An Average Breakfast Conversation

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Such thoughts kept him company until he reached his destination.

Tenzin entered the family quarters, the soft light of morning filtering through the intricately carved wooden screens that adorned the windows. The gentle sound of wind chimes filled the air, harmonizing with the distant hum of a windmill turning slowly in the breeze. His eyes quickly found Pema, who was already seated at the table with their children, looking radiant, even as she playfully scolded their youngest for trying to sneak an extra steamed bun. Her red and gold Air Nun robes open and loose around her heavily pregnant body. Her breasts, swollen and pendulous, were fully exposed, their weight distending around her belly. Pema had never been one to hide her body’s natural state, and pregnancy only heightened her desire to let her skin breathe, especially given the discomforts that came with carrying another child.

The room was filled with the delicate aromas of a traditional Air Nomad breakfast—steamed buns filled with savory vegetables, lightly spiced rice porridge, and herbal teas. The tangy, rich aroma of cooked semen filled the air, contributing to the overall warmth and comfort of the scene before him.

Tenzin took his seat at the breakfast table, his eyes lingering on Pema’s radiant form as she leaned back with a sly smile. Her hand rested comfortably on her swollen belly, but her eyes sparkled with mischief as they met his.

“Well, if it isn’t my hard-working husband,” Pema purred, her tone playful but with that familiar edge of crassness she loved to wield. “Did you have fun this morning, Tenzin? How many of those tight little Air Nun pussies did you stretch out before coming to join us?” She winked, clearly enjoying the way her words made him shift slightly in his seat, though Tenzin was long past being shocked by her language.

"Just five." he replied calmly, picking up his tea and adding a spoonful of sauce from his personal pot. Unlike most men, Tenzin’s pot never contained his own seed—it was far too precious, reserved only for the fertile wombs of his nuns. Instead, the pot was filled with fresh sauce provided by the monks, the bison, or, on occasion, Bran himself when the Earthbender visited the island.

“You know, they’ve been talking about how lucky they are to have your fat Airbender cock to themselves. But I keep telling them they’d better not get too attached, because this fat belly’s proof that I got there first. And do you know what I’m going to do with your thick prick when this baby is out?" Pema shifted in her seat, the movement causing her already open robes to part even further, the fabric serving as little more than a backdrop to her naked body. Her swollen breasts, heavy with pregnancy, swayed slightly with her movements, and the curve of her pregnant belly protruded proudly, obscuring her womanhood from view. But the way she moved, with a deliberate sensuality, left no doubt that she was fully aware of the effect she had on him, her nakedness a casual, confident display of her femininity.

“Yes it is.” He nodded, taking a few beats of silence to register himself in the room, “Sorry, what did you ask?”

Pema rolled her eyes with a smile, clearly enjoying the opportunity to poke at her husband’s ability to drift away on the air. “Oh nothing, my distracted hunk?” she teased, placing a plate of food in front of him. “But ignore me if you must. I shall simply slip under the table and take my own break—ooh! Owowow!”

Her playful attempt to get under the table was cut short by a twinge of discomfort from her heavily pregnant belly. Tenzin was quick to help her back into her chair, concern etched across his face. “Pema, please! You mustn’t stress yourself when you’re carrying the baby! I shall move my chair around for your handjob if you truly insist.”

“Keh, fine. Only if you explain what’s on your mind,” Pema conceded with a huff, but her eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned in to him.

Tenzin hesitated briefly, his thoughts racing. Should he explain his fleeting desires to join Bran as a breeding bro, or his growing worry that he hadn’t filled enough wombs with Airbender seed? Or his truest concerns regarding Korra? Before he could decide, Pema pulled his still-flaccid meat out into the palm of her hand with a wet slap, causing him to send a quick look at Jinora.

His responsible oldest daughter, already noticing the shift in her father’s attention, calmly ushered Ikki and Meelo out of the room. It had nothing to do with Pema fishing his cock out of his robes, which was a normal enough sight for them—they’d been present, along with much of the temple, during the conception of Pema’s current occupant after all. He just didn’t want to discuss Korra in front of his sometimes too-talkative progeny. They appeared to be finished with their breakfast anyway and were happy to depart.

As Pema’s soft hand began to gently rub his tired yet hardening rod, Tenzin focused on the present. “Korra is… a tricky girl,” he admitted, and was rewarded with a proper squeeze from Pema’s hand. “Mmm... I cannot help but feel as though she’s pulling away from me at every opportunity. I’m supposed to protect her, but I fear I’m squeezing her too tightly. Was letting her compete a mistake, or was this encounter with the Equalists inevitable?”

“Sounds problematic,” Pema hummed, though her attention was clearly divided between the conversation and her husband’s cock. “So if she gets hurt out there, you’ll blame yourself. But if you keep her in the temple, you think she’ll fail to grow, and then she gets hurt out there, and you’ll blame yourself anyway.”

