Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Commission

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.

One thing had led to another and they'd wound up in bed together that night, her and Daro. Their drunken tryst had not been a one off affair either, and instead had developed into a full-blown affair that had been going on ever since. All of the complaints that Asami had just voiced about Daro's 'work ethic' were in fact related to Korra.

Whenever he was taking time off, it was to be with her. Whenever he left work for an emergency, it was because she called him to demand his time. That 'friend' of his who he'd taken the day off to be with because she had a bad cold was in fact Korra, who had in fact been quite sick at the time. Not that Asami had even been aware that her wife was ill, or that it was her assistant who'd helped nurse Korra back to health.

Hearing the words 'he simply doesn't have his priorities straight' from the lips of the woman who had failed to prioritize their marriage pretty much every single day for the last two and a half years, something in Korra… snaps. Daro had been there for her when Asami wasn't, time and time again.

In fact, a few months back, on Korra and Asami's second anniversary and the first anniversary of her and Daro's affair, he'd even bought Korra a beautiful ring. He hadn't proposed directly or anything, but he'd presented it to her all the same with a simple promise… if she ever wanted someone who would actually be there for her, she just had to say the word.

Needless to say, Korra hadn't answered him that night, or any night since. They'd still gotten together regularly, for shopping trips, or sexual liaisons, or even sometimes to just sit on the couch together and listen to the radio. But she wasn't sure she could give Asami up, even after everything. She loved Asami, but clearly Asami loved her work and her company's legacy more than she loved Korra.

In that moment, hearing Asami talk about her plans to fire Daro, Korra realizes what she has to do. Unbeknownst to her wife, the dark-skinned Avatar begins to plot right then and there. 

From Asami's point of view, Korra seemingly accepts her reasons for needing to fire Daro with good grace. Then, she brings out some of their finer wines and Asami, eager to reconnect with her beloved wife after so long, happily drinks with her.

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"Gaaaaaaagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Asami wakes up to something thick, throbbing, and meaty deep inside of her throat. Her instinctive reaction is to try to bite down, but her jaw is stretched wide by the intrusion, and the intrusion is so fast and violent that she can't actually angle her teeth to attempt to chomp at it.

Eyes blinking open even as tears fall from them, Asami tries to figure out what's happening… even as she finds herself staring up into the handsome face of one Daro Falk, his cock pistoning in and out of her throat like there's no tomorrow.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

The last thing Asami remembers is Korra bringing out the fine wines and the two of them sharing a drink… or was it drinks? She can't actually recall how much she drank before darkness took over and she found herself unconscious. But now she finds herself waking up to her own assistant giving her a hard face fucking with a far fatter, thicker cock than she'd ever imagined him having.

Still trying to recover her senses, Asami is powerless to stop Daro from suddenly cumming down her throat with a grunt. He unloads in her mouth and forces her to drink it all down lest she drown instead. His seed pours and pours down the back of her throat, and if she doesn't swallow it all, she's quite sure she'll asphyxiate on his cum.

Finally though, it's over. Daro finishes up and pulls his cock out of her throat and mouth, revealing it to be every inch as huge as she'd felt it was when it was railing her esophagus. Gagging, gasping, and sputtering, Asami glares up at her assistant, despite knowing that she must look like a miserable state right now.

Especially since she's just realizing she's been stripped naked and tied up while she was unconscious. Her tits and cunt are both out, with the rope binding her breasts at their bases and also forcibly restraining her arms behind her back, arching her spine in a way that only serves to accentuate her exposed… assets.

"What… w-what is the meaning of this?! R-Release me at once, Daro!"

Her assistant just stares down at her, a contempt in his eyes that Asami has never seen the young man from the Earth Kingdoms express before. He looks as though he truly holds her in little esteem, but that doesn't make any sense! She's his boss, the woman who writes his paychecks! Where is this even coming from?!

Before she can demand answers from the so-far silent young man, the door to the room opens and Korra steps in wearing a truly racy, incredibly skimpy set of Water Tribe lingerie. Asami's jaw drops open and her mouth goes dry at the sight, not just because she didn't even know Korra owned such clothing, not just because Korra looks spectacular in it… but also because of what it means for these circumstances.

Wearing a smirk alongside her lingerie, Korra saunters over and proceeds to drape herself across Daro, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself into him as she leans her chin on his shoulder in order to look down at Asami's kneeling, bound form.

