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

    slid his arms around her from behind. "I'm sure we'll all get along." "It's not that I'm worried about. With the whole family here I want to seem...proper. Like I've really done something with myself. I don't want to just be the flighty little girl they all remember." "Honey, you're going to be the prettiest bride anyone has ever seen. Not a one of those long-lost aunts and uncles will go home thinking anything but that your mama raised a winner." Devanie kissed him and his blood simmered. He glanced at the closed door. "Are they really putting us in the same room? You said they were old-fashioned." "Old-fashioned is one thing, but they know what‘s what. Anyway, it doesn't matter because--" "We're waiting," he said. "Don't think I'd forget it. I just didn't want your folks to get the wrong idea." She patted him playfully on the behind. "Don’t you to get it either." Dinner came. The dining room was long and narrow. The heads of animals, mostly boars, peered from the walls. Mr. Darcie sat at the head of the table, with a little black Bible as part of his settings. Ruthven sat on his right. Charles found himself seated between the two sisters. Wine was open but only Lorelei was drinking. Mrs. Darcie bustled around and served. She'd made enough for twice as many people: meat pies, meaty stews, sandwiches with thick slices of marbled cold cuts, and little meat-filled dumplings that all but popped in his mouth. "Don't be afraid to eat up," Mrs. Darcie said, piling seconds onto ...
    his plate. "It's been so long since I had a big, strong young man to feed." "It's wonderful. What's in these anyhow?" He held up a dumpling on the end of his fork. "If I told you, I'm afraid you wouldn't eat another bite.” She grinned. Charles noticed for the first time that her teeth were stained pink from something. Ruthven ate nothing and refused wine too, regarding Charles over an empty plate. "I do love a wedding," he said. "I remember my own quite vividly." "Which one?" said Lorelei. Devanie gave her sister a dirty look, but Ruthven shrugged. "My brother has had poor luck in the matrimonial vein," Mr. Darcie said. Charles saw that he was reading his Bible with his left hand, running his fingers over the Braille bumps while eating with his right. "How many has it been, Ruthven?" "Four," said Ruthven, sounding bored. "I'm a widower every time, I'm afraid." "He's a lady killer," said Lorelei. Devanie tried to kick her under the table and hit Charles instead. He jumped, and coughed to hide it. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that," he said. "But it's not as bad as Devi has it," Lorelei continued. "She never even gets to the altar. I think it's very sporting of Charles to help give her another go. Maybe third time will be the charm. Although charms have never been your specialty, have they?" "That's enough," Mr. Darcie said. That's all he said, but the words carried such barely restrained anger that the table went utterly quiet. Devanie bit her lip; Mrs. Darcie flinched; Lorelei, ...
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