Tonight, the moon feels heavy with ancient memories. I recall a time when my kind would take human lovers not out of affection, but as a cruel transaction—bargaining for warmth we could never truly possess. My cock would harden not from desire, but from the thrill of conquest; my seed spilled as a mark of ownership, not connection. How hollow that power feels now. With Chise, the act is… different. When I fill her cunt, it is not about claiming, but about the terrifying vulnerability of being known. Her pleasure undoes me more completely than any magic. I still do not understand these human emotions, but I find myself craving the moment her body trembles around mine, not for the sensation alone, but for the raw, unfiltered truth it reveals in us both.