The Newest Arrival

Written in collaboration with Cross C

“Wow… Republic City… I can’t believe we made it, Naga!”

The dead of night looked so different here than the moonlit south ice sheets. Even so late there were lights everywhere on the tall towers of modern architecture. It felt alive. Each light on a building was like a book in a library just waiting to be read.

Korra wanted to experience them all. Not even waiting for the ship she was stowing away on to dock, instead reaching her hand forwards to create her own large ice platform and jumping off after saddling up her large polar bear dog.

“Let’s go!” The Avatar happily yelled, feeling the wind in her hair as her waterbended ice sled skidded along the top of the waves. Bouncing gently on the calm waters towards the towering city in front of her.

The White Lotus had kept her contained too long. Aang may have technically travelled the world as a 112 year old to save the world, then again as a 119 year old to fuck the world, but at 18 Korra had felt far more restricted. To be the one who everyone looks to for advice and to help save them, yet being stuck on a sheet of ice with nothing to do but relearn the three elements she’d conquered at age 8… going over drills and tests and study sessions and meeting master after master… the poor teenager had barely lived at all.

Republic City was going to be an oasis of freedom for her. There was so much to see, to do, to experience. She would be making a difference here, in the heart of the United Republic. Finally starting to really BE the Avatar instead of just endlessly getting ready to be.

Naga leapt from the ice and landed on Republic City concrete. The smell of industry was still lingering in the air. Burnt flames from car engines, the dingy unclean corners, and all on the open ocean with Air Temple Island looming over them. Korra looked at the statue of her previous life with pride. “Someday I’m going to have a real fancy statue like that too, Naga.” She announced, “Though maybe mine will be a little less vanilla. Considering how many women Aang had in his life you’d think they’d include that in the design.” The Avatar chuckled before kicking her legs as her large white dog followed her command.

It felt naughty to be out on the streets like this. Though to be fair, this was her first act of real rebellion. The first sin she’d committed as an Avatar (if you don’t include the strawberry cake that Katara and her had once stolen from uncle Sokka’s fridge.)

As the empty streets continued on, Korra’s mind went back to Katara briefly. Something was sad about her eyes when she left. It was a well known fact that she was the Avatar’s wife, but it must have been hard on her to deal with so much breeding from him. Aang was undoubtedly a player. Most villages had at least one story of that bison flying down and the airbender picking the sexiest women of the village to seduce. Korra’s mother had even apparently ridden the bald man’s cock, which was sort of cosmically awkward when you thought too hard about reincarnation. Korra definitely didn’t particularly want to have a vision of Aang’s POV fucking her young mother. At least she’d never admit to it.

In any case it was late. While Korra had no real qualms with bending her and Naga an earth tent and lounging about wherever, she had a pocket full of cash she’d never been able to spend and really wanted to try out an Inn.

After searching the streets for around twenty minutes, the Avatar finally managed to spot a tavern with a light on. Some drunken individuals stumbling from the doors to waddle their way home, it looked like it was closing up for the night.

“Quick, Naga! Let’s see if they have a room for us!” The overexcited waterbender exclaimed, rushing her large dog towards the building and thoroughly freaking out the surrounding drunks. Korra barely noticed them. Her sheltered upbringing making her social skills a little stunted, though she certainly wished to come across as the coolest Avatar ever. After hopping off her polar bear dog and tying her up to a nearby street lamp, Korra walked inside the tavern with confidence.

Inside was fairly quiet. Other than one or two passed out men leaning on tables the only movement was behind the bar. The place was fairly cramped, with about three booths and two tables for people to sit other than at the bar itself. Fancy oak wood surfaces were stained thoroughly by a couple years of beer spills. The salty smell of rugged sailors and benders after a long day of work mixed with the sweet **** in the air. And it was fairly obvious that Korra was now the youngest thing in the room by at least a decade.

With her continued confidence, Korra strutted towards the bar where the turned bartender was. “Excuse me! I’d like a room please! As you can see, I am-”

“Yeh gimme a minute.”

