...ound him, smiling at him.
With one sharp, fluid thrust, he's fully inside of her – Korra can't help but cry out slightly from the jolt of pain that accompanies his entrance, but the look of ecstasy on his face makes it worth it. The feeling of being filled, stretched, is unknown to her, but not entirely unpleasant.
Mako trembles slightly above her, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Slowly, he opens his eyes, worry etched in his features.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, caressing her face. She leans into his touch.
"It'll pass," she says. And it does – a few seconds later and everything feels decidedly less unpleasant to her. She's no expert at these kind of things, but she's sure the effort Mako's making to hold still has to be immense.
"You can move now," she says, and he does, slowly at first, pace quickening as he thrusts in and out of her. She whimpers, clutching onto his shoulders, the sensations coursing through her body, setting her on fire. It doesn't hurt anymore; the pleasure is overriding the pain.
"I'm.. almost there," Mako grinds out, pace growing frantic.
She jerks her hips up to meet his every thrust, and suddenly she's crying out as lights explode behind her eyes an...