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Moonlight poured through the shattered arches of the ancient temple, spilling silver across the marble floor like liquid stardust. The ruins stretched wide around her, a now hollow shell of something that once held meaning before time had withered its purpose to dust. She had come here seeking answers, but what she found was something far older, far darker.

A shadow loomed before her, not merely darkness but something living, its form shifting between smoke and flesh. Tendrils of darkness quickly curled around her wrists and ankles like fluid chains. The grip was gentle for a moment, then possessive. A shiver ran through her. Its touch was cold as midnight. She felt a sudden heat—not from the form, but within her, rising in response to how the shadows moved across her body.

What felt like fingers brushed against her exposed skin, worshipping the curve of her waist and the delicate dip of her collarbone. When they skimmed lower, over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, she let out a whimper of pleasure.

"You are fragile," it murmured, its voice like the wind over hollow ruins. "And yet you tremble not."

Her breath was shallow, but steady. "Should I fear you?" she whispered.

"No," it purred with a resonance she could feel vibrating through the tendrils, up her limbs, and deep into her core, "but you should fear how much you will crave me."

The tendrils moved instantly, swift as a thought but with an explosive force. They coiled tighter, pulling her limbs in opposing directions. The shadows stirred at the being's core, whirling and forming into something more solid. An elegant but powerful hand emerged from the swirling abyss and tore through the fabric shielding her skin.

A sharp inhale. Then a moan. The temple air prickled over her bared flesh. Her thighs began to shine from her moistness.

"I am yours," she gasped, the words not meaning to come so easily. But she couldn't resist.

The being rumbled, a soundless vibration of pure hunger. A shudder ran through the temple walls, and the dark, smokey void began to take shape. It appeared ethereal, like a cosmic abyss, yet shaped as though carved from marble. Its arms, thick, commanding, bulged with a kind of power that weakened her knees. His waist tapered into taut hips, every line of him honed, deliberate, yet brimming with unyielding strength. Shadows clung to it like a second skin, shifting with each breath, teasing at the power beneath. It radiated something primal, something dangerously irresistible.

The tendrils, still extending from the infinite beyond, pulled her to him. The darkness continued to form, two hands slid over her bare skin with reverent purpose. A soft sheen of sweat glistened across her body. The scent of her arousal, thick and undeniable, filled the air with an intoxicating aroma.

One hand squeezed her delicate throat, thumb pressing hard just beneath her jaw. The entity's piercing gaze lingered, relishing the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain. The other hand drifted lower, gliding over her hardened nipples, pausing to delight in her gasping response before continuing its descent. The hand landed firmly on her now throbbing pussy, pressing through her wetness and halting just as it grazed her clit.

"Beg for it." the shadow breathed deep in her ear.

"Please!" She cried, raw and unashamed. "Take me!"

A sudden, unimaginable pressure against her entrance forced a sharp cry, her body tightening in protest. The tendrils of shadow tightened, locking her in place. Her breath was stolen from the girth that pressed deep inside her.

Pain flickered. Then something changed. It was a fullness she had never imagined, a sensation that unraveled and remade her all at once. Something darker awoke inside her. She bucked and thrust her hips down. As she seated herself fully on the entity's shadow cock, her pussy slowly molded to the immense girth and length of it. When she reached the base, its swollen but soft sack slapped against her perineum. The pleasure was immense, to the very limits of her body, a perfect balance of ecstasy and devastation. And when it withdrew, only to drive into her again, a gasp tore from her lips.

Her head tilted back as an unseen tongue traced across her skin, her body bent, arching into the abyss. A slow, agonizing rhythm built between them, a dance of dominance and surrender, of soft pleas and unrestrained moans.

It filled her. It claimed her.

Darkness sank into her until she was lost, floating in a void of bliss and oblivion. Her breath came in broken, desperate fragments. Every thrust, every teasing drag of shadow against her skin, sent another tremor through her, the tension building. The sensation mercilessly climbed toward devastation. It was too much, too deep, too perfect.

She came in a violent, uncontrollable release, her body convulsed as pleasure tore through her as if struck by lightning. Heat flooded her. Pulsing waves of shadows crashed through her harder. Another convulsion, and another, the being continued to pound her insides until she had nothing left to give.

The temple began to tremble, and time seemed to cease. The fractured pillars around her groaned, cracks splintered through the stone as unseen energy pulsed through the ruins. Darkness surged around her, devouring her. The ground beneath them quaked, the light from the fissures spilled forth like molten fire, and the very foundation of the ruins woke beneath them.

She let out a devastating cry. Power curled around her limbs, sank into her skin, and carved itself into her soul.

She was....