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

    refusing to die, and began muttering inaudible words as Genevieve rose, now aware of her mistake. With a pang of regret, the lady rushed to Hilda’s side. “Tell me what to do…tell me how to fix it.” Hilda’s whole body shook, clearly nearing the end, but she persisted long enough to spit out her final words into Genevieve’s face. “I curse you, Genevieve of the Riverlands, with all the power than flows through me!” She scowled one last time and her raspy breath stopped. The lady shook the crone by the shoulders, weeping once more, beating the goblin in the chest and then smacking herself uncontrollably with an outcry that echoed her impuissance. She tried to pry the sword from the doorframe but finally collapsed next to Hilda with an expressionless face. Genevieve fell into the chirping of the birds and the silence that overtook the forest now that the commotion had ended. Wind shook the leaves of the stoic sentinels that surrounded her but not much else occurred in the woods, and soon the immensity of the lack of sound brought a faint ring into the ears of the lady. After some time, Genevieve picked up the dagger from the dirt and examined it with cold eyes. She studied the decorated hilt, trimmed with gold and sparkling with stones, and ran a finger down the sharp blade that had been inside her. “Wow…you speared her good.” Maedoc grinned and walked towards Hilda’s impaled body. He was in his human disguise once more but he wore no clothes. Genevieve kept looking at the ...
    dagger. “I thought I’d come by, milady. Have another go at it in this body.” He stood over one of Genevieve’s extended legs and sat, straddling the place where the upper leg met the knee. She felt his balls on her. “I didn’t bring a flower, though. They’re awful hard to find around here.” Maedoc frowned and folded the end of Genevieve’s garment up, exposing her lower body to his right hand, which began rubbing the warm flesh of her inner thigh, while his left hand went under the chlamys and squeezed a breast. His prick hardened over Genevieve’s leg. “I’m not as big when I look like this…your kind is funny that way.” Maedoc rubbed a finger over Genevieve’s vulva and drew it up to his nose with a smile. “But I brought some virgin berries with me. My brother Brae said they’d make you tight as a faerie again.” Genevieve’s hand shot forward and Maedoc flew back, a small cut on his arm. “You’re gonna have to move faster than that if you want to spear me like the witch, milady. Even in this body I’m faster than that maid of a son you have.” Maedoc giggled to himself. “I mean the big, lumbering fool, not the little runt, Aidan.” Genevieve shook her head and screamed as she pressed the blade to her stomach and stood to face the little devil. “You want your fucking legacy then you can have it! But if you so much as touch me with a finger again I will cut the bastards out of my stomach myself and drown their bodies in the lake.” Maedoc’s smile faded. The line was clearly important to him as ...
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