Artful Expressions

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Kato was stressing out. He couldn’t see how big a cock had fucked the Avatar, so how in the hell was he supposed to make a statue for it?

Obscured by a thick slather of ball-batter, just the part of the meaty vein riddled penis he could see seemed uncommonly huge.

Beside him Ayana painted the smooth curvature of the Avatar’s rear, following her brown behind to delicately capture such young beauty. Korra had a wonderful and powerful back even as she lay so still, only rising and falling with her slumberous breath. It was a back that could lead a nation, and join the world in harmony.

Kato had to guess how many veins the man had. Eight seemed excessive, but three seemed too low. And then he would have to work on the Avatar’s pussy sculpture! Gah! Why was she so full of cum?! It was impossible to guess!

The big bulk of the man shifted as he woke, his big body stirring to life with a groan and a stretch, his arms rising above his head and the massive muscles in his forearms flexing as he did so. Kato's eyes widened as he took in the sight. His shoulders were wide, and his neck was stout and strong, the body of a man who had seen a fair bit of labor in his life.

The Avatar, however, didn't stir, she just kept her eyes shut tight and remained motionless as she slept away the afterglow of their coupling.

The man shifted again, rolling his shoulders, a grimace on his face as he rubbed a sore spot on his lower back, "Ouch."

Ayana and Kato glanced at each other, before the Air Nun spoke up, "If I may ask, sir, are you alright?"

The man grunted, "I'm fine." Then he blinked the sleep out of his eyes forcefully and looked past Korra's pony-tailed head at the two of them, "Who the fuck are you two?"

Ayana smiled politely at him, "My name is Ayana, and this is Kato, and we're Air Acolytes, sir."

The big fellow narrowed his beady eyes in that broad face at them, “And what the FUCK are you doing here?”

“Our apologies for the intrusion.” remarked Ayana, responding admirably for a girl who was normally so flustered by the merest provocation, "But capturing this sacred moment between you and Korra holds immense significance to us."

Kato wouldn't admit it but he wasn't at Ayana's level in art, so it made him happy to know he bested her in social interaction as he added, "This event is of tremendous importance! Korra is the Avatar, the embodiment of Aang's spirit. It's a rare opportunity to document the connection between the last Airbender and the current Avatar!"

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” He sighed, leaning his head back at Kato’s overt tone.

“Generations will read and experience your tale! Thousands of eyes from this era, and many eras to come, will all gaze at our beautiful artwork of your loving embrace!”

“You know, you’re the exact reason I didn’t wanna get wrapped up in Avatar malarky to begin with! She’s hot. Your mastabatory acolyte bullshit always brought the tone in the bar down whenever one of you wandered in.”

Ayana bowed her head, “Be that as it may, we ask you not to reject this wonderful call to action from the annals of history, and… wait, p-please don’t move too much!”

The man rolled his eyes while getting comfortable and loudly declared, "Listen up, you two. I couldn't give a flying fuck about your precious traditions and legacies. I've got no interest in being a part of your little art project. All I did was fuck this chick, and we both got a good time out of it. That's it."

"B-but sir!" argued Kato, the very idea of this monumental event being treated as an unremarkable sexual encounter making him bristle, "Korra's union with you is a profoundly momentous occasion! You have had sex with the Avatar!"

The homely looking fellow groaned and rubbed at his temples, “This is that stupid shit I said about Lin again, isn’t it? That’s why I’ve been trying to keep my mouth shut about ‘what’s normal’ lately… never used to have to deal with fucking artists wanting me to pose with my junk out till now…”

He seemed to relax into the bed, his big hands finding the Avatar’s dusky butt-cheeks to hold on to and play with. It had the effect of letting a couple of more inches of his length to be disgorged from Korra’s womanhood and Kato hastily flipped to another page in his sketchbook to start a proper depiction of his manhood.

As Kato did so Ayano put words to his own thoughts, “We beseech thee to reveal the full extent of your manhood. Will you grace us with the unveiling of your colossal member in its entirety, that we may accurately capture its grandeur on canvas?”

Ordinarily, Kato disliked Ayano as his undeserving rival for greatest artist upon Air Temple Island, but now he couldn’t help but stand by her side, this occasion more than worthy of both their talents and energies, “Your cooperation means the world to us. Through this artwork, we hope to honor the memory of the Air Nomads and their teachings, while also celebrating the love and unity that you and Korra embody.

