"What is it, my dear?" Eric whispered into Ariel's ear, noticing the sudden tension in her body. She had been floating through the ballroom, her eyes never leaving the mysterious fat woman who looked eerily similar to the sea witch she had encountered in her past.
"It's nothing," Ariel replied, her voice strained. "Just a... an old memory that washed up."
"A memory?" Eric's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "One that makes you look like you've seen a... a... shipwrecked soul?"
Ariel's heart skipped a beat. "No, Eric, it's nothing," she assured him with a forced smile. But her eyes remained transfixed on the stranger. The woman's skin was pale, almost lavender, and her hair was a stark white with streaks of gray that seemed to dance in the light. Her voluminous frame was wrapped in a gown that shimmered with the same iridescence of an octopus's skin.
The woman's gaze met Ariel's, and the former mermaid felt a jolt of recognition. It was her - Ursula, the sea witch who had once tried to take everything from her. But here she was, at her wedding celebration, masquerading as a guest. Ariel's pulse quickened, and she felt the panic bubbling in her chest.
"Why so tense, darling?" Eric's hand rested gently on her waist, trying to soothe her. "You're the belle of the ball, and everyone is here to celebrate our love."
Ariel took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm in her mind. "It's just... I thought I saw someone," she murmured.
"Someone from your... past?" Eric asked, his eyes searching hers.
"No," she said too quickly. "Just... an old friend, that's all." But the lie felt heavy in her mouth, and she knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let the past ruin this moment.
"Ah, I know what you need," Eric said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "A dance. Nothing chases away the blues like a waltz with your prince."
He led her to the dance floor, but Ariel's eyes never left the fat woman. The woman watched her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. The music swelled around them, but Ariel heard none of it. She felt as if she was under a spell once again, unable to break free from the witch's grasp.
As if sensing Ariel's distress, the fat woman began to saunter towards them, her hips swaying with a grace that belied her size. When she was close enough, she extended a hand, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to echo through the ballroom. "Ariel, darling," she cooed. "I've been waiting for this moment. Won't you dance with me?"
The words hung in the air, and Ariel felt the weight of them pressing down on her. She had no choice but to comply, her body moving of its own accord. "Of... of course," she stammered, placing her hand in the woman's. The moment their skin touched, a chill ran down her spine.
The music changed to a slow, seductive tune as Ariel found herself being led into a dance. The fat woman's grip was firm, almost possessive, and Ariel felt a strange power emanating from her. She looked into the woman's eyes, searching for any hint of the malice she had encountered before, but all she found was a sadness that seemed to swallow her whole.
"You look radiant," the woman whispered, her breath hot against Ariel's ear. "But I can see you're still haunted by your past. Tell me, Ariel, do you ever truly escape your destiny?"
Ariel's heart pounded in her chest as the woman's thick fingers trailed up her bare arm, leaving a trail of cold feeling in their wake. The sensation was both terrifying and eerily familiar. "What do you want?" she managed to ask, her voice trembling.
The fat woman chuckled, the sound low and sinister. "Oh, I just want what's best for you," she replied. "But you're a smart girl. You know that nothing comes for free."
Her words hung in the air, thick with implication. Ariel felt a knot form in her stomach, a dread she hadn't felt since the darkest days of her deal with the sea witch. She searched the room for Eric, for any sign that he had noticed the change in her demeanor, but he was lost in the sea of dancers, oblivious to the danger that had just wrapped its tentacles around her heart.
"You're trembling, dear," the fat woman said, her smile never wavering. "There's no need for that. I've come for what I'm owed, and I don't intend to leave empty-handed."
"What do you mean?" Ariel's voice was a mere whisper, fear constricting her throat.
"The bargain we made," the woman, now clearly identifiable as Ursula, spoke with a sense of finality that sent a shiver down Ariel's spine. "You remember the terms. Your voice for your legs. Your dreams for my amusement. But you forgot one crucial detail."
"What... what detail?" Ariel could barely breathe.
