The Day of the Ritual

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The air crackled with anticipation in the Tenzin household, the rhythmic hum of calligraphy brushes a counterpoint to the unspoken tension. Jinora, poised and precise, her ink strokes a testament to her years of practice. Ikki, a whirlwind of flourishes and giggles, her face a canvas of blue and black smudges. And Meelo, his tongue lolling out in concentration, his efforts as abstract as a tornado.

The air in the wasn't just thick with ink and the scratch of brushes against paper – it hummed with a charged anticipation that even Ikki's usual giggling couldn't dispel. The calligraphy drills felt pointless, the ink strokes losing their rhythm against the backdrop of whispered excitement that seeped through the temple walls.

Three days.

For three agonizing days, the buzz of the upcoming ritual had filled every corner of the Air Temple. From the elders gossiping in sun-dappled courtyards to the apprentices giggling behind their fans, everyone knew of the flustered scramble. Apparently with the excitement around the Avatar’s arrival along with the consternation regarding the inexplicable lack of every last variety of stored nut-sauce, the preparations for the monthly rite of fertility had slipped everyone's mind.

The incense wafting in from under the closed doors to the adjacent meditation chamber set Meelo off, "Bull is awake! Seed needs to bake!"

Ikki choked on a giggle.

"Stop that." Jinora scolded, her voice a touch louder than the whisper. "It's just Dad doing his duty. And we need to focus on ours."

Ikki, ever the impatient one, clambered up onto the window ledge, peering through the lattice, "But why are all the nuns out there and dad's in here?"

Jinora sighed, her own brush faltering for a moment. "It's the ritual, Ikki. Remember? The one Dad does every month to help the temple grow."

Ikki's eyes widened in recognition, "Oh yeah, I remember now! Dad's a giant airbending bunny-bee, buzzing around and pollinating all the nuns?"

"Yeah, I guess that's one way of putting it…"

The overacting Meelo also tagged in with the metaphors, “Mom said the ritoole summons a BIIG bison-stork to deliver us new brothers and sisters! New minions for the Meelo army, all to learn my ways of bending!”

Not wanting to encourage him or let on how much the older child knew, Jinora settled him with a simple airbending gust away from the window, “Sure Meelo, now get back to your work.”

Ikki's voice was practically a shriek as she bounced to Jinora’s, "So why is Dad in here while all the nuns are waiting outside! Huh! Is he getting tired in his old age?! Maybe he needs to sit down for a minute."

Jinora's sharp elbow silenced her, but the unspoken truth hung in the air. Tenzin's breeding duties as the Airbending Master were a constant feature of their lives. Their mother's frequent pregnancies were a badge of honor, a testament to his dedication. The hushed whispers about his visits to the city, bringing back temporary "helpers" to fulfill his responsibilities, were as familiar as the wind chimes outside their window.

They heard the sounds of someone entering their home from the temple grounds and soon enough their mother waddled into the chamber, her swollen belly preceding her like the front of one of those Police Airships over the city. The loose silk robe she wore barely contained the glory of her pregnancy, her ample breasts were unburdened by any restraint. They jiggled with her every step and part of the brown saucers of her areolas were in full view.

Pema took a beat to regard her children.

She winked at them, a silent understanding passing between them, before turning her attention to the task at hand.

She held aloft the ceremony's accouterments, the makeshift bison horns carved from earthbending and the rough-hewn leash dangling from her hand. A far cry from the polished bone heirlooms usually reserved for the occasion, but necessity, as they say, was the mother of invention. The original headdress, a relic from Aang's time, had vanished mysteriously, leaving them scrambling for a passable substitute.

Pema passed through the doors into their small meditation chamber.

Tenzin sat cross-legged, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. But beneath the stillness, a storm brewed. His broad chest was a canvas of taut muscle, his nipples erect and hard as pebbles. His face, lined with the cares of fatherhood and leadership, was a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

Pema stood there, taking a moment to admire the virile man who had blessed her with a beautiful family, his musky scent filling her nose and sending a shiver down her spine.

His cock was standing tall and twitching, despite hours of hands free meditation.

It dripped with a glistening sheen, leaking precious droplets into the wide waiting wooden bowl between his thighs.

Pema noted with a flicker of pride the strength of that erection. The spirit-infused tinctures, brewed with the wisdom of generations, were doing their work, amplifying his chi and ensuring a potent harvest. Even after all his daily seedings, his balls, nestled plumply on the edge of the bowl, seemed to have swelled to twice their usual size, a testament to his virility.

