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..."
