Aftermath

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Bran was a little bit overwhelmed as the girl nodded, face still buried in his chest, the Avatar was still twitching and trembling from the mind-blowing fuck she just had.

He thought he was just wondering the grounds and fucking the first hottie he’d come across, but now he found out that he’d managed to pick the one room the AVATAR was staying in?! She was a broad who was going to spend her years bringing harmony to the whole world or something. Probably get involved with all sorts of dangerous benders, bandits, and belligerent bastards in power.

And Bran was now in the middle of all that.

"I guess Tenzin finally got tired of me bugging him about his breeding duties, huh? Or did the White Lotus finally realize it's time I got some sex education now cause they saw what a horny place Republic City is?" said the Avatar still atop him and the length of his softened dick still partially inside her, between its bulk and the covetous grip of her pussy it wasn't going anywhere until they moved.

And they were both way too comfortable for that just yet.

Korra hadn’t really stopped talking since their lovemaking, “Ahh! It felt so good! Was it, um, was it good for you? I don’t know what I could have done better. It sort of felt like someone else took over when the Avatar state activated, do you think that was Kyoshi? Or Yangchen? I bet you hope it wasn’t Aang!”

Her laughter just seemed to punctuate Bran’s concerns. It wasn’t like he was upset with fucking her, far from it. Getting to take the Avatar’s virginity was a fact that was making him hard again already. (Mostly out of a wish to grab the rest of her first times as well.)

No, he was just worried about the future and if he’d managed to fuck up something important. She’d said ‘The Avatar is yours’. Bran was not a man who desired big power or ruling anything. He’d always thought that these ‘super-villains’ that the newspaper’s weekly comic strip showed fighting Aang always seemed to want to rule the world but never had the leadership to follow through. Can you imagine the paperwork of owning all four nations? Fuck that. Give Bran enough money for a cold beer and a hot girl in front of a sunset and he’d be content.

But now he owned the Avatar’s pussy.

Spirits, how did that work? He hadn't paid it too much mind, but at least a quarter or more of the women he'd fucked this past week had said something similar after he'd had his fill of their charms. Tori had been the first to declare him her pussy's lover and he'd been pleased as punch to enjoy that notion, stringing her along while reveling in her having to settle for Rivrar's basic moon-eyed prick.

But the Avatar?! The bitch who was supposed to unite the world, bring peace, and all the shit that's supposed to happen? The last Avatar before her had gone on an epic quest, fought the Fire Lord, and then ended the Hundred Year War all while being super heroic and good and shit.

And now the Next was his slutty sex toy?

That seemed like he was messing with the fulcrum the entire world rested upon and the notion of his plunging hips sending the whole edifice plunging into the abyss turned his stomach slightly.

“I always heard that it was a sign of a loser to have your pussy fall in love on your first round of sex,” she continued to talk as Bran ruminated. “Do you know if that’s right? I guess with a big piece of meat like yours, you’ve probably had tons of girls fall for you. You were really good at it as well. I had no chance!”

There was a bit of a pause as they sat there together before the Avatar once more broke the ice.

“Um, do you think I could know your name?”

With a sigh, he decided to finally engage with the poor overexcited girl, “Bran.”

She smiled at his turned head, “Bran. Bran! I like that name. For the record I’m Korra, the new Avatar after Aang.”

“Yeah, I picked that up,” He nodded while leaning back on the bed. Her attitude was picking him up a little. The radiant feeling of a virgin’s world being rocked always left him feeling happy and a bit smug, “And for the record, you were pretty great. Scared me at the end, but I guess that’s on me for not realizing who I was laying with.”

“You didn’t? Fair enough. That seems pretty normal since I’ve been here less than a week.” She leant back to join him, their heads leaning against the cracked brick wall together, “So did someone hire you, Bran? Cause if so, you need a raise.”

