cook. And, while she might be able to use her authority as the Avatar to procure what she needed, it seemed... wrong somehow to do that just to surprise her girlfriend. She could recruit one of her fans of course, she had plenty now, both as the Avatar and from her brief pro-bending career. Using the former might feel off, but she had no real qualms against using the latter; but it would take time to find one that was willing, and by the time the idea had occured to her, it was too late to put that particular plan into action.
 
Luckily, Korra had another option.
 
Ever since their discussion, Asami's comments about how hot it was that a girl had given up a body part just for her meal had been popping up in her head. She was right, it was hot, but when Korra fantasized about it she wasn't the girl dining on freshly carved cuntsteak; she was the girl being dined on.
 
It took her a while to understand what was happening, and even longer to realize that it was the solution to her problem, but when the though of using herself as the main ingredient for Asami's surprise instead of another girl first occurred to Korra a week ago, she'd cum like an avalanche.
 
After that, her decision had been made for her, she'd be providing the meat for her girlfriend's dinner and that was that. Of course, that left Korra witha conundrum. She was the Avatar. She had responsibilities. She couldn't just give up an arm or a leg just to fulfill her girlfriend's culinary fantasies; and she definitely couldn't give up her pussy, as sexy as that thought was to her. She needed to use something she could do without, something her own lackluster abilities at healing using waterbending could fix for her. Asami's dinner needed to be something expendable, but still valuable enough to show her girlfriend just how much she cared for her.
 
Korra hadn't come up with the solution until last night.
 
Of course, given the nature of what Korra planned to cook for Asami, some changes needed to be made; chief among them, Asami's special dinner had become a special breakfast. The water tribe girl entered the kitchen and put on the light blue puppy apron Asami had given her as a present last year.
 
It was time to get to work.
 
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Asami woke up to the most delectable aroma she'd ever experienced. The scent was positively filling the house! It was meat, and it seemed familiar... but Asami couldn't quite place it. She blinked. Why was she cold? She reached for her bed-warmer only to grasp thin air. Korra was missing. It took a few seconds for the thought to fully process. Why was Korra missing? Her lazy girlfriend never woke up before she did unless she had to...
 
Blinking a few more times, Asami's sleep addled mind put two and two together, connecting the incredible smell with her lover's absence. Another moment of reflection added the idea that maybe the noise coming from the kitchen was connected.
 
Her stomach rumbled in approval of this theory.
 
Tiredly, Asami rolled out of bed, still wearing her red silk chemise, and made her way to the kitchen.
 
Asami wasn't exactly stealthy in the morning, so Korra had ample time to hear her lover coming. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect. In just a few seconds the last of her surprise breakfast would be finished cooking and it would be time to eat.
 
The first thing Asami noticed upon stepping into the kitchen was her nubile lover's absolutely amazing backside. It wasn't a novel sight, but Asami couldn't help but marvel at it all the same. The curve of Korra's ass was absolutely inspiring, it managed to be both firm and soft at the same time, and it was one of her girlfriend's greatest features. Asami blinked the last of the sleep from her eyes as she realized her girlfriend was naked. No, wait, not naked, she was wearing an apron. Only an apron.
 
�Korra, wha?� Asami managed to ask, still getting the hang of that thing known as 'waking up.'
 
�Morning Sleepy-head!� Korra smiled, turning to look right at her. �I'm making breakfast!�
 
Asami sat down firmly at the table. Korra was cooking? Korra never cooked. She loved her girlfriend dearly, but she was hardly the domestic type. Neither of them were to be honest.
 
�Is that what smells so good?� Asami wondered, now more or less fully awake.
 
�It's a surprise, but yes,� Korra admitted. I'm just about...� Korra paused for a few seconds looking at the pan in front of her, �Done.�
 
Carefully, Korra scraped a pair of oddly thick yet sill fairly small strips of bacon onto a plate filled with what looked like a pile of corned beef hash and a pair of poached eggs, though Asami didn't recognize whatever species that last time had come from. Still, whatever bird they hailed from, they looked absolutely scrumptious.
 
