The White Flower and the Imp - Sex Stories

The White Flower and the Imp

... landed on the pebbled ground next to the lady. Genevieve turned and saw the raven cocking its head as it looked at her. She recognized the bird. “I don’t suppose you can get me out of here…” The raven hopped on its skinny legs, moving closer to her. “Just a lift back to that damned goblin’s place.” She wiped a tear off her cheek with the back of a hand. “I don’t weigh too much; it really shouldn’t be a problem.” Genevieve chuckled in spite of her situation. It grew in her chest and she found herself laughing until her nervous giggles turned into a sharp scream when the raven pecked at her leg, drawing a speck of blood. “Damn thing!” She stood and the raven jumped forward again, stabbing her once more, digging is beak into her left shin. Genevieve let out another cry and backed away from the bird which continued to advance towards her, squawking now, and flapping its wings in hostility. She moved towards the forest in fear as the black bird, its wings extended, seemed to grow in size as it jumped forward, making its hellish noises become more shrill. Genevieve was horrified when the bird swelled in size, its cries now like the screams of a mad woman. When it was half her height, the bird lunged forward and Genevieve fell backwards, tripping over a root and landing on her back on the shrubs of the forest. She looked up at the canopy and at the morose sky beyond it. Genevieve lay there for a while, resigning herself to her fate, but when she finally sat up, she saw that the ...

... bird remained on the shore, cocking its head. She had a feeling it would not let her back into the lake. A sudden wind rustled the dead leaves around Genevieve, but when she realized that the sound was actually that of many feet moving through the forest, she stood and unsheathed her blade, heart beating in her ears once more. Something darted between trees. Another shadow leaped in her periphery. “Who goes there?” Genevieve challenged. Silence lulled for a second. “Show yourselves!” It persisted a few seconds more. “What is it?” A disembodied voice asked. “Move away, move away, let me see.” Another spoke out. Genevieve shook as she heard the tiny voices. Her eyes darted from tree to tree, branch to branch, trying to visualize the beings. “It's just some bitch in white garbs.” A third high-pitched voice came from somewhere above her. “That’s odd, she don’t look like a dog.” One of the beings, a dull sounding fool, commented. With an audible smack, another of the creatures corrected the fool. “Not a dog, you idiot, a bitch.” Several of the beings scuffled around, and when they settled, Genevieve could hear their raspy breaths all around her. “So Brae was right. Someone did make it through.” “Explains why I couldn’t sleep last night.” One of them said gruffly. “Look, look, it seems frightened!” One of the creatures squealed and Genevieve’s shaking intensified. She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself. “Cowards, show your faces!” The lady yelled in the direction of the ...