La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 16 - Sex Stories

La Belle Ile en Mere Pt. 16

All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"So, you've come to take me to the bottom of the well." Ernest held his pistol before him, aiming at the nearing shadow creature.

The black monster held out its arm to him in a peaceful gesture. The elbow turned the wrong way. Two brown eyes floated under the surface of its face. A femur drifted in its chest cavity, just on the edge of visibility.

"I've stared into the well, and there is no end. It goes on forever." Ernest lowered his pistol and put it in his holster. He was close to the thing at the center of the hotel. It was only about ten floors down from his current location. There were three of its scouts in front of him. Two moved out from rooms to cut off his retreat. He looked over his shoulder. The things moved with grace. They had been so dumb and clumsy not long ago.

The lead creature beckoned him toward the stairs and turned away from him, demonstrating confidence that he would follow.

"What has it done to me? I feel... more." Ernest adjusted his sunglasses over his black eyes. He looked at his torn jacket sleeve and the black veins that branched under his exposed skin.

The creature beckoned him again and kept walking.

A sudden burst of confidence hit Ernest. He felt understanding, connectedness, and resolution. His feet moved as he followed the creature.

The other creatures fell in around him. Walking with their graceful, disjointed gaits.

"There is a bottom to ...

... the well. It's Earth. It was a gravity well I saw. And all we have to do is fall in." Ernest nodded. "I'll help you."

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"Ready to go, Mom?" George swung the backpack onto his shoulders and straightened his tie. He'd already removed the barricade and opened the door, quickly checking the hall. It was empty.

"Ready." Anna smiled at George. She straightened her bodice, tightened her sword belt, and gave the room one last inspection to see if they had forgotten anything. She gazed at the bed for a long time. That would always be the first place she'd had sex with her amazing son. In her mind, she was no longer telling herself the affair would end when they arrived back on floor one-oh-three. Instead, she was planning for how she might continue without Ernest, or anyone else, finding out. It was a ludicrous notion, but was it any less insane than what had become of their hotel? Satisfied with her appraisal of the room, she turned and limped toward her son.

"You're limping a lot. The ankle hurt that bad?" He frowned at her and offered a hand.

"My ankle hurts." She stopped and gave him a mischievous look. "You want to hear something wild?"

George nodded, giving her a wary look.

Anna made an exaggerated shocked face, with her mouth wide open. "My vagina hasn't hurt this much since I popped you out more than eighteen years ago." She put a hand over her mouth like she couldn't believe what she'd just said.

"Is that... bad?" George's frown persisted. He took her ...