1. The White Flower and the Imp


    Date: 7/2/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cruelty, Drug, Male / Older Female, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Author: JonSnow57, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    allowing their nasal breathing to disturb Genevieve with the sheer number of them all. “So,” the king started with a gruff voice that beseemed his fat body, “You are the one that Devyn sent.” His eyes examined her, and Genevieve remembered her manners, even amidst all the horror. She bowed awkwardly, never having properly learned to curtsy, and realized the formality was not quite suitable for the occasion when the four imps beside her snickered. “Quiet,” his voice boomed and her captors sunk into their shoulders. “Did they do this to you?” The king looked at Genevieve, noticing her partially torn dress and the mud caked on it. She gave him a little nod. “Speak up!” “Yes!” Genevieve exclaimed, almost falling into a cry when she said it. She held tears back with all her strength, and felt like a scared child. The king stood from his seat and nodded at the crowd of imps to Genevieve’s left. When they noticed their king’s gesture, they smiled and bared their sharpened teeth. Genevieve turned to them, certain they were about to attack her, but the imps pulled her four protesting captors into the crowd instead. A spray of blood flew up into the air and Genevieve averted her eyes as the four imps were dragged back to the table, the feast continuing on one side of Eogann’s hall. “I spent a considerable amount of time in your lands when I was younger. My sons have inherited the same curiosity and appreciation I have for that place,” Eogann waved Genevieve over and she approached ...
    the dais, pleased by the justice the imps had received. “But I’m afraid that most of my subjects have never even been through a great lake. They are less inclined to follow the foreign customs of proper manners.” He turned to the feasting table and laughed. “There are other lakes, your grace?” Genevieve glanced at the table when one final scream echoed through the hall. Eogann seemed pleased with the term. He nodded, chins jiggling with his belly. “Why yes, lady Genevieve, but only in other parts of the forest.” Genevieve felt more at ease, thinking perhaps, that Devyn hadn’t sent her into a complete hell. “You took long coming to me. It’s why I had to put out the word to the other curs of the forest." The imp king pointed at the feasting imps. "I see now it was not that big of a mistake. “ Genevieve was somewhat satisfied with the cruelty. “You are King Eogann, your grace?” The large imp snarled and a small runt ran to him and gave him a cup of wine. “I am he. Forgive me. A host should properly introduce himself. Even before enacting his justice.” Genevieve’s hands shook as she thought about her words. “King Eogann…the bold, I thank you for defending my honor, but, with your leave, may I have permission to head back to the clearing from which I came?” The clay cup broke between Eogann’s clenched hand, spilling wine through his fingers, whose color seemed to blend into that of the liquid. “You will not waste my time any longer, lady Genevieve. You are my guest, and a grateful ...
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