Spirit of Competition [III]

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The wind howled off the bay, rattling shutters and sending a drift of powdery snow across the stone walkways of Air Temple Island. Taya stamped slush from her shoes before entering the open chamber where seven monks sat bare-assed, bunched, and lined up on the bench beside the heating brazier, cocks out and ready for her. It was her turn on milking duty and the cold only made her more eager to get things done before supper.

None of them were much to write home about. Not even her cute Lian. Just average lengths, regular balls, one or two with a bit of curve; but all full enough, and that was what mattered.

“Evening, gentlemen. Keep ‘em warm for me?” she teased, dropping to her knees.

“Wouldn’t dare disappoint you, Taya,” joked Ohan, the oldest monk, winking as he spread his knees a little wider. “You squeeze better than Nyima!”

“I heard that,” grumbled Nyima’s nephew, “Keep it to yourself, yea. She’ll box your and my ears both…”

Taya just laughed, already palming Ohan’s shaft and giving him a slow pump. “Maybe I’ll box yours if you get twitchy and blow early, Kes.”

Kes shot her a sheepish look, shifting on the bench as Taya stroked him, her other hand already reaching for the next shaft. “Not my fault you got that magic mouth, Taya,” he said, trying for swagger and failing as she popped his tip between her lips for a second, swirling her tongue.

“Yeah, yeah. You all say that,” Taya grinned, glancing up with a wink as she worked Ohan’s shaft with her fist and gave Kes’s head a slow, teasing suck. “Just aim for the bowl, boys. I’m supposed to keep it pure this time, no spit mixed in or Hana’ll chew me out in front of everyone.”

He grunted as her tongue flicked around his tip. “How does Hana even tell if there’s spit in the sauce?” he grumbled, trying not to buck his hips.
Ohan grinned, “Well I can sure as hell taste when there’s tangy sweet pussy juice in the sauce.”

“So can I, you old goat!” remarked Tetsu as she reached out to take his own dick in a slowly pistoning hand, “Pussy juice actually has flavor. Spit’s just… spit.”

She switched to a finger and thumb light grip around Kes’ pulsing tip, directing his spurts into the bowl as he made the most absurd faces while hissing.

“Spirits, Taya, you ever get tired of milking monk cock?”

“Only when Ohan starts rambling about spiritual enlightenment while I’m working his staff. It’s hard to focus on ‘becoming one with the wind’ when someone’s about to blast in your mouth.”

Ohan, red-faced but grinning, shot back, “Well, you want a little wisdom with your protein, right? Maybe you’ll finally get some air in those lungs!”

That got a round of snickers. Taya rolled her eyes and flicked his thigh. “You keep your wisdom, old man. I’m just here for the harvest.”

When she was finished, bowl heavy with seed, Taya gave each monk a friendly nudge or, in her sweetie Lian’s case, a quick peck on the cheek. “Alright, boys. Go meditate or do your stretches or whatever. I’ve got sauce to deliver.”

She scooped up the bowl and stepped into the swirling, snowy air of the courtyard, humming to herself and feeling wonderfully fulfilled as always.

A generation ago, none of this would have existed. The acolytes here had come from every corner of the world; city girls and farm boys, orphans, prodigies, pilgrims with nowhere else to go. Now, they wore the colors of the Air Nomads, carving a new place for themselves by living out old traditions, piecing together a lost nation with every ritual, every shared duty.

Taya picked her way across the snowy flagstones, balancing the bowl carefully in both hands. The evening light glimmered across the bay, snow whipping in little eddies around the open walkways and tucked-away pavilions that dotted Air Temple Island.

She passed Korra with Tenzin’s daughters, all bundled against the chill, filling the air with laughter as they dropped fruit into the hanging lemur baskets. That woman who’d been hanging around ever since Bran gave a tour to a pack of city women last week was there too. She- Tori, was it? She was hovering nearby, looking half-frozen and twice as annoyed as usual.

