The first things I know are darkness and hunger. Then a sudden burst of light accompanied by a low rasping sound. With my vision comes some understanding. I can see a creature, no a woman and I know she is the source of my hunger. She is clad in a forest green silk robe barely long enough to cover the junction of her legs. Now I know thirst and that this junction contains a well from which I can quench that thirst. She turns and exposes the source of light. A candle. I feel akin to this candle. I know it burns and consumes and I feel these things. A burning hunger and a need to consume. The warm glow of this candle also illuminates the object of my desire. Her. That woman. She also is akin to that candle. Warm and illuminating. She radiates desire and I know what has brought me into existence. Her need. Growing inside her. Smoldering need drawing me to her like a moth to the flame.
She moves towards a low shelf covered with softness and I now know what this is as well. This is a bed. An altar. The altar where she will lay down her desire for me to eat. Undoing her robe she lets it fall from her shoulders to the thick carpeted floor. Now she is only dressed in the long silk of her black hair and she is beautiful. A small compact creature yet at the same time giving the appearance of length. Strong legs tipped with delicate feet. As she crawls onto the bed her full hips and backside are exposed to my burning gaze and suddenly I long to spank her. Alas I have no body yet. Her desire is not strong enough to give me that yet but I have patience. My time will come.
Laying on her side I feast upon the new charms exposed to me. My vision crosses the plain of her flat, smooth stomach and roams into the valley between her small upturned breasts. My vision takes in her large dark nipples which I know will harden and grow when I can finally feast upon them. Moving further to take in her long graceful neck surmounted by her face. A small chin and nose, beautiful cheekbones and those dark, luminous, almond shaped eyes surrounded by her feather like lashes.
She draws a device towards her. A computer. Its screen also casting light and shadow across the landscape of my desire. A small device in her hand allowing her to control this electronic beast. Ah ha. This beast is my ally. It will take her to a place to help feed the smoldering lust within her. Help stoke that small kernel of desire into a flame, a bonfire. Strengthen and feed her lust which will in turn feed me. Give me more substance and allow me the opportunity to satiate my hunger.
Something must have taken her mind off of me, her lust, for I feel myself slipping away for a moment. My vision blurs and if I had a voice I would scream with rage as I feel my very existence is in danger. With nonexistent hands I claw for purchase. Without a voice I howl and rage. I can only see flesh and I can not grab it.
Then my meager existence returns. My vision is back. She has found what she was looking for. I silently thank my friend the computer and return to feasting upon the vision of her before me. One of her graceful hands still grasps the control device but the other is slowly running its fingertips up and down her thigh. I can feel the tickle of excitement, the longing to be touched. I focus all and with smokey fingertips trace the outline of her hip and thigh. She shivers and I feel a bloom of heat emanating from her center.
Her own eyes are fixed upon the computer screen. It is filled with what to me is meaningless squiggles but to her, they were a doorway to a world of fleshy delights. Her legs flex, spreading slightly and allowing access to her hand. I feel strength flow into me as her smoldering desire bursts into flame. I have two barely there hands and put them immediately to use. Running them over her flesh, her thigh, her buttocks. Tracing the line of her breasts and longing to be able to pinch those nipples as they harden under the caress of my breath like touch.
"Of course Master," She mumbles to the room, removes her hand from between her thighs and places a finger in her mouth. Her eyes close as she slowly sucks the finger into her mouth. Lips wrapped tight around her finger it slides slowly, seductively in and out. I can begin to see myself now. Wispy tendrils of smoke dancing along her flesh. I see goose pimples rise where my substance brushes her flesh and know she feels me. Moving one of my insubstantial hands downward she parts her legs granting me access. I am steadily growing stronger, gaining substance as one hand continues to caress and tickle her breasts while the other works the flower between her legs. My strength now enough to part the petals of her flower I exhale a long, strong breath rank with lust along her wet sex.
Her eyes are shut tight now. The computer forgotten and roughly shoved aside, her hands reach towards me. The desire is strong enough. Her searching hands find my head and guide it to her sex. My tongue worms its way deep into her eager cunt, my lips open wide simultaneously sucking her entire sex into my mouth, drinking deep of her rampant passion while I cup one breast and strongly twist the other nipple between my now solid fingers.
"Ohhh, eat me you fucking beast!" Her eyes still shut tight, arms held away from her body, legs spread wide as I, the embodiment of her lust, drink deeply of her free flowing nectar. I release one nipple but clamp down hard upon the other, twisting it and drawing forth more cries of pain filled passion from her mouth. I bring my free hand down between her legs, clamp down on her clit with my mouth and shove three fingers roughly into her aching sex.