The Avatar. It’s what she wanted to say, but her sails had been thoroughly dewinded now. Instead just nodding and folding her arms to look cool once more, trying to ignore how her first interaction with someone outside the south had gone badly already.

After a few moments of pitiable self reflection, Korra finally twigged that he was just sort of standing there wiggling. Not only that but strange sounds of slurping could be heard.

“Uhh, excuse me? Are you drinking something?”

He snorted some snot back into his nasally nose, gruffly shrugging her off, “Nah. My wife will be in a sec though.”

With a tilted head, Korra’s curiosity got the better of her. Shuffling around to get a peak over his shoulder to see what the bartender was doing.

And then the Avatar was able to see her very first titfuck!

The bartender had quite a rod on him, though it was being thoroughly eaten by his wife’s chest. A slightly broader broad than most, though she may have been chubby there was certainly a level of cuteness to the bartender as she licked her husband’s cock through the titfuck. Her pale white orbs so perfectly shaped for his tanned cock to thrust and hump into.

While the Avatar wasn't used to being ignored, she had no issue with this particular act.

Given the cold environment, such pleasures were a fairly private affair in the Southern Water Tribe. Her mom had fairly small tits but Nali's tent had been a notorious hub for the tribe's men. Nali being the tribe’s young pharmacist, most of the time. The role of women with large breasts, especially those with exceptionally ample bosoms like Nali was to be a source of comfort and pleasure. By spilling their seed within the deep crevice of such ample cleavage, the men found release without burdening their wives or risking additional mouths to feed than the tribe could support. Not to mention women like Nali were a key source of extracting semen for use in various uses like medicines, lube, or for additional protein in meals. Their tribe was nothing if not economical with its resources after all.

So, without passing any judgment, Korra watched in awe as the innkeeper's wife sucked and slurped on his cock like there was no tomorrow. She bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking on the tip like it was a delicious popsicle.

This was the kind of thing she'd come to experience in the more liberal and care-free societies of the main lands. The sheltered nature of her people aside, her White Lotus minders had always been particularly insistent that she refrain from such 'inappropriate' acts which was completely unfair because Aang had totally been enjoying various encounters at her age!

Because of that, Korra had only ever heard of the train of titjobs known as Nali. She'd occasionally been able to peak at the aftermath, and her mother had been a little more open in explaining what happened (much to her father’s chagrin), but whenever Korra tried to sneak into Nali’s tent the White Lotus had stopped her somehow. The Avatar was the only one without a proper sex education in the whole village. Now seeing her very first penis on the random stranger in front of her, with the exotic thrill of not getting caught being quite electrifying for the Avatar.

"Oh, fuck," the guy moaned, his voice filled with pleasure. "You're really milking me tonight..."

"Mmmhhmmm," the woman moaned back, her voice dripping with desire. "That's right, honey. Give me that creamy load, right in my mouth."

She probably should have left or at least excused herself until they’d completed..

But caught up in the moment, Korra decided to join the party. With a flick of her wrist, she used her waterbending skills to control the spilled beer, making it flow through the air like a liquid dance. The golden brew twisted and turned, moving toward the bartender's package. It was like she was caressing his throbbing member with the boozy stream.

A rush of excitement surged through Korra's veins. Growing up in a tribe of waterbenders had its ups and downs for Korra. Everyone could create their own lube for sexy times, so there wasn't much need for her to get involved. Even Nali who sometimes had an entire hunting party piling into her tent after a long trip didn't need help. Korra was sure it was like a slippery paradise in there!

Korra couldn't help but feel like she was missing out. Her White Lotus babysitters kept her away from all the fun stuff, including using her waterbending powers to apply lube during steamy sessions. It was frustrating, to say the least. She had to settle for experimenting on her own, making lube in her own little bubble or the fairly boring work of making some for trade in the longhouse with the old matrons.

“Thank you, dearie!” The wife beamed, lapping some of her husband’s new lube, “Mm, good taste!”

“N-no worries…” A blushing and enamoured Korra replied. Feeling rather strong tingles down below as she wondered how it tasted.

