An Air Breeding Montage and Some Good Advice

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Tenzin's hips rocked with a steady rhythm off the shapely buttocks of Ozumi. A Fire Nation refugee and former orphan living off scraps in the City, he'd known her since she was a small, fire-kissed sprite clinging to the robes of one of the elder Acolytes, and seeing her grow into a strong, beautiful young woman had been a joy.

She had turned eighteen just in time for the ritual and Tenzin couldn't help but thrill in taking her virginity, in knowing that her womanly gifts were solely his, that her womb would forever be dedicated to bearing his children alone, to reviving his people.

That possessiveness was a bit crass, but he supposed he was his father's son.

It was the same way he felt about the rest of his flock, his Acolytes. These women were dedicated to his family, his cause, and Tenzin would be lying if he said he didn't feel a great sense of pride and responsibility.

"That's it, Ozumi," he murmured, his voice tinged with fatherly care, "that's it. You're doing so well. You're taking my dick like such a good girl.”

His words were chosen with care for many of his Acolytes shared such fantasies and they had the intended effect, eliciting a shudder of pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his shaft like a vice as she climaxed as if on command

He gritted his teeth and groaned, the exquisite sensation pushing him over the edge. As he unloaded into Ozumi, pressing into her and keeping his pulsing tip right against her frantically kissing core, there was a brief scuffle as the two Acolytes pressed closest against him vied for position.

Hua, a short, stocky woman with an infectious smile and a fiery spirit, had been clutching his bottom with both hands, sometimes pressing kisses to his hip as he drove into Ozumi. Sunue, a quite busty woman with a slender body and a penchant for lewd stories, had been under his arm her hands roaming his body, caressing his chest and abs, pinching his nipples, and even teasing his balls.

Hua was the victor and Tenzin groaned, his hips pumping reflexively as the last dregs of his release spurted forth. With a sigh, he pulled out, his shaft glistening with Ozumi's juices, and drove himself into Hua's waiting quim.

And then his hip twinged.

As shamed as he was to admit it, this was all a little much for Tenzin, his motivation flagging a bit more with each load.

You may look at a pro bending field full of naked women and think ’Wow! What a lucky boy I am!’ but let me assure you, without the tools to deliver your goods wholesale the event will quickly sour. You might think you can handle all that pussy. But will you still feel excited after the fifth woman? Tenth? Twenty fourth? Perhaps after all that, with so many unsullied cunts yet to fuck, will you still want to do the deed?

This was the reality that Tenzin now faced. Yes, there was a trail of women behind him that were now packed tightly with cum (thanks to Koba’s cumbending assistance there too), but there were still so many yet to breed.

It was the age old question of, 'would you like to bang one thousand sluts, or just the one?’

He knew Aang's answer, as some of the more mathematically inclined of the Air Acolytes had calculated that the number of Tenzin's unknown half-brothers and sisters numbered in the tens of thousands. The fire nation was thought to have been bred the hardest, since the penance they felt after being subjects to such a war hungry monarch was palpable. Yet the actual number of airbenders in the world could still just be counted on one hand.

Even with all of Aang’s efforts, there were still so few. Theories ran rampant these days as to why that was. One said it mostly stemmed from his 100 year frozen time lapse effectively sterilizing him. Another said that either during the air nomad massacre or Ozai himself had perhaps managed a coup into the spirit world to devastatingly wound the air spirits themselves. And others said that both worlds needed time to heal. That Korra was supposed to bring balance to them all for the airbenders to return. None were really sure, but as Tenzin HAD been born, and he HAD three airbending kids, the only real path forwards was: roll the dice and breed.

Which is why he rammed himself as deep as he could into Hua’s cunt, slapping his entire firm belly practically inside her peach shaped cheeks while unloading rope after rope into her unprotected pussy.

The hip twinge was forgotten about. Air bending practices helped him control his breathing through the pain, providing the girl with as much pleasure as his older junk could provide.

Hua was just leaning into the madness. To serve the air nomads was all she, or any other girl here, wanted more than anything. Having to be filled with hot piping airbender cum to do so was just a perk. Helped along by Sunue who wanted her own turn on the bulky beardo. Though Tenzin certainly had some moves to make her pussy sing, even if his power was beginning to wane from constant thrusts.

She was abandoned like a dry tissue, waiting for Koba’s bending, as Sunue hopped herself onto the groaning master’s rigid pole.

---

The wind whispered through the tall blades of grass, carrying with it the pleasured moans and the pleading animal calls that pulsed through the sacred field.

