Pema (& Korra) Milking Bran pt. IV

Written in collaboration with Cross C

The scene had changed quite drastically once Tenzin’s mini-cum-coma resolved itself. Instead of Korra and Pema working hard together to get Bran off, many acolytes had wandered in and were all sharing in the wonderful drink that the other male had provided.

Sering wasn’t the only one lingering nearby, and the chance to sample the cum that conquered the Avatar was too tempting a notion to ignore. So now they’d divided up the sauce as best they could into various mugs and were now all chatting in the dining room together, drinking the jizzy coffee juice with a lot of soft under-the-breath moans.

Korra, for some reason, was looking very proud of her instructor's ability to cum. Almost like she was taking credit for his massive ballsack. Walking around and making sure everyone was sampling his semen like a very pushy waiter.

Meanwhile Pema was coaxing out another load from the man by letting him thrust his massive cock into her pussy. Tenzin was slightly worried about his baby, but it seemed Bran had respect for pregnant women and wasn’t humping too hard.

Tenzin picked up his clothes and began redressing himself once more. Adjusting his slightly dishevelled self to regain some dignity after Bran sicked the Avatar on him.

“Ah, hey Tenzin!” Korra beamed, approaching him after he’d gotten properly dressed again, “All the acolytes love Bran’s semen! Isn’t this great? I think he’s the perfect sex teacher for me!”

The older man just frowned, gazing over to his moaning wife he had to admit that Bran certainly had some skills. “Be that as it may…”

“Your semen got drunk by someone too,” The excited girl continued, “The taste didn’t go over as well as Bran’s yogurt level gunk, but I guess that’s why you’re the breeder and he’s the coffee maker, eh?”

“Korra, please, I-”

“Ahh! I can’t wait for it to be my turn again!” She gushed, biting her lip with a lewd smile while practically dancing in place.

It was at that moment that Tenzin decided to drop the topic for now.

Korra had been a little… overwhelmed the last few days. He was trying his best to push her towards the future, but every time he did there was massive resistance from the girl. She yelled, kicked, got frustrated, and even broke things she didn’t instantly master first try. It was a bad habit, but the smile on her face at Bran’s arrival wasn’t something to be ignored either. Perhaps he may at least help motivate her, and if not the girl was allowed a day or two of fun every once in a while.

As Tenzin turned to leave the dining room, he couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and relief. For once, he had given Korra some freedom to explore her desires, and he hoped that it would ultimately lead her towards her path as the Avatar. With this decision in mind, he decided to head back to the second of his current breeding partners from the city, a noble girl whose fecundity was proven by her seven brothers and sisters.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your turn, Korra.” Tenzin lightly bowed before he began leaving the room, “Please tell Pema that I’ll be returning to lay with Ms. Imai for now, then returning to our bed a little later.”

“O-okay Tenzin, have a nice night.” She said with a minor level of surprise. Tenzin hadn’t really stopped grilling her since she got to Air Temple Island. If she wasn’t training or meditating he’d often give her a stern warning to return to her tasks. This was almost like she had his blessing to have some fun, and that was odd but not something Korra wanted to challenge. Instead she rushed over to her new teacher and began making out with his pregnant fucktoy.

Pema’s lips haphazardly kissed back as she lay back on the hibachi dining table, her shoulders and head hanging off the recessed cooking area in the middle, her pregnant form glowing with a sheen of sweat. Bran, his colossal member on full display, confidently stood between her spread legs, slowly and skillfully thrusting just half of his length into her, his experience evident in knowing just how much she could take.

As Korra idly played with one of Pema’s pregnancy-bloated breasts as it jiggled with each of Bran’s gradual thrusts, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and annoyance.

"Hey, Bran," she started while using her other hand to rub his hairy pec, trying to keep her voice casual, "Remember your promise? Once you're done here, it's my turn for some Avatar-style fun."

Bran barked a gruff laugh, not missing a beat in his sensual rhythm with Pema. "Yeah, yeah, I remember," he replied dismissively, his eyes never leaving Pema's flushed face. “Not gonna leave the island till I’ve plumbed that Avatar pussy one last time…”

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" she slapped one of his big pale butt-cheeks for emphasis.

