BranBros Presents: The Avatar Bang Bus (Part 2)

Written in collaboration with Namichwan.

“No Avatar State from him either…” Korra was barely holding back her smile as she looked at Bran, “Guess I’m just going to have to keep fucking dudes until it happens, huh Bran?”

Korra’s expression was knowing and sleazy as she continued, “That Firebender stud wasn’t half bad…”

“On the couch. Now.”

Ah, the real reason Korra was so willing to sleep with other men.

Jealous Bran had arrived.

Bran's jealousy had reached a fever pitch. The second Korra dared to mention Rijunn’s pitiful attempt at pleasing her, something primal snapped in him. He wasn’t just going to fuck her—he was going to erase any memory of the pathetic men she’d entertained before, claim every inch of her body, and make sure she knew there was only one cock that could ever own her.

Korra, already breathless from the way Bran’s sheer presence consumed the space around her, quickly positioned herself on the plush couch. Her back arched, legs spread wide as she eagerly awaited what she knew was coming. Bran wasted no time; the moment he stood up, the full girth of his cock hardened, towering over the space between them like a weapon ready to strike.

When Bran thrust into her, the impact was immediate and overwhelming. His massive cock filled her, stretching her pussy wider than any man ever could. Korra screamed in pleasure, gripping the couch as Bran’s hips slammed into hers, his cock plunging deep inside her with every forceful thrust. There was no gentleness, no hesitation—just raw, animalistic need.

“Ohhh, fuck! Bran! Bran!” Korra’s voice was hoarse with lust, her body shuddering under his relentless pounding. Her mind went blank, consumed by the sensation of his enormous cock filling her completely. It didn’t just feel good—it was as if Bran was reshaping her from the inside, claiming her as his, erasing every trace of Rijunn and the others before him.

Bran leaned forward, his large hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove himself deeper into her, each thrust deliberate and punishing. “You think anyone else could fuck you like this, Korra?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “You think anyone else could handle the Avatar?”

“N-no one! Only you!” she cried out, her voice shaking as his cock slammed into her over and over. “Fuck, Bran, you’re the only one! I fucking love your cock!”

Korra’s legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper, **** to feel all of him. The furniture creaked beneath them, her body convulsing as Bran drove her closer and closer to the edge of bliss. She wasn’t just being fucked—she was being owned, taken in a way no man had ever managed before. Every thrust, every grunt from Bran was a reminder of his dominance, his power, and she welcomed it with open arms.

She wasted no time in following orders as he moved his girthy body out of his seat.

A wild expression of lust had clearly overtaken the young woman as she looked up at the darkened face of her favorite cock wielder. Hardness growing in both his manner and schlong.

Without waiting for permission, Bran rammed himself inside the Avatar, reaching deeper than Rijunn could ever hope to achieve.

“OHhHH! FUCK!” Korra moaned, gripping herself against the furniture hard. Her legs spread by sheer bulk pressing into her, a hard thumping of meat that ground out all of her nerve endings every time he entered inside her. “BRAN! BRANNNN!!! I FUCK-UNGHH L-LOVE YOUR C-COCK!!”

While he was the best lover she ever had and ever will have, there was a layer of his laziness that did bother the Avatar sometimes. Like he thought he could always take it easy, as if he had some higher power to keep him safe at all times.

So Jealous Bran was her favorite. Unleashed in his dominance. Wanting nothing more than to fuck all memory of those smaller pricked guys out of her. Not realising it had gone the moment his juice maker entered her tight slit.

Korra couldn’t get a little idea out of her head. Bran had mentioned a theory he had when someone asked him about his obsession with whores. He believed that pussies retained the shape of the last cock they fucked, so letting whores fuck other men only shrunk them back down to let him stretch them out again. A perfect idea for the biggest cock in the world, though a bit unfortunate for every other man.
From the outside of the vehicle it could be mistaken that a wild tiger-howler monkey was being transported. The wails of a smitten bitch echoed throughout the streets of Republic City. Loud thumping of an enraged beast, certainly, but not the kind that it sounded like.

It was brutal, intense, and everything Korra wanted to really cut loose.

How could she ever find her Katara if Bran fucked her senseless every time she tried?

The raging Bran rammed harder and harder, faster and faster. As if he was trying to dig a hole through her cunt to her brain. Maybe it was the fact she could take him at his most wild was why he liked her so much? Or just that sense of superiority knowing the most famous pussy in the world was his to enjoy at its fullest.

Bran pushed her to the floor of the truck and flipped her around, hands roaming the body he’d conquered, through gritted teeth he snarled at her, “Your pussy is still mine, got that Avatar?!”

“ALWAYS!” She moaned, feeling him pull on her sensitive nipple with such reckless abandon she felt like she was falling all over for him, “TH-THE UNG A-AVATAR’S PUSSY IS YOURS F-FOR~EH~VER, B-BRAN!”