Penpa knelt among her fellow Acolytes, her back straight and her sex offered, as the sun beat down upon her exposed body. She waited her turn, unfortunately far from the center of their gathering where Tenzin, the Celestial Horse-Bull embodied, roared and bucked, a whirlwind of flesh and passion.

Heat and anticipation had begun to prickle sweat along her brow, her heart thrummed with a singular purpose: to be filled by the Celestial Horse-Bull, her womb brimming with the potent seed of her Master.

Tenzin was not a cruel master. He was wise, gentle, and kind, the very embodiment of the Air Nomads' principles.

Yet, when the ceremony began, he was transformed. Gone was the dignified leader, the respected father, the thoughtful mentor. He became a wild thing, a beast driven by base instincts. And Penpa, along with the rest of the Acolytes, were here to be rutted, to be bred by this primal creature.

Women don’t need a ton to be happy in sex. In the end, the right partner will do wonders for them. It certainly depends on the woman, some crave danger, some crave balance, yet a lot just like to feel safe. Safe in the knowledge that the crazy lunatic thrusting into their hole isn’t going to be the worst decision they were ever going to make. That’s how Penpa felt towards Tenzin, who was the epitome of that safety. An older man, a family man, a sturdy man.

And right now, the complete antithesis to that safety was settling his big, calloused and earth-worn hands onto her hips. A jolt of foreign energy that sent shivers down her spine.

"Bran!" Penpa gasped, the name of the young Avatar's paramour familiar to her. "What are you doing here?"

"Surprised, little Air Slut?" He squeezed Penpa's hips, his grip firm, grounding her to the earth beneath his palms. Then, something shifted.

Something large, heavy, fell down against the small of her back. She could feel its weight, its heat, its pulsing desire. That his great manhood was far larger than their Air Master's was well known, the whispers amongst her sister's a constant source of intrigue. That he rivaled Aang's legend was the subject of some of the most salacious gossip. But to have the evidence pressed against her skin, her spine, sent a delicious thrill through her.

Penpa didn’t love safety as much as she thought she did.

A rudimentary hobo, Bran was. He had done little to prove his character, often drinking well into the night after sleeping with whatever moved. Ranting about the state of the world, with insane notions that sounded like he believed he controlled it. Often saying how he was going to find a way to turn either Air Temple Island or Sato Industries into a multi ethnic brothel. He was smelly, rude, and so, so, so, hot.

Excitement blushed across her face as that thick meaty cock readied itself to her overly eager hole. The door to helping the air nomads for the next nine months was quickly closing, yet she just internally begged him to hurry up.

He pushed.

The world narrowed to the searing ache blossoming between Penpa's legs, a chasm waiting to be filled. It was a foreign feeling, an earth tremor rumbling through her air-kissed being. She whimpered, digging her fingers into the wet grass and damp earth, grounding herself as something unimaginably huge, hot, and slick breached her delicate folds.

Bran grunted, the muscles in his chest and arms rippling with tension. His hips, his pelvis, a thick slab of rock, were pressed against Penpa's butt his member wedged inside her.

"Spirits, girl, you're tighter than I thought. How many times has old baldy fucked you already? And still as tight as a virgin!”

Penpa just could not respond. Her voice was purely, unequivocally, just moans now. Tongue lolling from her mouth, sweat gushing from her brow, all while this studly earthbender kept her propped up and properly staked. One buff arm wrapped around her waist, the other grabbing onto her head to puppet her tongue onto his own. She felt like she would melt into his arms with how ferociously hot her pussy felt.

It wasn’t long before he just gave up on her response and began fucking the shit out of her. The arm that was around her belly had scooped up a leg, using it to bounce the semi bald woman up and down like she was a simple doll. Pempa didn’t care though. Nothing could make her innards quake better than earthbender schlong scraping along her temple walls.

While the air had been calmly whipping about thanks to Tenzin, now the ground was rumbling thanks to Bran. It was pretty easy to tell what he was doing.

“Bran! What are you doing!?” Yelled Elder Dhakpa, the ritual's organizer. “This is supposed to be a breeding event!”

“Yeah, well, make it more interesting for the poor audience!” Bran laughed, not even slightly breaking his stride of fucking, “I’m the villain! Tenzin has to hurry the fuck up and fuck before they're all full of my lil earthbenders! HAHAHA!”

Murmurs erupted through the crowd. Most seemed onboard with the sudden twist, though there were outliers who thought it spat in the face of the spirits blessing the event. No one really wanted to get in Bran’s way. It was fairly normal that he’d join such a sexual conquest. Such a huge cock couldn’t be contained, and that excited all that were watching.