"What's the meaning of this? I should think it would be obvious, my dear wife. The meaning of this is quite simple… it's time for you to learn your place, Asami."

W-What?! Her place?! Asami blushes but also hisses, feeling rather conflicted for a moment. On the one hand, she was one of the most powerful women in the world thanks to the success of her business. In her day to day activities as CEO of Future Industries, she didn't take shit from no one… she couldn't afford to.

On the other hand, Asami had always been the bottom in her and Korra's sexual relationship… well, back when they'd had a sexual relationship anyways. She'd always enjoyed having the Avatar overpower her physically, the two of them quite liking that dynamic of Korra having her way with Asami. Very rarely did they ever try it vice versa.

But of course, Asami had never let Korra's domineering attitude in the bedroom stop her from arguing for the sake of her business and work. And truthfully, it had been a long time since they'd been in bed together. And now Asami is beginning to realize WHY Korra had seemingly stopped caring about all of that.

"Daro has been there for me when you refused to be time and time again. It started with our very first anniversary, but it's only extended from there. At first it was about pleasure… he does things for me that I'm afraid you never could, even when you paid me the slightest bit of mind."

Asami flushes at that. Did that mean Daro was in charge where he and Korra were concerned? 

"… But it's more than that. He's also shown me more love and affection, more care and comfort, than you've been capable of in two and a half years of marriage. He's been at my side whenever you refused to be. Some nights we don't even have sex, we just talk and cuddle."

Finally, it's laid bare before her. Finally, the CEO of Future Industries realizes that at somewhere along the way, she lost the plot and lost sight of what really mattered. Of course, that doesn't mean Asami moves straight to apologies. She's still tied up and naked, and just had her throat raped by her own fucking assistant!

"That's-!"

But before she can even begin arguing, Korra steps out from behind Daro and stalks forward, planting a foot on Asami's chest and forcing her to teeter and then topple backwards onto her back.

"Shut up, bitch. You're in our home now… and you're going to submit."

Asami doesn't even get another word in edgewise before Korra sits down on her face. The skimpy nature of the lingerie exposes the Water Tribe Woman's cunt lips, which plant right atop Asami's mouth without hesitation or mercy. In the end, Asami can't do anything but eat Korra out, because if she doesn't, the Avatar's insistent rubbing threatens to asphyxiate and smother her.

Meanwhile, even as Asami is submitting to her wife for the first time in who knows how long… she feels a pair of strong, masculine hands spread her legs apart and that thick, massive, spit-polished cock her assistant was sporting drives into her pussy without hesitation.

It's been even longer since Asami has had a man inside of her. And no man she ever lay with before marrying Korra had a dick as big as Daro's. The young Earth Kingdoms native is truly well-endowed, and his phallus splits Asami like nothing else, filling her with pain but also pleasure as he begins to piston in and out of her dry cunt with reckless abandon.

She doesn't stay dry for long though, much to Asami's consternation. Whether it's because of her body's natural response to being dominated by Korra, or simply because she's being fucked well and truly, her traitorous figure starts to respond to the forced threesome she unwittingly finds herself in. Her pussy walls begin to grow wetter and wetter by the moment, and Korra doesn't help matters by eventually spinning around so she's facing Daro… and can play with Asami's bound breasts with impunity.

"That's right bitch. Cum for Daro. Cum for my husband."

What?! Her husband?! Asami's mind flickers back to the short time where she witnessed her wife before Korra had walked over. Her memories focus on the wedding band around Korra's left ring finger… and she realizes it's not the one Asami gave to her. It's a different one entirely.

It can't be legal of course, but nothing about any of this is particularly legal. In that moment, the realization that Korra has set Asami aside for Daro… begins the shattering of the mosaic that is Asami Sato's mind. Perhaps if she could have escaped then and there things could have still been repaired, she still could have made a full recovery… but that's not to be.

Daro continues to fuck her with the biggest cock she's ever taken, and Korra continues to demean and denigrate her with every word out of the Avatar's mouth. On top of that though, Korra knows Asami's body better than anybody. She knows just how to play with Asami so that the bound CEO can do nothing but cum again and again upon Daro's cock, moaning up into Korra's cunt as she's forced to continue eating her wife out.

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.

-x-X-x-

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.