F seeking M - Incubus dreams

[Immortal Flame]

I'd like to start something new, something fun.  Looking for someone who will write a decent length, descriptive post.  Willing to try some things, open to non-con elements, fantasy/sci-fi elements, etc.

Would prefer to play through DM system on Elliquiy.  Please DM with inquiries!

Current idea I'd like to play out below.  I like the idea of being able to change it up at a moment's notice with this idea.  Maybe part of the scene is or fantasy, or modern, or demons or bondage or sci-fi or whatever.  Anything goes with this one, because every night can be a new adventure:


In life she was an artist.  She worked from home, in a farmhouse out in the country that had been left to her by a late relative years and years ago.  She was lucky, able to pursue the arts without having to worry about where her next meal came from.  Many days, she spent hours on end in her studio, creating brilliant, life size showpieces on canvas.  But she didn’t only paint, she also sculpted, made pottery.  A thousand and one things, bright and brilliant, that filled her home and graced the homes of many others.

But lately her inspiration had taken a different turn.  She wasn’t sure why her paints turned to passionate splashes of red, and silky, sparkling blues and blacks and purples.  Was it just her loneliness that created the sculpture of two lovers, entwined in a permanent state of forever bliss?

***

He came to her, at night.  When her eyes closed, and slumber took her, he delved into the depths of her dreams.  What was it about her that he could feast, and feast upon her, and still she remained as vital as the first night?  Usually a few nights were all he could claim from a woman, unless he wished to risk her death.  But too many bodies made it hard to sustain himself, and so he refrained.  By this one… Night after night after night he came to slake his hunger.  And each night, each blissful orgasm made him stronger, fueling his powers.

Some nights were quiet, and she barely remembered the softness of hands on her, of his lips, his tongue.  Other nights his hunger was fierce, and he took her by force, held her down and took and took until she begged for release, screaming into the night with the intensity of her pleasure.

Each night a new fantasy, a new playground.  Sometimes she dreamed of being fucked hard in the back of a bar, sometimes it was the end of the world and they faced their last night on earth.  Once, even, she’d dreamt about an alien abduction.  Any and everything, experiences she’d never had in her waking life.  But each night he brought her pleasures untold, and she invigorated him, adding to his powers... and his thirst for her.