Taya eyed her warily as she passed, remembering the suspicious flurry of gossip that had swept through the nuns’ quarters when Bran turned up with that little parade from Republic City. Spirits knew, any time new women set foot on the island, every nun got a little prickly, half-sure the city girls were scheming to wriggle their fancy panties off and get a taste of Tenzin’s cock. It was bad enough when the master himself brought home his personally selected breeders; Bran’s parties were something else entirely.

“Evening, Avatar!” Taya called, raising the bowl in a cheeky salute as she went by, breath puffing white.

Korra glanced up and gave her a brilliant, genuine grin, pausing in her work just long enough to flash a quick wave back. “Hey, Taya! Don’t slip out there!”

Taya felt a warm little glow in her chest, nothing like the Avatar herself giving you that kind of smile and knowing your name!

Korra watched Taya go with a smile lingering on her lips.

Though she was brought up short when Jinora abruptly decided this was apparently the perfect time to ask about love. “So, how’s it going with the tall dreamy firebender boy? You’ve been spending a lot of time together lately?”

“Ohh, yeah! Tell us all about the magical romance!”

Korra defensively tightened her shoulders to the sudden probing questions. “What? Listen to you two! I’m not interested in Mako, or any romantic stuff.”

“Yet you have Bran wrapped around your spindly wet Avatar fingers.”

The fourth member of the group was one Korra had become unfortunately familiar with in the last two days. Her catty voice was as passive aggressive as it was bitchy.

“No, I don’t, Tori. We’ve been over this.” She sighed, turning to see the unhelpful woman still glaring at her from the nearby pavilion.

Bran’s cousin had recently moved into Air Temple Island after the large man had bumped into her outside Madame Kavita’s. She claimed he was ‘avoiding his family’, ‘letting them live in squalor’, and that ‘Rivrar was nearly completely broke now that he had to pay her for sex’. It probably didn’t help that she still couldn’t stop thinking of his cock, which seemed to only elevate her jealousy and sex drive every day he was gone, but Bran just shrugged at her before returning to his own life. Tori was clearly jealous, and had managed to sweet talk her way into living on the island as a ‘member of Bran–and now your–family’ before overstaying her welcome within hours of arriving.

Right now she was surviving in the chilly snow with only the slutty winterwear she brought along to tantalise Bran. A white puffy coat with fluffy hood that basically managed to cover her top half (if you ignore the pooling snowflakes in her cleavage), and a tiny white pencil skirt with snow boots to go along with it. Her anger towards Korra was probably what was keeping her the most warm.

“I don’t care what you say. You stole Bran from his family, Harlotvatar!”

“I did not! Bran does what he likes, when he likes! You know that!”

Ikki, ever the romantic, sensed juicy drama, “Ooh, are you secretly in love with Mr. Bran, Korra?”

“It would explain all the goo-goo eyes she makes at him whenever he’s around…” surmised Jinora.

“Please don’t join in, girls.”

“See?! I told you!” hissed Tori, jabbing one of her fake nails into Korra’s coat, “Bran has never ever had sex with a girl twice unless it was someone he paid for. Yet he just keeps fucking you over and over and over again. Explain that!”

Korra seemed a little taken aback by that knowledge, “Uh, wait, really? Never ever?”

“Hey, that’s not true! Our mom does it with Bran too, ya know!” Ikki pointed out.

“Harlots! An entire island of them!” Tori wailed to the sky, “And then I hear you’re hunting for more?! Some poor defenseless fire bender with a heart of gold, stolen by this she-beast’s wicked tumultuous allure.”

“You did say he already had a girlfriend, Korra…” said Jinora.

Tori said nothing, though her wickedly wide grin said everything it needed to. A guilt in Korra’s face only paused by her glaring a few daggers at Jinora’s betrayal. “Look, I just want someone that will be there for me emotionally like Bran is there for me physically. I admit, I’ve tried again and again to see if Bran was that one, but… a girl can only take so many rejections.”