“Damn, girl! Relax.” said Bran as his hips rocked and his hands roamed over Pema’s round tummy, his fingers paying particular attention to her popped out belly button, “I’m not gonna leave you high and dry. I’ll be back. Besides, absence makes the pussy grow wetter, right?”

Korra huffed, but the truth was that she knew that his words were correct. Everything her beau said was so plain and obvious, it was a wonder she hadn’t realized it herself. But her pussy was already aching for him. "Ugh... you're right, it's just that..." She blushed, realizing how pathetic her neediness must have sounded. "I really need to cum..."

Bran chuckled, "I know, girl, and you'll get it. Just have patience and let me fuck this sweet prego slut, huh?”

"Fine... I'll... try..." she grumbled.

As Bran continued to thrust between Pema's spread legs, Korra watched them with a mix of emotions swirling inside her. The arousal was undeniable, and she couldn't help but feel envious of the pleasure Pema was experiencing. After all, she knew firsthand just how skilled Bran was in the art of lovemaking.

Yet, along with the desire, a tinge of annoyance also lingered. Korra prided herself on being the Avatar, a selfless heroine who fought for balance and peace in the world. But here she was, feeling possessive and selfish over a man, even though she knew he had every right to explore and indulge in his desires.

It was a conflicting feeling, one that challenged her understanding of herself. But at the same time, Korra couldn't deny the raw, primal urges that coursed through her body when she was near Bran. He ignited a fire within her, a fire she couldn't easily extinguish.

As she stood there, torn between her duty as the Avatar and her carnal desires, Korra made a silent promise to herself. She would find a balance, a way to embrace her sexuality without losing sight of her responsibilities.

For now, she watched, her eyes fixed on the sight of Bran and Pema lost in pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of moans, gasps, and the wet slapping of skin, and the air was heavy with the scent of sex.

As Bran's thrusts grew more intense, Pema's moans grew louder, and Korra couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal herself. Her hand instinctively slipped between her thighs, and she began to pleasure herself, much as many of the female acolytes were doing.

Known for their liberated views on sexuality, the Air Nuns hadn’t been able to resist the allure of the sensual atmosphere any better than Korra had. Some discreetly explored their own bodies, indulging in secret pleasure beneath their robes while they admired the passionate encounter.

Others, emboldened by the sexually charged ambiance, embraced their desires more overtly. They passionately kissed and touched each other, stripped down, and formed sultry connections amidst the gathering. Moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room as the acolytes gave in to their carnal desires, reveling in the enticing scene before them.

As Pema's cries reached a crescendo, Korra felt her own arousal growing. She could feel the pressure building, her need for release growing more urgent by the moment.

Just then, Bran let out a low growl and stiffened, his muscles clenching as he pushed deep inside Pema's pregnant pussy. Korra could only watch in rapt attention as Pema's body shuddered, her eyes rolling back as she was consumed by wave after wave of intense pleasure. It was a sight to behold, and Korra felt a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that Bran could make her feel such bliss.

Bran pulled his mighty cock out, holding up the dripping rod as he took a break to let Pema come down from her post-coital high. His thick shaft was coated in the pregnant mother's creamy juices, and Korra's eyes were locked on the glistening appendage. It was truly a magnificent sight, and her pussy ached with a deep need for Bran's attention.

Her beau, as if sensing her desire, met her eyes with a knowing look, his cock still jutting out proudly in all its glory.

"I'll take care of that for ya, girl," he rumbled, stepping towards her and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

As their lips met, Korra felt her body respond, the tension and yearning she'd been holding onto evaporating under the heat of his touch. Their tongues intertwined and Korra moaned into the kiss, savoring the taste of his mouth.

Just having that firm and boiling cock resting against her mons was making her go crazy with need. Dripping white meat, rubbing promises of pleasure against her brown pubis, with the deeper she made the kiss the higher the massive schlong rose against her belly. Her inner walls **** to feel the length inside again. Throbbing the Avatar’s pussy until she couldn’t take a single second more. Bran had to be inside her. Now.