Though Bran, the earth-bending bull who'd gifted Pema a few unforgettable rides of late, could boast of stones that rivaled boulders, Tenzin's manhood held its own charm. It was a tool honed by years of duty, a conduit for life and legacy.

Pema knelt beside him, her pregnant belly a warm, comforting presence against his thigh. She couldn't resist. Leaning forward, she dipped a fingertip into the pearly liquid pooled in the bowl.

The viscous fluid clung to her finger, its musky scent teasing her nostrils.

She brought the finger to her mouth, a shudder of pleasure running through her as she tasted the salty tang of her husband’s precious essence.

The only other in the room was quickly dismissed. A new waterbender for the island by the name of Koba, who was very happy with his new role of lubrication duty. The brown skinned middle aged man from the south pole had been welcomed with open arms when air temple island realized how much they needed him. With how much sex they had he was kept very busy, and he scurried out the room to lubricate the women for Tenzin after having kept his pole wet for hours.

With a touch as gentle as a summer breeze, she lifted the hastily crafted stone headband, its rough edges a stark contrast to the polished bone usually worn. Yet, it held the same power tonight, a symbol of Tenzin's role as the Celestial Horse-Bull. Carefully, she placed it upon his head, the horns framing his face like a warrior's crown.

Next came the collar and the leash. Tenzin's adam's apple bobbed as Pema placed the thick leather band around his neck, a visible shudder running through him.

Tenzin's eyes snapped open, the blue depths clouded with a faint annoyance. "This whole ordeal." he grumbled, "Father's ridiculous games... Leading me around like a prize stallion. Surely our ancestors intended something more dignified for the ritual..."

Pema sighed, placing a calming hand on his arm.

"You know how important it is. And you're the only one who can do it. So, don't complain and do your duty. Your children, the future of the Airbenders, is counting on you."

Tenzin's expression softened. He nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"You're right, of course."

Pema's face split into a radiant grin.

"Now, get up, let's get going. Your... herd awaits."

Tenzin's eyes widened in disbelief.

"My... herd?”

"Yes. Your herd. Or did you forget? You're the Celestial Horse-Bull. Your duty is to sire the next generation of Airbenders. And I think the whole thing is rather fitting. After all, you've been quite the stud lately. Just railing those needy cunts right and left!”

"Pema! Language!"

The mother of 3.5 couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh, my dear Tenzin. I am to watch you sully womb after womb with seed, yet my mouth is what you worry about?” She reached down and pecked his cheek playfully, “We are married. This is my duty and I've embraced it. Just like I embrace your thick, long cock."

She landed a playful smack across on the tip of his dick.

Tenzin sighed. Pema's mouth. She always had been a bit too outspoken for his liking, but there was no denying her passion.

"I... yes. Of course.”

Tenzin stood, his massively swollen erection bouncing as he did so.

"Well, then. Let's not keep them waiting any longer."

And with that, he strode out into their family space as onto the rest of the temple proper, his broad shoulders squared, his face set with the determination of a man on a mission.

The air hung thick with anticipation in the sacred field, tinged with the musky scent of sweat and arousal. Women, Air Acolytes of all ages, swirled in a crimson tide, their robes a stark contrast to the lush green grass. Red sashes fluttered like flames, a stark counterpoint to the yellow worn by the men gathered at the field's edge.

Excitement crackled amongst the onlookers, male Acolytes buzzing like agitated bees. Whispers and knowing glances danced between them, all eyes fixed on the unfolding scene.

Korra was watching too, nestled snugly against Bran's broad chest and big belly, leaning at the ledge of the rooftop terrace that looked out over the field.

It wasn't all that exciting so far but her big fella was certainly fixated on in it. She was mostly just content to enjoy the feeling of his big calloused hand giving her boobs some casual attention.

They'd fucked earlier on top of one of the tables in the Acolytes' dining hall of all places. She'd been having lunch and Bran walked in after having wandered off without a word for a few hours as he often did. One minute she'd been stuffing her face with some Tsampa a couple of the brothers had happily volunteered to flavor up with their salty jizz and the next she was bent over, cheek pressed into the table between bowls, pants around her ankles and Bran's meaty cock spearing her pussy.

All of the dining hall had seen her costume rip apart, the Avatar moaning wantonly at the sudden brazen Bran bollocking she received. They went at it like animals, his big balls slapping against her ass as his dick slid in and out of her, the sound of their moans and groans echoing through the crowded hall. It had felt so good, she'd actually been disappointed when he pulled out but the Acolytes had been ecstatic, a half a dozen bowls thrust eagerly forward to catch his thick, creamy load.

