Pema Milking Bran pt. II

Written in collaboration with Cross C

“Mm, that’s the stuff,” Bran hummed, quite enjoying the multiple levels of softness against his crotch as Korra and Pema lovingly stroked him, “Having two ladies taking care of your erection. I’m sure you can relate, eh Tenzin?"

The tall bald bearded man had come around the table to stay part of the conversation and now he stared fixedly at both his wife's and protege's actions, "Ah... It has been some time since I experienced such pleasures... I think. My memory fails me but not since my father's various 'training trips'..."

Bran snorted, "So what I'm hearing is that you haven't been getting any of this since you were a teen. WHAT have you been doing with all your slutty little nuns, Tenzin?!"

Tenzin's composed demeanor remained unchanged, his voice steady as he addressed Bran's inquiry "Well... I engage in sexual relations with the nuns on a daily basis," he stated matter-of-factly, showing no signs of embarrassment. "However, I prefer to focus on breeding one woman at a time to maintain harmony and ensure that the duties of the rest of the acolytes are undisturbed."

"The nuns willingly offer their bodies for this purpose, understanding the significance of procreation in preserving our traditions and the future of the Air Nomads. It is a deeply spiritual act, one that fosters a sense of unity and purpose among us."

"Sure, sure… but just one at a time? That's… boring man! What about having fifty broads all begging for it, all naked and shaking their asses? You can do that! I'm sure Aang did~. One time I had these three whores all stacked up on top of each other, big girl on bottom, it was a damned pussy layer cake!"

Tenzin sighed, "Yes, my father was quite fond of similar acts. A good chunk of my airbender training was watching the Kyoshi warriors be trapped in tornados and stacked accordingly..."

"Sounds like your dad had all the game, don't tell me you're on sex island and all you do is plain ol' missionary shit?" Bran asked, chuckling as Pema met his eyes, communicating her disappointed agreement. She had to turn her head to the side to be seen past the towering bulk of his member as she hefted her breasts along the shaft beneath Korra's, the younger girl pushing up against her side as they pleasured his cock together.

"Perhaps... perhaps. Maybe I should be a bit more accepting of new ideas, considering how far behind in my breeding duties I am..."

"Well, don't worry. I'm gonna keep being your wing-man. Gonna set you straight. Once I've had some fun with ya…"

Bran leaned down and whispered a fair amount in Korra's ear, filling his palms with one tit from each woman, fondling absently.

Korra didn't find his suggestions extraordinary but based on her sour expression she wasn't a fan at all, "Seriously? You want me to give up my very first titfuck with the big beautiful cock my pussy is in love with... to mess with Tenzin?!"

"Hey. Are you my sex-apprentice or not? I'm not asking you to fuck his wrinkled schlong, just have a little fun with it. This is part of your training. Besides I'm pretty sure a sweet-ass big-titty Avatar slut like you can cure old Tenzin of needing any herbal enhancement in no time flat, am I right?"

Korra's frown became a fierce grin, "Fine! But afterwards I expect this huge dick to fuck my pussy like a good boy! Cause my pussy is gonna be aching for it!"

Tenzin put his hands in the air as a barrier as Korra spun to her feet toward him, full jugs swinging and jiggling delightfully, "Now, no one is messing with me. Certainly not you, Korra."

"Come on, Tenzin!" Korra whined, her unbound breasts continuing their dance and sway.

"Korra, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I must admit I am a bit... conflicted by these... methods to reach the Avatar State. Bran may be your new tutor, but as your airbending master I'm NOT going to participate in that way... of training."

Bran cut in, his voice absolutely smug, "Yes, you are. As you said I am the sex tutor, so it would be normal for you to go along with all of my sexy teaching ideas for Korra. I got her to the Avatar State, didn't I? So just stand there and let my girl do her thing, yea?"

Tenzin blinked.

“Y-yes… I suppose I will. Carry on, Korra…” He said with a confused look as to why he questioned the man in the first place. Her training in all fields was paramount, and somehow this man had surpassed his ability to connect to Korra’s abilities as the Avatar.

