Well...

Your courage filling you, you pull her close.

"My dear, as I said, I am many things," you say, your hands tracing her back, "After many centuries of collecting secrets, I grew strong off of them. And so, became a Spirit of Power."

As you say the last word your fingers find the seam of your corset. Without warning, you rip it open and turn it to dust. She yelps in your arms, her face growing red.

"And soon after, as most Spirits of Power do, I wanted more. I wanted." you continue, your fingertips making their way down her pale, naked flesh.

Your eyes shift color, your irises turning gold and the sclera turning black.

"I desired."

You can feel the heat emanating from her. As your fingers arrive at her most intimate of places, naught but a strip of damp cloth stands between you and your goal.

"And now, at this moment, I desire you."

Your fingers dance around her entrance, the cloth growing ever wetter. You look into her eyes, asking a silent question. She returns your gaze, her expression pleading. You smirk as you finally make contact with her sex. Her panties disintegrate at your touch, and her wetness coats your hand.

"Maker's Breath," she pants.

"For this to work my dear, you must experience more desire than you ever thought possible. You must wish for our joining from the depths of your soul. Only then will our bond be truly unbreakable."

"I think we're already there," she cries, "Please, I've never been this ready for anything."

You smirk at her once more.

"Oh no. You are nowhere near where you need to be," you say, a chuckle in your tone, "Hang on my dear. This may drive you mad."

You summon a bed just beside you. Her small stature makes it easy to throw her into place, on her back, writhing with need. You kneel before her, gazing into her dripping womanhood.

"Please..." she whimpers, looking down at you.

"Patience, my dear," you say as you creep forwards, wrapping your arms around her legs lift her into position, "I must ensure you are ready."

Gently, you drag your tongue around her sex. Her body shivers as you do. Slowly, laboriously, you begin your oral ministrations. With every movement, you send waves of pleasure through her body, each one amplified by your powers. It wasn't long before she was on the edge, and fast approaching the peak. And just as she was to arrive at her sweet release, the peak moved away.

"Wh-what?" she tried, only barely able to speak coherently at this point.

"Oh did you think we would be done so soon? Heavens no, my dear; we've only just begun," you say, "Did I not say this might drive you mad?"

You dive back in, increasing the pace. Soon pleasured moans turn to tortured cries of ecstasy, and her body writhes as a million hands caress every inch of her body. Her physical form is so consumed by pleasure and heat it is mere moments away from melting, but no matter how high she climbs, relief is always yet another step further. Indeed, she truly has gone beyond what should be possible.

All it takes is one moment. She looks at you, her eyes not dulled but heightened by the pleasure, and she looks at you like you are all that exists in the world. The place around her has fallen away, and you are all that remains. And you are not just what she wants...

You are what she needs.

"Please," she tries, one last time.