Jinora and Ikki had big eyes, easily swept up by Korra’s emotions, while Tori just huffed and began strutting her way out of the snow. “Hmph. Want my advice? Keep sucking all the cocks you can, Slutvatar. Bran hates sharing what he thinks is his as much as he hates pickles…”

As their annoyance walked off, Korra tilted her head, “Was that… actually good advice?”

“I didn’t think she had it in her.” said Jinora.

Ikki was ready to get things back on track, “Wait, so if you do love Mr. Bran, why do you want to be with the fire boy?”

“I just… I dunno, you can’t always stop what your heart feels, I guess…” said Korra, twirling her hair a little at the thought of it, “Fighting with him as a Fire Ferret… he’s so cool, and strong, and I already know he has great taste in women…”

Jinora was the only one to catch that, “Huh?”

“So, hypothetically, if I were interested in Mako… what would I do?”

“I can answer that.”

The three girls turned to see a smirking Pema sassily staring towards them.

“...how long were you standing there?”

“Long enough.” said Pema, stepping forwards to place her hand on Korra’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I know what you’re going through, Korra. Years ago, I was in the exact same situation. With Tenzin.”

Her daughters were amazed, “Daddy made love to you, but didn’t want to be there for you emotionally?” Asked Ikki with wide eyes.

“She means me and Mako, not me and Bran!” rebuked Korra quickly, though after a pause she had to ask, “Right?”

Pema giggled, “That’s right. Though I’m sure if Bran was around back then, I’d have a tough time picking between him and Tenzin too.”

“Mom!” gasped Jinora.

“I’m just empathizing with Korra, Honey. I love your father so much, but having to choose between the organ in here and the organ down there is a tough one for us girls.” Pema admitted, pointing to her heart and crotch respectively. “Back when I was younger, I was scared that Tenzin would spend his life with the wrong woman. It broke my heart to see him like that, so I gathered my courage and told him what I really felt. And the rest is history.”

“Awww~!” The three others all cooed at the romantic story.

Pema gave a concerned smile, “Though, Korra, perhaps you should heed the words of that abrasive young woman.”

“You mean Tori?”

“As much as I don’t particularly like her, she raises an interesting question about you and Bran. I think we all have seen the way you look at him when he’s generating our next meal.”

Korra tried to brush it off, getting sort of frustrated with the amount of people talking like they knew her feelings, “No, I just… Bran’s Bran! He doesn’t want me like that. I’ve gotten more aftercare from the whores he does alongside me than Bran himself. Can’t a girl try to find that deeper connection?”

“Maybe. And maybe Mako is the one that’ll be happy to be there for you like that.” nodded Pema, “Just make sure he’s definitely what your heart truly wants, too.”

“What my heart truly wants…”

Taya nudged open the kitchen door with her hip, “Monk cream delivery,” she called, setting her bowl down among the simmering pots and rising steam.

The familiar scent of sweat and cum mixed with the rich aroma of bubbling stews, steamed rice, and fried roots. Snow gusted against the shutters, but inside, the kitchen was warm - too warm, with all the bodies bustling around.

“Back from scut duty again, Taya? Poor thing, always elbow-deep in novice cream.” That was Sister Panu, rolling dough on the far table, her voice arch and knowing. She leaned in to pinch Taya’s arm, her own robe gaping to show a deep crease of cleavage. “Shoulda asked to swap shifts with me. I had the fat-cocked trio today. Takes both hands and a prayer just to get ’em going, but at least their loads have some heft. You know, that sticky, syrupy stuff that leaves your throat sweet all morning?”

“It’s all about balance,” Taya answered, aiming for serenity. But the truth was, she was tired of always drawing the short straw. The senior nuns claimed the prime jobs, handling Tenzin himself, milking the best-hung acolytes, drawing the biggest, thickest loads for the communal kitchen. Taya always seemed to end up with the young ones, the less impressive cocks, the watery spurts that barely filled half a bowl. She tried not to let it show, but the sting never faded.

