1. The White Flower


    Date: 1/19/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Drug, Male / Older Female, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Young, Author: JD Snow, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    parts of the Deep Forest, but if you do as I tell you, our way will be paved out for us, and your son will soon be healed.” Genevieve eyed the old crone as she hobbled within her abode, wondering just how much she could trust her, but at last, the fatigue was too much and she succumbed to a deep slumber filled with dreams of a lakeside. ******************************************************************************************************** Genevieve scanned the land around her slowly, searching for a hint of white, but when her efforts led to naught, she continued walking through the thick undergrowth. Morning was no less dull in the Deep Forest. Day had replaced the red sky of the night with a vapid, grey sheet of clouds, and the thick canopy above her allowed the woodlands to retain their shadows. The fog that had lurked between the trees the night before was gone now, but the crone had been right. When Genevieve studied the horizon, she could see nothing more than trees and more trees, large, thick beasts of trees, sprawling up into the large organism that lived and breathed above her with the strength of thousands upon thousands of the crowns of trees. Genevieve stopped again, several yards away from the glade and the lake, her eyes running through dense foliage. Somewhere off to her right, a twig snapped and Genevieve’s head turned sharply, like a doe sensing a hunter. She had run across no wild life throughout the first part of her search, and she intended to keep it ...
    that way. Hilda had given her a list of ingredients she needed to collect in preparation of the liquid that was half of the key to reopening the portal, while the old crone herself had ventured deeper into the woods to gather the root that made up the other portion of the requirements. “I shan’t take you with me, child, no. The Faeries of those parts are wicked, little devils,” Hilda had said to her before they parted. And when Genevieve had protested to being left alone, the goblin woman had raised a finger and shaken it slowly. “If you do not wander away from the lands I hold power in, your safety will be an absolute certainty.” But then the crone had stopped, before leaving her with a parcel of instructions written in ink, her tone turning serious as she drew herself closer to Genevieve. “But heed my words, child. The inhabitants of these parts are terrible beasts that have no inkling of honor and morality as we know it. Trust no one.” Genevieve had wondered if the same applied to the crone herself. After a considerable amount of time, though Genevieve could not tell exactly how long it had been for time seemed to elapse differently in this realm, her leather satchel had practically filled itself with a myriad of herbs, weeds, and plant stems. But the white petal flower, that Hilda had said Genevieve would find on the undergrowth that grew on the border of the woods by the clearing, was still nowhere to be found. And, to exacerbate her situation, Genevieve was certain that ...
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