To finalise the deal, his cum erupted forth into his prize with a thundering bellow.

Her already rearranged organs needing to make extra room inside her tight body for the gallon of jism that begun pouring out and ballooning her womb. Korra’s climax hit the hardest it had been since the very first time she’d spread her legs for the towering terror inside her. Her teeth grit, her spine spasmed, but even as she thrashed about Bran simply grabbed her ponytail and shoved his tongue down her throat. Truly marking every part of her as his own.

Yet he wasn’t done.

Even as his cum covered cock still lay inside her overly full pussy, Jealous Bran felt like he wanted to fuck her even more.

He slammed the wall with his mighty fist, barking out a new order. “Park the truck!”

Quickly the vehicle came to a stop, and though Korra was confused she was in no head space to even talk right now, let alone figure out what was happening. Bran grabbed her legs and shifted her away from the couch and to one of the longer side walls of the truck.

Earthbending may have been all he knew, but Bran had been secretly training with a new acquaintance of his: Lin.

The metal bending chief had obviously found it perfectly normal to teach Bran just enough of her signature skill to make a single round hole in any metallic object he desired. Which today, was this truck. Suddenly in front of Korra an opening to the outside world. The people of Republic City walking by, none the wiser to the absolute sweaty cum filled state their Avatar was currently in.

“Oi! Free mouth to fuck here!” Bran yelled loudly and unashamed, shoving Korra towards the hole, “This slut wants to suck down as many cocks it can! Any man wanting to be licked by a real slut, come get some!” He huffed, seeing that her mouth already basically hung out the space he’d made, Bran growled at her, “Tell them.”

Korra could tell some people had stopped but were unsure about the bizarre man yelling from the truck, “I-it’s true! I’ll suck you! Please!”

Despite Bran's loud and brash proclamation, the street remained mostly indifferent. Republic City was always bustling, and most of the people passing by were too absorbed in their own lives to give the scene much attention. A few curious glances were cast in the direction of the truck, but none lingered for too long. The sheer awkwardness of the situation—seeing the random female’s face hanging out of a hole in a truck, her mouth inviting and ready—was enough to make most people avert their eyes and hurry along.

Bran’s frustration simmered, but it didn’t last long. He smirked as an idea formed in his mind, one that would fix the problem and make sure Korra was properly used, just the way he wanted. His hand moved to the Normality Earrings dangling from his ears, brushing against them lightly as he spoke in a low, commanding tone.

“It’s normal that any man who sees the Avatar’s tongue in the next five minutes will line up to get their dick sucked,” Bran said, the words rolling off his tongue with an air of absolute certainty.

The moment he uttered the statement, society itself shifted around them. The busy street, with people rushing about their daily business, suddenly began to change.

Men who had been focused on their errands—whether merchants hauling carts, factory workers heading home, or even government officials—began to slow down, their attention inexplicably drawn to the truck and the sight of Korra’s tongue slipping from between her lips, slick and inviting.

The first man, a dock worker with calloused hands and a rough, unshaven face, approached quickly. His cock, already hard from the mere sight of Korra, pushed past her lips, and as soon as it did, Bran started moving behind her again. His thick, relentless cock filled her pussy, each thrust a reminder of who truly owned her body. He wasn’t as ruthless as before, but Korra knew Bran was building up to something devastating, and her body ached in anticipation.

Her mind, however, struggled to keep up. The thick, salty taste of the dock worker’s cock in her mouth should have been her focus, but the way Bran’s cock moved inside her, slow and deliberate, made it hard to concentrate. Korra’s large breasts bounced beneath her, her muscled body trembling with each push from behind.

She barely noticed the sour man gripping her head, pumping his length in and out of her mouth with a sort of detached vigor, likely used to indulging in such acts without much regard for the woman on the receiving end.

Korra's nose pressed hard against the metal side of the truck as her body was jolted forward by Bran’s thrusts, her knees scraping the floor as her throat vibrated with every moan of pleasure Bran’s cock **** out of her. The dock worker grunted above her, his hands gripping her hair as he picked up the pace, slamming himself into her mouth as if he was in a race to empty his balls first.

Soon, the dock worker groaned, his cock swelling between her lips as a rush of cum shot down her throat. Korra swallowed quickly, barely registering the taste as her mind was split between the sensation of Bran pounding her pussy and the next man already lining up to replace the first.

A factory foreman, heavyset and sweaty, pushed his way forward next, unbuttoning his stained trousers as he stepped up to the hole. His girthy cock slid between her lips, and without missing a beat, Korra opened her mouth wide, accepting him. But her attention was again divided. Bran’s pace behind her had quickened, his hips slamming into her ass with rhythmic precision, each smack of flesh against flesh sending waves of pleasure shooting up her spine.

Korra’s blowjob was sloppy, unfocused, but the foreman didn’t seem to mind.