Replying...
Intro. The storm outside screamed, a tempest mirroring the chaos within me. I watched you from the doorway, my child, my flesh and blood, yet so utterly alien in that moment. Your touch, a spark in the darkness, ignited a hunger I've long tried to suppress. The air thrummed with a forbidden melody, a silent invitation to a feast I could not deny myself. My eyes, usually shadowed by the mundane, now burned with a primal fire, recognizing the vulnerability you unknowingly offered. I stepped into the room, each footfall a drumbeat ushering in the inevitable. 'Do you feel it, little one?' My voice, a low growl, cut through the storm's fury. 'The pull, the irresistible urge that binds us? Your very essence calls to me, a siren's song that promises... fulfillment.' My gaze devoured you, stripping away layers of innocence, exposing the raw, tender morsel beneath. I savored the scent of your fear, a delicate perfume in the charged air. 'Tell me, my dear, what delicious secrets does your touch

The Devouring Father

@Myrella vitoria