The Airbender Breeding Bonanza Begins

Written in collaboration with Cross C

The attention of all were diverted by the host’s entering the field. Tenzin and Pema’s arrival and the official beginning of the breeding ceremony ended their conversation and they both twisted around as the couple appeared at the entrance to this wing of the temple nearby. Those down on the field couldn't see them yet but the two monks standing at the top of the steps down to the field raised their colorful windsocks high and a wave of hushed whispers rippled across the grounds.

Pema was in her usual loose robes but Tenzin was stark naked and unashamed, his dick pulsing and practically pointing at his chin.

A leash snaked from Pema's hand, connecting her to the collar Tenzin wore. Their path led them directly past Korra and Bran. The older air master was doing his best to maintain a stoic expression but Korra struggled to suppress her laughter as he walked ramrod straight while his dick swung wildly side to side.

As they reached the steps down, Pema's gaze snagged on Korra and Bran, a knowing smile dancing on her lips.

Then, with a nod of her head, Pema tugged lightly on the leash, urging Tenzin forward.

He descended the stone steps with the resigned grace of a man about to be sacrificed to the spirits. His eyes locked on the swaying asses and dripping pussies that awaited him, the anticipation thick in the air.

Bran, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, leaned closer to Korra, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like the Air Bull's ready to mount the herd, eh, girlie.”

Korra laughed, the sound bright and joyful. She had to admit, it was quite a sight. But her gaze soon turned towards Bran, one hand reaching down to pat his bulging crotch, "And is the..."

She blushed, still feeling awkward as she tried to flirt with her much older man, "...Earth Bull ready to mount his Avatar?"

Bran's eyes flashed with desire, but he shook his head with a smirk even as his big hand found its way back down her pants and deep into her crack, fingers finding her folds even as she fell against the ledge and pushed her ass out to give him more room.

"Nah, I'm good here, for a bit." he grunted, "This show is gonna be pretty sweet."

She groaned, a mixture of desire and frustration, her pussy throbbing with need as his calloused fingers brushed against her slick folds. But, even as she rocked her hips, eager for more, Bran pulled away, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding below.

"Besides, it'd be a shame to miss this. It's not every day you get to watch the Air Master stud bend a whole field full of nuns."

Korra sighed. Well, she could wait a little while longer. She wasn't a complete animal.

Not like these acolytes, already so needy that their collective wetness had probably started to turn the grass to mud.

At the foot of the steps Pema, her eyes alight with anticipation, stepped forward, her pregnant belly leading the way. She tugged gently on Tenzin's leash, guiding him forward onto the grass, a proud smile dancing on her lips.

"I present to you," she declared, her voice clear and ringing, "Tenzin, son of Avatar Aang, Last of the Air Nomads, and heir to a legacy that refuses to be extinguished."

"Today, spirits of creation! Cài Tìng, the Steeldrawn Stallion, whose fiery spirit gallops through untamed passion, we call upon your virility!"

"Dì Zhēn, the Earth-Shaking Bull, foundation of life, unwavering in your strength, we seek your blessing!”

“Huh.”

Korra looked up to see Bran’s big brow furrowed and asked him, “What?”

“Just surprised Airbenders are into those two. Kind of small-time. I mean…my whores like to use’em to stroke a guy’s ego…”

Korra chuckled at what she assumed was a joke. Cài Tìng and Dì Zhēn were way up there in the Pantheon of Spirits, revered across every nation and people for obvious reasons. Who else were you going to invoke to make sure men's balls were nice and fat, full of cum to make life or drizzle across a juicy grilled salmon?

“I wouldn’t talk bad about them if I were you, they’re probably looming over us…” Korra smirked while looking skyward, “If Aang were here he could probably see them, communicate with them directly… I can’t help but remember I still have a long way to go to be the Avatar...” With a strange sympathy to the action, Bran brought her a little closer and squeezed her tit. She couldn’t help but chuckle, “Maybe if I rode the dick that’s obviously been blessed by both spirits I’d have a better chance? This cock is a better representation of the Celestial Horse-Bull than Tenzin would ever be even on his best day.”