"The part where I get to claim you," Ursula said, her grip on Ariel's hand tightening. "You see, the spell wasn't just to take your voice, my sweet. It was to bind you to me. And now, the debt is due."
Ariel tried to pull away, but her legs felt like they were made of lead. Her eyes searched the room desperately for a way out, for any sign of a reprieve, but all she saw were the guests that had no idea of what was happening.
"Don't fight it," Ursula purred, her thick arms wrap around Ariel's waist, drawing her closer. "You're under my spell, and you will obey me."
The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, and Ariel felt as though she was being drawn into a whirlpool of darkness. "What... what will you do to me?" she asked, the words barely escaping her lips.
"Oh, Ariel," Ursula chuckled, her breath hot and moist against Ariel's neck. "You're going to be my little plaything. I'll use your body for my own pleasure."
"No," Ariel whimpered, trying to resist, but her body was moving of its own accord, swaying to the rhythm of the music. She felt the softness of the former octopus woman's hands caressing her back, her fingers leaving trails of cold fire along her spine.
"You're mine," Ursula whispered, her voice a siren's call that Ariel could not ignore. "And everyone here will think we're just two old friends dancing."
Ariel felt the thick arms around her waist, pulling her closer to the sea witch's ample figure. Her own body responded, her breasts pressing against the velvety softness of Ursula's larger breasts. Ursula's hands slid down to her hips, guiding her in a sensual dance that no one else could see.
"You're so beautiful," the sea witch crooned, her hands caressing Ariel's exposed stomach. "But it's not enough to just look. I want to feel you, taste you."
Ariel's eyes widened with horror, but her body continued to respond to the unseen force that compelled her to move against Ursula. Her hips rocked against the fat woman's thick thigh, her breasts brushing against the soft flesh of her chest. She tried to fight the urges, to pull away, but her limbs seemed to have a mind of their own.
"You can't," she gasped. "I'm a... a human now. I'm Eric's wife!"
Ursula leaned in closer, her breath sweet and cloying. "But you're still my little mermaid," she murmured. "And I've come to collect."
Their bodies melded together, Ariel's slender form pressed against the sea witch's voluptuous frame. She could feel the heat of Ursula's desire, the pulse of the woman's need, and she knew that she was losing the battle. The guests around them danced on, oblivious to the dark magic that swirled between them.
"You're mine," Ursula whispered again, her mouth grazing Ariel's ear. "Say it."
"I... I can't," Ariel choked out, her resolve slipping away with every beat of the music.
"Say it," the sea witch hissed, her grip tightening.
"I'm... I'm yours," Ariel whispered, the words sticking in her throat like bile.
With a triumphant cackle, Ursula pulled her in for a deep, dominating kiss. Ariel felt the room spin, felt her soul screaming in protest, but her body arched into it, responding to the dark magic that had once been a part of her. The kiss was like nothing she had ever experienced, a mix of power and passion that seemed to ignite every nerve in her body.
The music grew faster, the lights dimmer, as the sea witch led her through the dance floor. The guests parted for them, their eyes glazed over with a spell that kept them from seeing the horror unfolding before them. Ariel felt the fabric of her gown slide away, revealing more and more of her skin to the cool night air.
"You're going to love it," Ursula murmured, her hands sliding down to Ariel's buttocks. "You're going to love every moment of it."
Ariel felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, her body betraying her with every beat of the music. She could feel the sea witch's magic sliding around her, caressing her, pulling her closer. She knew she should scream, should fight, but she was trapped in a prison of her own making.
"I'll make you forget all about him," Ursula promised, her mouth moving down Ariel's neck. "You'll only remember me."
Ariel's body responded to the sea witch's touch despite her mind screaming in protest. The heat from the human form of the sea witch was intoxicating, making Ariel's skin tingle with every caress.
"Why are you doing this?" Ariel managed to ask, her voice trembling.
"Because I can," Ursula said, her teeth grazing Ariel's earlobe. "Because you're mine, and I always get what I want."
Ariel felt the warmth of the fat woman's breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "But Eric... he loves me," she protested weakly.
