Power Broker (N&V 112)

All power is erotic, to one degree or another, and the greater the power, the greater the eroticism. This is why ugly rich men, cruel despots, and the greatest criminals, objectionable in so many ways, still possess a form of attractiveness that is hard for those who don’t have it to understand, and hard for those who see and feel it to resist. As well, being human, these kinds of men are not above using their power for all its worth.

You humans, however, aren’t the only ones who’ve known this use of power through the ages. The oldest, wisest, strongest creatures of legend knew this as well. The sirens, the succubi, the naga, the satyrs, and dragons all used strengths of different kinds to lure men and women. To kill or devour? For sport? No. In this the legends and storytellers lie to you to instill fear and keep you away from us. Rather, we call to you because with all our power, we still need your own fragile strength – to perpetuate the mythic bloodlines into the next ages. To procreate. To mate. Make no mistake, though. It is the power that draws you, like moths to the light. For some it is the power of unearthly beauty – to possess or be possessed by it. For others it is raw power, of nature primal and unrestrained, awesome and terrible that they seek.

It’s why you’re here, despite the counsel and warnings of your people. It’s why you’ve sought me out, and why even though my appearance terrifies you to the point of trembling, I sense your arousal, feel the heat and want within you. You seek, beyond better judgment, a barter – an exchange. You seek the wisdom I can give you, the secrets I’ve gathered for a thousand years. The way of whispering. The way of watching. The way of commanding without a word, the way of strength that does not rely on muscular power. I will grant you all of these things and more for the cradle of my –our– offspring.

Come to me, and do not fear. We each have what the other seeks. Power for you, continuity for me, an exchange that will sustain us both.

Categories: Erotic Fiction, Fantasy, Flash, Monocle, Nightmares & Visions, SupernaturalTags: , , ,

Monocle

I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.

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