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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
why does it matter?” The lady asked, truly curious. The goblin woman added a dash of some pungent ingredient to her soup and put a lid on it before turning to sit on a chair. “And, I do not wish to question you…er…my lady," Genevieve continued, "but why did you take me in?” The goblin sat silently, old rheumy eyes fixated on some distant point as she reminisced. But, at last, she explained herself, her wrinkled face lighting up proudly as she began. “I am no lady, child. I am Hilda of the East Bank! The goblins of the Stones answer to me in these parts, and the centaurs seek my guidance when their young fall into illness. The Waers honor my territory and do not hunt unless I allow them to, and even the imps, those wretched creatures, must admit that not much goes on in these woods that I am not aware of.” The crone’s gaze fell and the fire’s light flickered once again. “But it was not always so. I was a woman once, like you, yes, much like you. A pretty lady making men swoon even well into my years.” Silence took the air again, leaving only the boiling pot’s contents to fill the void with their bubbling. A bony, green hand, twisted with swollen joints, rubbed the crone’s chin as she recalled her past. “I will not waste time, for time is precious even here, telling you about my fall from grace, child. But know this…” Hilda raised a finger and pointed it at Genevieve. “I miss my home and life on the other side, and you are the key to our escape from this dark land!” Hilda ...