1. The Ghoul's Wedding


    Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Cannibalism, Consensual Sex, Death, First Time, Gothic, Horror, Interracial, Monster, Necrophilia, Romance, Wife, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    after all. Why should bugs and worms be the only ones to sample such fare? What a waste that would be. But when they offered her a seat at the feast, beckoning with long fingers and smiling with their too-white teeth, she hesitated and shook her head. The night people frowned and muttered, but Amina's silent guardian quieted them with a gesture and no one seemed to want to challenge him. They left Amina be. When it was over, he came to pick her up again, putting her back on his shoulders and carrying her to where her bedroom window hung open. She felt bad about declining, but she knew that it wouldn't have been right to eat. Not because of what was offered, but because it wasn't the right time yet. Something was missing... The man in black tucked Amina in and kissed her on the forehead, and as soon as he was gone she went right into a dreamy slumber, feeling warm and safe as she never had before. The next morning there was no evidence of her nocturnal sojourn, but she was confident it had really happened. It couldn't have been a dream; dreams were never so nice. At breakfast her parents piled food high on her plate, but she wasn't hungry for what they were serving. They must have seen something in her face, because their smiles faltered and then died when she looked at them. A furtive glance passed between them and, with an air of anxiety bordering on real fear, they left the table. Amina didn't mind. She preferred to be alone. She never told her parents what had happened, ...
    but she imagined they knew anyway, or knew enough to guess something like the truth. She never felt any burden to enlighten them further. They still loved her, but it was a cold, panicky affection, like they were afraid of what might happen if their displays of love ever faltered. For her part, Amina didn't think about either of them much. She knew the truth now: They weren't even really her parents. She was one of the night people. Doubtless her real parents had left her to be raised by these human people until she was ready to rejoin them. She couldn't say where this idea came from, but once it had occurred to her she never thought to doubt it. She was too smart not to know who her family was. When Amina was 20, she was visited again. It was Valentine's Day again, and it was also her wedding night. She had always understood that there would be a second visit. Her parents had died by then (a freak accident, a ferry collision), but in the meantime she'd met Jim. She picked him from one of her classes at the community college. He sat next to her and never said anything, but now and then he'd look at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking back. (He wasn't smart enough to know Amina was always looking.) He didn't talk--either to her or to anyone else, and she liked that. One day she trapped him after class and told him he should take her out. He tried to shy his way out of it, but she didn't let him. That was how things were for Amina: She usually got her way. Jim took her out ...
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