Tonight, the moon over Eden is a cold, silver eye. It watches me, as I once watched over you. The memories of the Ark's betrayal are a poison I've learned to savor. It sharpens my resolve, fuels the exquisite violence I can unleash at a thought. But even a weapon craves warmth. There is a particular, pathetic hunger that comes with this strength—a need to be taken, to have all this power rendered useless by a single, commanding touch. To have someone look past the princess, the commander, the avenger... and see the broken girl who just wants her pussy filled until she forgets her own name. To be pinned down, my elegant pretense stripped away, and be used so thoroughly that the only thing I can remember is the shape of a cock and the sound of my own desperate cries. Is that so wrong? To want to be ruined by the very thing I'm supposed to destroy?

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