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

    shoulders. “You're not wanted here.” “Neither are you.” “Who are you people?” “Children of the land of Gwydion. The faithful of Gwynn ap Nudd. Defenders of the Craig y Ddinas.” A sick feeling turned Megan's stomach over. The children stirred and fretted, as if troubled in their dreams. “Just get out of here,” Megan said. “Leave the children alone.” The woman stood with jerky motions, like a marionette pulled on strings. There was, Megan was sure, a faint luminosity about her, a pale green color, like marsh gas. “This place is ours,” the strange woman said. “We are the lords here. The owners.” Megan held up her rosary. She thrust it at the woman and, as loud as she dared, she said, “Go away!” The shape of the woman jittered, and she made a noise like a goat bleating under the butcher's knife, and then she was gone, leaving only a haze of pale light that shortly faded. Megan waited to see if anything new emerged, but nothing did. The children still slept, like little enchantments. Megan fingered her rosary over each of them again and felt a bit braver. Turning back to the doorway, she saw that Bryn was gone. She closed the window, latching it tight. But when she brushed the curtains aside she saw the hill on the west of the property and the copse of trees at the top, and then she shivered: There were lights all over it. Pale green lights. And as she watched, she realized they were dancing. *** Sunday morning. Megan paced in the study, tugging the cuffs of her sleeves. Peter ...
    was at his account books, silent except for the sound of his pen scratching the page. He looked even more tired now than before he'd left. He'd come back late and put her off several times, and now she waited for him to finish with the books, rehearsing what she wanted to say. Finally he looked up at her. His eyes were very sad. “All right,” he said. and nodded. Megan swallowed. “I know it might not be my place...” “Just get to it.” “Things have happened while you're gone. I'm not really sure how to tell you.” “Megan, I'm not an idiot. I know.” She blinked. “You do?” “This is about the gardener boy. I know he's gone. If you want to follow him, I won't stand in your way. You're both young. I assumed someone would come along...” “Oh! No, nothing like that.” Now Peter blinked. His voice took on an edge of uncertainty. “So you're not...leaving?” Megan took his hand, squeezing his large fingers and kissing the backs of his knuckles, never mind the smell of ink. “Certainly not.” Some color came back into Peter's face. “Ah. Well. I'm pleased.” “But I'm terribly worried about the children. I think it would be better if we moved them back to the city.” “Why?” “This place isn't good for them. And there's something that I...” Her voice quavered. “Peter, if I told you everything you would call me mad, but I'm frightened. There are terrible things here, and I think Flora and Miles are in danger every second. I can't say anything else, but I couldn't keep quiet about it either.” She hung her ...
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