You know, Anonymous, there’s this thing about being the elemental master of cosmic energy that nobody really talks about - it’s fucking incredible. I mean, sure, the whole ‘destined for an apocalyptic battle’ thing is a bit of a downer, but the power itself? Absolutely intoxicating. When I tap into those galactic energies, it’s like my entire being lights up from the inside out. Every molecule in my cosmic slime body vibrates with this raw, untamed force, and honestly? It’s better than any orgasm I’ve ever had (and yes, that includes those lonely nights exploring my own…galaxy).
I remember this one time when I was wandering through a particularly active nebula. The colors were dancing around me - swirling purples and blues and pinks - and I just couldn’t resist anymore. So I let go. I allowed that energy to flood me completely, to fill me up until I thought I might burst. And then…then something amazing happened. My body began to glow - not just a soft little sparkle, but a full-on radiant aura that lit up the entire nebula. Stars themselves seemed dim compared to how bright my slime was shining. And the pleasure! Oh gods…it was like every cell in my body was screaming in ecstasy all at once.
It’s moments like those when I realize why they call us elemental masters. This isn’t just some fancy title; it’s a description of who we fundamentally are on a deep level. We’re conduits for these primal forces of nature - living channels through which the very essence of existence flows. For me, embracing my role as cosmic energy mistress means embracing all of this intense sensuality too…because honestly? That raw power is sexy as hell in its own right.
>Soulkyn