She was practically clambering on top of him in a frenzy. Still keeping their kiss going but trying to move her hips high enough to spear her dripping slit on his dick. If anyone had been looking anywhere near Korra’s feet they may have noticed a small accomplishment of airbending as her feet expelled just enough of an air ball to let her jump fully into his arms, but no one was. The acolytes were all too enamored with either watching the Avatar fuck the hung stud or helping out Pema from her post-orgasm relief.

With her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms locked around his neck, Korra finally got to feel her pussy expand once more with the cock it loved. Gushing around the intruder, feeling the size of it absolutely fill her tight hole, it was incredible. And the strange angle she was at just fuelled the crazy feelings even more, like the only thing supporting her giant rear was the dick inside her.

Korra moaned into Bran’s mouth. His manly hands digging into her cheeks and forcing them downwards, somehow getting even more dick into her than she thought possible. Cervix slammed yet begging for more punishment, Korra had to do her best to roll with every punch Bran threw at her.

Their lovemaking was rough and intense. A complete departure from the wholesome family meal that had occurred so recently. Her sweat and pussy juice splattering against the floor where food crumbs still lay. No one seemed to care though. The heat of the room was intoxicating, with so many acolytes stroking themselves silly to the Avatar’s impressive feat of slit stretching, moans occurring from all around them as Bran and Korra lost themselves to each other.

Bran had to admit, the Avatar really did feel fucking great. Her pussy was tight and firm, and the sublime knowledge of claiming the world’s savior and making her his bitch wasn’t something Bran wanted to admit was turning him on immensely. He wasn’t even that into making out usually, but her fire to one up him was making it fun. He’d bite her lip then she’d lick his. She’d suck his tongue and he’d fight back with his own to get it deep into her throat. Spit was shared, dominance gained and lost, and all while his dick felt amazingly tended to by her welcoming pussy.

The more they humped the more the idea that they were right for each other was burned into their souls. He eventually lost the strength of back and brought her down onto the table to thrust even harder into her stretched legs. Korra’s cunt just squeezing Bran’s cock for all she could wring out of his iron meat. Her tits jumping around as her wails of pleasure filled the dining room. She was in absolute heaven again.

Thankfully it wasn’t enough to make her go Avatar state, but Korra was feeling like she’d left the world in terms of pleasure. Her climax readily approached, and after bringing the pregnant Pema to her peak Bran wasn’t close behind. Thrusting hard and fast with shallow thrusts into the Avatar’s cunt.

“C-CUM! BRAN PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME!” Korra begged, trying to get her weak legs to lock around his powerfully humping waist, “BRAANNNNNN!!!!”

Gritting his teeth and accepting his fate as the Avatar’s cunt filler, Bran slammed the full length of his cock into Korra’s pussy.

The younger girl bucked and jiggled in complete ecstasy, squeezing his cock as she exploded in pure orgasm. Her screams and clenches making it easy for Bran to unleash his many ball beasts inside her. A torrent of potent splooge erupting from his cockhead to fill the Avatar’s womb with his seed. Her belly bulging from how much spunk filled her inner sanctum before running out of space and shooting back out of her cunt from whatever space was left inside her. The running white sauce splattering on the table as Korra rode her mega-climax out for as much as she could.

Many of the other acolytes had fallen to the ground in climax as well. Ruining their robes with juices as the Avatar’s display had been too erotic to not masturbate to.

Bran finally ejected his leaking pipe from Korra’s pried open cunt to fall back on a nearby chair. Admiring his work with a tired smile as a couple acolytes began cleaning up after him by licking his dripping dick clean of semen and adding it to the last of their drinks.

He sighed long and hard. Tenzin had a pretty sweet life here that he didn’t mind encroaching on temporarily. Bran knew that he’d have to leave and let Korra do proper Avatar things eventually, but at least today (and maybe tomorrow) there was no rush. The desire to take his new life at his own pace was still going smoothly. And he could rest well knowing he’d done all he could to entertain not only the Avatar but also the poor distressed pregnant wife that the ol’ breeder Tenzin unfortunately left behind.