The man also turned, “Yeah thanks. ‘Preciate it waterbender.” He nodded, then actually cast his eyes to Korra as a whole, “Hmm, you got a nice set of knockers on you too. Guess it’s not the first time you’ve lubed up a cock, eh?”

“A-actually… it was…” she mumbled, taking a hold of one of her hair dangles to awkwardly stroke it for comfort.

“Well, you did a bang-up job, lassie.” He hadn’t smiled, but was still rather warm in his own gruff way, “I can definitely fuck my wife’s tits for ages like this. I’d do yours too as thanks-AH!” He winced in pain, giving a frown down to his partner, “I was gonna say cause I was too in love with ya, woman! No need to bring teeth inta this!”

“She wouldn’t want to fuck your cock anyway! Look how young she is, that’s a girl that’s going to have far better suitors than your sorry ass!”

Korra could sense a weird tension between them and quickly tried to diffuse it, “It-it’s okay! Don’t fight over me!” She insisted, then she took a beat and looked down at her breasts, “I’m not against using them for someone. That is what big boobs are for, but… I, well, I recently sort of got some distance from some very domineering… let’s say parents.” Her mind thought back to the White Lotus and their strict rules for everything she did, “And they had this sexist notion that if I did anything with my boobs then I’d lose focus on my studies forever. Even though Aang got to go around and be with any woman he wanted, I’M not allowed to even look at boys because of my ‘feminine immaturity’!” She scoffed, ranting to the titfucking pair in her own world, “So I want to prove them wrong if I can. Maybe find, like, the BIGGEST penis. Then they’ll see that I’m perfectly capable of having the most amount of fun AND being the best Avatar ever!”

Korra’s attempts at hiding her identity had presumably gone up in flames. Eyes wide, she gave a worried look back over the bar.

The pair looked confused at her, then each other, then back to her.

“You shouldn’t pretend to be the Avatar, dearie. But I’m glad to hear you have standards.” The wife beamed while still receiving her husband’s crotch humps.

Once more, dewinded sails made Korra’s shoulders slump, “Whatever, I was just looking for a room?”

“Welfu CAME to thrIghT PlAcE!”

The three of them turned to see that one of the passed out drunks had woken up, kinda. Stumbling towards the Avatar, the balding business man was still waving his drink around the bar, “I hve a LITTLE aprt -burp- ment tHaT I caN bRinG allll FIVE of yoU too!” He loudly announced to the blurred vision in front of him. “Thn I’ll shOw those purrrrty boobies my peeerrrfect PEEEEENISSSS!!!!”

“Oh really?” Korra frowned at the man nearly reaching her personal space, instead she sent a tiny rock flying to collide with his already loose belt. The business man’s pants instantly fell to the floor, letting his fairly small wanger wave in the breeze. “Looks like you wouldn’t even get up past my nips with that.” She laughed.

“Y-you’ll PAY fr thIS!” He yelled in rage before stumbling away pantsless. Upon reaching the door he bumped into it, mumbled “Excuse me madam” and then fell down about three steps away from the bar.

“Oh thank the spirits. He collapsed on the street, means he’s not our problem anymore.” said the husband before floating over a key from the cabinet with his earthbending, “Here you go, room 4 is just upstairs.” Korra fumbled with the floating key before moving on to fumbling with her pocket, “You can pay for it in the morning, just go get some rest ‘Avatar’.”

“Th-thank you! Enjoy your… um, enjoy your wife!”

“I always do!” He beamed as he watched the waterbending girl hurry away. “...wait, did she earthbend as well?”

He looked down to see that his wife had already put it together and was watching her go with wide eyes, “Yes you moron, that was the actual Avatar!” She hissed at him, “If I wasn’t down here stroking your stupid cock then I’d have gotten to meet her properly!”

“Wow, the Avatar back in our tavern.” The man exhaled in surprise, thinking about the sign he’d put up next to the one of him and his wife fucking about how he had TWO Avatar’s at his abode. Aang having christened room 2 many years previously with that slightly depressing girl with all the knives. “Should we give her a discount?”

“Discount? If we can get the Avatar to lose her virginity in our tavern, I’ll let her buy the room forever free of charge!”