“You’ve cut right to the issue once again, my smart wife,” Tenzin acknowledged, his voice tight as Pema’s hand continued to work its magic.

“Don’t forget dutiful-handed wife,” she smirked, her playful tone marred by Tenzin’s coughs of pleasure as she rubbed his junk. “If you’re going to listen to your wife, though, I’d say your heart is telling you to let Korra go. You shouldn’t stop training her, but if you can let her experience the world out there too, then you should.”

“The Equalists have shaken her, though,” Tenzin admitted, his voice heavy with concern. “She’s refusing to even talk to me…”

“Bran can handle her fears,” Pema insisted, her confidence in Bran’s abilities clear. “He’s a good man who cares more than he’d care to admit. Even if he’s a bit too focused on prostitutes.”

Tenzin nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Well, he is right. Normally we’d have an Airbending brothel on the island, if only we had enough women to fill it.” * See Normality Footnote

“Obviously. That will be Ikki's and Jinora's task when they come of age.” Pema sighed, dipping her hand in her drink for some extra lubricant before continuing. “But the point was that Korra just needs to get out there. Spend some time with her favorite cock, some kids her own age, and really take life by the balls.” She demonstrated on her husband’s balls, making him squirm slightly in his chair.

“S-so you think I need to get Bran back here to take her mind off her burdens?” Tenzin asked, his voice tinged with both resignation and relief at the thought of someone else helping to shoulder the burden.

Pema grinned, giving his cock a teasing flick. “You bet your gigantic Airbreeder dick I do. Try as we might, Bran’s got a way with Korra that we can’t match. You know as well as I do that enough orgasms can reset the darkest of teenager broody moods. Korra just needs someone who can get her out of her head, and Bran is just the cock for the job. He fucks her brains out through her pussy every time they collide!”

Tenzin quirked an eyebrow, growing slightly suspicious. "And Bran hasn’t visited in over a week. Are you sure your solution isn’t influenced by the fact that the brute never fails to make time to lay with you when he trains Korra?"

“Maybe~” Pema purred with a lewd smirk.

He gave her a good-natured grunt of mock exasperation and leaned back, sighing. Pema’s skilled touch was proving effective as always; he could feel a proper load settling into his nuts. "Very well. If it helps Korra, I'll arrange a visit. Maybe he can get her out of her room for a while at least…"

Pema beamed happily at his acquiescence, rewarding him with a few luscious lengthy licks of his tip, then perked up as if she remembered something important. "Oh! That reminds me! Have you heard about the man who snuck onto the island? A Waterbender looking to visit our 'brothel.'"

With a deep sigh, Tenzin nodded as Pema’s hand transitioned into a soothing stroke. "The White Lotus caught him, and he'll be going back to the city this afternoon..."

“Quite a bold fella, hopefully we won’t get any more crazies crashing in.”

“There have already been requests from several notables,” Tenzin admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “They want the Air Nuns to provide such services, but even if they’re willing, I’ve refused. As selfish as it sounds, these women are mine, Pema. Their wombs are for my seed, for the future of our people.”

Pema couldn’t help but smirk, her teasing nature coming to the forefront. “Oh, is that so?” she purred, her hand still idly stroking his length under the table. “And here I thought you were okay with sharing a bit, considering you’ve let Bran seed quite a few of those Air Nuns with his thick Earthbending cum. He’s even taken to calling them ‘Tenzin’s whores’—and half the time, he leaves them Yuan after he’s done.”

Tenzin sighed yet again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Bran… is… I suppose part of me sees him as doing good work in the city, much like my father did in his time. If Bran’s children inherit his Earthbending, then so be it. Besides, there’s a good chance that he is one of my father’s bastards, considering his… resemblance.”

The pregnant beauty’s eyes lit up with a wicked grin as she leaned back in her chair, spreading her legs wide in an exaggerated motion. “Oh, you mean that fucking—” she crooned, tilting her hips as if something large had just been thrust into her, “Unghhhh!—massive cunt-busting tool that Bran’s been using to take care of your wife’s hungry pregnant pussy?”

Tenzin flushed slightly, but he couldn’t suppress a small smile under his beard. “Yes, that. But regardless of Bran’s… contributions, it will be those born of my Air Nuns who will be the true Airbending Whores, carrying on the legacy that was lost.”

Tenzin's arousal was building under Pema's steady ministrations and the way she'd shrugged out of her robes completely, her plush pregnant belly on full display and pressing into him, even as the weight of his responsibilities bore down on him “These women… they weren’t born Air Nomads,” he said, his tone heavy with the gravity of the situation. “Airbending doesn’t flow in their blood. It’s my seed that will determine whether their children will have that potential. When those children grow up, it will be their responsibility to reopen the Airbender brothels, to carry on that tradition. But… I can’t help but think of all the knowledge we’ve lost. The priestesses of old were supremely skilled in tantric arts, their understanding of the body and spirit unmatched. All of that is gone.”