It meant she was well satisfied but she wanted Bran to stay close. The conditions hadn't exactly been conducive for her accessing the Avatar State during their coupling so she was feeling a bit antsy about it.

She hadn't actually managed it again since the first time and she didn't want to have to put up with anymore of Tenzin frowning and hurrumphing at her.

A gong sounded drawing Korra's attention back to the field below where the women were shedding their robes in a flurry of crimson, revealing an undulating sea of varying toned flesh bathed in the afternoon sun. A pair of young male acolytes, nimbly darted through the clearing, gathering the discarded garments with ogling stares and wide grins, before scampering off, leaving only bare flesh and a charged anticipation.

Bran was leaning in with interest, no guesses as to why as she felt him twist and pull her nipple idly. She was keeping an interested eye on the state of the bulge in Tenzin's pilfered pants, Bran having spent the night in the man's bed keeping Pema company while he was out.

Below women chose their positions. All of them got down on all fours, becoming beasts of the ground, and spread their legs and raised their asses, presenting their fertile, eager, pussies. A young acolyte arched her back and whinnied like a wild mare. Ko Lah, a matronly woman, who Korra had just met and chatted with the other day, rested forward on those utterly enormous dick-strokers of hers, crouching low and mimicking the guttural moos of a contented bison. All across the field the women began to make the sounds of the beasts, and some even made the motions as well, bucking their hips and shaking their asses.

The male Acolytes around the perimeter, and it looked like nearly every one had found an excuse to be present, were all watching with eagerness, grabbing each other and pointing at particular nuns.

More than a few already had their trusty cups in position as they began to milk their nuts.

The trusty waterbender Koba was also providing his services to any who needed it. An eagerness to not let any chafe their precious semen makers for such a long production event such as this.

Bran laughed and slapped her tit, sending it jiggling wildly before he shoved his hand down the back of her pants to take hold of her butt, “Can you believe I made this crazy shit happen?! Seriously! I spouted off some stupid nonsense about the way ol' Tenz should be laying the dick down and THIS is what happens a couple of days later! I just bended all your spirits-damned minds!"

Korra rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.

She'd heard this song and dance before. Bran, with his booming laugh and penchant for tall tales, loved to joke about his ability to "bend minds." He claimed to have somehow started the tradition of using male seed as the most important ingredient in every dish when he didn't even let a single drop get near his own food. He maintained that the reason Korra (and all other Water Benders!) liked lubing big dicks was because of him. That the reason the Metal Bending Police were such corrupt perverts was all him.

"Sure, sure, Bran." she teased, her voice heavy with sarcasm, "Whatever you say."

Bran grinned, his face a mask of pure delight even as he clutched her ass cheek and jiggled it around.

"Seriously!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of amusement and amazement. "Just a few weeks ago, none of this was even a thought in their heads and now look! A bunch of broads are about to get railed by a flying dick in the middle of a field! All because I said some stupid bullshit."

Korra giggled. "So, you're telling me... that this ancient ritual, this sacred tradition that's been around for generations, it all started because you were just goofing around and ‘made it so’? Lemme guess, you were also the first man to ever get a blowjob? Or perhaps you invented bending in general? I had no idea I was in the presence of such a master. ”

Bran threw his hands up, his voice filled with mock exasperation.

"Mock me all you like. You just don't understand the sheer power I wield, babe. I say the word and your whole world gets twisted on its head."

"Uh huh. Yeah. You keep telling yourself that."

There was a beat while they looked at each other dead in the eyes. Seemingly encouraging the other to something, to keep this playful rivalry going, and Bran instantly took the bait with a shrug.

“Hey, since we’re at a big event with a lotta folks, normally you’d have to announce something sexually embarrassing, right?”

“EVERYONE!” Korra yelled immediately, not even bothering to move far away from her man to get the whole crowd’s attention, “I JUST WANTED TO SAY… I HAD A DREAM WHERE I GAVE UP BEING THE AVATAR TO JUST BECOME BRAN’S FUCKPET INSTEAD!”

Her face was bright pink, her knees quickly buckled as she hid her face and shoved herself into Bran’s stomach. The crowd just clapped politely. It was tradition that the Avatar announce something like that with so many present, and a brave first for Korra for her time on the island. Some were almost proud of her for saying it, even as she groaned into him. “That… that didn’t prove anything!”

Bran's laughter, deep and rich, filled the air.