The air grew still and calm as Atropos stood up from the red fake leather chair she had been sitting in. She pulls up her panties and tights. She had been lazily rubbing her clit while watching Izzy and her two coworkers. Her body tingled as Izzy’s unshielded telepathic force washed over her; she can physically feel how badly Izzy is in need and is more than happy to give her what she wants.
Izzy turns and looks at the woman she had forgotten was in the room with her. Her body tenses. She looks around the room to see Clotho and Latchesis holding and whispering as they touch each other, enjoying the warm glow of their orgasm. She feels a flicker of frustration at their refusal to help her cum.
“Well, well, well, it’s just you and me now.” Atropos smirks. “Ready for another round of breast exams, are you?”
Izzy feels put off by this woman; before she was a crazy, old, lazy woman, and now she is darker and colder. Izzy’s fire in her belly was slightly damped out by the unsettling feelings.
Atropos moves to her, whispering in her ear. “Don’t worry, I am here to make you cum.”
Izzy, holding her hands tight to her chest, nods her head in an innocent, shy way. “I—I want to cum,” Izzy whispers.
Atropos pushes Izzy back and climbs in bed next to her, Izzy’s head resting on Lachesis’s leg. while Clotho gently touches her hair in a motherly way. Atropos runs her fingers up Izzy’s leg, brushing her pubic mound.
Izzy jumps and then spreads her legs for the women; her touch is so gentle and erotic. She looks down at Atropos, at the smile on her face, and then she looks into the woman’s eyes. An endless void of sadness of duty and obligation.
Atropos moves her face up and smells Izzy. she tastes her, izzys need turning her on. She moves two fingers to Izzy’s opening and presses slowly, letting them slide inside.
Izzy squeezes her breasts together and arches her back. “Fuck,” she whispers, not expecting it to feel as good as it does. The old woman presses down on the bottom of her vagina and holds her fingers there until Izzy squeezes, then relaxes her fingers, letting Izzy clamp around them, repeating the process over and over.
Izzy imagines Cane’s cock thrusting inside her while Jacob licks her clit. She shivers in delight. Her mind wandered far away from here.
Atropos smirks, holding her barrier up tightly but letting the emotions and feelings from Izzy drift through. She arches her back at the feeling of pleasure. She adds a third finger and presses down harder. “Mmhh yes, you love a hard, thick cock, don’t you?” The older woman slips a hand down to her vagina and rubs her clit slowly.
“I do,” Izzy whimpers. “I do so much.” She blushes, the admission cathartic. She spreads her legs wider as the woman works her magic.
“Mmhh, good. I don’t have one for you, but it’s my job to make you cum.” She moves her second hand up from her own vagina; she slides it across Izzy’s body.
“Where and how I want. I always get to decide,” Atropos says before going back to teasing Izzy’s clit. “Always,” she whispers, the vibrations of her voice transferring into Izzy’s body.
“Soon, make it soon, please,” Izzy begs, her mind still on Cane’s fat knot and how it makes her feel. She groans as the woman syncs up with the pulses of his cock in her fantasy. She realizes something is going on. the lines of reality and fantasy blurring. She can feel Cane’s hot breath on her neck, his teeth resting on her naked shin. She moans, reaching out to touch Cane only to find air.
Atropos focuses on simulating the knot inside Izzy. Her hand moving faster on her own clit, “That’s right, take that knot,” Atropos says, adding another finger. Spreading them out before pressing down and watching as Izzy’s back arches. Atropos can tell it won’t be long if she doesn’t change what she is doing.
Izzy feels the telepathic connection forming. And her mind is flooded with images of her naked, held in the air with powerful hands holding her. A truly massive cock rubbing against her, slowly pressing in. Her body is shaking. “Fuck, it’s too much,” she whimpers.
Atropos tucks her thumb and presses her hand against Izzy’s opening; she can feel the skin is tight. She presses and pulls slowly, being careful not to cause any injuries. “Can’t ruin you now, can we?” she chuckles, her other hand mashing her own clit now.
Izzy feels the giant cock press into her; she imagines it entering her. She cries out into the dark room she is in. “I can’t do it,” she begs. In reality the older woman’s hand has just slipped inside Izzy. The old woman decides now is the time and curls her fingers upward, dragging them across Izzy’s g-spot. The old lady can feel Izzy clamping down on her hand so tight it’s painful for her.
Izzy’s body is wracked with pleasure as her orgasm hits all at once the pressure from inside her inescapable and overwhelming she closes her eyes and hears the voice of atropos “You must. And if you fail…” her words punctuated with the sound of a giant pair of shears cutting through thousands of threads of silk and ending with the sound of them fully closing.
Izzy’s mind is then transported to a wasteland, the rolling sand hills now barren and the Ranch motel sign crushed into the earth. Beyond that in the distance is a giant human figure, naked and moving away, with the dusty wind hiding any detail.
“What?” Izzy whispers as the edges of her vision go dark. She passes out.
A while later, Latchesis, Clotho, and Atropos finish dressing; they cover Izzy in a warm blanket. “It’s up to you now,” Clotho whispers and kisses Izzy’s forehead. Together the fates walk outside into the bright afternoon sun, the darkness and lust that had filled the room flowing outside with them, leaving behind the motel room, normal as ever.
Atropos smiles at Latchesis. “Think we can get a pizza tonight?”
Latchesis puts her hand on the old woman’s shoulders. “Yeah, whatever you want.”