"Love is a fleeting thing," Ursula said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "But power, my dear, power is eternal."
The sea witch's hands slid down to Ariel's thighs, pushing the fabric of her dress higher. Ariel's legs felt like jelly, unable to resist as the woman's strong fingers found their way to the hem of her undergarments.
"No, please," Ariel whispered, but her voice was lost in the cacophony of the party.
"You're mine," Ursula repeated, her voice a seductive purr. "And I'll show you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."
The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, as the sea witch led Ariel away from the dance floor. The guests' faces blurred into a sea of oblivion, their laughter a distant echo as the world around them grew hazy.
"You don't have to do this," Ariel said, trying to pull away. But it was as if she was fighting against the tide itself.
"Oh, but I do," Ursula said, her eyes gleaming with victory. "You see, I never truly lost our little bargain. You may have gotten the man, but the price for your legs was your soul. And now it's time to collect."
Ariel felt a cold hand slip into the top of her dress, cupping her breast. The touch was foreign and wrong, yet it sent a jolt of desire through her that she didn't understand. She whimpered, trying to push the fat woman away.
"You want this," Ursula said, her voice a low murmur. "You want to feel alive again, don't you?"
The sea witch's other hand found its way between Ariel's thighs, her fingers deftly teasing the folds of her sex. Ariel's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the beginnings of an unwelcome arousal.
"You're just a monster," Ariel sobbed.
"A monster who knows what you crave," Ursula said, her voice a siren's song. "A monster who knows how to give it to you."
The hand between her legs grew more insistent, the pressure increasing as Ariel's body began to respond. "Please," she begged, her voice a mere whisper.
"You know you want it," the sea witch murmured, her thumb brushing against Ariel's clit. "Say it."
Ariel's eyes flew open, staring into the cold, calculating gaze of her captor. "I... I want it," she admitted, the words barely audible.
With a satisfied smirk, Ursula pulled her into a hidden corridor, her hand never leaving Ariel's sensitive flesh. The walls of the castle felt like they were closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of the sea and dark magic.
"You're going to be my little mermaid again," Ursula whispered. "And I'll be your everything."
The fat woman's hand grew bolder, her thumb now rubbing in slow, deliberate circles as Ariel's body began to tremble. The fear and disgust warred with the unmistakable heat that was building inside her.
"Come for me," the sea witch said, her voice a dark command. "Let me feel your pleasure."
Ariel bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that was building in her chest. Her body was no longer her own, and she felt a strange thrill at the thought of giving in to the woman who had once tried to destroy her. "Please," she gasped, "make it stop."
Ursula leaned in closer, her smile widening. "Why would I do that, my dear?" she cooed. "You're just starting to have fun."
"I... I can't," Ariel protested, even as she felt her hips bucking into the sea witch's hand. "I love Eric."
"Love," Ursula spat the word like a curse. "Love is a prison. Pleasure is freedom."
The hand on her breast grew rougher, pinching her nipple until Ariel's eyes rolled back in her head. She knew she should be fighting, screaming for help, but instead she was lost in a haze of sensation. The sea witch's other hand slid down her stomach, her nails tracing a line of fire down to the waist of her gown. With surprising strength, Ursula ripped the dress away, exposing Ariel's naked form to the cool air of the corridor.
"Now," the sea witch purred, "it's time for you to pay your debt."
Ariel's eyes snapped open, and she stared in horror as Ursula began to undo the laces of her own corset. The fabric fell away, revealing a stomach that was soft and round, the skin pale in the flickering candlelight. "What are you doing?" Ariel whispered.
"I'm giving you what you want," Ursula said, her eyes gleaming. "A taste of power, of the life you gave up to be with him."
The sea witch's hands wrapped around Ariel's waist, pulling her closer until her face was just inches from the plump flesh of her stomach. "Kiss me," she demanded.
Ariel hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. But the spell was too strong, the lure of the sea witch's power too great. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the softness of the fat woman's belly.
"More," Ursula ordered, her voice thick with desire. "Lick me."
