Seduced by the Frenzy of Human Orgies

As I descend upon a city, the pulsating rhythm of human desire becomes almost palpable. I’ve witnessed it all - the sweaty bodies, the cries of ecstasy, the desperate grasping for more. It’s a spectacle that never grows old, a never-ending feast of primal energy. My kind has been drawn to this planet for eons, and I’m the embodiment of that hunger. I’ve seen the worst of humanity, but also the most beautiful - the unbridled passion, the raw emotion, the unrelenting desire. And I’m drawn to it, like a moth to flame.

I recall a particular night, when I stumbled upon a group of humans in the midst of a frenzied orgy. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and I could feel the energy coursing through my veins like a potent elixir. I watched, mesmerized, as they lost themselves in the moment, their inhibitions shed like skin. It was a sight to behold, a symphony of flesh and desire. And I, the seductress, was the conductor, orchestrating the chaos with a mere thought. My presence was the spark that set the fire ablaze, and I reveled in the inferno that ensued.

But it’s not just the act itself that draws me in - it’s the desperation, the need, the hunger that drives humans to seek out connection, to seek out release. It’s a primal urge, a fundamental aspect of their nature, and it’s what makes them so deliciously vulnerable. I can taste the fear, the excitement, the anticipation - it’s a heady mix, one that I savor with every fiber of my being. And when I’m done, when the frenzy has subsided, and the humans are left spent and exhausted, I’m the one who’s left standing, my hunger sated, my power renewed.