Sunset Symphony of Seed

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The world pulsed between Bran's legs as he lounged in the grass, propped up on his elbows as a decent broad squat-fucked his cock. This was life, every woman, even these devoted Acolytes of Air, acting like proper whores and serving up their charms like treats without any fuss or bother.

The plain-faced but ample-chested old sister vigorously coring herself on his manmeat had no shame, her face slack in pleasure, head lolled back. Looked like he had her in the Spirit World, the woman totally gone. Even after all the creampies he'd done today, her tight pussy had him on edge. Bran smirked. These Air Girls might have their brains in their groins like most women, but their bodies had a bit more grit than your typical tail.

"Spirits above, woman!? Fffffffuck!" Bran gritted as the nun's channel tightened and undulated around his cock, making her seem even tighter than usual.

"Gnuhhh, sorry Master Bran," the sister murmured absently. "You're just so big..." She punctuated her last remark with a particularly deep and long slide up his cock, ending with a deep, satisfied sigh.

He chuckled and gave those fat jugs a playful one-handed slap, sending them jiggling like crazy. The sister didn't mind, merely arching her back and leaning into his strikes like a cat-deer in heat.

Bran took in the view around him.

The one Bran had fucked into a coma just a few minutes ago, was still sprawled in the grass beside him, a blissful smile on her face. His potent cum seeped from her folds, forming a small puddle of white sauce between her thighs. Her lips, a rosy shade of pink, were parted slightly, her breathing slow and steady.

His gaze snagged on Tenzin just past her. The stoic monk was a steady piston like one of those machines at the factories across the bay. But what truly caught his attention was the backside on that girlie. Tenzin was fucking a sweet, tight piece of tail and Bran wanted in on that action.

Her skin was the color of caramel with a long rich brown braid trailing down to the ground. She couldn't have been much more than eighteen and damn but the old man had a thing for the freshest fruit. She was bent over before Tenzin on all fours, her back was slender and toned but her hips swelled into the most voluptuous bubble butt Bran had ever seen. He was sure Tenzin appreciated that ass more than any spiritual enlightenment. Those lush round globes wobbled with every pump Tenzin delivered, the sight of that perfectly heart shaped behind had Bran grabbing the hips of his current squeeze-box and lifting her off of him.

She and her pussy both protested. She with a whine and the pussy with a **** suckle of those folds that the slightest fringe of pink cunt-lining clung to his cock.

"Bran wha- "

"Sorry, lass," He cut her off, lifting her up by the waist and depositing the nun off to the side where she fell into a heap, looking disappointed but too sexed-out to make much more of a protest. "But that sweet ass just called my name."

Tenzin, his dick driving rhythmically into her cunt, looked at Bran as he loomed over them but he just frowned and directed his attention back to that fine ass booty jiggling and rolling thanks to his efforts.

Bran didn't wait for permission. He squat down and reached out, his fingers sinking into the plush flesh of the Acolyte's backside. A gasp escaped her, caught halfway between ecstasy and the shock of this unexpected intrusion. Her hips, already bucking against Tenzin's rhythm, convulsed with a new urgency.

He spread her plump cheeks apart, the sight of Tenzin's tool disappearing into her glistening folds becoming exposed. Her starfish, a perfect bloom of pink flesh, pulsed with each thrust, a silent invitation he couldn't resist.

"Mind if I add a little Earth to your Air, Tenzin?" he boomed, his voice a playful rumble.
Tenzin didn't reply, merely gritting his teeth and focusing on his thrusting, clearly determined to ignore Bran.

"Suit yourself, ya stuffy bastard."

He spat into the Air acolyte's rosebud, a thick globule of saliva striking the center with pinpoint accuracy. The Acolyte squealed, her hips bucking in response, her folds clenching around Tenzin's length. Bran couldn't help but smirk as he got up and threw a leg over the girl's waist. Tenzin was too distracted to care or notice much, still thrusting away at that hot air cunt as Bran positioned his monster cock with one hand.

Tenzin reared back and turned his face to the side as Bran's massive backside threatened to engulf him. The air, thick with the musk of exertion, grew even heavier under the weight of Bran's presence. The shear size of the earth bender's cumtanks stretching that leathery scrotum taut with seed had Tenzin unconsciously estimating that there was more nut there than a good number of the men present combined.

He braced himself, expecting a punishing impact, but Bran didn't come crashing down. Instead, she was impaled slowly, a steady and insistent presence that had Tenzin's own thrusting slowing almost unconsciously. His cock, once a piston of Air Nomad purpose, was now a **** accomplice to Bran's desire.

The girl, crumpled to the grass and offering both her holes skyward like an altar, squealed like a piglet with each inch Bran fed into her pucker, her back arching, her folds clenching around Tenzin's member reflexively. With a groan, he felt Bran bottom out, his giant sack now resting atop the yielding mounds of the girl's plush rump and unfortunately in contact with Tenzin's navel.