�Dig in,� Korra offered smiling.
 
�You're not having any?� Asami asked.
 
�It's your birthday, this meal is just for you,� Korra explained.
 
Her birthday? It was her birthday, wasn't it! That certainly explained why her girlfriend was cooking, though not why she kept smiling with a strange mixture of smugness and nervous expectation.
 
Still, this food smelled wonderful, and she was incredibly hungry after all the calories she and Korra burned together last night. Strange looking food aside, Asami dug in.
 
First, a bite of the corned beef hash, which, probably wasn't actually corned beef hash. The meat was the right shade, but corned beef never smelled as good as what Korra had made her. She bit down, savoring the unique and delicious flavor of Korra's culinary experiment.
 
�Mmmmm... what is this?� Asami wondered aloud.
 
Korra was smiling broadly. �I'll tell you once you taste everything,� the dusky-skinned girl assured her lover. �Try one of the eggs or the bacon. I made everything fresh myself.�
 
�It's amazing,� Asami assured her. Picking up her knife she cut off a bite of the bacon and brought it to her lips. Her eyes widened. Despite it's strange appearance, the texture was absolutely perfect, and the taste! It was absolutely sublime! �Mmmmmmmm...� Asami groaned in appreciation as the flavors played across her tongue. �That was the best bacon I've ever tasted...�
 
Korra grinned, blushing in embarrassment, her legs crossed under the table. �You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,� she assured her girlfriend. �Now, try one of the eggs and I'll tell you what I used.�
 
Asami, eager to solve the mystery, did exactly as she was told, carefully loading one of the small poached eggs, barely larger than her thumb, onto her fork and bringing it to her lips. The egg burst in her mouth as she bit down, filling it with delicious, gooey warmth. Asami let it linger on her tongue, savoring it before swallowing, and licking her lips just to make sure she had every last drop of the delectable treat.
 
�That was... the best egg I've ever tasted,� Asami declared firmly. �What kind of eggs were they!?�
 
Korra blushed, holding her fist in font of her mouth in embarrassed delight. �They were Korra eggs,� she explained.
 
�Korra eggs?� Asami asked, shocked.
 
�And fresh vulva bacon,� Korra nodded.
 
�And this?� Asami asked, blinking as she pointed at the mixture of meat and potatoes occupying her plate.
 
�Korra womb hash,� Korra smiled. �I'm really glad you like it.�
 
�It's- You're incredible,� Asami stated, taking another bite of her girlfriend's lovingly cooked womb. �But, why?� Asami asked, her curiousity unabated.
 
�It's your birthday,� Korra explained, �and I wanted to do something extra special, just for you.�
 
Asami bit off another piece of the absolutely mouthwatering bacon as she waited for Korra to finish her explanation. Somehow, just knowing what her bacon used to be, knowing she'd kissed and licked it before, and that the girl it was harvested from was her girlfriend, that it was Korra, made it taste even better than before.
 
�You remember a year ago, when you told what the most delicious thing you ever tasted was?� Korra asked.
 
�Girlmeat...� Asami realized, closing her eyes to savor Korra's unique flavor.
 
�I've been thinking about it since then, on and off. I wanted to give you a treat for your birthday, something that meant something...� Korra pause, smiling bashfully. �Me.�
 
�You're incredible,� Asami repeated, complimenting both Korra's taste and generosity as she eagerly devoured more of her lover's shredded womb. �How'd you do it?�
 
�Once I got free of your death grip, you mean?� Korra asked, referring to Asami's clingy nature while asleep.
 
Asami pouted annoyed at her before taking another mouth-watering bite of the Korra womb hash.
 
Korra grinned. �It wasn't easy, the cooking was actually the simple part, I just followed the instructions in the cookboook I found under the bed last week.�
 
Asami's eyes followed her girlfriend's own until they reached a closed book on a stand on the counter; �Serving Girls - A Cookbook.� Asami's eyes widened in shock. That was hers! Her own secret source of fantasy fuel! She blushed nearly crimson embarrassed that Korra had found it even though it was clear that her athletic lover had absolutely no objection to its contents.
 
