Telling Tenzin

Written in collaboration with Cross C

"You... you what?!" Tenzin exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and disbelief. Korra, unable to contain her excitement, had immediately brought her new pussy BF to her mentor's presence to share her triumphant news. The two of them stood somewhat awkwardly just beyond the entrance to the family’s personal dining room within the Air Temple.

The room itself emanated a sense of peace and tranquillity, reflecting the Airbender culture's connection to the elements and their harmonious way of life. The floor was adorned with polished wooden panels, a warm and natural surface that resonated with the earthy essence of the island. A large blue rug, intricately woven with a golden border, graced the center of the room, adding a touch of elegance and complementing the serene ambiance.

Tenzin's family had gathered upon pillows around a low-lying Hibachi table, positioned in the center of the serene space. Tenzin, the head of the family, sat at the head of the table with his wife, Pema, and their children, Meelo, Jinora, and Ikki, seated on either side. The rectangular recess in the middle bore a grating, serving as a platform for a cook pot that was emitting tantalizing aromas and gently sizzling with the promise of a roasted boar-pheasant with a Basic Blend glaze.

“Like I said, I activated the Avatar state!” Korra once more beamed triumphantly, placing her hands on her hips to show off how amazing she was.

Tenzin leapt from his chair, “That’s wonderful, Korra! Was it the meditation? What technique did you use to achieve it?”

“Doggy then missionary…” Bran mumbled to his own amusement. Though it was enough to catch Tenzin’s eye.

“I’m sorry, who are you?”

Still bubbling with enthusiasm, Korra quickly brought the man forward, “This is Bran! He was the one who helped me reach the Avatar State!”

Everyone was amazed, though Tenzin was quite confused he still shook Bran’s hand awkwardly as they exchanged pleasantries. “Hey, howzit goin?”

“He’s quite tall.” Said Jinora.

“And wide.” Added Ikki,

Meelo farted.

“Children! Remember your manners!” their mother scolded before giving Bran an apologetic look. Though the other three pairs of eyes on him didn’t seem to care that much, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Bran. Would you like to have some of the leftovers? I think there’s enough here to feed you…”

Tenzin rumbled, "Airbenders never turn away a hungry guest."

Bran rumbled back, nodding, "I could go for some dinner, yeah."

Before the chaos of his family overtook sense, the older man looked to Korra and continued, “You still haven’t explained how you reached the Avatar State! How did you do it, and how did Bran help you when I couldn’t?”

“Well it’s obvious! He had sex with me!”

The room went dead quiet as everyone looked at the overly happy Avatar. Pema and Tenzin looked at each other, then their children. Only a blushing Jinora seemed to know what she was talking about, but the other two seemed curious.

“Korra! Please don’t say such things in front of the children!” Tenzin hissed, trying to cover their ears before the dreaded questions appeared.

She quickly realized her mistake and looked sheepishly at her host, “Oh… sorry. My bad, Tenzin, Pema. Got overexcited there a little.”

Meelo tilted his snotty head, much to everyone’s fears, “What’s-?”

CLAP!

“Okay! I can see where this is going, so I’ll just say this: Scram kids!”

The three younglings groaned long and hard before getting up from their seats and marching out of the door.

Their parents were both amazed.

“H-how did you do that?”

“Just a skill I picked up.” He lied, knowing full well it was a normality he’d added during his debaucherous week. “Anytime I say ‘scram kids’ it sends all underage participants out the room. From there they either go to their rooms, if they’re close by, or to the nearest safe spot out of earshot.” The man explained as the room nodded at his perfectly normal abilities. Even with all his selfish greed, Bran didn’t want to accidentally fuck up a child’s life cause he was having too much fun.

“Amazing.” said Tenzin, stroking his beard, “Please, sit down and explain how you and Korra came to meet.” He said, guiding Bran to where Jinora had been sitting. “Pema? Perhaps some tea?”