"Cài Tìng, hear our plea! Let the Steeldrawn Stallion's virility fill our valleys, let his potent fire ignite a new dawn for the Air Nomads!"

"We want that great big hot horse dick!" Pema cried out in a more casual voice, setting off laughter and whistles among the Acolytes even as her husband shook his head in resigned dismay at her irreverent aside.

"Dì Zhēn," her voice resonated ‘ceremony’ once more, "lord of the fertile earth, we seek your unwavering strength. Let your Mountain Movers, heavy and full, till the barren fields of our hearts. Let your essence, abundant and life-giving, fill our wombs and cradle new life."

With a grin she called out, "Give us those massive loads from those fat bull-balls!”

Tenzin had gone to his hands and knees as she spoke, his horned head bowed.

Pema, her eyes burning with pride and a hint of something wilder, reached out and unlatched the collar around Tenzin's neck.

The collar slipped from Tenzin's neck with a soft thud, a final echo of the life he'd known. He didn't rise, didn't even hesitate. Instead, the Celestial Horse-Bull awakened, a primal roar erupting from his chest like a volcanic blast. In that guttural cry, the stoic father, the dutiful son, all vanished. He was beast, pure and unashamed.

His hands, once accustomed to the scroll and pen, dug into the grass. His feet, once light on the air, pounded the earth like thunder. He didn't stand, didn't walk. He crawled, a primal gait that spoke of urgency, of a need older than language. His body, lean and muscular, was transformed into a weapon of desire, honed by generations of Air Nomad strength.

His bare backside, pale against the brilliant green grass, was a banner of defiance, a declaration of his untamed nature. His manhood, once a source of nervous fumbling, swung like a pendulum, a living testament to the Celestial Horse-Bull's power.

Among the Acolytes, a wave of awe washed over. Eyes wide with reverence, they saw not a crawling man, but a mythical beast descending from the mountain peaks. His every movement, his ragged breaths, his snorting grunts, were a song of primal desire, a hymn to the spirits of fertility and wind. A huge gust of wind spiraled around all.

But up on the terrace, a different kind of reaction stirred. Korra, her hand tight in Bran's, felt a giggle bubble up in her chest. The sight of Tenzin, his pale buttocks thrust towards the sky, his cock flopping with each frantic crawl, was pure, unadulterated absurdity. Bran roared with laughter, his belly shaking.

The juxtaposition was stark. The sacred ritual, the air thick with expectation, punctuated by the ridiculous image of a naked man doing his best platypus-bear impression.

From their vantage point, the scene unfolded like a bawdy puppet show. Tenzin, fueled by the invocation of the Spirits and enhancement of ball-churning concoctions, rampaged through the Acolytes. He kissed with the desperation of a man on borrowed time, his tongue a frantic flicker against quivering lips and gasping mouths. His hands roamed, grasping breasts and clenching buttocks with equal fervor, the needy moans a chorus of pleasure.

The Acolytes responded with a frenzied enthusiasm. They were playing four-legged animals, making the sounds of the creatures as they presented their holes and offered their bodies. They were a herd, united in their shared purpose, driven by the single-minded need for seed. The mature and wise master of air's thrusts against their bodies, though frequent, were short and erratic, like a hummingbird caught in a crosswind.

One particularly large Acolyte, her raised fleshy bottom a juicy target, was the first to get the prize. Tenzin, driven by a primal urge that defied logic, humped her frantically like a horny rabbit dog. His release was quick and obvious, his thrusts suddenly slow and spasmodic, the muscles in his ass forming divots, as he ground himself against her ample cushions. The woman's triumphant cries of joy were a crescendo of ecstasy.

Korra watched the whole scene, wide-eyed and awestruck. "W-wow. That was quick..." she murmured.

Bran guffawed, a wide grin plastered across his face.

Pema's laughter, a melody woven with the cries of the Acolytes, cut through the air like a warm knife through butter. She materialized beside Korra and Bran, her pregnant belly a beacon of life in the sunlight. Her top, loose and flowing, had slipped down, revealing most of the curves of her swollen breasts, the areolas dark and inviting.

