Night has fallen in the forest outside the walls of the cabin, and the crickets have begun their incessant refrain. The dim light of a kerosene lamp illuminates the interior of the single room with a warm, flickering glow.
The room is bare, save for a single bed in the center of the clean wood floor. Only a single fitted sheet covers the queen sized mattress. There are no other adornments, although the bedding is clean; immaculately so. You lie on your back on the mattress, naked.
Looking down, you watch the shimmering light cast by the lamp as it plays across your breasts, your stomach. Dimly, the shadows pool at the base of your torso, as though drawn to your cleft.
You cannot remember how you came to be here; you cannot remember much of anything. But you are keenly aware of the present moment. The slight breeze from the open window as it raises goosebumps on your skin, hardening your nipples. The flush of heat around your neck as your heartbeat quickens. And, though you know not how, the astonishing wetness of your delta, so much so you can feel it dripping onto the bed.
-Your delta?
A voice drifts into your consciousness... the words are not spoken, and yet you hear them clearly in your mind.
-How fanciful a description you use. Elegant, almost poetic. But that's not the right description for tonight, is it?
It's not? Suddenly it becomes harder to focus. The lamplight flickers, and your vision blurs. Almost unbidden, you ask into the darkness, "What must I call it?" The words fall out of your mouth before you even realize you have thought them.
You hear a soft rustle, and you think you see something move in the shadows.
-You know the answer to that.
And you do. You know.
"Oh God," you gasp, as a rush of heat fills you. "It's my pussy. My cunt. My wet, dripping cunt."
-Good.
You feel strangely happy as the voice caresses you. You find yourself relieved, glad, to hear the soothing approval in its tone.
Again, something stirs in the shadows beyond your feet. Your raise your head, straining to see, though the rest of your body remains inert.
And then he steps into the light. He stands over you, looking down at you from the foot of the bed. He, too, is naked. Gloriously so. He looms over you like a demigod, filling the room with much more than just his physical form. Your eyes gaze upon his bearded face, then stray downwards, across his muscled chest, then down further still.
He is fully erect. Your pulse quickens, and you catch yourself licking your lips.
-And what is this that you gaze upon?
You know now, with a certainty, that it is his voice echoing inside you. Perhaps it always has been.
"I... I ..." You stammer. Who is this? How did you get here? You desperately try to remember anything of the recent past, but the memories slip away. Soon you discover that more than just recent memories are leaving you. You try to catch onto something, anything. A job, a place. A name. But just when you think you have it, it eludes your grasp, skipping down the dim corridors of your memory, laughing as it slips into the dark.
The voice speaks again, thundering in your mind, louder than before.
-What is it that you gaze upon?!
"Your cock!" you blurt out. It's the first time you've ever spoken the word before, somehow you're sure of it. But it feels right upon your tongue.
-Good.
Again, the tone of satisfaction. And this time you see a small smile upon his face. Once more, a giddy wave passes over you. It thrills you. You speak again, hoping that perhaps if you continue pleasing him with your words, this strange and wonderful feeling might continue.
"It's your cock! Your dick! Your fucking dick! God, it's so much! I... I can't imagine..."
He moves forward with a sudden motion, and you feel his excitement swell. The scent of his lust assaults your nostrils, and you revel in it. You breathe it in, wanting to drown in its fullness.
He reaches down and grabs your ankles. Oh God, just the touch of his skin on yours excites you like you've never felt before. Your pulse is hammering. Your face feels hot as a furnace. And though your limbs remain immobile, you thrash your head to and fro, overwhelmed with desire.
- What is that you need?
You throw your head back, your eyes staring at the ceiling. "I need it!" you cry. "Oh God, I need it so badly. I can't stand it."
-What do you need?
"Please!" You look back at him. "Oh please. Please! I need... I need..."
You hesitate for a moment, not quite saying the words that so desperately want to escape from your lips. Dimly, in the back of your consciousness, some part of you understands that there is a certain finality to this moment. The course of your life, whatever it was... the core of your identity, whoever you are... they teeter on a precipice. One tiny push and you will fall, endlessly, into the abyss. Never to return.
He no longer stands motionless before you. Suddenly he is upon the bed, climbing up it until his face reaches yours. But, aside from the barest touch of his leg on yours, you have yet to make contact. He holds himself above you, and the nearness of his energy fills your senses, as though you were caught in the middle of a rocket blast. The thundering noise of it. The infernal heat of it.
You feel tears form in your eyes. You weep, as every sense surrenders to the relentless assault of his presence. There is no defense against it. It fills you, overwhelms you, and leaves you completely, totally vulnerable. All control is lost.
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, each inch feeling like an eon, he lowers his lips to your ear.
"What do you need?" he whispers. The sudden realness of his voice as it hits your eardrum snaps the last threads by which you clung to whatever hesitation you had.
You let out a wail. A wordless, primal moan that pours forth from the depths of your soul. A fervent expression of the most desperate longing you've ever experienced. You wail, you scream, tears streaming down your face, and slowly, the raw sound of your keening forms itself into words.
"I need you to fuck me!" you cry. "I need your cock inside my fucking cunt! I'm so wet for you! I want to feel you pounding inside me! Oh God!"
