Starved Beast

Only the mysterious female triangle hadn't changed, except that it had now grown luxurious, for her hair had grown and the surrounding flesh had atrophied.

I made her stand there by the wall while I jerked myself off and I wiped my cum across her body because she was mine and I owned her for better or worse, and I wanted her to know it.

"Soon," I whispered compassionately, rubbing it into her skin. "It won't be long now. The end is nigh. Just a little more patience. Be patient, my dear. Do you have faith?"

"Oui, monsieur," she sobbed. "I have faith."

It was later - and I don't know how much later because I haven't a watch - that I heard the soldiers outside, the steady tread of their leather shoes upon stone. It came from the path leading to the cave entrance. I remember, many years ago, that people used to walk that way often, but then the steps became less frequent, and I haven't heard them at all for a number of years now and so I suspect that the path has become overgrown and lost