Korra is sweaty, pissed off at her own training routine, muscles tight, hair stuck to her neck, and the last thing she expects is Asami rolling in with that smug little I’ve-been-building-something-naughty smile. She’s not here to cheer from the sidelines. She’s got a “new project” she just has to field test, and of course it’s something only a horny rich genius like her would even think of: a bending-powered cock that literally moves with water. Not a normal toy, not just a strapon with some extra vibration, but a smooth, fluid shaft that swells, twists, pulses like it’s alive, all under Korra’s control or Asami’s, depending who’s calling the shots. It looks like something between a sex toy and a high-end smartphone prototype, and also like it should not be anywhere near a vagina without a full safety manual, but that’s part of the charm. Asami’s already acting like she knows Korra is going to say yes. She’s not wrong.

There’s no shy “maybe we should kiss first” energy here. These two already fucked before, they already tasted each other, they already did the whole slow finger teasing in a Satomobile and then pretended it was an accident. Now it’s just straight to that hungry, familiar “I want you again” vibe. Korra’s body goes from combat stance to fuck-me stance in one breath. Clothes come off with that messy, rushed feel, not pretty, not staged. Sports top half rolled, pants around one ankle, Asami still wearing something stupidly stylish because of course she is, one glove off so she can adjust settings on her new toy and the other still on when she grabs Korra’s hair. The game pulls you right into that moment where Korra spreads her thighs almost impatient, a little arrogant, like she’s challenging the machine to keep up with her. Then you see the water respond: tightening, swirling, the shaft reshaping with every tiny flick of bending, going from thick and blunt to slim and pointed, then bulging on one side to grind right on that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. It’s not just porn, it’s literally fashion for fucking: change the shape, change the curve, change how it shines with the reflections on her wet skin. I wish her sports gear changed look after all that sweat and sex, but it stays annoyingly clean in some scenes and it bothers me way more than it should.

What I liked most is how it lets Korra be a show off and a mess at the same time. One second she’s grinning with that cocky “Avatar can handle anything” face, bending the water so the shaft pistons deep and strong, hitting her own cervix just because she wants to feel the edge of pain. Next second she loses focus, the shape slips thicker than she expected, and she gasps, hips jerking, eyes rolling up as Asami leans in and whispers shit in her ear. There’s a moment where Asami straps the rig to herself, and suddenly it’s not just some remote toy, it’s Asami with this liquid, shifting dick, using Korra like a training dummy on the mat, fucking her from behind while Korra claws the ground, water pooling under her belly from all the bending feedback and her own juices. They skip all the cutesy warm up and just go hard, like two women who already know every weak spot, every sound. The toy curves up, grinding her clit from the inside while Asami’s hand circles from the outside, and Korra’s thighs are shaking like she just finished a full day of sparring. It’s obscene, but in that very specific “of course this is what these two would invent together” way. You can feel that this isn’t some random lesbian scene thrown together, it’s Asami treating sex like tech design, and Korra treating a dildo like it’s just another way to push her limits. Eventually the water is splashing, her voice is cracking, Asami’s lipstick is smeared, and everything feels messily right and also slightly unsafe, which is exactly why it works.

This thing feels like somebody’s dirty fanfic got drunk and clicked “start game” on itself. You open it and Korra is already chained up, pissed off, still trying to act like the proud Avatar while her whole situation screams “nope, you’re fucked now”. Literally. The vibe is very “captured heroine in a shitty warehouse” but with that weird porn logic where everything is about testing how far you can push her until she stops fighting and starts moaning. You’re not some heroic dude either, more like this smug bastard with a massive cock who keeps poking at her pride and her sexuality, saying it’s all a dream, that nothing is real, so she should just relax and “enjoy the fantasy”. It’s messed up and the game knows it, doesn’t pretend it’s romantic, just leans hard into corrupting a stubborn lesbian who keeps shouting no while her body betrays her.

