1. 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

    get technical, there wasn’t quite an, um, resolution, you could say. Not for lack of trying, mind you. The spirit was willing, but the body…” The Family literally howled with laughter. Lorelei’s triumphant smile made him want to fall through the floor. Devanie jumped back in: “But she only had him in a dream. With me it was real. My claim is stronger.” This seemed to stump the Family, one and all. (Except for Aunt Keziah, who declared that in her opinion Charles wasn’t really worth the trouble and Mrs. Darcie’s pie option seemed best in her mind). It was Uncle Einar who first touched on the solution: “To Great, Great, Great Grandmother! She’ll break the tie!” A chorus of huzzahs went up. Charles found himself pulled and prodded and hustled along from every direction. They seemed to be taking him outside. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Don’t I get a say in this?” “My dear boy: I’ve grown very fond of you in a short period of time, but you really are about as sharp as a bowling ball.” It was Ruthven. He put his arm around Charles’ shoulders and was ushering him along at the center of the mob. “That’s not how things are done in this family. If we say you’re one of us then that’s the way things are.” “And if you say I’m not?” “New blood comes in many forms. But since we have a moment, why don’t you tell me, man to man: If you could choose, which of the two of them would you want? Do remember I’m very fond of my nieces, so be careful what you say.” “Well, Devanie and I…she’s a very ...
    special woman, and we…that is, Lorelei is quite charming and I happen to feel…what I’m trying to say is--” “See? Lucky it’s not up to you. We’d be here all day.” They took him along the old swamp trail, toward the mysterious marker and the family tombs, on eye of dry land, all vine-choked mausoleums and squat headstones with roses and gargoyles carved in. The miasma of decay made Charles gag. The live oaks looked like twisted, grasping hands. When they passed the first mausoleum Charles was not surprised to see movement at its gate: After all, the entire family was coming to the reunion, right? Rusty old gates creaked and faded stone markers moved as gray hands slowly but surely dug out of the mud. The mob became larger. Then they came to the largest, oldest tomb of all, and Uncle Einar unlocked it with an ancient key from around his neck, and when he went inside everyone (Charles included) hushed and held their breath. At first it was difficult to recognize the thing he brought out. It was so shrunken and warped that it looked like a bundle of old rags. But soon Charles recognized it for what it was: brown bones, brittle as a bird’s, wrapped in roll after roll of ancient linen, a shrunken, wizened, skeletal face the only thing left exposed. They called her Great, Great, Great Grandmother, but those Egyptian cerements suggested that she was a thousand times greater than that, the first and greatest of the Family, to whom all bowed in respect. Uncle Einar whispered in Oldest ...
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