A broad-shouldered nun named Sesi waved a wooden spoon. “Balance my ass! You just don’t know how to barter for better cock, Taya.” There was general laughter. “Tell you what—next week I’ll trade you my Tuesday. You’ll get a go at Big Panru. Fucker nearly drowned me last time.”

Neema, busy pouring a bowl of pale, gloppy bison cream into the main stew, chimed in with a laugh. “While you’re scraping by on those dribbles, the real prize is already here!” She nodded toward the door as two monks appeared, each hauling a sloshing vat of creamy white bison cum. The nuns gathered round, a mixture of awe and annoyance on their faces; it would take hours to strain and mix that into tonight’s dishes.

Mira’s voice was low and hungry as she leaned toward Taya, “That’s what you want, girl. Forget those little spurts from the temple boys. Give me a pot of bison spunk, or a full night with Tenzin. That’s the stuff legends are made of.”

Taya’s eyes involuntarily dropped to Mira’s chest. To those heavy, dick-milkers that had always made her jealous. Mira was the type men begged for, her breasts perfect for coaxing out every last drop. Taya, by comparison, barely filled out her robes. She tried to tell herself it didn’t matter, that her skill and devotion were enough, but the hierarchy on the island always seemed to come down to the same things.

The gossip was as thick as the steam. Sister Sesi, not missing a beat, called over, “Heard about Hanri? She’s been throwing up in the mornings. Someone says she’s already knocked up.”

Neema scoffed. “Doubt that’s Tenzin’s. She hasn’t been in his bed for ages. My money’s on Bran. At the last ritual, he plowed her so deep, she was dripping Bran for an hour after.”

“Spirits, Bran’ll fuck anything with a hole. Still, you can’t blame her,” Panu said, “but I’d rather carry a bald airbender than an earth thug’s brat.”

Another nun piped up from near the sink, “Bran’s got half the pussies on this island ruined for other men! You get a taste of that monster, and suddenly every other cock looks like a garnish.”

The laughter that followed was tinged with both scandal and resignation. No one minded Bran. He’d been in and out for weeks, bedding anyone who caught his fancy, and his big, swinging cock was an island legend by now. But if a nun ended up pregnant by Bran, there’d be some headshakes. “That’s another lost egg for the Air Nation,” as Mira would say.

Still, the real envy was reserved for the handful of city women Tenzin brought over each month.

Lira wrinkled her nose as she scooped a hefty measure of the bison’s load into a mortar, added fresh air-lily greens, and mashed the mixture together before scraping it into a cauldron of fragrant broth, the scent thickening instantly. “Another pair from the city arrived yesterday. Pretty little thing but she’s got hips like a warehouse. No doubt what caught Master’s eyes. Bet she’s already getting a nightly session with him, while the rest of us have to wait weeks for a turn.”

Mira sniffed. “That’s the way it’s always been. We get the scraps, but at least we’re the real backbone. You know how it is. He makes the rounds every day, but with a hundred of us sharing the his loads, it’s slim pickings.”

One of the junior girls, Keshi, groaned from where she was peeling carrots. “My turn in rotation isn’t till next month. If I don’t get a belly this season, I swear, I’ll cry.”

Taya sighed. “Last time I got him was two weeks ago. Worth the wait, though.” A wistful smile tugged at her lips. “Nothing like Tenzin’s cock to set you right.”

“Or his cum,” Mira agreed, patting her own soft belly. “If I end up pregnant this season, it better be his. I didn’t come to this island to squeeze out Triad brats.” She grinned, not unkindly, at Taya’s flat chest. “Don’t worry, Taya, your time will come. You keep your mouth and hands busy, your turn in the rotation will swing around soon enough.”

“Bet she’ll be first in line when Tenzin finally does a full circle,” Sesi added, and everyone laughed, teasing, but not cruel.

Outside, the snow continued to fall. Inside, the nuns kept cooking, gossiping, and dreaming of the next time they’d find themselves in Tenzin’s bed, carrying the future of the Air Nation in their bellies…