"Fine." grunted Bran, his manner fully communicating his disregard for their teaching with every breath and word, "But this shit better be quick. I've got better things to do than waste my time on a couple of doe-eyed Air Acolytes."

He moved and the Avatar’s pussy spat his dick out of her in a shower of slimy fluid and a gush of leftover cum, his meaty member seeming even larger than before, the man's girth and length even more apparent now that it was not constricted by Korra's narrow channel.

It was hard for Kato to resist the temptation to simply stare and drool over the monumental manhood before him. His eyes drank in the thickly veined column of flesh, the deep pink flesh almost appearing red as his cock throbbed, the heavy weight of the testicles hanging down the base of his shaft, his length seeming to be the perfect medium between thickness and length. It was so majestic and powerful, the very epitome of male virility, an object that seemed to exist purely to provide pleasure to those lucky enough to find themselves embraced by its considerable size.

With matching nods, the Air Nun and Air Monk set to their work. Ayano began painting a full face-on depiction of Bran's entire penis and scrotum while Kato continued his meticulous and delicate sketches, focusing on the most minute details such as the man's wrinkles and veins, his big balls and bulbous cockhead.

It was then that Korra stirred, her eyes fluttering open and her gaze focusing on the man's groin, her hand rising to gently caress his shaft, "Mmm, morning."

“Yeah, hey.” Bran replied gruffly, already bored of the artist’s needy stares. He was getting hungry, dammit!

Korra didn’t really seem to mind the unhappy chappy. She was just so enamored by his cock, so happy with his presence, and getting rather aroused the more she was near him as she remembered their legendary fuck.

“Are you… going to stick around?” She asked quietly and wistfully.

He sniffled some errant snot while still not looking at her, just keeping his glare at the artists, “What do you care?”

The Avatar wasn’t really expecting the question, but as her delicate finger traced Bran’s chest he finally took notice of her. And especially the longing eyes that were looking deep at him that he wasn’t expecting at all.

“Uhh… even with these two here?”

It took her a moment to even notice Ayana and Kato, “Oh, h-hello. How long have you been here?”

“We didn’t get to watch, if that’s what you were worried about Avatar.” Kato grumbled, clearly disappointed for his craft that he’d missed the actual virginity loss, “We’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

Bran just huffed, “Good.”

“Yes. We have to let the weavers have their turn as well. Quilts and tapestries will have to be made as well, you see. Not to mention-”

“FuUuUuUuck that!”

The man had already had enough of artists. Multiple waves of this shit was too much, so he scooped up the brown girl from his belly and tossed her to his side on the bed. Quickly Bran got to his feet and stumbled out of the room, though before he left he couldn’t resist intoning:

"Guess what? I've got a wild idea to make your art even more intense. It’s normal. Get ready to pleasure yourselves while capturing these explicit scenes. Stroke that meat, flick that bean, and let your orgasmic cries harmonize with the strokes of your brush. Your art won’t be complete until you finish it with your signature of your actual love juice. It's all about fusing pleasure and creativity, baby!”

Ayana and Kato were completely consumed by their art, painting and drawing with fervor. But suddenly, a surge of raw desire overwhelmed them, gripping their souls and setting their bodies ablaze. In an instant, their hands slipped beneath their robes, shamelessly seeking pleasure in the depths of their carnal desires. Their actions mirrored the twisted reality that Bran's new normality had imposed upon their psyches.

Kato's hand moved with an unrestrained urgency, relentlessly gripping and pumping his rigid shaft. He jerked himself off with abandon, his lust-fueled moans intermingling with the strokes of his brush. Pleasure and art became one, a sickening symphony that tainted the purity of their craft.

Meanwhile, Ayana's fingers plunged into her own wetness, greedily seeking pleasure amidst the chaos. She furiously fingered herself, her body trembling with an unholy mix of ecstasy and desperation. The lines on her canvas blurred as her focus wavered, giving way to the primal need that consumed her.

Ayana's orgasm washed over her like a wave of fire, burning her mind and scorching her soul. Her entire body quaked, and she struggled to keep her grip on her brushes and paints, the very elements that once represented the balance between passion and restraint now reduced to nothing more than tools for her perverse pleasures.

Korra watched for a few moments as the artists finished their work in her room before realizing that Bran was gone and she was very horny.