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American Gothic

Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Male/Female, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

said. "I've just as much a right as anyone." She grabbed Charles' hand. He shook her off, alarmed. "What‘s this all about?" he said. "You were with Lorelei last night," Devanie said. "Don't deny it: I can smell her all over you." Charles scratched his head. "But...that was just a dream?" Awkward silence ensued. Mrs. Darcie shook her head. Devanie fumed. Lorelei smirked. Charles felt a headache coming on. "Wasn't it?" Mrs. Darcie sighed. "Well, nothing to be done now. Devanie, if you don't want him anymore I think I can fit him in the oven. He'd make a decent roast for dinner tonight." "Excuse me?!" "Nobody's eating my fiance," said Devanie. "He's not yours anymore," said Lorelei. "I could get 30 good pies out of him if nobody minds organ meat," said Mrs. Darcie. Charles decided he was still dreaming. It was the only possibility that didn’t make him feel faint. Mr. Darcie had appeared from somewhere, and now he patted Charles on the shoulder in a consoling way. "I'm sorry, my boy," he said. "I like you well enough. But as much as I’d like to help you out of this situation, I'm afraid you're in quite over your head." He took off his dark glasses then. The eyes behind them glowed like red hot coals. Before Charles could scream, a burst of thunder rattled the entire house. Mrs. Darcie jumped up and down with a giddy look. "They're here!" she cried and raced down the stairs. Charles, uncertain what possessed him, went to the window. Outside it was a bleak, gray summer day (the ... solstice, he remembered, the longest day of the year, when witches went abroad), and the wind blew the brittle corpses of leaves in a swirling mess across the yard. In the dark clouds Charles saw black spots that he at first took for some strange precipitation but, as they came closer, he perceived to be figures. One by one, light as rain, people dropped from the sky. Others came along the road or slithered out of the swamp, and some just appeared from nowhere at all. Crones with stringy gray hair landed battered broomsticks or old poles. Owls and bats and buzzards with the faces of women and men turned into men and women who themselves looked very much like owls and bats and buzzards. Some of those who came were a ghastly shade of gray, still dressed in tattered finery from their funerals. Others rode on the backs of wolves or rams or other, even less savory animals. Some were hairy folk from deep in the swamps, with sharp teeth in their mouths and necklaces of even shaper teeth around their necks. And some were hairless and pale and half-blind from too long living underground or even underwater. But some others looked no different from any other man or woman you'd meet on the street, and Charles found them most horrifying of all, walking as they did arm-in-arm with the grotesque parade and calling them brother, sister, or cousin. Lorelei slipped an arm around his waist, propping him up so that he couldn‘t faint. He found enough of his voice to ask, "What are they?" Lorelei ...