"What does this... messing with-entail?"

"Wouldn't you like to know!" Korra grinned.

He also somehow managed to make Korra a little bit of a sexy deviant.

She’d been such a tomboy on first arrival. Wanting to punch everything that didn’t work out first try, demanding to be taken to Republic City every five minutes, and generally not listening to his sage advice in preference to stubbornly following her own ideas. Bran had come in and made her obedient enough to get the Avatar to be dancing towards Tenzin right now.

And the difference was quite arousing.

Her young yet adult body was hard to look away from. Her movements weren’t as graceful as the belly dancing whores of the desert his father once took him to, but she’d trained all her life to do various bending moves and so her body looked tight and confident in its motions.

The sway of her hips, the jiggle of her tits, and the determined-to-seduce look in her eye as she stared at the older man was arousing. Imaginary rhythm brought her closer with each tapping step. Her hands caressed down her body, and her body glistened with a slight layer of sweat.

Korra kept an eye on his crotch, looking for the shape of that bulge she'd caught this morning but it was frustratingly illusive.

"You think a little dance will waken the man?" Called out Bran, "Tenzin may appear old and predictable, but he's a stud who sets aside time every day to fuck his Air bitches. Boringly maybe, but that's an experienced dick right there. Do the rest of what I told ya already!"

"Okay, this is so weird though," Korra muttered to herself. Her eyes flashed at Tenzin as she approached, "This is your fault. All you had to do was get hard and we'd be done!"

Tenzin sighed, "Hardly. I do not presume to understand Bran's teaching method but this was your test, not mine."

Looking past a suddenly glaring Korra, the large fellow did not even appear to be even paying attention having paused his titjob to reach down and paw at Pema's womanhood, his tremendous member now resting upon her protruding baby bump as his wife clutched at it, her soft gasps and shudders floating over.

Korra's ample breasts were suddenly pressed into Tenzin's side, her warmth enveloping him as she explored his form with curious hands, one stroking the muscles of his chest as the other moved along his back. He stiffened yet maintained his composure, merely standing there as she continued her teasing ministrations.

A mischievous grin played on Korra's lips as she unraveled the ties of Tenzin's robes. Soon enough she had them off and his pants down, leaving him in only his clinging beige undergarments and his distinctive red mantle about his shoulders.

Korra's hand moved with purpose, instantly finding its way to Tenzin's right nipple. She began stroking and teasing it, watching intently for any reaction from the normally composed airbender. "Hmm, keeping up some abs in your old age, nice. Tell me, Tenzin," she said with a playful glint in her eyes, "have you ever thought about asking for a tit-fuck from me?"

Her words held a mixture of curiosity and insouciance, testing the waters to see if her teasing could provoke a reaction, all the while her hands kept moving around his bare skin.

Tenzin's stoic facade wavered, but he tried to maintain his composure. "Korra," he responded dryly, attempting to keep things under control despite the unusual situation, "we are supposed to be focused on your... training."

"Aw, come on, Tenzin. Lighten up! This is my training. How am I supposed to commune with the other Avatars if I don’t play with you sexually? You can't tell me that doesn't make sense. Not with the way your dad was." she retorted, her hand still insistently playing with his nipples, eliciting a subtle twitch from him.

Tenzin's resistance was starting to weaken, and he couldn't deny the intriguing mix of emotions coursing through him. On one hand, the situation was bizarre and uncomfortable, but on the other, Korra's boldness and allure were undeniably stirring. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain control of his body's reactions as Korra's teasing continued.

The sight of his Pema rocking her beautiful pregnant body with a graceful rhythm fully absorbed in pleasuring Bran wasn't helping. Her ample breasts swayed and jiggled with each motion, enveloping the upper part of Bran's enormous cock as she worked her titfuck magic. Her lips pressed hungrily against the glans, and her tongue swirled around it sensually.

"That's a good slut," Bran purred, his fingers gently combing her hair, "Keep that up and you'll be milking every drop outta me."