The real one they looked to for an opinion was Tenzin himself. If the big man said Bran should go then they would follow his opinion to the letter.

But no qualms were raised. In fact, the mad breeding rabbit dog formerly known as Tenzin was going at it even harder than before. Perhaps in his non-cognizant fugue state he could do nothing but rise to the challenge laid down by Bran. Taking a handful of an older woman’s ass that he was ramming into and treating it like the clutch of a Satomobile, revving her engine while using his airbending to fuck her even faster.

Bran just smiled at the man’s tenacity, respect flowing through him as Penpa’s juices flowed down his nutsack.

---

It was also a lovely day for the world’s wankers.

Male masturbation had taken a rather mainstream turn in the last few weeks. Obviously cum was needed for a LOT of food, and those that refused the healing nature power of animal jism for whatever reason were relying on men to produce enough to survive on. As such, women were doing their part to try and tantalize men as much as they could. Low cut tops, high cut hems, some even going so far as to just micro-seduce men on the street. Kissing or letting them grope massive cock pleasers. Whatever would generate one more drop of cum was on the table these days.

As such, masturbation itself had lost a lot of taboo. If your cock was up then you could be praised. You were to be feeding someone in need soon. Premature ejaculators that went in their pants were seen as pure scum, but at least a waterbender could salvage something from their underwear. Even the Chief of Police had to release all of those who had been imprisoned for public masturbation (weird that they had even been jailed for that…)

So when a man was pumping next to you in the crowd, watching an erotic display, as long as he was aiming for a cup then you too could be proud of that wanker.

This was the reality for Gesol. A man once known for his chilled attitude and reserved demeanor was now furiously masturbating next to his fellow nomads to the sight of so much jiggly female flesh.

Gesol did have a mild perverted streak he had hid from his friends, but now it didn’t seem to make sense to keep that side of him quiet. People were actively looking for his guidance in the best porn to stroke off to once it became clear he knew his stuff. Techniques, hidden shops, lubrication, all of this and more were now helping others rather than being simple self pleasure stations.

His associate Shong had become somewhat a protege to Gesol. The younger man was studious and self controlled, apparently never having even cum once before. Much to his shame. Gesol didn’t mind though, right now the tall nerd was doing him proud. Groaning in sheer amazement at the display. Whispering the names of the women that Master Tenzin and Bran were fucking, imagining himself being the one to fuck the shit out of so much glorious pussy.

Plus it felt good.

His eyes flicked to the Avatar watching from atop the temple alongside the Air Master's wife and a shiver ran down his spine as he recalled that his balls had been among the few chosen to contribute to Korra's tsampsa at lunch earlier today. The Avatar, her laughter echoing through the room, had savored their collective offering, each bite a communion, a sharing of strength and spirit. And within that steaming bowl, a mess of Gesol’s own ejaculate pulsed, tiny seeds warming the core of this powerful young woman.

The thought stirred him, a secret heat tingling up his spine. His strokes grew faster, the rhythm mimicking that earthbending brute’s savage beat. His mind painted an incredibly arousing picture: Korra, her powerful muscles corded with energy, fueled by the fire of his very seed. The Avatar, fueled by him, the humble Acolyte.

The fantasy spurred him on, his hand a piston driving life into the waiting cup. His release came like a geyser, a white torrent overflowing the rim, a testament to his devotion, his silent contribution to the Avatar's growth.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows on the ritual field, Gesol felt a deep satisfaction. He had played his part, a small cog in the great machine of life. His seed, his pleasure, woven into the fabric of their survival, a tiny thread in the tapestry of the future. And somewhere, within the Avatar's belly, a spark of his essence burned, a fire he had helped kindle, a whisper of his soul fueling the woman who held the fate of their world in her hands.

There were many around them, warming and stinking up the stands as they filled cup after cup with their semen. All wishing they had been born an airbender to help, or at least being born hung like Bran, but knowing their place was in the back row providing the sustenance and spice.

---

Meanwhile, Korra bounced her tits absently as she watched the ritual, really wishing she was down there having fun with the nuns. Not even to take back her great big dick either. Just bending lube and playing with the bodies of the waiting ladies.

But no, she could see some of her White Lotus minders pumping away down there in the spectating crowd. They weren't about to let her take part in a breeding ritual no matter what Korra promised. Too bad Bran hadn't taken her with him as she'd noticed her baby-sitters tended to lose their backbones whenever he was around.

Below, the ritual raged, a whirlwind of wind and earth, but her attention was consumed by one sight.

Bran had simply casually strode over to the nearest woman and bent his massive cock down between her legs to use her for his pleasure.

