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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

her back onto the ground and pinning her arms over her head. She went frantic, kicking and then screaming when she realized the other imps were upon her, holding down her legs and arms. But the largest of the imps was on her, straddling her abdomen, his loin cloth dangerously close to her chest. “You trying to cut my hair, dove? Imps don’t have hair.” The group laughed cruelly. “I ought to teach you some manners.” The imp ran a caressing finger down her cheek, neck, and chest. Genevieve trembled violently. “Please! Please, I have gold…silver…let me go…I can make you the richest imps in the forest.” Her captor smacked her across the face, cutting her cheek and sending blood flying into the ground next to them. He grabbed hold of the hem of her dress that ran across her chest, tearing it and exposing the top portion of her breasts. “I don’t want gold…do any of you dogs want gold?” The imps grumbled and snickered. “But you have a fine set of teats. Look how big they are.” Something stirred behind the imp’s loincloth and Genevieve tried again to squirm to freedom but her efforts were too weak to overpower the creatures. “Yes, they’re probably nice and perky, aren’t they?” “Please…” “How many rats have you mothered, little dove?” The imp reached back and squeezed her mound, rubbing dangerously close to her sex through the fabric of her dress and undergarments. Genevieve moaned, and arched her back. No one had touched her in quite a long time. She protested and cursed the beast and ... he smacked her again with his free hand. “I think she might actually need some virgin berries…” “Wait…wait…” The large imp bared his teeth and turned to his companion. “What is it? You can have your turn when I’m finished.” The other creature shook his head and lifted Genevieve’s blade, showing it to the other imps. “Devyn’s sword.” “That’s not Devyn’s sword. Give it here.” “What would you know? You’ve never even crossed over to the other side.” “That is Devyn’s sword. She’s the one he sent.” The imps barked at each other, some of them relaxing their grips on Genevieve. “I’ve seen it on him. She’s definitely the one he sent.” “So what? We’ll take her to camp when we’re done with her.” “Eogann will have your head, Linor” “Eogann can have my balls.” His hands returned to Genevieve’s chest. The other imps growled. Genevieve crawled towards the sword as the other imps fell upon the large one. She heard his bones cracking and his screams gurgling as the other four broke his bones and tore his throat apart. When she turned around to face them with her sword drawn, she finally realized that running or fighting would be useless. Each devil held a piece of their companion’s body in bloodied hands, gnawing the meat viciously to the bone until only the abdomen and lifeless head remained on the forest floor, face frozen in agony. Genevieve started backing away from the crowd of imps. “I wouldn’t do that…” One of them said. “King Eogann would like to have a word with you.” Another of the ...