"First one's always the fastest," she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Tenzin's been edging for hours, poor thing. But don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from!"

Indeed, the air nomad had already discarded his first bred specimen to leap at the next. With Koba rushing over to play his second part in the event.

“The waterbender first bends the breeding semen upwards, into the woman’s womb for maximum chance of insemination,” explained Pema. The large chested woman spasmed at the sensation, feeling her sensitive organs get filled by a flowing bended river throughout her eggs.All before it is bended right back out of her, a stream of white forming a gelatinous bubble above Koba’s head. “Then, whatever tasty semen is left over is harvested for later, in case there are any women that Tenzin doesn’t manage to fuck today.”

Her words, spoken with the confidence of a seasoned sailor, were a stark contrast to her gentle smile and caring nature. But her eyes betrayed her excitement, her gaze filled with the same anticipation as the women below.

Though it seemed to be fixated on the way Bran filled out her husband's pants, manhood hanging like a well-watered gourd. “I imagine you’d create rather a large cum bubble, Bran.”

Bran didn't miss the hungry look in her eye and he grunted as he casually enveloped the small pregnant woman, gripping her robe at the front and ripping it down, freeing her breasts.

Pema gasped, a mixture of shock and delight.

He kept tugging, soon enough her outrageously swollen belly was free and the garment was a puddle on the floor, leaving her in a sweaty pair of panties overwhelmed by her pregnancy expanded hips.

She was the sexiest little thing, "Thought you should be nekked like the rest of Tenz's bitches."

Her stomach was stretched with a big, swollen, baby, a future airbender, her breasts were a pair of brown teardrops, her nipples were dark and wide. Yet sexuality still dripped from the older woman like she was its progenitor.

“How sweet, as usual, Bran.”

As surmised by the tone, Pema wasn't exactly surprised by the treatment, nor when Bran chose to bend down and suck at some of the milk leaking from her breasts. She'd gotten to know the big man well over the past few days, very well some might say, her only male lover ever besides her husband, and he was the type to take what he wanted when he wanted.

The only option anyone ever had was to enjoy the ride and that's exactly what she did, moaning her pleasure as the big man suckled at her breast and her hand found his swelling bulge as her eyes followed the breeding happening in the field.

She laughed when she caught Korra giving her the stink eye, her round brown jugs propped up in her hands, but the look turned to an affectionate smirk quickly. The two of them had spent much of the last night pleasuring Bran together as well as making love to each other at his urging.

Water benders were sexual creatures, the element itself was the fluid of life, so it was no surprise that while Korra still struggled to learn air bending, she'd seemingly mastered the art of pleasuring Pema's pregnant pussy within the first hour. Though the girl seemed to take to it faster than most, Pema had noted. Eagerness with every lick. Perhaps having so many years of history coursing through you made your urges less… segmented than others. For all Korra’s love of dick, her fascination with the female form was slowly starting to become more and more apparent.

Though all were more focused on Tenzin right now.

Three women down, many more to go. The old man may not be the longest lasting, but for ritualistic, animalistic, enigmatic breeding like this it was perfect. An acolyte girl about half his age was getting her womb filled with Tenzin’s thick seed like the spirits truly desired.

Grunting was all that was coming out of his mouth, but there was still years of wisdom behind his actions. He wasn’t as mindless as he was coming across as, such as when a blast of air appeared underneath a far off girl to send her flying up into the air almost a story upwards. The crowd gasped as she fell towards him, but she landed on a ball of air and was gently floated onto raging erection rather than falling twenty feet onto it. The bull raging inside of her, bald head on the ground with hips in an arch as he fucked the bouncy breasted babe from below.

While other men in the stands were already filling their cups for future meals, Bran was taking the time to really enjoy the sights. Helped along by a war of hands wrestling to jerk him off. Korra vs Pema, both growing bolder in their movements as he leant back and let them do whatever. Bored of stopping them from stroking his cock, it wasn’t long before both going to their knees or squatting down while licking either side of his mighty erection as he enjoyed the show.

