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

    something was stalking her. It had started out as an irrational inclination, the feeling of impending doom steadily morphing into the sensation of being watched. But as Genevieve had walked further and further away from the land near Hilda’s earth mound, the feelings had proven justified when the sound of scampering feet moving through fallen leaves had begun to trail just behind her. It was a terrible hunter, moving obstreperously enough so that Genevieve had a vague understanding of the distance between herself and whatever it was that was out there. She would turn with her weapon drawn, certain it was right behind her, her arm lunging with force enough to hack into a man, but nothing would be there, and the steel would merely clash into a dense root or split a plant in two. It was out there again, just now, she was certain. Genevieve turned once more, only this time, she caught a glimpse of a red, clawed foot and a hooked tail disappearing behind a tree. And Genevieve ran. Her childhood training and her father’s voice telling her to watch her footing, to carefully measure her steps with calculated tact, were ripped from her mind by the fear of what she had seen and her blind sprint was only interrupted when she tripped on an exposed root and fell against a thick trunk that tore at her dress with its bark. When she steadied herself, Genevieve whirled around with her blade extended and when she was met with the emptiness of the forest, she sheathed her blade quickly and ...
    began running again. Genevieve broke through the line of trees and ran into the shore of the lake, struggling to catch her breath. She faced the woods with her back against the waters, but upon remembering the warm embrace of the doppelganger, she turned to and fro, until the tears welled in her eyes and she fell to her knees and wept. She was lost. The gods were surely punishing her for trying to take the matter of her son’s life into her own hands and going against their will. Wind swept her hair and something landed on the pebbled ground next to her. Genevieve turned and saw the raven cocking its head as it looked at her. She recognized the bird. “I don’t suppose you can get me out of here…” The raven hopped on its skinny legs, moving closer to her. “Just a lift back to that damned goblin’s place.” She wiped a tear off her cheek with the back of a hand. “I don’t weigh too much; it really shouldn’t be a problem.” Genevieve chuckled in spite of her situation. It grew in her chest and she found herself laughing until her nervous giggles turned into a sharp scream when the raven pecked at her leg, drawing a speck of blood. “Damn thing!” She stood and the raven jumped forward again, stabbing her once more, digging is beak into her left shin. Genevieve let out another cry and backed away from the bird that continued to advance towards her, squawking now, and flapping its wings in hostility. She moved towards the forest in fear as the black bird, its wings extended, seemed to grow in ...
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