The man shook his head, "Nah. Just some guy. I felt like visiting the Island, maybe fuck an acolyte or Tenzin’s wife a bit. You know…"

The conversation petered out as the wave of post-climax satiation and fatigue that hit them both finally crested, taking a loudly snoring Bran first. With one of his hands still clutching her butt, Korra didn't see any reason to get up. Having a nice thick penis inside her seemed perfectly normal and perfectly nice, so she laid her face back down on Bran's hairy chest and closed her eyes.

The commotion on Air Temple Island was palpable as news of the Avatar entering the Avatar State spread like wildfire.

The unexpected moment of power had caught the attention of one of her diligent White Lotus guards, who couldn't resist checking on her safety. Opening the door briefly, he was greeted with a sight that would undoubtedly become the talk of the island: the Avatar, Korra, in the midst of the Avatar State while having sex with the naked fellow he'd passed in the hall earlier.

He told his patrol partner. He told the guards stationed at the front. He told the gaggle of Air Acolytes gathered around a Pai Sho game in the entrance hall.

From there it spread rapidly. Everyone on Air Temple Island had an interest in the new Avatar and they were well aware of her struggles. None were particularly concerned as she was very new. But they all still followed her exploits with as much if not more attention than they dedicated to Tenzin. So the fact that she had managed to enter the Avatar State was met with much excitement and more than a little disbelief, especially when it became known which gossipy White Lotus had been the source of the rumor.

Amidst the whispers and speculations, there were a few individuals who couldn't help but focus on the minor detail that Korra had engaged in a passionate encounter with an unknown man within the confines of her quarters. It wasn't the act itself or the man's identity that piqued their curiosity, after all, she was the reincarnation of Aang! Many of the Air Acolytes had long since dismissed the White Lotus' attempts to shield Korra from such experiences, understanding that they were an integral part of her journey.

No, what most concerned a particular pair of acolytes, an Air Monk and an Air Nun, was fact that they might miss the chance to properly record the coupling for posterity!

That was why one artist was cursing and rushing to the dormitory to acquire her easel and paints while the other was grinning and running straight to the Avatar's room, having already had his sketchpad on him.

Ayana carefully dipped her brush into the vibrant pigments on her palette, her eyes fixed on the thankfully static scene before her. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and reverence as she observed Korra and her big lover in their post-coital embrace. With each stroke of her brush, she sought to immortalize the raw and uninhibited passion that coursed through their bodies.

Korra was sprawled atop the man's ample belly, still intertwined with him, the evidence of their union visibly flowing from her womanhood. With her legs and arms tangled in his limbs, the Avatar appeared almost as if she were a child trying to sleep on her father.

But the man was anything but a fatherly figure to the Avatar. His masculine and abundantly robust physique contrasted sharply with Korra's youthful supple curves, the juxtaposition almost a visual representation of the girl's innocence and his experience.

As Ayana continued to paint, she couldn't help but sneak glances at Kato's sketchbook. His skilled hand moved swiftly across the paper, his focus unwavering. Ayana felt a tinge of competitiveness rise within her. She was determined to make her painting stand out, to capture every detail with a finesse that would leave every witness in awe. This would be the first depiction of an Avatar's passions truly shown in a hundred years and Ayana felt both proud and humbled to have been chosen by the Spirits to record this moment in the history of the world.

Ayana's mouth watered as she did her best to paint the man's colossal balls, adorned with a luscious coating of the thick, creamy semen. To her mind, they looked like luscious giant Mochi balls, thickly glazed with sugary white cream, ready to be eaten. She sighed audibly, her hand still dipping her brush into the paints, trying to keep her composure as she watched the man's testes rise and fall with his breathing.

In her imaginative musings, she likened the man's generously sized balls to delectable round confections, akin to glazed donuts or frosted cupcakes. The seamless blend of creamy semen on their surface, akin to a sumptuous icing, added a touch of indulgence that heightened their allure. The Air Nun's artistic instincts compelled her to capture not only the raw sensuality of the moment but also the exquisite beauty of the man's testicles, symbolizing the harmonious convergence of pleasure and culinary artistry.