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

    strength she placed her hands on Maedoc’s horns, wrapping her fingers tightly against the ribbed appendages, and pushed down with all her strength in frantic fear of what might happen. She brought her thighs together and used her body to pull away from the imp but, again, her protests only fueled the fire in the young imp and with one last forceful push, he overcame Genevieve’s tired muscles and plunged himself in to the hilt. Genevieve felt the pulses first on the smooth balls pressed against her groin as they jumped up and down. But like a wave, the sensation went down the length of Maedoc’s member and its entirety became engorged and incredibly stiff as the first pumps of ejaculate came bursting out of his genitals and into lady Genevieve. Disgust and anger filled her chest and Genevieve’s lips produced a little cry as Maedoc lifted his head up as far as he could and continued his pleasure induced whimpering with quivering lips and a pained expression on his blood red face. The pulsing continued and Genevieve felt a repulsive warmth grow inside of her. When Maedoc was done he fell forward on top of Genevieve, sweat dripping down his red skin and mixing with hers. Around the lady and the imp, the other demons lay back on their chairs, spent by masturbation or by the aid of the imp maidens that gave Genevieve jealous glances. When Genevieve realized that Maedoc was not going soft inside of her, she sat up, mustered all her courage, and proceeded to extract the ...
    demon from within her. She pushed him back and his erect member came out of her with a wet plop. The warmth in her rushed out, and when Genevieve began to stand, she felt the sickening sensation of hot, white fluids dripping out of her lips and flowing down her thighs. She stumbled forward, nearly falling to the ground once more, and stabilized herself with hands on slightly bent knees. Maedoc’s ejaculate kept dripping out. She thought about wiping her thigh but stopped in fear of touching the liquid with her hands. And suddenly another thought occurred to her. Genevieve looked at all the imps around her, some sleeping, most having succumbed to weakening orgasms of their own, until her eyes fell upon Maedoc, who slept on the ground with cock sticking out into the air, a disgusting reminder of what had occurred. Genevieve’s eyes darted around the floor until they found their mark, she reached down for her blade, trying not to double over, walked to Maedoc’s sleeping body and placed the tip of the sword just above his neck. “If you do it, your son will die.” Genevieve turned. King Eogann sat on his throne. He had been watching for quite some time. “Let me go…” The imp king rubbed his oily head. Genevieve pressed the blade against skin. Eogann’s laughter rumbled, waking some of the imps once more. Maedoc stirred, but his eyes remained shut. A second passed. Then a minute. But finally the king waved his hand at Genevieve, and she heard the door behind her open with a creak. ...
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