Putting Business First (Legend of Korra)

Putting Business First (Legend of Korra)

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Themes: Cuckquean, Threesome, Dom/Sub

Summary: After Asami and Korra get married, things aren't exactly all sunshine and roses. Mostly because Asami puts her business first and leaves Korra neglected.

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In hindsight, it all starts with success. Asami Sato marries Korra, not because she's the Avatar, but in spite of her status. Because at the end of the day, they love one another and being together is what both of them want most out of life. Or rather, what both of them SHOULD want most out of life.

Around the same time that they get married, Future Industries, her father's company, truly begins to recover from the damage he'd done before his imprisonment. This is in large part to Asami taking over as CEO and guiding the massive conglomerate down a better path, one that will guarantee it to be a long term success.

However, in order to assure that long term success, Asami must dedicate much of herself in the short term. Under her leadership, Future Industries had thrived and prospered far faster than anyone would have predicted, but that had come at a cost. While Asami delegated where she felt she could, the situations where that was the case in her mind were few and far in between.

In the end, she handled all of the bigger business, including deals, trade agreements, securing new supply lines, and much, much more. She was praised far and wide as a consummate businesswoman, an unstoppable juggernaut, and an unrelenting force. Even her detractors likened her to an undefeated tyrant, their respect begrudging but there all the same.

There was a cost to this though... and that cost was her wife, Korra. Many times only mere months into their marriage, Asami would find herself having to cancel dinner, forced to stay late at the office. Not by anyone above her mind you, but by her own need for perfection, by her own obsession with growing her company.

One time, Asami didn't manage to make it home for even a single minute for two weeks straight. This, of course, strained things massively between Asami and Korra. Korra wasn't some gold digger or trophy wife archetype that would be content with Asami ignoring her while she spent some sizable but still insignificant portion of the immense family fortune that the businesswoman was creating.

She hadn't married Asami for money or comfort, but rather for love... and she was never a particularly shy person to begin with. There had been arguments galore between the two women, both at home and even at work over the phone or a few times when Korra came in.

Eventually, there came the day that probably should have broken the camel's back, so to speak. One year into their marriage, and approximately one year into Future Industries' monumental success, Asami had to miss their anniversary because a particularly important project required her personal presence.

It should have probably been the end of their relationship. If Asami had managed to make it to a phone to call Korra and tell her personally, it likely would have resulted in her coming home to an empty mansion whenever she next managed to, with Korra having moved herself and her things out and filed for divorce. Perhaps it would have been the wakeup call that Asami needed, or perhaps it would have simply been a disappointing end to a lovely romance between two beautiful women.

But for want of a nail, that was not what happened. Asami could not get to a phone that day, so instead she'd had to send her Personal Assistant to tell Korra directly that she wouldn't make it home for their Anniversary. A young man named Daro Falk, Asami's PA was from the Earth Kingdom, about Korra's age. He was a smart and capable assistant with decent physical features. In truth, Asami had originally hired him solely because he was pretty enough to look at. Both she and Korra were bisexual after all, though Asami had never once considered straying from Korra and asking Daro to have her... needs taken care of.

Regardless, with the situation being so time sensitive and her options closed off to her, Asami had been forced to dispatch Daro. Even as focused as she was on business, Asami wasn't completely oblivious or totally lacking in self-awareness. As such, when she'd come back from the project a week later, she'd fully expected Korra to be furious with her, and to spend quite a long time in the doghouse so to speak.

... That hadn't happened. Instead, Asami had returned home to a surprisingly happy wife who had hugged her, kissed her, and asked her how the project was going. Too caught up in her work to truly question it, Asami hadn't stopped to wonder why Korra wasn't mad. She hadn't stopped to consider why her wife seemed perfectly fine with Asami missing their first anniversary. Perhaps if she had, something of the situation could have still been salvaged or changed.

For a long while after that, months and months in fact, things were... good. Asami continued to throw herself into her work, not having had the wakeup call that she truly needed. She continued to miss most of the date nights and events that she and Korra were supposed to have together. Their moments as a married couple were just as few and far in between as before, but now there were no arguments about it, no nothing.

Korra didn't even turn cold in those ensuing months. She seemed perfectly happy to leave Asami to her work. In return, the businesswoman never noticed the small things. Such as Korra not minding as much as she had in the past when Asami was busy for long stretches of time, or the extra spending the Avatar was suddenly doing as she went shopping more and more frequently. Korra even asked for Daro's number at one point, saying that she'd prefer to have a familiar face to help her whenever Asami was too busy.

These things, especially that last one, should have been the red flags Asami needed in order to see what was going on right before her eyes. But the very reason that it was going on in the first place, that being her obsession with the company, was exactly why she was blind to the truth. She was so focused on her work that she never even bothered to think about it.

This continued for over a year, their second anniversary coming and passing them by with Asami once again missing it and not even considering things. Future Industries continued expanding and growing, all under Asami's very direct leadership, and in turn the lack of delegation and the growth of the business meant that she was forced to spend more and more of her time in the office, and less and less with Korra.

