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.
supernatural horror thriller Lust
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Characters:
Nathan Summers- A 23-year old Caucasian aspiring FBI agent just hired few days. His height is 5'7 with androgynous face and built. He is kind, optimistic, a bit of introverted, techy, and smart
Luke Copeland - A 23-year old black american who is the son of Kevin Copeland and nephew of Marcus Copeland, the two famous fbi agents who previously disguised themselves as "white chicks", the Wilson sisters, to protect the real wilson sisters from evil socialites. He has happy go lucky, chick magnet, a bit perverted personality with a family problem.
Arabella "Bella" Montclair - A 19 year-old European Heiress who studies in New York University. A beautiful brunette 5'6 with busty and slim features. She has wears skimpy and chick outfits with kind of mean girl personality.
Allison Crawford - A 19 year-old american white girl from New York rockland counties with middle-class family. She has height of 5'10, athletic, gutsy, tomboyish but pretty. She is blonde woman with athetlic built but with model figure.
The story is about Nathan who just hired in fbi and his first mission is to protect the Belgian heiress, arabella montclair, by disguising replacing her and disguising himself as her in New York University. Luke Copeland will help Nathan do his mission by replacing a female student Allison Crawford. The heiress is targeted by shadowy socialites from europe due to her parents involvment in Belgium politics. The FBI is tasked by the the US government to protect the heiress due to the Belgian monarchy deal with the US government.
This novel has lots of humour, with few action scenes, a bit of drama, with mature contents, and more of sexual and racial jokes.
Chapter 1
Nathan Summers’s first thought upon entering the FBI’s New York Field Office was that he had, tragically, dressed as the concept of Anxiety for Halloween. His suit—purchased in a panic the night before from a store that smelled of despair and weak coffee—had all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag. It creaked when he breathed.
The security desk was manned by a man who looked like he’d been carved from a single block of skepticism. His nametag read ‘Officer Briggs.’ His a…
All characters are above 18 years old...
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The basement smelled of damp earth and forgotten things, a musty scent that clung to Aaron's nostrils as he descended the creaking wooden stairs. It was late August, and the oppressive heat of summer had finally begun to give way to the crisp promise of autumn. In just three days, Aaron would be starting his sophomore year at Northwood High, a prospect that filled him with equal parts dread and anticipation.
"Looking for treasure?" called Jim fro…
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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Gary
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 …
So imagine my surprise on learning that my friend from college was one of them.
I cannot stress enough just how ordinary my day had been before I found out. As ordinary - I had assumed - it had been for everyone else on the planet. And I guess in a way, it was still ordinary, just a different kind of ordinary.
There’s a girl I like to sit next to in college: We only see each other twice a week for the units we have in common, but we always sit together when we see each other. At the time, I had no idea what Stella saw in me, but she was astronomically cute and liked dress…
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…
But I'm not in any real danger: It's only make-believe.
I can’t stop thinking about the tent, the fortune teller, and the overwhelming euphoria of surrendering my body to the spirit world. Not really, of course: none of it’s real. It’s only make-believe. But the thrill is very real.
Just the memory makes me itch. Am I addicted? Is this an addiction? It must be. From my cubicle, I look at the clock. I don’t know why: Even when the work day ends, I’m only going home. It’s not Friday. It’s not time to return. Not time for her to speak the words and pu…
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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.
Late at night, Damian suddenly visited Cassandra's apartment. Using a footnote in her thesis as an excuse, he calmly and precisely inquired whether she had personally experienced that low-frequency scraping sound, pointing out the specific moment she lost control. Cassandra desperately tried to remain sane, but the intertwined physical reactions and unbearable shame nearly drove her to a breakdown.
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...