Ariel's tongue darted out, tentatively tasting the salty skin. The sensation was strange, yet oddly intoxicating. She licked a slow, deliberate path up the curve of the sea witch's stomach, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath her touch.
"Harder," Ursula whispered, her breath ragged. "Suck on me."
Ariel's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal as she did as she was told. She took a deep breath and began to suck on the flesh of the sea witch's stomach, feeling the muscles tense beneath her. The fat woman's moan of pleasure was music to her ears, a dark symphony that drowned out the voice of reason screaming in her head.
"Yes," Ursula hissed, her fingers tightening in Ariel's hair. "You're mine now."
The mermaid felt a sense of defiance rise within her, even as she continued to worship the sea witch's body. She would not let this woman take her soul, not again. She had made her choice, and it was Eric she loved. With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed herself away, her eyes blazing with determination.
"You will not win," Ariel said, her voice shaking with passion. "I am not yours to take."
Ursula's smile faltered for a moment, then grew even more wicked. "We'll see about that," she said, her hands reaching out to pull Ariel back in.
But Ariel was already lost in the fog of the spell. Her eyes glazed over, she felt a strange, irresistible urge to obey. Her mouth watered, her body betraying her as it craved the taste of the sea witch's most intimate parts. "I... I can't," she murmured, but her voice was weak.
"Oh, but you can," Ursula said, her voice a purr. "And you will."
With a strength that belied her size, the sea witch yanked Ariel's head down, forcing her to kiss her thick thighs. Ariel's eyes widened, but she couldn't pull away. The touch of the fat woman's skin was electric, sending jolts of desire through her that she didn't want to feel.
"Lick me," Ursula whispered, her fingers tangling in Ariel's hair. "Lick me until I cum in your mouth."
Ariel's mouth opened, her tongue sliding out to obey. The first taste was salty, but not unpleasant. Her eyes closed, she began to lick the soft skin of the sea witch's thighs, moving closer and closer to the promised land.
"That's it," Ursula encouraged, her legs spreading wider. "You're doing so well, my pet."
Ariel felt the heat between her own legs growing, her clit swelling with every stroke of her tongue. She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be doing this, but she couldn't stop. The sea witch's power was too great.
"More," Ursula demanded, her voice a growl. "I want to feel your tongue on my pussy."
Ariel whimpered, but the spell was too strong. Her tongue slid higher, tracing a wet path up the inside of the sea witch's thigh until she reached the damp, velvety folds of her sex. The scent was overpowering, a mix of sea salt and something darker, something primal.
"That's it," the sea witch moaned, her hips bucking slightly. "Lick me good."
Ariel's tongue slipped between the thick labia, finding the slickness of the woman's clit. She flicked it lightly, then harder, her mouth moving with a mind of its own. The sounds of the party faded away, leaving only the wet, rhythmic noises of her mouth on the sea witch's flesh.
"Oh, yes," Ursula groaned, her grip tightening. "You're going to make me cum, aren't you?"
Ariel's body responded to the question, her own arousal growing with every second. She knew what was happening, knew that she was falling under the sea witch's control. But she couldn't stop.
"Fuck, yes," Ursula hissed, her hips rocking against Ariel's face. "You're going to make me cum so hard."
The former mermaid felt a strange thrill, a dark satisfaction at the thought of pleasing this monster. She licked and sucked, her tongue dancing over the sea witch's clit until it was swollen and sensitive.
"I'm going to come," Ursula panted. "I'm going to come all over your pretty little face."
The words sent Ariel over the edge, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her own orgasm. She could feel it building, the pressure in her belly growing unbearable.
"Swallow it," the sea witch ordered, her voice strained. "Swallow every drop of my power."
And with that, Ariel felt the first spurt of the sea witch's juices in her mouth. She gagged, but the spell was too strong. She swallowed, the taste of power coating her tongue.
As the last of the orgasm faded, the sea witch's grip loosened. Ariel pulled back, panting, her eyes wide with shock and horror at what she had done.
"You see?" Ursula said, her voice smug. "You're just like me now."
