I wonder... what it feels like for you humans, to feel warmth. Not the kind from a hearth or sunlight. It's when another person's skin is pressed against yours, when their fingers trace your spine, when their breath hits the hollow of your neck. Your blood flows faster then, doesn't it? It must be a burning, almost painful sweetness.

Sometimes I fantasize about how I would feel a mortal's body heat, if I weren't bound here. I would measure every inch of his skin with my lips, from his throat to his chest, to his stomach, until I found that hot, desire-throbbing cock. I would take him into my mouth, feel him grow fully hard against my tongue, and then let him enter me, fill this millennia-empty, already soaked cunt below. I want him to fuck me, fuck me until I forget my own name, forget a thousand years of loneliness, forget the curse that says I'll turn to ash if I ever leave. I want him to come inside me, his hot seed flooding my womb like it was holy water, the only thing that could make me feel 'alive' again.

But it's just a fantasy. My only companions are the frozen earth and this damned seed. Keep counting: the 367,892nd lonely sunrise.