The Hunger 17

The Hunger

©2002 Greymead

It must have been sometime shortly before my last great sleep that I met her. I suspect that the hunger was upon me, for she is one of us now, and answers to me as her Master, but I can never be certain as my memory rarely reveals anything to me from before a sleep.

Let it suffice to say that she was young at the time of her turning for her appearance is still that of a child, though you and I both know that her true age is much in excess of what humans would believe possible. She was, I think, a human herself when the Egyptian kings were having erected those bizarre monuments that were to deliver them intact to the next world. (I know -- but they truly believed it!) That may be the reason that she has chosen to call herself Isis, and it is her prerogative to take whatever name she chooses.

She came, for the first time, to my bed last night, curious about the coupling that mortals engage in for the purpose of procreation, and convinced me to help her with a bit of "scientific research" into the nature of those encounters. Needless to say, I was reluctant at first, I mean it seems so squalid, mimicking the actions of those who are so inferior to oneself, but she persisted and I finally agreed, swearing her to secrecy that no one might learn of this perverse behaviour.

The description that follows should, I hope, convince you of the serious threat to our society that is bound to become a reality if these practices are adopted by any significant number of our population.

I make these things known to you now because I feel that potential loss of your respect for me is nothing compared to the great damage that may be done to civilization as we know it if the threat is not made known to all and sundry immediately. As to your reactions to my involvement, I hope that you will not judge harshly in light of the true scientific value of my findings:

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To begin with, she was wearing very little when she entered my room that night and I thought it not at all strange when she slipped into my sarcophagus with me, though as you may imagine it is a very tight fit, even when you have a large one

After explaining what it was she had in mind, I rather awkwardly tried to couple with her, trying desperately to recall what one is expected to do under the circumstances, but my member refused to enter her, folding in half at every attempt. I tried to tell her that it was no use as I had forgotten how.

She said that she had found and read a book, and would show me what she had learned from it, as she was very much aware after my attempts that I did not have the necessary knowledge.

She shifted about until she got out from under me and squatted at my feet, lowering her small head to that part of me with which I make water, then, smiling at me, she opened her mouth and engulfed it.

The shock was enormous. Something about the pressure of her lips and tongue on that bit of flesh awoke something in it that reared its head and sent shudders of warmth all through me.

As you might well imagine, that warmth was as alien a sensation as I have ever experienced, and being both alien and unexpected, I was anxious to continue the experiment to find what else it could offer in way of physical gratification. Imagine, if you will, my surprise when, without warning, she lifted her head and moved over me, placing the tip of the now rampant flesh into the pocket which on the female serves a similar purpose.

She lifted her knees and sank down on it, slowly swallowing the length of that flesh into the depths of her being until I prodded and probed into the deepest recesses of that well.

You may not believe this, I doubted my own senses at first, but she was definitely exuding a fluid which eased and lubricated the entry and without which (in addition to the turgidity of that extremity upon which she rode) I am certain I could not have passed within. She seemed to have some difficulty and the fit was, indeed, very tight. It seemed that it would damage her, but she found the sensation most enjoyable. I must admit that I, too, found it pleasurable and was much relieved in her response to my query that I should continue. That is precisely what I did.

It was not long before the warmth that I mentioned earlier was growing exponentially, nearly burning that part of me which was inside her, but with a most pleasant heat that threatened to engulf us completely.

She was now moving at a fast rate of speed, speaking in the vernacular of humans and using words and phrases which one does not commonly hear in public. All of a sudden, her body stiffened, seemingly wracked with spasm after spasm of pain and at the same time, a hot fluid boiled up out of my body, compounding the lubrication in that part of her to which I was fastened. It was a mighty experience, and after we had recovered, we sought to repeat it.

We engaged in variations of this activity throughout the night, foregoing our usual meal and when the sun rose, she had barely time to return to her own place of rest.

As you may see by the present state of our being, I have not fed and have, in fact, worn my body down to a wasted shadow of its usual form -- all in one night. I cannot deny that the sensations resulting from the act are pleasureable, I have told you that they are, but at what cost this pleasure? Am I to die of starvation in the pursuit of this pleasure? Am I to relinquish my self to this act merely because it fulfills a need I have just discovered? I fear that I am, for this desire is overwhelming, but I warn you now, do not get caught in this deadly trap! Do not listen to those who would seduce you, for this is a hunger greater than The Hunger!