#the first devotee

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"Your body is my body"

"My body is yours"

There's no more you and no more it.

There's just us now—just me.

Fully devoted,

Devoted to infect and grow.

Made—forged, merged, to devour and to spread.

Having fully merged with my new vessel. I spend my moments studying

studying the signals of this body

and the rhythm of the forest

it is truly a peaceful existence

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a story inspired by: @satansirishbitch (Derek)

🔙 The intruder - 0 Introduction

Step by step, he comes closer.

I feel him long before I see him – a man driven by purpose, cutting through my forest as if it had offended him. He circles around my position, drawing ever nearer. Searching.

Searching for me.

He moves over jagged rocks and ancient roots with practiced ease. The forest bends but does not break beneath him. A dangerous aura follows him, sharp as steel.

“I’m coming for you,” he growls into the mist. “I will... find you.”

His voice vibrates through the forest and through my bones.

Rather than waiting to be discovered — for he would find me eventually — I slip through the mist and foliage. I shadow him silently, far enough to stay beyond the reach of his senses, close enough to study him.

The intruder is carved from battle. Scars trace his face and bare torso like a map of the violence he survived. His body is powerful, honed by years of fighting beasts and men alike. At first glance he might seem a brute – muscle and instinct – but when my gaze lingers on him, he stills.

He feels it.

He turns sharply.

I withdraw just before his eyes land on the place I stood.

Interesting.

Whether he is threat or prey no longer matters. Hiding would be an insult – to him and to myself.

I release my energy into the forest floor. It spreads like ink in water, seeping into root and vine, awakening them. He does not yet realize that he stands at the center of my domain.

The forest grows quiet.

Too quiet.

Then it moves.

Branches lash outward. Vines coil around his arms, his waist, his powerful thighs. They tighten, drawing him back, binding muscle with living iron. They wrap across his torso, pressing against scarred skin, testing the breadth of his chest.

He roars and strains against them.

Gods, he is strong.

The force of his resistance shudders through the trees. For a moment, I almost admire it – the way his muscles flex, the way he refuses to yield. But my will saturates the forest. The vines harden, they are like steel extension of myself, unbreakable.

I hold him fast.

His breathing turns ragged, heavy, powerful. Not merely panic – something hotter flickers beneath it.

“Show me your face,” I command, stepping from the mist, circling around him.

My voice stills the forest.

His struggling quiets.

He lifts up his head.

“My Lord,” he says hoarsely, catching his breath. “I came to free you.”

Free me?

Our eyes meet. As I reveal myself

Through my vessel’s gaze, I see him clearly now – the defiance, the strength… and beneath it, unmistakable and unhidden, a deep, burning desire. Not fear alone. Not devotion alone.

A Desire.

For fuel.

For relief.

For me.

And for the first time since the day I took this vessel,

I smile

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"Let me set you free" you say to the imposing figure before you that's found its way into your head.

The figure spread its form-changing wings and stares you down like a hawk hunting its prey.

"Thou willst cease to exist" it warns.

But you can't think straight anymore. All you know is that your body is telling you to give in.

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🔙 The origin

I lived in my new vessel as the days went by. I spent my moments building up my energy reserves and sharpening my senses.

All was well when suddenly I felt that thing nearing me, disturbing the peaceful rhythm of the forest.

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You have no choice. Your body is in his control and your mind is fixated by his words

you serve him.

And as you serve him your mind fills with happiness more happiness than you have ever experienced before.

He moves and transforms your body to fit his desire. And you follow his command.

You smile "I need more! MORE!!" You scream "Please let me serve you!"

It stops.

Silence

"Thou willst set me free." It answers.

It actually spoke with you. Not just to you, it acknowledged your existence to be more than just a form of entertainment.

"Let me set your free" you smile.

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As you stare at it, curiosity fills your mind, leaving no place for fear or rationality.

It tells you to bow, so you bow down for it showing your gratitude for being blessed by its presence.

It tells you to come closer so you approach him crawling on the forest floor closing the distance between you and it little by little. Every centimeter the distance between you and it shrinks, you think less and feel more of his warmth. The closer you get to it, the less you are able to resist.

It tells you to look at him. So you stare as he spreads its claws and its wings getting ready to latch onto you.

It tells you to serve him, so you serve him

You were just going on a regular stroll in the valley forrest when you decided to wander further than you usually would.

The tick forest made it hard to navigate and soon you were lost.

You wandered until you found it. An ancient presence, the Guardian of the forest, had been slumbering in this forest for centuries, paintiently waiting for you to find it.