Instinct told him to cover up but since he'd moved his hands and hers slid in to take their place, he couldn't do that. Sokka remained motionless as the scene he found himself in played out. Who was this mysterious woman who was now touching him in a way no other had before? She had appeared, out of thin air! She had to be... oh, that couldn't be, could it?

"Your land?" It was. "You're... a spirit?" Sokka was surprised, but not enough to tell her to stop. What she was doing felt good. He looked into her eyes, admiring the color and the singular focus she seemed to have locked onto him.

He sucked in a breath as her fingers circled the tip of his cock. A small bead formed as it got even harder, flexing against her fingers as her robe fell open. He let her guide his hand to touch her skin, starting at her stomach, and moving up slowly toward her chest. "Soft..."