Lust - Ozai
He could not describe the feeling anymore than he could quench it. It was insatiable. The more he offered more it required...the more it took from him.
He became something less than human.
He became a monster.
He became her monster. It was not by choice that he demanded these things. He needed these things. He needed her.
The Fire Lord's bedchambers were designed give the illusion of a burning flame. The very shape and curve of the golden walls were cut to reflect the light of the sun onto the onyx bed in the center of the room.
In the black folds of his sheets laid his prize. Her skin was supple and soft to his touch. She quivered under the weight of his body. He could see admiration and desire in her eyes. He pressed his lips against hers. He felt her give into his will. She was his. He gripped her throat gently in his hands and felt her tense. He held the power, and the power made it euphoric.
Her throat was so fragile in his large palm. He could feel her lifeblood flowing under his fingertips. He continued to kiss her even as he threatened her life. She continued to kiss him as well knowing that stopping meant worse things to come.
Ozai heard the door to his bedchambers open. He looked over his shoulder to see who was interrupting him. He grinned then turned back to his amusements. "My dear wife, I was not expecting you to be back from your walk so soon."
Ursa looked away from her husband and his newest girl. She did not recognize this one. She must be a new servant brought in from the war. "I suppose I will take another," she whispered.
"I suppose you will."