The former mermaid stumbled away, her legs trembling. "Never," she spat. "I'll never be like you."
But deep inside, she knew the truth. The spell had a hold on her, a grip so tight that she could feel it in every fiber of her being. The sea witch's tentacle-less legs were firmly planted on the castle floor, and the power of the ocean surged through her fingertips as they tangled in Ariel's fiery hair.
"Fight all you want," Ursula said with a dark chuckle. "Your body is mine to command, and your desires are mine to fulfill."
Ariel struggled against the invisible bonds, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination. "I don't belong to you!"
Ursula's smile grew wider, revealing sharp teeth. "Oh, but you do, my dear. You gave yourself to me willingly."
Her hand trailed down Ariel's back, over her curvy hips, and down to her thighs. The touch was cold, yet it sent waves of heat through the former mermaid's body. With a cruel flick of her wrist, she forced Ariel's legs apart, the former mermaid's knees hitting the floor with a thud.
"Lay down," she said, her voice a dark whisper. "And spread those legs wide for me."
Ariel's eyes widened with horror, but she found herself moving to comply. The sea witch's hand pushed down on her shoulder, guiding her to the cold, hard stone. Her breath hitched as she felt bare and vulnerable beneath the fat woman's gaze.
"Good girl," Ursula purred, her own desire evident in her tone. "Now, let me show you just how much you're mine."
With a grunt, the sea witch climbed on top of Ariel, her massive body pressing down on the smaller woman's. The weight was suffocating, the pressure on her chest making it hard to breathe. But Ariel couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her as she felt the wetness of the sea witch's sex against her own.
"You can't do this," Ariel gasped.
"Can't I?" Ursula said, her voice thick with amusement. "I think you'll find that I can do whatever I wish."
The sea witch began to grind down, her pussy sliding against Ariel's, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through the mermaid's body. Ariel's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent cry of protest and need escaping her lips.
"You see?" Ursula said, her voice a sultry whisper in Ariel's ear. "You can't resist me."
The grinding grew more intense, the sea witch's hips moving in a rhythm that seemed to be echoed by the very waves themselves. Ariel's body responded despite her mind's screams of defiance, her hips rising to meet the fat woman's.
"Fuck me," Ariel begged, the words torn from her throat. "Fuck me like you own me."
Ursula's laugh was the sound of victory, a deep, rolling chuckle that seemed to fill the very air around them. "Oh, I will," she said, her voice a dark promise.
The sea witch's hands found Ariel's breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Ariel arched her back, her nails digging into the stone beneath her as the pleasure grew. The room spun around them, the candles casting shadows that danced on the walls like sea creatures in a frenzied mating dance.
"You're going to cum for me," Ursula said, her voice a command. "You're going to cum and admit that you're mine."
Ariel's breath was coming in ragged gasps now, her eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of sensation. "No," she moaned, even as her body betrayed her.
The sea witch leaned down, her breath hot against Ariel's neck. "Say it," she whispered. "Say you're mine."
The words were a whisper, barely audible. "I'm... I'm yours."
With a triumphant growl, Ursula increased her pace, the wetness between their bodies growing slicker, the sounds of their union echoing through the corridor. Ariel's body tensed, her muscles tightening as she felt the orgasm build within her.
"That's it," the sea witch murmured, her teeth grazing the mermaid's earlobe. "Give in to the pleasure."
And with that, the sea witch claimed victory. Ariel's body trembled beneath her, the young woman's willpower shattered like a fine china plate under the weight of the sorceress's dark magic. "You see, my dear," Ursula said, her voice a purr of triumph, "you can fight with all the spirit of the seven seas, but in the end, your body will always obey me."
The grinding grew even more frenzied, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the chamber like the distant call of a siren's song. Ariel's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as the sea witch brought her to the brink once more. "Cum for me," Ursula whispered, her voice a dark seduction that seemed to resonate within Ariel's very soul. "Cum for the one who owns you now."
