Lin Beifong: New and Improved

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The other two photos went swimmingly.

In one she was bent over her desk, ass up, legs spread as she lifted her head from its surface to look back at the camera with one patented mean bitch expression on her face. Bran was squatting like a conquering hero beside her atop the desk, one hand on her back as he let his cock draped heavily across her buttcheeks even as his cum drooled freely from her cunt.

Pangal jokingly called the final one the "Traditional," poking fun at stuffy old nobles of the past (Takeshi was all about this one, spouting some BS about Avatar Kiyoshi and the Mad Fire Princess). It showed Lin lounging in her chair, legs spread wide, and Bran standing behind her with his dick dangling by her ear. She held a lawbook and her badge in her hands, grumbling about having to pose with them more than she did about the cum oozing out of her pussy.

Then the crazily well thought out art session was over and the weirdo headed out with promises to return with the picture in a week. That left a thoroughly exhausted Lin to slowly pull her clothes onto her wet and soiled body as she glared daggers at Takeshi who was right back in his chair to finally have that oh so important discussion about some Fire Nation big-wig.

Bran just stood off to the side and looked on with bemusement, still naked as the day as he was born with his dangling meat. Once again no one gave two solitary shits about his lingering presence. He'd just utterly destroyed this bitch's pussy and bent her to his will like it was nothing and they didn't even care.

Lin couldn't rouse one bit of real hostility for Bran stuffing her with his prick while she clearly hated this guy's guts just for being a stuffy prick.

In any event, he decided one last 'Fuck you coppers' was in order. With a bit of earthbending he opened up first one and then two holes in the wall at just a bit below waist height, smirking as he shot looks at Lin back behind her desk and talking to Takeshi.

"Heh, Lin," Bran's voice was laced with playful amusement, "you normally use these glory-holes to check up on your men, have 'em regularly stick their dicks through so you can inspect them, edge and tease the laggards without release, give your favorites a good nut-emptying tugjob. Isn't that right?"

He could just hear the rolling eyes as she replied, "Yes. That's right, thank you as always for stating the obvious." She paused very briefly before speaking to Takeshi, "Now, as to the ambassador's-"

Bran raised his voice as he turned back to her crossing his arms upon his broad chest, "Yea, but why?"

The eyebrow above her scarred cheek twitched, "It is crystal clear why I do it as you well know." Her gaze was intense upon him as her hand laid out on her desk between her and Takeshi drummed its fingers pointedly.

Huh. Guess she didn't want to talk about it in front of this guy.

"You married, Takeshi?"

"Yes, of course. My wife Akiko is a lovely-"

"Yea, shut up." Bran cut him off, "Normally you will drop everything and run straight to that broad and do your best to hump her little brains out. That's how hot watching me bone the Chief here was, you’d normally do your best to recreate my scene with her, and when you can't you’ll imagine me doing her. Hottest thing ever."

Takeshi's face turned several shades of red as he abruptly jumped up from his chair, his eyes wide with shock. "Uh... excuse me," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I... I think I forgot something very important. I need to, uh, go and attend to it right away." Without waiting for a response, he hastily made his way to the door, his steps quick and unsteady.

Bran couldn't help but chuckle at Takeshi's sudden departure. "Well, look at that," he remarked with a smirk. "I guess I really made an impression on him."

Lin, still maintaining her composed demeanor, glanced at Bran with a mixture of amusement and, incredibly, something like gratitude, "Thank you. I was wondering when that pissant's pathetic little vanilla lusts would boil over. Recreate what WE just did. Ha. That's a short dick if I ever saw one. Doubt the Mrs has ever had her womb shook let alone even kissed by a proper man's tool."

She punctuated those last words with an appreciative look at his.

Bran chuckled, basking in the unexpected camaraderie between him and the formidable Lin Beifong. Heh. She was practically a good old whore herself at this point. Almost made him feel right at home. He stepped to the side and tossed a thumb over his shoulder at the glory-holes, "So yea, honey, you were telling me why you do this."

"I use those glory-holes to keep my officers in line and ensure they don't go sniffing around for sexual bribes like a bunch of horny dogs," she stated, her words laced with frankness and a touch of sarcasm as she sat back in her chair and gazed at him, her eyes casually flicking up and down his body.

He cocked his head to the side. It was weird as all get out hearing his own notions come spilling out of Lin Beifong's mouth. Man, she hadn't even been around when he'd said that shit about the guards down there…

Plus.. how does that even work? Wouldn't edging her fellas make them even more likely to give in to their urges?

His face must have told his thoughts cause she spoke again, "For those who've earned my favor, they get the royal treatment. I give them the kind of release that leaves them breathless, satisfied, and begging for more."

Bran's mouth fell open. Fuck sounding like a whore. She sounded like Madame Kavita!

“My mother always said that the way you gain a man’s heart through his belly, and his loyalty through the crotch.” Lin continued to explain, a slight frown on her face for some reason, “I never really took much thought into it, but after having my own battalion she really did have a point. I hear all her metalbender students were the same…”

“Ah yeah. Crappy mother’s are usually the first reason someone would turn to a life of sluttery…” Bran mumbled to himself. Though he wondered how Toph earned someone like Aang’s loyalty.

"But don't think anyone can stroll in and expect the same treatment. That's saved for my men who've shown they can do their jobs without taking such bribes from Triad sluts."

So… she combats the potential for sexual bribes by providing sexual rewards herself. She really was a whore. She paid them with sex!

"Don't misunderstand me. The majority of my subordinates, they endure the torment of being mercilessly edged, denied the pleasure they so desperately crave. It keeps them hungry, keeps them focused on the task at hand, knowing that their desires are under my control."

One thing Bran fucking believed, his own twisted code, was that when he pounded a woman's holes with his fat prick, it changed them. Mostly, he meant, he'd plow his monstrous member into their eager holes, stretching them wide and fucking deep, giving them an appreciation for a real man's dick. But this… he HAD changed Lin Beifong. It was like that utter power fucking he'd just given her had soul-bent her in his image.

Now she seemed to wield her sexuality as a tool, a means to maintain discipline and loyalty among her men. The horny police and their hot, dominating, masochistic, chief.