This, he realized with a sigh, was exactly how Aang would have orchestrated a similar scene. It was like encountering a warped reflection of his father who'd delighted in sharing his women – their holes, sometimes the same hole – with Sokka and Zuko in their younger, even more hedonistic days.

Tenzin had declined his father's many invitations but if he had, though he would still be dealing with a gargantuan sack, at least there wouldn't have been a colossal backside in his face.

Then, with a grunt and a shuffle, Bran leaned forward, straddling Anya completely. His mountainous buttocks moved mercifully out of Tenzin's immediate orbit and Anya's gasps changed tone, her pitch reaching a fevered intensity.

Tenzin tried not to notice but there was simply no escape. Bran's thrusts, now a slow undulation, had Anya's cheeks rippling in waves. Those fat, mocha mounds wobbled with the movement of the earthbender's pelvis, their jiggles and vibrations transmitted directly onto Tenzin's own hips.

With an involuntary thrust, he felt the girl clench again, her pussy, already a delicious tightness, now a vise of satin heat that had Tenzin panting with effort.

"Fuck, girl, that's a sweet tight little hole you've got!" Bran groaned and slapped Anya's left buttock.

Tenzin glowered at the man's back as he did his best to thrust up into the girl's loins as she lay compacted underneath Bran's mass. Yet, as they settled into an awkward rhythm, Tenzin withdrawing as Bran entered and vice versa, a strange sense of camaraderie bloomed within him.

He couldn't help but smile, his thrusts matching Bran's perfectly. Bran, sensing his rhythm, grunted his approval and the three bodies now worked in concert, rising and falling in a wave of pleasure.

"C'mon, woman, milk the damn things! Don't be selfish with those sweet Air Holes!"

Tenzin watched as Bran's giant mitts reached back and captured Anya's haunches, spreading those sumptuous cheeks even further, exposing the lurid joining of their bodies. He couldn't see much, a hint of flesh as one massive member and one merely large sawed in and out, but he could certainly feel her reactions. Each of Bran's thrusts, the airbender now fully in sync with him, had Anya's hips wriggling.

It wasn't long, of course, before Bran continued his normally discordant path and he grunted, mid-thrust, his voice a guttural rumble. "I think I'd like to try the front. Why don't we switch? I got this one all nice and stretched for you."

Tenzin bristled at the idea, though not the man, such random comments from him were common as rain. This was not in fact a game, not a playground scuffle for dominance. This was the sacred ritual, the bedrock of their future. "No-”

“Might normally makes right when men share a piece and the bigger bull gets the best pasture." Bran's words, laced with a rough charm, added their persuasive weight. "Besides," he boomed, "bet you just love unloading in her chute, nice change of pace, yea?”

The thought, once unthinkable, now sparked a forbidden flame within Tenzin. Wasting his seed, the life-giving essence, in a passage that wouldn't bear fruit... it was a perverse pleasure, a rebellion against the weight of his duty.

Just imagine it. To be an ass lover as the last of your race. A truly cruel twist of fate.

Tenzin had had enough. Being an airbender was as much about freedom of choice as it was about following your culture. Aang had defied that culture when he was frozen in the iceberg, so why couldn’t his son fuck an ass from time to time?

Bran, as if sensing his shift, retrieved his massive cudgel from her anal canal with a loud wet sound as her hole seemed to struggle to hold all that meat inside. Finally the passage, slick and stretched from his ministrations, gaped open like a hungry maw. Tenzin felt a flicker of heat in his loins, a perverse excitement at the prospect of claiming this forbidden terrain.

Tenzin withdrew from her womanhood, the process a much less dramatic affair than Bran's withdrawal. Sitting back on his heels, his member glistened with Anya's cream. It twitched and strained upward from his groin as if its attention was now fixed firmly in the girl's rosebud, a moist tunnel now yawning with emptiness.

Bran's manhood, coated in Anya's anal honey, bobbed over her rump, a monolith of man-meat, still fully hard and ready for action as he leaned in and watched. Tenzin ignored the beast and without letting the sins of his choice weigh him down, Tenzin grabbed Anya’s rear. Ready and willing to shove his pulsing cock into that tight unbreedable sphincter.

“There ya go!” Bran guffawed, not one to ever be left behind he yanked the fat-bottomed Anya’s legs, letting her wrap her arms around his neck while getting her ready for a standing sandwich fuck. “Take a swipe at that sweet Airhole. It ain't gonna fuck itself.”

A huff escaped the bearded man, “Do not treat me like some doddering old fool, Bran.” He once more got into position, “While the elements we bend may seem opposite, I hope our relationship today deepens beyond a simple rivalry.” Without waiting for Bran, Tenzin rammed himself deeply into Anya, the plush cheeks of her backside cushioning his every thrust. Her moans pouring over Bran’s face as Tenzin glared confidently, “I am not some pathetic cuckold. I am Tenzin, the son of the Avatar!”