Pema’s hand stilled on his shaft, her expression softening as she looked into his eyes. “Not all of it, Tenzin. You’re rebuilding, piece by piece. And when the time is right, those brothels will reopen, and our children will carry on that legacy. But for now, you’re right to protect what we have. Those Air Nuns are here for one purpose, and that’s to bear your children, to bring the Air Nation back to life.”

Tenzin nodded, her words soothing some of the anxiety gnawing at him. “You’re right. It’s just… I feel the weight of what’s been lost. The Airbender brothels were more than just places of pleasure. They were sacred. They were about balance, about finding enlightenment through the body. And I’m afraid that without those traditions, we’re losing a part of what made the Air Nomads who they were.”

Pema smirked, her hand resuming its slow, deliberate movements on his shaft. “Well, then it’s up to us to make sure those traditions don’t die out completely. We may not have the old priestesses to guide us, but we’ve got plenty of eager women ready to learn.”

"Speaking of..." she picked up the small bell on the table and rang it.

Within moments, a young Air Nun came half-jogging into the room, her small breasts jiggling with each step. The girl’s expression was one of eager obedience, her nudity as natural as the air around them.

“Come here, sweetie,” Pema purred, her hand still holding Tenzin’s throbbing member steady. She guided the young nun down, positioning her carefully over Tenzin’s lap. With a firm but gentle grip, Pema aligned the girl’s entrance with her husband’s cock, then slowly lowered her onto it. The nun let out a soft gasp as Tenzin’s shaft filled her, her body instinctively accommodating his size.

Tenzin, already pushed to the brink by Pema’s teasing, couldn’t hold back. The moment the girl was fully seated on his cock, his body tensed, and he came immediately, filling her with his seed in a powerful release. His hands clenched on the chair’s arms, the sensation overwhelming as the nun’s warm, tight body milked him for all he had.

Pema watched the scene unfold with a deep satisfaction. For all intents and purposes, this had been an intimate moment between husband and wife, with the young nun playing no more significant a role than that of a vessel for Tenzin’s potent seed. It was the ultimate expression of Pema’s position and their bond—a reminder that, despite the many women who sought Tenzin’s essence, it was Pema who truly held his heart.

As the nun shuddered slightly, more from the sensation of being filled than anything else, Pema gave her a gentle smack on the butt. "Good girl," she murmured approvingly. The young nun quickly rose, bowing her head in gratitude before swiftly departing the room, one hand already cupped to her sex to keep Tenzin’s precious seed from spilling out.

Pema leaned back in her chair, her eyes following the nun’s retreating form with a look of satisfaction. "Well, that was quick," she teased, turning her gaze back to Tenzin. "But I suppose that was bound to happen after all my teasing."

Tenzin sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know how to push my buttons, Pema."

"Of course I do," she replied with a wink. "But don’t worry, my love. You’ve got plenty more nuns to seed today, and they’re all eagerly awaiting their turn to learn the ways of the priestesses."

Tenzin nodded, though a part of him felt a twinge of guilt. He was a skilled lover, capable of bringing a woman to heights of ecstasy with the same precision he brought to his bending. But with his duties to the Air Nation, very few of the nuns received the full experience of his lovemaking.

In fact, he spent far more of his sexual energy on fulfilling the expectations of Republic City’s elite than on truly connecting with the Air Nuns or even his own wife. The constant demands of politics meant that Tenzin often found himself in the beds of influential women—wives, daughters, and mistresses of council members, business magnates, and other powerful figures. These encounters were not about love or even pleasure, but about maintaining the delicate balance of power in the city. Each tryst was a calculated move, a necessary part of ensuring the Air Nation's influence remained strong.

The only saving grace in these otherwise empty encounters was the satisfaction of planting potential future Airbenders in their wombs. Every time he finished inside one of these women, he held on to the hope that his seed would take root, that perhaps a new generation of Airbenders would be born from these unions, even if the mothers themselves had little connection to the Air Nomads' spiritual traditions.

But these women were far from the spiritual partners the Air Nuns were meant to be. They were drawn to Tenzin not for his wisdom or his connection to the Air Nomads, but for his status as the son of Avatar Aang and the prestige that came with it. The time he spent with them, pleasing them, was time taken away from those who truly mattered—his wife, his children, and the women who had dedicated themselves to the rebirth of the Air Nation.

It was a source of guilt that gnawed at him, especially during moments like these, when he was alone with Pema, the one person who understood the full weight of his responsibilities. He knew he should be spending more time with the nuns, guiding them not just in their duties but in the spiritual connection that had once defined the Airbender brothels. He owed them that much, especially since they were the ones who would bear the future of his people.

And that was to say nothing about EVERYTHING else he had to contend with.

Tenzin resolutely once again began directing Chi into his balls….