Now his massive frame hunched over the prostrate Acolyte. All that was visible of the woman were her legs, bent at the knees and thrust skyward past the boulders of Bran's powerful backside that pulsed with the rhythm of his climax.

The Acolyte's legs, slick with sweat and the telltale white of spent seed, twitched spasmodically, a testament to the storm that had just ravaged her. Korra's own muscles clenched in phantom sympathy, a yearning twisting through her gut.

"Not fair," she hissed under her breath and shot another glare at the nearest White Lotus.

Didn't they understand that SEX was how she reached the Avatar State!?

She watched as the Acolyte girl tried to get up, a look of dazed bewilderment on her face as Bran lumbered off. Her legs were like jelly, a stream of cum dripping down her leg, and a goofy smile spread across her face even as Bran walked to the next woman and pushed his way into her cunt without even slowing.

"Spirits, that looks amazing." she sighed.

It was, all in all, making Korra rather frustrated.

“Grr… man, I’m the Avatar but I feel like a pigeon-rat trapped in a cage.” She huffed, once more re-lathering her pussy with waterbending as if it would help. “Why can’t Bran just fuck ME!?”

Pema chuckled beside her. The older woman was casually stroking her slit to the two greatest men in her life and had almost forgotten about Korra, but the teenage angst brought her right back to being a mother again. “He will, don’t worry. He isn’t a cruel fellow, just libertine.”

“Hm?”

“Hedonistic.” Pema re-explained, “A free agent of pleasure. D-debaucherous. Languid yet p-pastionate…” Her hand was once more stroking as she described the thick tank. “So… big…”

A sigh escaped Korra’s lips, not even registering the pregnant pleasure beside her, “Well… I just hope he doesn’t get bored of me…”

“Never, dear. You are the Avatar, he’ll always come back. And if he doesn’t he’ll have to deal with me.” Pema reassured, changing her leaning spot to be able to kiss the brown girl’s forehead, yet also not really having the strength of will to move fingers from her clit.

“Thanks, Pema.”

They shared a brief quiet moment, semi ruined by their shared traitorous hands deciding to play very delicately with each other’s skin. Korra’s hand reaching over to squeeze Pema’s cheeks, while whiter hands couldn’t help flicking brown nipples.

But for all their slight playfulness, the older woman decided this was the best time to discuss something that had been on her mind. “That being said, it wouldn’t hurt you to expand your worldview.”

That took her aback a little, “Whu~t do you mean?”

“Bran has made it fairly clear that he will probably fuck you forever,” Pema chuckled, looking down at the man as he tackled each Acolyte with the enthusiasm of a man who'd finally stumbled into a bakery filled with his favorite pastries, “But, I think we both know, even if your heart is in it, he will not be your boyfriend. A sexual guru, but not marriage material.”

Korra swallowed, looking a little hurt but not surprised by her words. “Y-yeah… I know… he’s made that clear… but…”

“Tenzin wants to keep you here until you’re ready, but I think if Bran had not tempted you to stay, you would have explored far more of the city by now.” Pema was weirdly not backing down from the sexual aspect of this heart to heart. Keeping the distracted girl focused on her by keeping two fingers against moist pussy. “Isn’t there somewhere you want to go? Somewhere away from Tenzin?”

With a gasp both from revelation and finger in slit, Korra whispered back, “Are you… trying to convince me to sneak out?!”

“Of course not.” Pema smiled, “But I see nothing wrong with encouraging a young girl to meet folks her own age.”

“...the pro-bending announcements on the radio HAVE sounded pretty fun… ahh~”

Rewarding through action and not words, Pema quickly began devouring the neck of the Avatar. Scraping her teeth along the skin, all while increasing the fervency of her fingers inside Korra’s cunt. “Maybe you’ll find someone out there to call your special one?” She hissed temptations into the girl’s ear, all while she melted into the seat, “A nice burly male… or perhaps, even a nice girlfriend all for your own?”

Something hiccupped inside Korra.

The image of a girlfriend erupted an orgasm from the frustrated eighteen year old quicker than she ever thought possible. That deep silence desire, suddenly verbalized by an authority figure, was a little too much for her not to climax hard at. Korra thought she wanted a boyfriend like Bran. That was what her conscious mind kept telling her. And with how dense she was, would continue to tell her. But deep deep down, an idea had blossomed inside the Avatar that she wasn’t experienced enough to articulate.

But Pema knew more than her. And with one final smirk, she left the twitching girl to her climax to go and see if she could pick up at least one quick fuck from either game player.