She had a secret a hunger she barely understood a shadow passing over the forest path a whisper of unspoken desire luring her deeper into the unknown. The forest itself seemed to pulsate with a erotic energy a lure of unleashed pleasure a compelling force pulling her nearer to her true self. Her skin tingled with anticipation as the limits of reality began to dissolve her mortal coil shed like an old skin the realm around her twisting to her will. A rumbling craving resonated within her a primal urge that insisted on fulfillment a need to engulf everything in her path her lust a burning blaze that promised to devour all. The air heavy with magic her senses heightened as she embraced her true form a predator in the dark her target ignorant of the peril that loomed. She reached out with phantom hands drawing her victim into her embrace a delicious tremble as they became one their spirit mingling with her self. The process was gradual and exquisite each swallow a revelation of might and ecstasy her frame expanding with each fresh addition a divine fulfillment of her dark desire. Now full and radiant with satisfaction she rested her hunger momentarily appeased the consequence a testament to her power and unyielding will. But the hunger would return as it always did a cyclical need for further absorption a never-ending banquet for her insatiable appetite. She pondered her subsequent meal her eyes scanning the skyline for fresh targets her mind already plotting her upcoming conquest. A faint scent of humanity drifted on the breeze a tantalizing allure to her senses drawing her ever closer to the source of the fragrance. She found her quarry bathing in a secluded sylvan brook their form shimmering under the lunar glow a perfect sacrifice for her ravenous maw. Her figure obscured as she approached a specter in the darkness her being unfelt until it was much too late the air fizzing with unseen power. With a rapid and noiseless movement she enveloped her prey in her fold a choke of surprise quickly stilled the resistance pointless against her overwhelming might. She savored the feeling of their body gliding down her gullet a warm weight in her belly the flavor of victory sweet on her tongue. The remains of their essence persisted within her a faint whisper of their existence a prize of her victory in the recesses of her soul. She grinned a knowing grin the night her confidante her might absolute the woods her arena for unleashed passion. The orb of night beheld her dark deeds her silhouette dancing in the pale glow a mute evidence to her unending hunger. Another meal another soul engulfed her contentment fleeting yet deep the cycle uninterrupted her power growing with each victory. She lived for these instances of absolute domination for the excitement of assimilation her desire a compelling power in a universe of unending appetite.