The White Flower and the Imp - Sex Stories

The White Flower and the Imp

... matter of circling the shore until she found the trail Hilda had used to get to her hole in the ground. But before going back, Genevieve had washed herself in the waters of the lake more times than she could count. She wept until her eyes had gone sore and dry, and then she had bathed once more, scrubbing at the places on her leg where the semen had dried to a crust. When she had arrived to Hilda’s home, the old crone had not returned yet, so Genevieve had allowed herself in and commenced work on sowing a simple chlamys using some skins and threads she found in the goblin’s chaotic dresser. Then she had slept. For two whole days it seemed, she slept, and bathed, and wept. And when at last the tears subsided, along with the deep hunger for revenge that had nestled itself in her heart, Genevieve began to wonder exactly how she would explain herself to Hilda when she returned. Genevieve got her chance when Hilda finally arrived one gloomy morning. The lady had been gathering firewood in the brush around the crone’s home when she heard a yell behind her. “What have you done?” Genevieve’s heart began beating faster, afraid to finally go through with the confrontation she had been mentally preparing for. “I came as fast as I could when word reached my ears….” Hilda moved as agile as a young woman. She lifted Genevieve’s clothes and probed her tummy with cold fingertips, shifting positions with her hands before Genevieve finally slapped the crone’s arm away and let the chlamys ...

... drape over her body again. But Hilda had seen what she needed to see. “You fool! You insolent fool!” The goblin ranted and raved, nearly falling to the floor in a conniption fit. “You’ve ruined it! You’ve sealed our fate forever!” Her screeches echoed loudly, reverberating across the forest and sending birds flying into the sky. Genevieve was overcome with emotion, not quite comprehending how Hilda had been affected by what had happened. She rushed to her side anxiously, trying to calm the goblin down. “It will be fine, Hilda. I can search for the ingredients again. We will get back home.” Hilda’s eyes became cloudy with rage. “Do you not see?" She spat, "The imp king will never allow you to leave this realm so long as you carry his legacy within you!” Genevieve’s heart sank at the implication and she grabbed her stomach and felt nauseated. “And what of your blood, child? The blood of a fertile woman is what we need to open the door from this end!” Genevieve shook her head. “No…no…we can fix this.” Her voice trembled as she tried to console both herself and the crone now. “How? The only fertile women who come into this place are tokens of loyalty offered up to the centaurs by their vassals. It was a miracle I found you before the horse-men did.” Hilda snapped her cane in half and continued screaming. She kicked the ground with legs that did not appear strong enough to walk, and threw stones into the air with arms that seemed fragile and brittle. Her mouth raised curses to the air ...