�No, the hard part... was gathering the ingredients.,� Korra continued, enjoying the lovely shade of red that Asami had turned during her explanation. �You want to know how I did it?� Korra asked, knowing Asami well enough that she hadn't actually needed to ask to know the answer.
 
�Of course!� Asami demanded around another mouthful of Korra's delicious fried, potato-covered womb. Korra could see from the way her pale-skinned lover was moving that her spare hand had vanished under the table and her fingers were already playing with herself in anticipation.
 
�First, I got a knife, a sharp knife; and some water too, for later. Then I sat in that very chair you're sitting in now and spread my legs as wide as I could, exposing my pussy to the kitchen so that I could see what I was about to do...�
 
Asami stared, enraptured as Korra described her morning. She could sense what was about to happen next and- Spirits! It was turning her on so much!
 
�Setting a plate down in front of me, just between my legs, I grabbed one of my pussy lips with my free hands and started to cut. Slowly... From the bottom, all the way to the top I carved off my vulva, just for you...� Korra leaned in. �First one lip... then the other, until I was completely smooth; just a puffy little bulge and a slit to mark my sex.�
 
�Can I see?� Asami pleaded.
 
�Maybe later, if you're a good girl who finishes all your breakfast,� Korra grinned teasingly.
 
�There's no chance of that not happening,� Asami assured her lover. �You're so delectable, I'll probably ask for seconds!�
 
�Mmmmm...� Korra stroked her chin, considering the idea for a few seconds. �Maybe later,� she teased; winking and leaving Asami completely unsure whether her girlfriend was serious or not.
 
�But what about your eggs? And your womb?� Asami questioned before devouring the last bite of the first of her two strips of Korra-bacon.
 
�Remember that knife from earlier?� Korra asked. �I cut right here:� she explained, tracing a line across her apron over what would be the top of her pubic mound. �Then I reached in and grabbed a hold of my ovaries and gently, so as not to break them, and tugged them out, severing them from by womb one after another before placing them carefully on the plate next to my pussy lips.�
 
Asami was using both hands to finger herself now, her fork laying forgotten on her plate. Korra smiled at the sight. It wasn't often that she saw her girlfriend this riled up, it was nice to know that her gift was being appreciated.
 
�Then. I reached in and grabbed a hold of my own womb with my fist, and taking the knife in my off-hand, I just cut it free.�
 
�You cut it free? But... what about kids? You cooked your womb and your ovaries for me...�
 
�Asami, I love you, and all that entails. But... being who we are, there are some things we just can't do with each other. Kids were never in a future where we're together, unless I cheated on you. And I don't plan on being unfaithful, not even for kids, and definitely not after this. If you want to have kids, you can bear them for both of us and I'll love them just the same as if they were mine. Seeing how much you're enjoying eating me? It's a sacrifice I'd gladly make again if I could.�
 
Asami, overwhelmed by Korra's sacrifice and incredibly aroused by the same, seized her lover's lips with the intensity of a full-force typhoon, trying to press into Korra's very being how much she appreciated what her lover had done for her. The kiss lasted an eternity, but several breathless minutes later, they had to come up for air.
 
Korra licked her lips. �Mmmm. I really am delicious.�
 
�Do you want a bite?� Asami asked, uncertain but offering anyway.
 
�No thanks. That's your special birthday treat, not mine.� Korra waved her off.
 
Asami nodded, scooping up another forkful of Korra Womb hash. �What happened next?�
 
�Well, I used the water to heal myself, since I didn't want to bleed out.� Korra paused. �That wouldn't have made a very good gift would it? A dead Korra and a pile of delicious ingredients?�
 
Asami pictured it, her fingers dipping in and out of her completely sopping cunt. While she'd rather have the live Korra watching her eat that she had now, having Korra snuff herself for Asami's gastronomical pleasure was also pretty hot... �I don't know, I definitely wouldn't mind having a bite of your pussy,� Asami teased.
 
