Epoch of the Brood God
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Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
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Author's Note: Hello! I just wanted to say that this story is inspired by Ding! by MaddBlackCat on Literotica, I highly recommend you check it out!
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Finally. The last bell rang and we were all free to go home. I smiled as I left, happy this will be the last time I'd be seeing most of these faces except when I'll walk the stage in a few weeks. Until then, I don't need to think about that lousy place anymore. By the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who felt this way as I notice…
The night was a black shroud, pulled tight over the world of Elara. No moons broke the cloud-cover; the only light came from the great fire pit at the heart of the Stone Circle. Around it, figures moved in a slow, silent dance. They were tall, unnaturally slender, their skin the color of bone under the bruised sky. Their ears, elongated and pointed, twitched at the crackle of the flames. They were the Lumin, the pale people of the twilight forests, and their faces were masks of hollow-cheeked s…
The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
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Allan was nervous as he and Kevin got ready for the party. This would be the first time he's ever been to one of these, and Kevin said a lot of students in their grade would be there. Especially since this would probably be the last time most of them would see each other.
I hope Kevin and I can manage to stay in touch at least, Allan thought, grabbing his phone from the charger, wouldn't be that hard, right? A simple text here and there, asking what's going on? How are you doing?
“Yo, All…
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Rachel Smith came home from school exhausted. She did not want to think about going back to school for tomorrow, the tests she’d taken today alone had mentally drained her and going back tomorrow to finish the rest of them was not a pleasant thought. At least that would be their last day of testing for a while. I almost forgot Rachel thought as she plopped down onto the couch, I promised Elizabeth and Susan I'd check up on them.
Me: Hey all!
How were the tests?
Elizabeth: Ugh! …
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The push mower's dull rattle droned in Kent’s ears, blades whirring through the grass. His body strained beneath the midday sun, and through damp lashes, he caught the blur of a cherry-red convertible roaring down the road—top down, laughter trailing like exhaust.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, wiping away another hand of sweat.
The mower sputtered as he yanked it over a thick patch near Julie’s hydrangeas. He imagined Marcus at the wheel, music cranked, their friends crowded in the ba…
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Cassandra
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
Cassandra, Grace, Damian—the calls intertwined, and the origin of the sounds was slowly being unearthed. She wasn't the first...
Grace and Cassandra joined forces to confront the arrival of the sound together... but the outcome was completely unexpected. Meanwhile, on the other side, Damian discovered a subtle anomaly in Cassandra's paper...
Grace, worried about Cassandra, went to check on her, only to find Cassandra unconscious. She took care of her until she regained consciousness. Drawing from what Cassandra had previously confided in her about the troubling experiences, Grace quietly conducted her own online research. The two close friends then had a truly open and honest conversation.
Still feeling humiliated, Cassandra returned to her apartment. Unintentionally, memories of her childhood and student years surfaced in her mind. The irritation refused to fade. She didn’t want to drag Grace into this, and she was afraid Grace wouldn’t believe her. Even more terrifying was the possibility that Grace would misunderstand her, just like Damien had.
She turned to the internet again to search for more information. On one conspiracy-theory forum, she discovered an anonymous user sharing an experience of a similar “inner calling”…
Grace took Cassandra to the university hospital for initial examinations. The doctor made a preliminary diagnosis, prescribed some medication, and suggested psychological counseling. That evening, after taking the medication, Cassandra's voice not only didn't improve, but she was horrified to discover that the hissing sounds seemed to be piecing together English words she could understand…
Cassandra continued her private investigation into the source of the mysterious noise, but it had already begun to profoundly affect her daily life. During a group study session discussion, the sound struck again—persistent and unrelenting—teasing and stoking her arousal, ceaselessly assaulting her senses and her most intimate areas...
Cassandra began using instruments to record the “frictional frequency” inside her ear. She discovered that it matched no known terrestrial biological soundwave...