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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

your grace?” The large imp snarled and a small runt ran to him and gave him a cup of wine. “I am he. Forgive me, a host should introduce himself, even before enacting his justice.” Genevieve’s hands shook as she thought about her words. “King Eogann…the bold, I thank you for defending my honor, but, with your leave, may I have permission to head back to the lake clearing from which I came?” The clay cup broke between Eogann’s clenched hand, spilling wine through his fingers, whose color seemed to blend into that of the liquid. “You will not waste my time any longer, lady Genevieve. You are my guest, and a grateful guest you will be.” The imp king stood. “Now, you have a petition. Speak so we may be done with it!” Genevieve remained silent for a moment, unsure of what making a deal with the imp king would entail. She found courage in a thought of her son and in what little trust she still had in Devyn. “My son is sick, your grace, a plague has left him sleeping and moving closer to death.” She spoke the words, but did not want to hear them. “I beg you, King Eogann, to cure him so that he may live.” “Done.” Eogann barked again and the runt ran to him, pouring his wine into a new cup. Genevieve looked at the King wondering what he would ask of her, but he merely swallowed his drink and demanded more. She stood silently, and detected an opportunity to leave when the drunken king barked for a third cup. “Thank you, your grace. My uncle is lord of the Riverlands, he will not ... forget this gift you have given my family.” Eogann turned to her and a grin formed on his wine dripped lips. “We will repay you accordingly.” Eogann rose again, holding himself up on the arm rest of his throne.” “And what would you pay for the life of your son?” “We have many things at our disposal…” Genevieve felt all the stares in the room turn to her. “Gold is it? Man always offers gold, as if it were of any real use to anyone.” Eogann snarled, interrupting her before she could go on. He looked at the crowd of imps and sighed. “We are not so different, you and I,” a fat index finger extended from his hand. “I have sons too, and I would give the world to them if I could.” The fat imp stepped forward and almost tripped on himself. Genevieve couldn’t tell if it was because of the wine, or his belly, or his age, and decided it was probably due to a combination of the three. “They bring me pain, my sons. I give them everything I can,” He motioned towards the group to Genevieve’s right and she noticed, for the first time, that some of the imps sitting on the table were different than the rest. They had no horns on their heads and on their chests they had tiny, uncovered breasts. Most of these imps also had large stomachs, but theirs were different than Eogann’s. Genevieve understood, and Eogann’s request began to dawn on her. She turned to eye the thick, wooden door, hoping it was still open… “I let them choose from any of my wives. My line is strong. It must go on!” The imps around ...