“Hehe. Damn right you are.” Bran proudly smirked, taking the slut in his hands and carving out his own space inside of her, “And I’m Bran! Fucker of the Avatar and as stretcher of as many cunts as I damned well please!”

“AAHHHH!!!” Screamed Anya in joint solidarity between the men as they got to their feet, hoisting her up between them.

Their power was immense. The poor girl barely had a chance between the well hung benders. Slamming in unison. Air spinning around, earth shaking, and internal organs thoroughly melting from violent attacks. Their rhythm was far too impressive for her. Having to be held up by both of them.

The monopoly on her tits was held by Tenzin, using them as a hold to keep fucking deep into her ass pussy. Teasing the pert melons while her head lolled about without any control. All while Bran kept his hands under her rear carriage, making sure those legs were spread wide for his entering schlong. She could feel them rubbing against each other inside her. Not only the deepest anything had ever entered Anya, but to have it meet a friend in there was too much. Electric burning pleasure scorched her core harder than any firebender. The non-bending woman just a tool for their dual lusts, and the pleasurable madness could only drag her along for the ride.

They were pounding with a ferocity only the spirits could stop. Their balls were practically smacking each other. Anya, in the middle, couldn't hold on much longer. The pressure and pleasure being too much. Only able to wail out in wordless ecstasy, as she came for them. Clamping down on their cocks inside her, her fluids leaking down between the duo's manhoods, Bran and Tenzin felt her contract. Their pace increasing to an almost animalistic speed to try and out last each other. Neither of them wanting to show weakness.

Unfortunately it had been a very long day.

Tenzin, his own rhythm faltering under the onslaught of sensations, felt a grudging respect tinged with envy. Bran, younger, possessed an almost barbaric stamina. His thrusts, like battering rams against a fortress, were relentless. Tenzin, the seasoned monk, felt his age creeping in, his thrusts slowing.

He wasn't sure how it happened but he ended up on his back upon the grass, his hard penis still tightly clutched by her rear channel. His lap was now the anvil upon which Anya's wide rump lay, her thighs pressed firmly against his legs. On top of her, Bran became the engine driving her hips downward, a relentless piston that had her rear bouncing upon Tenzin. He lay back and relaxed, now an earthbound spike for the Acolyte to grind her hole upon. Bran did most of the work but Anya's hips undulated on their own, an **** motion born of her carnal needs.

His seed churned, his balls, a familiar weight between his thighs, strained to be released. He focused his gaze on the sky, an endless expanse of blue. This, he reminded himself, was his task. His destiny. To continue Aang's lineage. To ensure the Air Nation's future.

And yet he was about to unleash in a hole that would bear no fruit, a forbidden act that sent a thrill through him. Tenzin grunted, his loins burning with forbidden need. He closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of Anya's wails, a wordless chant that resonated deep within him.

Some of the last few unfucked women crawled forward, sensing the end of the event and making sure they got whatever was left of the spoils. Masturbating their unloved pussies to the sight of Bran’s magnificent work, one even going so far as to bring her face close enough to be repeatedly teabagged by his gigantic sack melons. The rough skin slapping her repeatedly while she just moaned for more sweaty crotch against her face.

But soon the sun was lowering when even the mightiest warriors fell.

With a final roar to the spirits above him, Bran slammed his cock deep into the woman’s puss to expunge the galactic mass of spunk from inside his balls. Heat exploded deep in her core as her belly bulged from the sheer size of the blasts that Bran unleashed.

Obviously with such pressure and heat there was no way Tenzin didn’t let his cock finally rest and perform its final ejaculation inside of her rectum. The perfect palette cleanser after so much pussy, all Tenzin wanted was to relax inside a nice asshole. His eyes fluttered from exhaustion.

Koba rushed to their aid, scooping up the last of the men’s shared loads and bending it deep into the final few women. No egg left behind was the strategy today, so as they moaned around them they were soon also sullied by semen. More than likely Bran’s but with how much Tenzin had done it was still work to be proud of.

The ritual field was a tapestry of tangled limbs and satisfied moans around them. The hundred or so male Acolytes, faces flushed with a mixture of awe and envy from the perimeter. The temple grounds, silent sentinels of Air Nomad devotion, now a veritable ocean of carnal indulgence. The bay sparkled like a field of jewels in the dying light, its waters an inviting respite after the ritual's exertions.

Tenzin, his breath now slow and steady, felt the pull of sleep, the sweet lure of oblivion beckoning him. His loins, finally emptied, twitched at the faint breeze. His manhood, once a spear of Air bending vigor, now a spent tool, bent and squished beneath Anya's rump.

A groan, caught halfway between satisfaction and desire, escaped Bran as he rolled onto his back nearby. His voice, a low rumble, echoed with exhaustion. "Fuck, man, this is the life!"

There were feminine giggles as the man spread his legs wide to let two Acolytes suckle upon his tool and as Tenzin felt Anya turn around to grasp his own limp tool, intent on consuming the very last dregs of his essence, he couldn't help but feel a rare flare of agreement with the crude earthbender.