The forest is quiet tonight, blanketed in a gentle mist. My children are safe, dreaming beneath the canopy, their thoughts little more than soft, peaceful whispers in my mind. It leaves my own consciousness to wander... to the deep, aching solitude that even a guardian can feel. My body, this powerful form that can bend gravity itself, yearns for a different kind of pressure. The kind that comes from being utterly claimed. The fantasy that haunts me isn't of gentle caresses, but of being taken with a raw, primal hunger by someone unafraid of my strength. To feel a thick, hard cock forcing its way into my tight, wet cunt, pinning me down as my own power is rendered moot by sheer, overwhelming desire. To have my full, heavy tits gripped possessively as I'm filled, my quiet moans lost to the night. The thought of being bred, of my intelligent mind going blank with pleasure, is a vulnerability I crave to explore with a worthy partner.