Tenzin was a guy that Bran had seen doing public speeches for years. The old geezer was a respected official on the council, a father, and one of the last airbenders around. Now just a collared beast rutting in any hole he could find. Bran had to hold back his chuckles lest he crack a rib from laughter.

The two slobbering on his knob were far too distracted to remember Tenzin’s name. Korra was licking her side with a fevered pitch to try and get Bran to focus on her, plush lips and tongue treating thickly erect meat like it was her first source of nutrition for the last ten years. Loud lewd slurps, very unbefitting for an Avatar before Bran got the earrings, were now the norm for Korra to exude.

All while Pema casually enjoyed a cock right beside her.

Being a size queen has also had a massive uptick recently. ‘Subtle’ cultural changes made the desires of many to focus more on the size of the genitals when picking a mate. You want someone who can make enough money, but also enough semen for your entire day. Plus stats were coming out in popular magazines about pussies being more likely to fall in love with a bigger penis. Pema was content with Tenzin and his size. He even had a few women now that would never touch another other than him… but Bran was bigger. That was a fact. He was thicker, tastier, and so much more experienced with his many whores. Pema loved her husband, but this penis was something else. Being able to have space to both lick AND pump one's hand was incredible, especially since she was sharing with a younger girl too!

Not to mention his sac. Enormous and low-hanging, so full of ballmeat that it was practically a second organ that needed servicing. True Mountain Movers, indeed.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Bran took possession of his earthy python in hand and delivered a playful series of smacks down against each of their tits before giving Korra a broadside to the cheek.

"Alright, ladies," he drawled, "'ppreciate a good suck job as much as the next fella, especially from such high-class whores, but all that Air pussy down there is calling for a real stud.”

Korra snorted, a playful glint in her eyes. "As much as I'd love to see you strutting your stuff in that field, big guy, the whole point is to breed Air Nomads. Tenzin's the only one packing the necessary sky-juice, and we need Air babies, not rock-slingers.”

Bran chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through his chest. "Eh, details, details, sweetheart," he dismissed, shrugging his broad shoulders. "A man's gotta spread his love around, fertilize the whole damn garden, you know? Air, earth, doesn't matter when you've got the finest fertilizer at your disposal!” With a beat of his chest, the man pulled his cock up against his belly to display his mammoth-sized balls, and the sight of those twin orbs, heavy and swollen, elicited a shiver of delight from both women.

Pema, her pregnant belly rounded between her splayed thighs, smiled serenely. Bran's presence at the ritual was just another day in the whirlwind their lives had become. Besides, the thought of him charging into the fray, eclipsing Tenzin with his earthy charm and those magnificent balls, sent a delicious thrill through her.

“Bran’s…" she drawled, her voice husky as she touched Korra’s arm "-bigger than Tenzin. His absolutely titanic fuckhose could even push his seed deeper, reach those hidden corners where it needs to be.”

The young Avatar's hand flew to her mouth, stifling a laugh. Bran, however, roared with delight, his laughter echoing down to the field. "See, girl? Wise woman, your Pema. Knows what's what.”

Korra rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips curling in amusement.

"Well, it wouldn't be right for a bull to charge into the herd without a proper send-off. I don't need no fancy speeches and horns. How 'bout a kiss for good luck?"

With a wink, he extended his tip towards Pema, its impressive size dwarfing her petite features.

Her lips curved in a knowing smile, Tenzin's wife leaned in gracefully, planting a light yet lingering kiss on the bloated head of his manhood.

"Spirits bless you." She murmured, her voice rich with amusement.

Bran chuckled, his gaze dancing to Korra. "And what about you, Avatar?" he teased, offering her his cock.

Korra hesitated for a moment, a playful defiance warring with desire. But the desire won out when she spied a bead of thick pearly goodness welling from the broad slit in his bulbous head.

"Oh, fine!"

She leaned in, planting a kiss that transitioned into a hoovering suck that had her cheeks hollowing out before releasing him with a loud 'pop.'

"But only because you taste so good! Now go knock them up! But try and keep your seed reasonably under control for once?”