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

    kitchen. He tiptoed in. A smell like embalming fluid (when was the last time he'd smelled something so vividly in a dream?) polluted the air and an enormous black cauldron sat on of the floor. Whatever was inside seemed to be the source of the stench and unnatural illumination both. Three women stirred the pot, one very young and very fair and the other two much older. The green-white glow of the crackling logs lit up their faces. "We expected you sooner," said the young woman. "That's the problem with young men today. They've no respect for a decent timetable," said the oldest, a woman so hunched and crooked she could barely stand up.” “No respect for anything, although that’s nothing new,” said the third. Charles scratched his head. "Didn’t know I was expected. What's cooking?" "Trouble," said the oldest woman, looking right at him. "That's what men like you do: bring trouble. Although I suppose we're the ones who stir it up, so we've all got our share of the blame. Do you think it’s almost done?” Her partners looked uncertain. “Young man! Be helpful and tell us how this tastes.” She held out a wooden spoon sloshing with the simmering gruel. Charles held up his hands. “I had a big dinner,” he said. “I’ll pass if it’s all the same.” “It’s not all the same,” said the young woman. “All of this is for you.” “You shouldn’t have.” “You wanted it,” said the crone with the spoon. She’d all but backed Charles into a corner. The smell of the concoction made him dizzy. “We’ve been ...
    brewing trouble entirely on your account, so the least you can do is taste it.” Charles wanted to run away. He almost did, but when he turned he discovered Lorelei behind him. She laid a hand on his elbow. "Leave Charles alone," she said. "Don't get smart with us," said one of the women. "Comes sticking his nose in family affairs and thinks nothing of it. I've no sympathy for him at all." "Don't mind them," Lorelei said. "When you get to be their age there's no one left to chide you on your manners. These are my great, great, great aunts: Morgan, Hecate, and Jezibaba." "Um, charmed?" Charles said, which they all seemed to find funny. Lorelei's fingers tightened a bit on his arm. "Why don't you join me in the garden?" she said, guiding him out the back door. He let her push him outside, relieved. “Really, don’t mind them. They’re actually very sweet, in their way.” “What way is that?” “Old.” The yard was full of dark plants, crawling vines of blues and purples and greens so deep they were almost black. A heady smell clung to everything and Charles realized it was the same scent as Lorelei's perfume. She trailed her fingers along the petals of a purple flower on a particularly thorny bush. Charles couldn't take his eyes off her. She wore a very revealing black dress. Around her neck hung something that looked like a silver bird's foot, which was actually very fetching. "Do you like my garden? Some of these plants I've tended since Devi and I were just little girls." "It's very ...
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