The lack of any sort of anger or disappointment from Korra's side, as there'd been in the first year of their marriage, makes it all too easy for Asami to truly drown herself in her work. Until one day... she finds herself thinking about her beloved wife out of nowhere. And then she realizes, she can't remember the last time that she saw Korra, the last time that she held her own wife.

That wasn't right, and even someone as single-minded and obsessive as Asami was able to recognize that fact. Feeling a heavy sense of longing and a strange sort of distress wash over her, Asami clears her schedule for the evening, a rare moment of delegation from the normally overbearing CEO of Future Industries. Then, picking up dinner, she heads over to her and Korra's place.

Korra is certainly surprised to see her, but not displeased. Her wife welcomes her presence and the two deal with the takeout themselves, moving to the dining room and unloading boxes. It's a callback to old times, back before they had all of their wealth, all of their comforts. Sitting there at the too-long dining table, Asami at the head and Korra on the corner next to her, they eat and talk and... it's good. Really good.

"I didn't realize how much I needed this, Korra."

Korra just smiles at that, resting a hand on Asami's arm for a moment before pulling it away. Asami doesn't read into the action as much as she probably should have. Then again, she's missed many context clues over the past year and a half. At this point, she can't even tell that her darling wife has a dildo up her ass put there by someone other than Asami herself.

Eventually, Korra transitions the conversation to talking about Asami's assistant.

"And how is Daro doing?"

Asami sighs, considering that situation for a moment before smiling softly.

"He's been good enough, I suppose. But... yes, I think it's time. Tomorrow, I'll have to fire him."

This prompts a choking response from Korra as her food almost goes down the wrong pipe. Asami is alarmed for a moment but Korra holds up a hand to stop her from helping, her other hand in a fist beating against her upper chest for a moment before she manages to recover.

"A-Ah, ahem... may I ask why?"

Still not realizing anything is wrong, Asami shrugs as she looks back to her own food.

"He's simply not as dedicated as I want him to be."

She plans to leave it there, figuring Korra wouldn't care about the specifics... but she's wrong. Korra leans forward, and runs a hand along Asami's arm, humming questioningly.

"Oh?"

Leaning into her wife's touch with a smile, Asami elaborates.

"His devotion to work is lacking. He takes time off far too frequently; he's constantly leaving work for emergencies. He does try to make up the hours, but he often comes up short. Hell, there was one time he took an entire day off to take care of a friend who had come down with a bad cold. Not because he himself was sick, but because of a friend. He's a good kid, but he simply doesn't have his priorities straight, especially not for what I'm paying him."

Of course, unbeknownst to Asami, all of this is precisely the wrong thing to say. That fateful night a year and a half ago on their first anniversary when Asami had sent Daro to give the news to Korra, her darling wife had already been somewhat tipsy upon his arrival. Korra had demanded Daro sit and eat the meal she'd painstakingly cooked with her, and at the same time had brought out several more bottles of wine for them to share together then she'd originally intended on imbibing.

Finally, Asami feels it... she feels the tell-tale signs of a man about to cum. Even though it's been a while, she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that Daro is going to fill her any second with his ejaculation.

"MMMPH! MMM!"

She tries to beg for him not to cum inside, she tries to demand they stop this before it can go too far... but to no avail. Daro cums in her, filling Asami's womb with his seed, and in that moment another part of her fractures, the mosaic breaking just a bit more, like a spider-web across glass.

After they've all gotten off, Korra climbs up from Asami's face and Daro pulls out of her pussy. Grabbing her by the hair, Korra forces Asami back up onto her knees, before sauntering around until she's standing right in front of the tied up CEO.

Asami can't help but feel a little listless and dazed, not even able to muster up a voice to demand her release anymore as she feels Daro's seed slowly leaking out of her. However, when Korra bends over at the waist right in front of her, reaching out with one hand to grab Asami by her hair while the other hand reaches down to spread her own pussy lips nice and wide... then Asami pays attention.

"I'm ovulating today, Asami. I'm so very fertile. I never thought I wanted children, but maybe that's because I knew I didn't want children with YOU. With Daro though?"

Korra's smile is wide and wicked, even as Daro grabs her by her hips and thrusts into her from behind. The Avatar takes his massive bitch breaker of a cock much better than Asami did, grunting a little bit before moaning up a storm as she shudders happily. Looking down into Asami's eyes, Korra pants as she's bounced back and forth on Darro's cock. She happily thrusts her hips back into his dick, even as he roughly plows her from behind.

"He's fucking me, Asami. My darling husband is going to impregnate me right in front of your eyes. Isn't that lovely? Doesn't that feel... right?"

A shudder goes through Asami's body. Perhaps it's more of a spasm. Regardless, as she watches Korra get fucked by the same dick that fucked her, Asami Sato cannot bring herself to look away. Judging by the prepared grip Korra has on her hair, she wouldn't have been allowed to even if she tried. She wouldn't have even been allowed to shut her eyes, maybe.