Bran looked unimpressed at the bearded bender, “You’re seriously gonna make the preggers lady get the tea?” He shook his head at the slightly embarrassed Tenzin before standing back up to follow the hobbling woman away, “Korra can explain the stupid sex story. I’ll go help your bloody wife I guess.”

Leaving the excited Avatar to gush about her girly gusher, Bran left the pair of them to walk over to the kitchen. Inside he found a woman struggling to stand properly as she waited for the kettle to boil on their stove, hugging her belly and panting slightly from a clear level of tiredness.

“O-oh! Hello there, did you need something from the kitchen?” She asked with a beaming smile.

Bran frowned back at her, “Nah, I’m good. Just gonna take over tea duty for ya, so go sit down.”

Pema blinked in surprise, “Th-that’s very nice of you, but I can handle it! You are our guest after-”

“Go. Sit. Now.” Bran insisted, perhaps a bit too aggressively as Pema gave him a rather frightened look. After a roll of his eyes, the man turned back to the stove, “My mah used to beat into my head how important taking care of pregnant ladies were when my aunt was having my cousin. Honestly it’s one of the few lessons that actually got through my thick skull.”

“I see… um, when you say ‘beat’-”

“Oh yeah, she’d whoop my ass,” Bran laughed, “But, surprisingly, I was a shittier kid than I am an adult.”

Pema was still a bit apprehensive of his mother’s child raising abilities, but she knew when to not dwell on a topic’s trauma, instead just playfully swatting him with the tea towel she had on her shoulder, “Oh, stop. You seem very lovely, Mr Bran!” She beamed, ignoring his advice to sit down and instead reaching up far too high to try and get some cups from her cupboard. Bran instantly took over and grabbed the mugs down before she hurt herself, “See? Very nice. And from the sounds of it, you even took wonderful care of Korra…”

After a bit of a pregnant pause from the pregnant woman, Bran noted her wistful gaze towards the two sitting at the table, “Uhh, you good?”

“Hm? Oh! Yes, I… it’s nothing. Silly really.”

Bran was still making the tea, but was raising an eyebrow to her, “Say it or don’t.” His rather direct nature was not something Pema was used to in a land of air acolytes, so she found it rather refreshing.

“You’re right, I suppose we’re both adults here.” She lightly chuckled, “I… I sort of found myself feeling jealous about you and Korra.”

“What?”

Pema raised her tea towel in a playfully defensive way, “Sorry! I know I probably shouldn’t be jealous of the young and their sex lives. But… well between you two and my husband’s constant breeding sessions, I’ve been feeling rather young and alive myself. If you catch my drift.”

“Yeah, I think I do.” Bran chuckled right back. Coincidentally, Pema was reminding him of his aunt not only in baby bulge but personality as well. The loving nature of a mother seemed to transcend the boundaries of bodies and bloomed in all sorts. Enough to make her cry for horny help a little more intriguing than it would have otherwise. “Say, how do you like your tea?”

“Oh, just a little bit of milk for me.”

It was too perfect not to go for, “Wouldn’t you prefer cream?” He grinned, turning to the pregnant lady and unbuckling his pants, “Normally when I ask that to someone they help me jizz into whatever I want, then ask me what they should do with my cum before following my instructions.”

“R-right!” said Pema, having trouble looking away from the absolute python that Bran had just unleashed from his pants as her face got progressively hotter, “W-what would you like to… ejaculate into?”

Bran loved seeing how quickly he could make this mother of three-and-a-half sweat, “Let’s go for half in your mouth, and the rest in this empty mug. That way Korra can have some too.” He said while earthbending an empty cup down from the cupboard.

“How thoughtful…” She mumbled sweetly before attempting to lower herself down to her knees.

“Hey! None of that!” Bran growled, leaving the room to return to the dining room quickly and grabbing an empty chair. Though he couldn’t resist adding, “Hey Tenzin, your wife is gonna blow me cause I asked if she wanted cream. That cool?”

The bearded man bowed his head slightly without hesitation, “Of course. I do want to talk to you as well once you're done, but I must thank you for helping Pema. She often yells at me whenever I try to assist her…”