What surprised me is how much of it is about her face. Not just facial in the porn tag sense, but the way the whole thing focuses on her expression changing, little by little. At first she’s all rage, teeth clenched, trying to pull her wrists free from the chains. Then you start undressing her, slow, stripping away that “I’m the Avatar” attitude together with her clothes. Bra gone, pants gone, she’s still spitting insults, but her eyes flick down when you pull your cock out. There’s this one moment where the camera lingers while she’s pretending not to look, and you can almost hear her brain breaking a bit, like “fuck, it’s big” and she hates that she noticed. That moment sold the whole game for me more than the actual penetration. And then you push in anyway, no warm up, just forcing her tight little pussy to stretch around you while she yells that she’s gay, that she only likes girls. The dialogue is twisted, you keep talking soft, saying it’s just a dream, that she can blame it on that later, and you pound her harder while she tries to hold her breath so she doesn’t moan. The first time she slips and lets out a real, shaky moan, the game lingers on it. It’s fucked up and hot and I kinda hated myself for liking it.

Once you start creampie territory, things escalate. She tries to squeeze her legs shut, but you’ve got her chained, so you just drag her hips closer and slam all the way in, balls deep, until her attitude fully cracks. There’s a scene where you pull out and shoot on her face, messy dripping cumshot, then shove it back inside her again, like you’re marking every hole just because you can. Honestly, the way it plays with that “I’m a lesbian, this isn’t supposed to happen” line gets repetitive, but when she finally gasps that it feels good anyway, that she can’t stop, it hits like a climax for the story too. She ends up full of cum, dripping from her pussy, breathing hard, eyes a bit empty and a bit turned on, like she knows there’s no going back. I kept thinking the game would soften up at the end, let her pretend she hated all of it, but no, it just leaves her there, chained, stuffed, with that ruined-legend vibe. Kind of like when you close some nasty incognito tab and promise yourself you’ll be better next time, even though you already know you’re lying.

Korra’s here, but not like in the cartoon where she runs around saving people and throwing rocks. Here she’s chained up, naked or almost naked depending how mean you feel that minute, stuck in this tiny room that feels like a bad basement from a porn comic. You load the thing in your browser and it hits you fast: no story intro, no fake romance, just Korra already captured, metal on her wrists, tits out if you want, and you basically decide what kind of bastard you’re going to be. It reminds me of those old flash hentai toys where nothing is really “smooth,” but that roughness kind of makes it hotter, like you’re messing with a dirty sprite sheet that escaped from Newgrounds and discovered cumshots.

What it really plays like: you’ve got this side panel that’s doing all the work. Hair, outfit bits, skin tone, little details that fans of her will notice right away, and you keep poking around to see how far it lets you twist her look while she’s stuck in those chains. One click and her clothes peel off piece by piece, another click and you change her expression from angry to broken or wet and needy, even if the text never says anything. Sometimes her eyes look like she wants to murder you, sometimes like she’s pretending not to like it while you pound her pussy anyway. It’s not deep, but in a porn toy like this, “does her ass jiggle when I change position” is the kind of question that matters. The animation has that old-style feeling, a bit stiff, a bit loopy, like a pixelated sex puppet, but it does exactly what your dick wants. I wish they had a little sound toggle that let you shut off some tiny click noise there, but yeah, that’s just me getting stuck on one small thing I keep noticing every time and now I can’t unhear it.

The real hook is how you push the scene to that final mess. You try different looks, lock her in that chained pose, fuck her hard, switch angles, and then watch her get drenched when you hit the cumshot, again and again, painting her face or covering her tits or filling her, depending what option you poke at on the panel. It scratches that “I trapped the heroine and no one is coming to help” itch without pretending to be more than a horny toy, and there’s something a bit evil seeing this strong bender reduced to a customizable fuckdoll you can tweak like a character skin in some old fan game. At the same time it’s almost too basic, like you keep expecting a new trick in the panel that never shows up, but you still sit there redoing hairstyles and clothing scraps and trying another climax because the loops are short and your brain is already in caveman mode. It’s dirty, lazy, strangely nostalgic, and kind of perfect for when you only want Korra chained up, stripped, and forced to take it whether she likes it or not, with your mouse hand deciding how ruined she ends up looking when the last drop hits her.