Actions and Consequences

Vaatu, wearing the servant girl's body like a glove, pushed Ursa down onto the bed, his eyes gleaming with a dark, hungry light. He straddled her, his hands roaming over her body, his touch both gentle and insistent. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear, his voice a soft, seductive murmur. "You did what you had to do, Ursa," he whispered, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. "You protected yourself, your children. You showed them that you are strong, that you are not to be trifled with."

Ursa tried to push him away, tried to resist, but Vaatu was relentless. He captured her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, his other hand cupping her breast, his thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her dress. "No one understands you, Ursa," he murmured, his stolen lips trailing kisses down her neck, her chest, her stomach. "No one sees you for who you are, for what you've been through."

He slid his hand under her dress, his fingers tracing the line of her thigh, her hip, her stomach. Ursa gasped, her body arching into his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Your past, Ursa," Vaatu whispered, his fingers dipping lower, brushing against the heat between her legs. "It's a chain around your neck, a weight dragging you down. Your parents, they gave you away, they cast you aside. They're happier now, Ursa. They've moved on, they've forgotten about you."

Ursa shook her head, tears streaming down her face as she tried to deny his words, tried to push back against the dark, twisted truth he was spinning. But Vaatu silenced her with a kiss, his lips crushing against hers, his tongue invading her mouth, his fingers sliding inside her, stroking, teasing, pleasuring.

"And Ikem," Vaatu murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her body, his fingers never stopping their relentless ****. "He's moved on, Ursa. He's found a new wife, a new family. He's forgotten about you, just like everyone else has."

Ursa cried out, her body writhing beneath him, her hips bucking against his hand. Vaatu smiled, his eyes gleaming with a dark, twisted triumph. He leaned down, his tongue circling her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, his fingers stroking, thrusting, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

"And Ozai," he whispered, his voice a low growl, his fingers curling inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that made her gasp and writhe. "He locked you away, Ursa. He used you, he manipulated you, he turned you into a pawn in his sick, twisted game. He never saw you as a person, Ursa. He never saw you as anything more than a vessel, a tool to be used and discarded."

Ursa's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling, her muscles tensing as she drew closer and closer to the edge. Vaatu's voice was a relentless drumbeat in her mind, his words a dark, twisted mantra that crushed her spirit, that broke her will, that shattered her resistance.

"And your children, Ursa," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach, his fingers never stopping their relentless ****. "Zuko, always clinging to you, always needing your affirmation, your approval. And Azula, rebellious, defiant, always pushing you away. They don't understand you, Ursa. They don't see you. They don't know the sacrifices you've made, the pain you've endured."

Ursa's body was on fire, her nerves alight with pleasure and pain, her mind a whirlwind of dark, twisted thoughts. She tried to push back, tried to resist, but Vaatu was relentless, his words a dark, seductive poison that seeped into her soul, that crushed her spirit, that broke her will.

"So tell me, what's the point, Ursa?" he whispered, his voice a soft, seductive murmur, his fingers stroking, thrusting, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "What's the point of your existence? What's the point of your pain, your suffering, your struggle?"

Ursa's body convulsed, her back arching, her muscles tensing as she drew closer and closer to the edge. Tears streamed down her face, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her mind a whirlwind of darkness and despair. "I... I don't know," she whispered, her voice choked with tears, with pain, with pleasure.

Vaatu smiled, a cruel, triumphant smile that was hidden behind the servant girl's soft, gentle features. "Don't worry about it, Ursa," he murmured, his voice a soft, soothing lullaby, his stolen fingers thrusting faster and faster, bringing her to the brink. "Don't worry about any of it. I'll take care of it, Ursa. I'll take care of everything. You don't have to fight, Ursa. You don't have to struggle. You don't have to worry. I'll do it all for you, Ursa. I'll fight for you. I'll protect you. I'll make the world a better place for you, for your children, for everyone. All you have to do... is stop fighting."

And with a final, relentless thrust of his fingers, Ursa screamed, her body convulsing, her back arching, her muscles tensing as she came, hard and fast and fierce, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire, consuming her, devouring her, shattering her. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, her body spasming, her hips bucking, her inner walls clenching around Vaatu's fingers, coating them in her release.

Vaatu watched, a dark, twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as Ursa came undone beneath him. And then, with a final, passionate kiss, he transferred back into her body, the servant girl collapsing onto the bed beside her, her body limp and lifeless.

Vaatu opened his new eyes, his consciousness settling into Ursa's body like a key sliding into a lock. He lifted a hand, admiring the slender fingers, the smooth skin, the manicured nails. He gave his chest a squeeze, a grin spreading across his face as he felt the soft, supple flesh give beneath his fingers. Humming softly, his grin widened as he happily played with his new breasts, full thighs rubbing against each in arousal.

Meanwhile the **** servant lay on his side, mind broken from the hostile takeover.

He was in control now, fully and completely. Princess Ursa's body was his, her mind was his, her soul was his. He was Vaatu, the spirit of chaos and darkness, and he was finally, truly free.