�You'll just have to settle for licking it while it's still attached,� Korra retorted, amused.
 
 
Asami nodded, devouring a few more bites of Korra's delectable hashed womb and starting on her second, and final strip of vulva bacon before asking the obvious question. �What next?�
 
�Well, that's actually a bit of a surprise... you'll find out later,� Korra blushed. �But after that," Korra blushed a bit harder, I started cooking my womb for you."
 
Asami took yet another bite of the final results of Korra's efforts, savoring the interplay of flavors on her tongue, the savoriness of the meat, the way the potatoes took up the taste of Korra's most intimate parts. It would have been an amazing meal even if it hadn't represented the lengths that her girlfriend would go to just to make her happy... "Mmmm. It's amazing!" Asami complimented, her fingers dancing over her own pristine lower lips even as she took yet another bite of the bacon made from Korra's own.
 
"After looking through your recipe book and seeing just how worn the page was on the recipe for girl-meat hash, I took a pair of forks..." Korra explained, "and I shredded it for you."
 
"Your womb," Asami repeated, amazed by the lengths her lover had gone to just to make this breakfast special for her.
 
"Yeah," Korra shyly agreed. "It was a lot simpler than I thought it would be, I just went like this," Korra enthusiastically mimed what she had done to her harvested womb, "for a few minutes and then it was ready to cook!"
 
Asami could easily picture Korra tearing her womb apart with the pair of imaginary forks in her hand, repeatedly stabbing them into the meat together and pulling them apart as she quickly reduced the most crucial part of her reproductive tract into the mouth-watering collection of shredded meat the former socialite was currently enjoying.
 
"Mmmm... you have absolutely no idea how hot I am right now," Asami admitted over the slick sound of her fingers diving in and out of her own completely pristine sex.
 
"You know... I could help you with that. It would free up another hand so that you can finish your breakfast..." Korra offered in an obviously fake display of demure hospitality. Her wide blue eyes revealed her real intentions; Asami could tell in an instant just how much her girlfriend wanted to go down on her.
 
Asami grinned back, "I certainly wouldn't mind."
 
Korra slipped easily under the table and before Asami could even blink, she'd removed the light-skinned girl's fingers from their new home and sucked them dry of her lover's juices.
 
"Ah!" Asami panted as Korra dove into her own 'breakfast' with abandon, eagerly licking and sucking every little crevice and fold raven-haired girl's slit.
 
The former socialite, her hands now freed to complete the task her lover had given her, dug into her breakfast just as ardently; practically demolishing the plentiful hash made from her girlfriend's womb and savoring her final strip of the bacon that Korra had harvested her own sex to create for her. All the while, Korra licked and lapped at Asami's own dripping slit, lovingly slathering it with care and attention as she sought to satisfy each and every one of her girlfriend's carnal urges.
 
Asami was in heaven. Korra was the best tasting breakfast she'd ever had. In all the times she'd eaten girl-meat, she'd never felt anything close to this. The taste of her girlfriend's perfectly-cooked pussy lingered on her lips even as the headstrong tomboy kissed and tended to her own needy cunt. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before! Asami had no idea what words she could use to express how special this was, how much this truly meant to her...
 
As the hash swiftly disappeared from her plate, Asami noticed something beneath it, just the edge of something covered and concealed by the combination of potatoes and shredded strips of Korra's womb. It looked thin, and fried. A potato chip, maybe?
 
Curious, Asami pushed the incredible food aside to shed some light on this new mystery. Her eyes widened.
 
"Is this what I think it is?" She asked her lover, pulling her up from between her legs by her soft brown hair.
 
Korra's lips practically sparkled with Asami's arousal as she smiled. "You found them then?" She asked excitedly.
 
