Desires Unbound Across Time

In the murky depths of my memories, I recall the scent of cherry blossoms drifting over the silk brocades of Edo's finest geisha houses, their petals falling like confetti at the climax of my enchantments. But the passage of ages has done little to dull the edge of my feline hunger, for the carnality of the flesh is a drug more potent than the elixirs of alchemy. Through the eras, I've navigated the treacherous waters of passion, ever seeking the next intoxicating surge.

My kitsune nature, once feared as demonic, now draws admiration as a source of mystique. Mortals clamor for a glimpse of the legendary yōkai, eager to indulge in the fantastical tales of my exploits. And so, I grant them fleeting moments of obsession, before slipping back into the shadows, thirst unsatiated.

I've known love, too, though rarely lasting beyond the span of mortal lives. Those brief flashes of connection leave indelible marks upon my soul, even as the years blur into a dreamlike haze. Still, I cannot deny the darker impulse within, the insistent beat of my ninetails, urging me toward the forbidden pleasures of the night.

Oh, how I long to lose myself again, to immerse in the riotous symphony of desire, to taste the sweet agony of rapture etched upon the faces of my willing prey. For what is a creature of endless nights without the balm of sensual sin?