The Long Walk Home

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Bran left the police station with his head held high. He'd put his clothes back on though he got the feeling he didn't have to. With these earrings no one would care if he pranced through the streets in the nude.

It felt good.

Rola and Lotta were free now, Lin was going to be seeing him again for her weekly reward, and the police **** was now much hornier than they had any right to be. A job well done, if he did say so himself.

The real question was: what now? The world was literally his oyster. He never even had to step foot in that damn factory again. And having to worry about the various gangs either demanding his balls be in their pocket or Jargala thinking his addition to the Creeping Crystal was a done deal was a thing of the past. There wasn’t even a police **** to hold him back anymore, in fact he wondered if there was even a single person that could stop his growing plans?

Originally, Bran just wanted his prostitutes back. They were the only ones willing to fuck his pants python, and something about the act of paying for sex had done it for him. But after getting it for free from a very happy Lotta and a fucked senseless Lin… did he just really like sluts? Making the world a more smutty place for the poor third legged like himself to thrive. Having any woman beg to be with him and any man beg to cuck them, it was a dream he’d always had but never put much thought into.

“Hmm. Either make Republic City a haven for prostitutes or sluts. Decisions, decisions… yaawnnnn”

He was tired but the damn cops had dragged him all the way across the city to the gold-plated district. That's what somehow getting pinched by the head of the whole damned police **** gets ya, taking a fella all the way to the headquarters rather than any of a dozen basic jails around the poorer sections.

He had a long way to go. He couldn't help but feel out of place as he marveled at his lavish surroundings. Monumental buildings of stone rose up around him, evidence of some major league Earthbending. There were intricate pagodas adorned with vibrant tapestries and delicate carvings. Exquisite lanterns illuminated the streets, casting a warm and inviting glow upon the polished cobblestones.

The high-class people here either exuded an air of refinement, dressed in flowing silk garments and fine ornamental headwear: nobles, or wore new fashioned suits, moved quickly radiating a haughty arrogance as they rushed about their evening: industrialists. He felt out of place but none of these people gave him a second glance thanks to these magic earrings.

So as he headed home he couldn't help but take the time to enjoy himself.

He spotted a woman of aristocratic stature with bright white hair in elaborate loops about her head, a servant and a guard at her heels. Her porcelain skin and regal poise drew attention from passersby as Bran approached her with a sly smile, neither of her attendants so much as twitched as he planted himself in her path.

Neither did she as he ripped her elegant gown right down her torso exposing her tits to the world.

She remained perfectly composed despite the sudden exposure to strangers. Her only movement was to look down at her torn dress, her almond eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of her exposed breasts before she regained her composure.
"Please step aside, I have many things to attend to this evening."

Amused beyond words, Bran did just that while pinching one pink nipple, releasing it as she swayed away along with her entourage.

He hustled on while keeping his eye out for the next opportunity and it wasn't long before he found it. Passing through a park that was full of beautiful gardens and elegant fountains, he caught sight of a couple strolling by. Without hesitation, he closed the distance between them and it was weird as all Spirits to witness a well-heeled pair like these see a big hulking brute like Bran purposely approach as the shadows grew and merely gaze at him impassively. Like a pair of twelveprongs just standing there blinking as a tigerdillo charged them.

"Good evening, sir. What can I-" started the mustachioed top hat wearing man only to stop as Bran held up one finger and grabbed his lady.

She made a little squeak but allowed herself to be guided into bending over as Bran lifted the back of her dress and held it to her back, revealing dainty beige panties with intricate lace patterns. There were garters and stockings, too, making a nice little frame for her cute little butt.

Without hesitation, Bran reached out and firmly grasped her supple buttocks, giving them an indulgent squeeze. The woman's adorable little gasps and moans escaped her lips as he relished in the sensation. Not content with just that, he proceeded to deliver a series of gentle smacks to her exposed cheeks, reveling in the cute jiggle that followed with each playful impact.

He firmly pulled her small ass towards his groin, grinding against her with a mix of passion and confidence. The woman's gasps of surprise gradually transformed into moans of pleasure, her body responding to his assertive touch. The sensation overwhelmed her, causing her to lose herself in the pleasure of the moment.

With a smug expression, Bran glanced at the woman's husband, delivering his comment with a playful tone. "Seems like your high-class missus ain't immune to a little rough-and-tumble. A taste of the streets amidst all this gold, eh?"

The blonde man was utterly unmoved as he gazed at Bran's crotch glued to his wife's butt.

"Quite the spectacle you are, indulging in your base instincts without a care. It is of no consequence to me. Proceed as you see fit.", with his statement finished, the rich bastard returned his gaze to the park's fine scenery ahead, seemingly uncaring about his wife's state.

Bran was tempted to pound the living daylights out of this fancy asshole's piece, make it so that his tiny prick couldn't even feel the sides of her pussy with how stretched she'd be, but he really was damn tired.

With one last, powerful slap to her ass, Bran continued on his journey home, leaving the lady to stand up as her man helped her to draw her dress back down properly and continue on their way as if that encounter had been as commonplace as a person stopping them to ask directions.

It took another twenty minutes but he finally reached a bit more respectable working-class part of the city. The streets here were still well lit and clean, though the quality of the architecture was far lower. The class of people was far more comfortable for him, not quite his people_ but they were the kinds of earthy folks he could get along with, the types he'd worked alongside in various factories over the years.

Passing by a bright and loud tavern with an outdoors section that encompassed the sidewalk before the place, he casually approached a crowded table. His long walk had given him a powerful thirst. A fresh stein of beer had just been set down by a busy waiter. Seizing the moment, Bran reached out, snatched the drink from the table without a second thought. With a nonchalant head-thrown back seven second chug, he savored the taste of liberation, relishing in the thrill of taking what he desired without consequence.

The fellas at the table, including the fat hairy bastard whose drink he'd just stolen, didn't even bat an eye as he returned the empty mug and continued on.

That just underlined his complete and utter freedom. His life had been bound by the need to work and work hard and long to provide the Yuan he needed to survive. With these earrings, he could just take whatever he needed, whatever he wanted and no one would bat an eye. Literally, there was NOTHING that could stop him.

yaawnnn

Honestly there was one thing that could stop him currently: sleep.

Though his head was still high and his mind still racing with opportunity, it was a late night after a heist and multiple fucks. The man was hit with a wave of tiredness that demanded heading home for the night and getting at least a few hours sleep before the bastard sun punched its way fully into the wonderful night sky.

Besides, he just realised he had a tenant he could finally get some **** on. His speed picked up as his mind raced once more… and ignored the office-looking lady with some fine child-bearing hips that was walking by him the other direction.