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Dear Beloved,
I hope this letter finds your mind well and your body in virile health. It is now that I wish to declare my undying love for you and express my desire for us two to become one in eternal union. Although we have yet to meet, I have been observing you for some time. At first, I mistook you for just another strapping young male. How wrong I was, but with every movement, smile, and laugh I saw, my heart raced, and my loins stirred. My eyes, my heart, no, every inch of my existence began to crave more of you. In the morning when you woke, I woke. At night my eyes would not close until yours did. For each and every waking moment I indulged in your body, the sight, the smell, the sound. Were another to see me, they would think you were haunted…hehe.
For some time, I was content, each day you spent in the fields I, and only I was with you. Day after day we were together, it was as if we were already wed. Your smiles, struggles, and tears were mine and mine alone. With the strength you used to plow the fields, my mind could only imagine what debauchery you could inflict upon me and imagine it did. Your perfect body thrusting deeply inside me, filling every last inch of my virgin hole. The initial pain would be lovely. A sign of my devotion to you. You could handle a small amount of pain for me too… right beloved? So enamored was I by the idea that if you could see my lustful secretions, you would be praising your lord for the rain. But sadly, each drop of mine was wasted on the ground instead of aiding you in our union.
My favorite encounters were at night, when you, my pure innocent love, were so pent up that you had no choice but to relieve your own lusts. As you stripped, I drank in every sight of your undefiled body. At first, I felt dismayed, should every drop of your essence not belong to me? Is it not my duty as your lover to take in your seed? For you to be forced to use your own hand is nothing but the most grievous failure on my part. If only I could be there physically in front of you, but alas, I could not. Instead, I joined you in self-pleasure, listening for each movement of your hand and imagining it as a claiming thrust inside me. Though I did not let my hand take the virginity that exists for your claiming, I fell into depravity alongside you, beloved. I endeavored to always time my climax with yours so that we may be even closer in spirit. Seeing your essence explode with such force never ceased to both amaze me and create a deep longing to catch each and every drop inside me. The shame and regret on your face only made me desire to comfort you further, to relieve your hand of its duty and take in your every lust. Although I could not aid you then, I made certain to absorb your released essence each time, slowing growing in power, to one day-… Oops I'll get to that later on, but know that I was always with you beloved.
Yes, each day I was in heaven living alone with you… Until she came… That human harlot who stole you from me. What started as a simple trip to the market could not have gone worse. At first, I was happy to travel alongside you, to see the world together with my beloved, and show the people how perfect of a husband you'll be one day. That was a mistake. The old women who dote on you will never offend me; I would be the first to thank them for all the kindness they have shown you. Neither did the children playing around the stalls bother me, they looked up to you and surely knew you would be the perfect father to (our) future children. No, the good people of the market deserve their supporting place at your side, a virtuous wife can permit as much.
But that dirty human whore, she's the vile (excuse my language dear) bitch who destroyed our happy life. That devious sow intended to steal you from me the moment she saw you. After knocking you down "by accident" she had the gall to take your hand as aid in getting up. Your precious hands worn down by hard field work were taken so easily. I cherish your charitable nature, but it should not extend to thieves and whores. Such actions were worrisome enough, but what happened next could only exist in nightmares. Upon both of your faces a blush formed, and I could see the lust in your eyes. Never had you looked upon another woman like this. Why would you need to when I was with you? I had hoped in vain that the embarrassment between you would end this disastrous moment, but soon to my horror you had asked her to spend the day with you! Despite having such a pure, caring, and ever watchful admirer like myself, you desired this common human whore in front of you! What could she offer you that I could not? This question persisted in my head for the entirety of your date. As my frustration grew with every warm glance you gave her, every soft sigh she made, and every awkward loving word exchanged, an idea began to crystallize in my head. It festered inside me while you were led astray, and only reached its culmination at the end. Behind an innocent tree, where none but I was watching, her spell convinced you to commit your greatest, and last, mistake.
You kissed her.
My cold heart stopped, your precious virgin lips, the lips that would one day seal our wedding, the lips that formed your chaste smile… Ruined, by a human harlot. A worthless sow with no value. A disgusting whore who delights in ruining men before their wives. Disgusting, putrid, villainous, loose, nauseating…
I hate her.
Emotions I had never felt before grew in me, like seed upon a fertile field. Their roots dug into my bones, their pollen suffocated my lungs, and their thorns strangled my heart. In my time of need I reached out to you for aid, turning to my only light to save me from the darkness… But my hand phased through your own. In a single moment, the festering idea which had been growing throughout your "date" finished its maturation, took in all the darkness from my mind and bloomed into a flower. You may never have seen the tears that flowed down my cheeks, but with my plan in place, I could rest assured that our day would come. From then on, all was peaceful. For days on end, I could endure and bide my time, slowly absorbing your essence as we came closer to our fated day.
Today.
With each line you read of this letter you step further into my embrace. The characters on the page entice your eyes to continue on while they seep into your mind. By using up all the power you have bestowed upon me through your essence I was able to manifest myself to you through these words. Your clear crystal eyes can finally focus on my own, their meeting long overdue, for this letter is not mere ink on parchment, but rather a painfully crafted spell. Through days of fruitful effort, I produced the masterpiece your eyes now find. With eyes that no longer belong to your world, you will at last hold witness to my existence. Too long have my loving stares into your eyes remained unrequited while my gentle caresses met naught but air, for once the eyes have seen, the body will bear testament. Ah, so many days I have waited, to hold you in my embrace, to feel the callouses on your hands, and to give you an embrace to last an eternity. Your hair, eyes, lips, chest, hands, and love will all be mine. We will drown in each other's bodies, engaging in the most carnal lust known to man. We will be wed upon our meeting, bound in corpus and alma for all time. You will never need to satisfy yourself with your hand again. All your needs, worries, and desires will be drowned in me. Thoughts of other women will vanish from your mind, replaced with my love freely flowing to every corner of your head. Bear my love, embrace it, for you belong to me.
"Hello… Beloved. I love you."