1. Goblins


    Date: 1/10/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Cheating, Cuckold, Gothic, Horror, Job/Place-of-work, Mature, Monster, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: BlackRonin, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    very wide. “I know,” she said. *** Bryn put the kettle on. Megan stayed close to the stove. It was a warm night, but she felt chilled anyway. For a while neither of them spoke. Bryn looked anxious and held onto the sideboard like it was the only raft in the ocean. “Don't look so trapped,” she said. “Sir Rowland isn't here.” “Someone could still see me.” “You're not a dog. You're allowed in the house.” “People will talk. If they talk to Sir Rowland—” “He already knows about us.” “You told him?!” “No, but he can figure it out on his own. He was young once.” Bryn looked even more uncomfortable. Megan put her hand over his. “Thank you for coming. I can't stand being alone in here anymore but I don't dare leave the children by themselves. They're asleep in the study.” “Why there?” “I certainly wasn't going to put them back in the same room after what Flora told me. I wanted them somewhere where I'm close.” She considered her next words carefully. “This house and these woods, are they...haunted?” “Yes. But not by ghosts, exactly.” “Are they dangerous?” “Oh yes.” “Then we have to leave. Will you help me take the children to town tonight?” “Are you mad? When Sir Rowland comes back—” “I'll take the blame.” “And he'll turn you out, and who'll protect the children then? Mrs. Rhoslyn?” That silenced Megan. She sat at the small table in the servant's kitchen, wringing her hands. The kettle whistled and Bryn poured the steaming water over the leaves. Megan wrapped her hands around the ...
    entire teapot. “You're thinking about this all wrong,” Bryn said. “Let’s say you lived by a river. A river can be a danger, but you don't go running away from it.” “But you might warn children not to play by it.” “And they'll play by it anyway and most likely be fine, just like when you were that age. This is no different. This land all belongs to the hill people. This house was built out of trees from their forests. Its foundations are stones from out of their mountains. My flowers grow from the seeds they planted here a thousand years ago. They come and go as they please.” “You should have told me about all this.” “I did, but you had to see a little of it for yourself to understand. That's the way of things. You're outsiders.” “Sir Rowland's family has owned this land for generations.” “But they've never really lived here until now. It's the living that makes the difference.” Megan drank her tea too fast and burned her mouth. Putting her cup down, she sat on his lap and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. He seemed almost startled but wrapped his arms around her and comforted her as best he could. Then he said, “I have to leave.” She pulled away. “What do you mean?” “I'm going to find work in town.” “I don't understand...” “You told me not to let you hurt me. So I'm not. Tomorrow morning I'll be gone.” “I am not hearing this,” Megan said. “There's no—” “You can't really just be leaving me here in the middle of all this? I need you.” “You need someone ...
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