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

    imps stepped forward, a piece of innards hanging from the corner of his mouth. It scratched its bald head and grinned a fanged smile. “We won’t harm you, little dove. Our fealty binds us to honor our lord. Forgive my companions if they seem rude, they have never crossed over to your lands.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his words as he pointed towards the carcass of the transgressor. The other imps wiped their mouths and circled her. Genevieve understood the threat. She sheathed her blade. It would do her no good against these demons. “Now come. The king is waiting for you.” One of the creatures produced a tiny blade. He pointed it at Genevieve, urging her to follow the imp who now walked into the forest. Genevieve’s hand went to her cheek as she began to walk, expecting to feel the painful gash the dead captor had given her, but her cheek was smooth and there was no blood on her fingers when she examined them. They walked through the forest for most of the afternoon, the imps growing merrier but no less menacing as they neared their lands. They sang songs, vile, perverted rhymes that made Genevieve shudder, and they ate squirrels, crawling up into the trees to hunt them in order to satisfy their seemingly never ending hunger. Genevieve looked back often, examining the trail behind them, trying to picture her way back to the clearing and to Hilda’s house. When the imps hunted, she would look for a direction in which to escape towards. She tried running once, fleeing for ...
    many yards and sliding into a large ditch that had its top thatched over with shrubs and leaning foliage. But the imps had caught up with her in no significant amount of time, tripping her to the ground and laughing at her. By the time they reached their destination, the fog had settled back into the forest, and the red glow of the sky broke occasionally through the leaves of the dense woods. As they advanced through the darkness, the sound of music and laughter began filling the air. Genevieve saw an orange glow, lighting the fog and trees and suddenly they came across a longhouse made of large uncut pines. Lit sconces lined the outer walls of the construction, their flames licking dangerously close to the straw of the roof, and from the light coming from several windows Genevieve could tell that there was a large fire burning on the inside of the place. Without a word, the imps led her to a thick wooden door they pushed open with no regard to whoever might have been on the other side. The place was indeed large. A length of stone steps let up to a crude, wooden throne atop a dais. On either side of the walkway two long tables seated many imps, feasting upon roasted meat, drinking wine from clay cups, and boasting tales of their journeys to the realm of man. They hushed their voices as the four imps led Genevieve towards the throne, and many hopped from their seats and turned to watch the captive who towered over them. Genevieve tried not to make eye contact with any of the ...
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