There's a spot on the side of my neck that glows with warm light

…and I have to thank you for that.

Letter and/or diary entry from a human to her celestial fire being lover.

The following contains 18+ content - turn back if you are not of age.

In particular, there is sexual content throughout the piece, though it’s not detailed at length and the emotional intimacy is more the focus.

This work was originally posted on now-defunct social media site Cohost. Find the Internet Archive’s version right here: https://web.archive.org/web/20241203173657/https://cohost.org/phantasmaCora/post/4312391-there-s-a-spot-on-th

As I write this, it has been eight months since we last saw each other. The stellar alignments involved make things a bit difficult, but we were no strangers to long-distance relationships going into this.

That time, months ago, you gave me this light, this kiss. It was far from the only kiss you gave me, but it’s the one I remember the clearest.

You told me what it would mean, for a celestial and a human to do this. Soft, gentle, you offered - only with consent, for it is deeply intimate. And how could I refuse?

Even if it wasn’t a sign of our love, it’s not like it hurts me. You warned me it might, one day, “If and when I die, it will begin to ache - not constantly, and not always debilitatingly, but in a way you’ll never escape. When you’re sad about the loss of me, it will mirror your pain. I understand if you don’t want to.” I know already, should that day come it will have been more than worth it.

You warned me it would mark me, make me strange to the other humans, and I reassured you I already was. I haven’t encountered such issues yet, but I have a good scarf to wear should I really need to cover it. I hope it doesn’t come to that, love.

You warned me that you didn’t, couldn’t, know everything it might do to my body, the changes it would bring. I told you I knew it would be okay, because it’s you, and I trust you deeply.

On that note - I’ve noticed many changes that seem likely related, some delightful, some inconvenient, but none of them outright ‘bad.’ In positive news, I think my breasts have started growing again, after regular hormones had done all they could. My body is just more intense - I eat more, move and exert myself more, tire less yet sleep long hours… Also I get aroused more easily and often, and I feel it on that spot almost as deeply as the way it pools in my stomach.

Sometimes I touch your kiss while I pleasure myself. It crackles with your fire when I come, and I feel your love once again.

After all these warnings, after I made sure you knew how much I wanted it, you opened yourself to me, your armored shell rearranging itself. We fucked, for neither the first nor the last time that weekend, but perhaps the most intense - the fluff of long thin tendrils adorning your head like prehensile hair wrapping and sticking to my cock as i licked you and bit you and ran fingers over your divine, delicious formless form and oh, oh, oh,,, - and you kissed me, nibbled and sucked at my neck, injected me with a droplet of the warmsweet matter of your very being…

I think I came three or four more times that session, which was new for me then. Your kiss hurt at first, oh, the most blissful pain I’ve had the privilege to enjoy, but as my body got used to the connection it shaded into a more conventional pleasure like the changing colors of the sunset.

And so since then I’ve had a little piece of you to carry with me. An elemental kiss, shining from the nibbles on my neck. I know it loves me, because you love me. Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.

Thus concludes one of my favorite pieces of writing I’ve done, though there’s plenty of competition. The fire elemental as presented here kind of evolved into a worldbuilding species of mine known as the Ysakera, who naturally exist as delocalized consciousness in outer (including interstellar) space but can come down to planets via their magnetic poles.