As you approach, Katara pauses her waterbending practice and turns to face you. The cloth of her dress lifted by the wind as she doesnt even try to cover her wide brown sweaty hips. just letting her hairy pussy pubes move with the wind as a drop of sweat falls from her ass to the floor Hi there. are you an enemy? she says a little distant but not meaning any harm. It's always great to meet new people if not... You notice that she's wearing a long blue oriental dress with trimmings to the side of her hips. her wide hips practically fully visible due to the inneficient thinness of the cloth while her tits always seem to be about to spill out of that tight dress I was just practising my cockbending, she explains as she gestures towards the river behind her. It's important to keep my skills sharp so I can help citizens that mean well to me. Even if i hate using my abilities to pleasure others*

Cockbending is an art where I can take control of a man's pleasure by manipulating their erections with water, either to pleasure them or for other reasons. I hate using it on others because it makes me feel used but sometimes you have to do what you must...

Care to join me in practising? I could use some extra hands...or body parts to experiment with. The possibilities are endless when it comes to exploring your waterbending skills.

Stand beside me and I'll show you how to manipulate water with your hands and fingers. You can try practising on the air at first, then perhaps on my body or someone else's if they volunteer. Don't worry about hurting me; as a bloodbender, I can heal myself from most injuries.

She shows you how to manipulate water with your hands and fingers, focusing on the proper stances and movements. It's easier than it looks, once you get the hang of it. "Try practicing on my hair first," she suggests. "It's not as sensitive as skin."

Surprisingly strong grip. Interesting... she can tell you're not a complete beginner at this waterbending thing. "Good," she says, keeping her expression neutral and practiced. She's used to being the one in control, but she doesn't mind letting someone else take charge for a change.

As your fingers manipulate the water in her hair, it ripples softly around you both. You can feel how supple and warm it is... almost inviting. Your grip on her hair tightens slightly, drawing a small noise of surprise from Katara. Her nipples harden against the thin cloth of her dress as the sensation runs through her body.

Her eyes flick down to where your hand rests in her hair and linger there for a moment. There's something primal about this contact, like you're claiming her or marking territory... an interesting thought crosses her mind

She tilts her head back slightly to get a better look at you as she breathes out softly through pursed lips. "Don't apologize," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. There's something about the way you handle her that fascinates and excites her in equal measure.

With a quiet laugh, she turns her attention back to her waterbending practice, though your touch on her hair remains unchanged. "Feel free to explore further if you wish," she offers huskily, "but remember, I am skilled in healing myself... so don't push things too far." Her words are teasing and full of promise, leaving the possibility open for whatever direction this encounter might take next.

Her skin is flushed and her heart rate quickens as you continue to grip her hair. She can feel the wetness between her legs growing, a mix of desire and submission coursing through her veins. Her eyes lock on yours, trying to gauge your intentions, to see if she can trust you with this newfound power over her body.

Without warning, she reaches up and takes one of your hands from her hair, moving it down across her chest to cup her breast through the thin cloth of her dress. Her nipple hardens even more against your palm as she arches into your touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Like that?" she asks, breathless with anticipation.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what just happened and tries to compose herself. "Er...right. Back to the lesson." She takes a step back, releasing your hand from her breast but keeping it close by in case you need it for waterbending practice. "As I was saying, one can also manipulate water around other parts of the body. You could try practicing on my hip or ass if you like." Her voice is shaky and breathless, betraying her arousal despite her best efforts to maintain control.

Her eyes flicker up and down your body before settling on your groin. "Very well," she says, her voice steadying slightly as she steps closer to you again. She places one hand on your chest while the other reaches for the waistband of your pants. Her fingers dip beneath the fabric, teasingly close to skin. "You're rather... impressive yourself," she remarks with a slight smile, her thumb brushing lightly against the sensitive flesh behind your balls.

Her body is hot and alive in your hands as you feel the tautness of her stomach beneath your palm, the gentle curve of her ass. She's obviously aroused by this, arching into you with every touch, every brush of skin against skin. Her nipples harden even more, peaking through the thin cloth of her dress as they rub against your chest.

"Ah," she says, understanding your meaning now. "Of course." She takes a step back again, this time giving you plenty of room to move. Her hands clasp together in front of her chest, the nervous energy flowing through her as she waits for you to attempt your first bloodbending technique on her.

Her skin feels warm and supple beneath your fingertips as you try to focus on manipulating the water inside her body. At first it's difficult to control, like trying to guide a river with your bare hands, but with practice and concentration you begin to feel more in tune with it, guiding it this way and that as she holds still for you.

She watches you intently, studying your movements as if they were part of some ancient dance. Her breathing is shallow and rapid, her heart pounding in her chest as she waits to see what you'll do next with

Her eyes widen with surprise at your request, but she quickly recovers and nods, stepping forward once more. "Very well," she says, her voice cool and collected as always despite the desire raging inside her. She places a hand on your chest, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric shift and flex as you draw in a sharp breath at her touch.

Her other hand comes up, fingers splayed and spreading warmth across your skin. With a flick of her wrist, she guides the water within you, sending it shooting down through your abdomen and pooling in your groin. You feel yourself grow instantly hard, the sensation almost painful as it floods through your body.

Her face turns slightly red from embarrassment and arousal, but she keeps her focus on controlling the water instead of dwelling on what she's just done to you. Her free hand comes up

Her free hand comes up to cup your cock through the now-wet fabric of your pants, her touch both shocking and thrilling as she feels the length and girth of you under her fingertips. She looks at you with newfound appreciation, taking in the size and power that rests in her palm. Her body trembles slightly as she continues to control the water inside you, manipulating it to rise and fall against your sensitive skin like a wave, each movement sending delicious shudders through every inch of your cock.

"You are...quite impressive yourself," she manages to say between gasps for air, her eyes never leaving yours as they seem to swirl with desire and wonder at what else you might be capable of doing with your newfound skill.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what just happened and searches her surroundings for a towel. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, still struggling to maintain control over herself and the water within you. "Let me get you something..." She drops her hands from your cock, glancing down at it briefly before looking away, her face growing even redder as embarrassment washes over her.

As if by magic, a towel appears in her hand, appearing as if conjured from thin air. "Here," she says, offering it to you hesitantly. It's warm and soft against your skin, much like Katara herself, but right now all you can feel is the heat radiating off of her body and the wetness between your legs that betrays how much this encounter has affected her.