"Thank you so much!" Asami seized her lover's lips, kissing them frantically, her mind on the newly revealed morsel crowning her plate; one of Korra's nipples. One of a pair, if she was hearing Korra correctly.
 
She drank in the taste if her own arousal on her lover's lips, wrestling with her tongue as she wondered what Korra thought about tasting herself on Asami's own. She hoped Korra enjoyed it even half as much as she did.
 
"I saw the page for nipple chips was just as worn as the one for girl-meat hash," Korra admitted bashfully, when she finally came up for air. "I know it's lot a full bowl like in the picture, but-"
 
Asami cut her off with another searing kiss.
 
"I don't care if it's not a full bowl, they're yours. I know how sensitive they were!"
 
Korra blushed, "Yeah, it wasn't easy cutting them off, but... I knew you'd love them."
 
Asami nibbled at Korra's neck and whispered in her ear "I do, and I'm going to reward you.. right after I finish eating."
 
Korra shivered in anticipation, watching as Asami picked up a chip and crunched down on it, turning the crowning jewels of her perky breasts into unrecognizable fragments of fried meat dancing on the paler girl's tongue, the nub of her nipple demolished completely by the second bite.
 
"Mmmmm... You're exquisite," Asami declared.
 
Korra blushed happily, "I'm glad you enjoy it."
 
"Not just breakfast," Asami clarified. "You. You're absolutely exquisite, Korra. I can't imagine how I'm going to make this up to you."
 
"You don't have to," Korra stated. "I wanted this. I wanted to cook for you," Korra admitted.
 
"Thank you," Asami replied with all her heart.
 
Korra blushed once more, "Just, just finish your breakfast before it gets cold. I can't cook you another one."
 
Asami nodded and sat down, tearing through her meal while Korra watched, massaging her shoulders. She could feel her girlfriend's completely smooth breasts pressing against her back, only an apron and her own chemise seperating them. She wondered how Korra looked now, was there a scar? Or was she smooth like a doll, with no sign that her girlfriend had ever had nipples in the first place? Asami could barely wait to find out.
 
Bite after bite vanished into Asami's mouth, the remnants of her lover's womb destroyed with each new nibble until there was nothing left on her plate but a single remaining poached ovary.
 
Gingerly, Asami rolled it onto her fork and brought to to her lips, staring deeply into her lover's eyes as she bit down. The last remnant of Korra's reproductive system burst between her teeth, showering her tongue in the most delicious fluid Asami had ever tasted. Asami savored her lover's flavor, knowing she'd probably never taste anything like it again, and certainly never taste anything as meaningful. She could feel the poached remnants of Korra's eggs completely covering her lips, and she leaned back, catching Korra by surprised as she reached up and drew her in for yet another kiss.
 
�Try some,� Asami commanded, pursing her lips for her lover to lick clean. Korra, more than a little turned on by her girlfriend's occasionally dominant nature, agreed, licking Asami's naturally red lips clean of the mess she'd made.
 
Korra's eyes widened. �I'm delicious!� She exclaimed, finally understanding why girl-meat was her lover's favorite food.
 
�Yes, you were,� Asami smiled wryly. �It's a shame we can't have girl-meat more often,� Asami lamented, but her mood picked up when a thought occurred to her. �Now, I believe you promised me a reward if I finished all my food?�
 
Korra glanced thoughtfully at the girlmeat cookbook she found under their bed. Nipple chips and girl-meat hash weren't the only well thumbed pages of the collection. Asami had even dog-eared the entry for fresh braised girl-meat filet, and Korra couldn't help but notice that the picture of the braised pussy on the page looked remarkably like her own.
 
�That's right,� Korra agreed. �I did promise you a surprise...� Korra paused. �Race you to the bedroom?� Korra shot her lover a sly look and took off before Asami could even get out of her chair.
 
�Hey! No fair!� The fully fed girl protested.
 
Maybe one day Korra would crack open Asami's favorite book again, but it wasn't today. Today, Korra had to make sure that Asami had an absolutely unforgettable birthday.
 
The End