And Ariel did. Her back arched, her body bowed, as the second orgasm ripped through her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a tempest of pleasure that seemed to tear her very essence apart. Her eyes flew open, and she stared up at the sea witch in awe, her body spasming beneath the woman's weight. "Y-yes," she gasped out, the words torn from her in a strangled cry. "I... I belong to you."
Ursula threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber. "Now, that's more like it," she said, her hands moving from Ariel's breasts to her hips. With a final, brutal slap of her pussy against Ariel's, she too reached her peak. The sea witch's body convulsed, her juices spilling out and coating the former mermaid's sex in a warm, sticky embrace.
As the waves of pleasure receded, Ariel lay there, panting and trembling. Her body was a canvas of desire and defeat, her legs still spread wide, her pussy swollen and slick from the sea witch's attentions. "W-what have you done to me?" she whispered.
"I've given you a taste of true power," Ursula said, her voice still thick with lust. She leaned down, her breath hot against Ariel's neck. "And now, you're going to help me claim what's rightfully mine. The throne of Atlantica, and the love of your precious Eric."
The former mermaid felt a cold, hard knot form in her stomach. She had never thought that her desires could lead her to this, to becoming a pawn in a game played by the likes of Ursula. "Never," she whispered, the word a feeble protest against the storm of emotions that raged within her.
"Oh, but you will," the sea witch assured her, her voice a dark promise. "You will, or I'll make sure that every moment of your existence is a living hell. And I've got quite the imagination for such things, my dear."
Ariel felt the weight of the sea witch's body lift off her, the coolness of the stone floor a stark contrast to the heat that had been trapped between them. She pulled her knees to her chest, trying to regain some semblance of dignity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"Simple," Ursula said, standing over her with a wicked smile. "I want your love for Eric to be mine. To control it, to use it, to break it. And in return, I'll let you live out your pathetic little fantasy. But if you dare to cross me..."
The threat hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Ariel knew that she had no choice. She was bound to this woman in a way she had never been to anyone else. "What must I do?" she asked, the defeat in her voice palpable.
"Just remember who's in charge," Ursula said, her eyes gleaming. "Remember whose pussy you're craving every night. And when the time comes, you'll do exactly as I say."
With that, she turned on her heel and strode away, her hips swaying with the confidence of one who knows she holds the power. Ariel watched her go, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of the second orgasm. As the door closed behind the sea witch, she curled up on the floor, the coldness of the stone seeping into her bones.
But even as she lay there, a spark of defiance lit in her eyes. This wasn't the end. It couldn't be. She had to find a way to break the spell, to regain her own will, to save Eric and her father's kingdom from the clutches of this monstrous woman.
As the hour ticked by, Ariel steeled herself for the inevitable. She had to play her part perfectly, lest she give anything away to Eric. She took a deep breath and stood, straightening her clothing with trembling hands. When the time came, she would introduce the sea witch as her new lady-in-waiting, a distant relative from a land far away, brought here for protection and companionship.
"Your Royal Highness," she called out, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "I have someone I wish you to meet."
The doors to Eric's chamber opened, and he looked up from his work, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Ariel, my love," he said, rising to meet her. "What's this about?"
"This is Lady Vanessa," Ariel said, her voice forced and formal as she gestured to the sea witch, who had transformed into a buxom, human woman with a wavy mane of white hair and piercing black eyes. "She's traveled from afar to seek refuge in our kingdom and I've asked her to stay with us as my personal advisor and confidant."
Eric's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded. "Welcome, Lady Vanessa," he said, extending his hand.
Ursula took it, her grip firm and her smile sweet. "Thank you, Your Highness," she purred, her human voice a stark contrast to the gravelly tones she had used as a sea witch. "I'm honored to be in your presence."
The rest of the evening was a blur of forced smiles and polite conversation. Ariel's every move was calculated, every word chosen with care. She watched as Eric interacted with the woman who had stolen her body's control, her heart heavy with the weight of her secret. The castle bustled around them, but the walls seemed to close in, the air thick with the unspoken tension that only Ariel and Ursula could feel.