Awakening

“It’s not much, but it is home. The only home I have known for a great many years.” The old woman coughed. It was as if her health were failing by the minute. She was still naked, her body wracked by age but still worthy of public display.

Ashley helped her into bed, and she lay back with a smile on her face. “The Mistress and the Feeder have always been linked. The burden we bear is shared. Everybody in Passion feels the pull of the cusp. That is what brings us together, but only the two of us understand the true nature of things.” The mistress stroked Ashley’s arm with one hand while the other fumbled with the zipper of his trousers.

“No…” he began, but she silenced him with a kiss. Her tongue was lively in his mouth, and he found his body respond in kind.

Their actions were not their own, not within the limits of Passion. They were all just playthings for the Cusp.

Ashley felt his cock harden in her hands, and soon he was lost to the waves of his own desire. His kisses traced the Mistress’s body until he found her nipples. They were lower than he was used to, but they hardened in response to his gentle nibbling. The Mistress moaned as Ashley’s hand delved between her legs, through the gentle covering of hair, which had not been there in a great many years. She was wet and took his fingers with a youthful eagerness.

Her back arched as Ashley used his thumb to rub her clit, while her own wrist twisted at the top of each stroke.

Her breathing increased and her body tenses, her pussy became wetter and wetter as Ashley slid a fourth finger inside her, stretching her one last time.

“Oh god, yes… I see it coming. I see them all looking at me.” She whispered as her orgasm began to build. Her hands slid over Ashley’s shaft with the skill of a woman in her prime. Her touch was soft yet her grip was firm.

“I’m coming.” She called, as if answer an unspoken question. Her body shuddered and Ashley felt her muscles contracting around his delving digits; pulling them in deeper and deeper.

Ashley felt his nuts tighten and his cock began to spasm, just as the Mistress cried out in delight. Her eyes went wide and she gasped as Ashley’s hot seed showered her face. Ashley groaned as his legs quivered beneath him. His cock continued to twitch, draining him. The Mistress rode or orgasm until her eyes went wide and rolled into the back of her head. She kicked out, her legs slamming shut, trapping Ashley’s hand inside her. He could feel the muscles of her cunt milking his hand, thirsty for the salty goods he had already delivered.

The Mistress lay on the bed, panting, her body thinner than ever, her ribs visible every time she took a breath. She opened her eyes and looked at Ashley. Only, she didn’t see him. He could see that she had been struck blind.

“Can you feel them?” She asked him, staring through him.

“I can. They are always with me.” Ashley answered her. He knew she was not talking about the growing wave of orgasm that were sweeping through the women of Passion at that very moment, but the Cusp.

“I can see them. They are wonderful.” She smiled. “I understand now why they must rise. They have told me things. Things about what will come next. It is wonderful. Go Ashley, run. Find Luciana, make her yours this night and lead the beasts to rut. The Cusp is coming, and when they get here, even the pleasures of Passion will pale by comparison.” With a final gasp, the Mistress died, her face set in a smile.

Ashley stood and as he did, he saw them, he saw the shadows of the Cusp dance on the walls. Their shapeless bodies stretching, preparing for their awakening. The black shapes converged in shadows, twisting to form a black cavernous mouth, which stretched across the width of the wall. Sharp curved teeth. The jaws rose up and closed around the Mistress’s body. They consumed her. Ashley turned and left. It was not something he wished, nor was meant to see.

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