... But it doesn't matter what she wouldn't have been allowed to do, because in the end, it never comes up. Instead, Asami Sato watches every bit of the following depravations of her own volition. Oh she's still tied up and all that, so it's not like she could leave if she wanted to. But at the same time, Asami doesn't look away for even a second.

As much as she hates herself, as much as she hates to admit it... there's something truly intoxicating about the sight of Korra being fucked by Asami's assistant. Maybe it's the realization that she'd failed her wife all these years, and Daro had been the one who had to step in and handle things in her absence. Maybe it's the idea of Korra giving birth to his child after having been bred silly right in front of Asami's eyes.

... Maybe it's something as simple as the look of ecstasy and pleasured bliss on Korra's face. When was the last time Asami made Korra this happy? When was the last time she made Korra cum her brains out like this? Had it ever happened? Had she ever been able to give Korra what Daro could give her?

That night, Asami Sato becomes a cuckquean. She wanted to hate it, but seeing Korra being fucked from behind, her breasts played with as Daro reaches around, of watching Korra get fucked into a vaginal creampie and then an anal creampie for good measure... Asami loves every second of it.

The mind of Asami Sato shatters, the mosaic defaced and destroyed in a dozen different ways as she kneels there watching that debauched sight. And ultimately, when she puts herself back together again, it's with the help of Korra and Daro.

Many hours later, after Korra is happily fucked and has sucked Daro's cock clean, Asami's assistant looks at her with a darkness in his eyes that she knows she can't escape and finally speaks.

"I think the three of us need to have a long talk about our new relationship."

Kneeling there in a puddle of her own juices formed from her many, many orgasms from watching him fuck Korra, Asami just whimpers, knowing full well that this conversation was not going to go her way... and feeling a deep, visceral excitement at that idea all the same.

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Eight months later, Asami sits in her office behind her desk, still working hard. She's delegated a bit more, but not by much. Future Industries is still the biggest company in the world though, and she's commonly considered the greatest businesswoman in the world as well. But under that façade is Asami's true self.

After finishing something up, Asami sits back in her chair for a moment... and then reaches over and picks up her phone, placing a call. A few seconds later, her 'wife' answers her, Korra's happy voice coming over the other end of the line.

"Ah, Asami. Having a good day at work?"

"It's going well enough. How are you doing?"

This never would have happened before, but considering Korra was now eight months pregnant, Asami liked to check in on her regularly. Even if the baby wasn't hers... it didn't matter.

They talk for a little while before she hears the sound of a door opening and closing on Korra's end of the line, followed by Daro's voice.

"That the bitch?"

"Yes honey!"

Asami flushes, but it's not like she can deny it. Especially since under her business attire, branded onto each of her ass cheeks, are the words 'THE' and 'BITCH' in capital letters. Anyone who saw her naked would know her for what she truly was, to be honest. A stupid bitch who'd let the best thing that ever happened to her slip through her fingers and was now nothing more than a cuckquean to her wife and her wife's husband.

In mere moments, Asami hears the telltale sounds of moaning as Daro begins fucking Korra in the ass. At this stage of Korra's pregnancy, anal sex was the only form of sex she could safely engage in. Moaning up a storm, Korra is happy to tell Asami exactly what's happening over the phone of course.

"Oh! Oh, he's fucking my ass, Asami~ my husband is filling my bowels with his big fat cock! It feels so good... I love it so much!"

Blushing up a storm, Asami sets her office into lockdown mode and leans further back in her chair, her free hand diving down to her crotch as she happily begins to play with herself right then and there.

As the sounds of her former assistant, now a man she was paying a massive monthly 'I'm fucking your girl who is now my baby mama' tax, fucks Korra's ass, Asami cries happy, orgasmic tears, knowing that there's no getting back what she'd let herself lose... but also knowing that Korra was happier now.

That was all that really mattered in the end. Asami's own degenerate pleasure at being cucked by the man who had shown her wife love, affection, and care when she herself couldn't is truly secondary to Korra's happiness. The Water Tribe Woman deserved the world, but Asami had completely and utterly failed to give it to her.

She'd failed to take into account Korra's needs to such a horrendous extent that Korra's needs had wound up fulfilled by another source. This failure was solely Asami's failure. This situation was solely a situation of Asami's own making.

That was why... she wouldn't fight it. Not ever. This was where she belonged, in this office listening to her wife being fucked by a man who made a better spouse for Korra than Asami ever did. Here, she could continue to grow Future Industries, not for its own sake as she had previously, but for the sake of the family that Korra and Daro were now building. Here, Asami would support her wife and her wife's husband the best way she could, with her business acumen.

As Korra moans out, Asami shudders and shivers in excitement, knowing that Daro is making Korra cum like she never could. And... she knows everything is exactly as it should be.

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