The White Flower and the Imp - Sex Stories

The White Flower and the Imp

... mothered, little dove?” He poked a finger into her cleavage while his tongue tasted the length of her neck. The devil's little face lingered by the lady's chin as he examined her beauty. "I'm going to fuck you bloody." Impatiently, the imp leaned backward and squeezed her mound with a small hand, rubbing dangerously close to her sex through the fabric of her dress and undergarments. Genevieve moaned, and arched her back. No one had touched her in quite a long time. She protested and cursed the beast and he smacked her again with his free hand. He squeezed her tightly and then drove his hand between her thighs. “I think she might actually need some virgin berries…” “Wait…wait…” The fool called out. The large imp bared his teeth and turned to his companion. “What is it? You can have your turn when I’m finished.” The other creature shook his head and lifted Genevieve’s blade, showing it to the other imps. “Devyn’s sword.” “That’s not Devyn’s sword. Give it here.” “What would you know?" One of the other imps called out. "You’ve never even crossed over to the other side.” “That is Devyn’s sword." A demon holding one of her ankles said. "She’s the one he sent.” The imps barked at each other, some of them relaxing their grips on Genevieve. “I’ve seen it on him. She’s definitely the one he sent.” “So what? We’ll take her to camp when we’re done with her.” The one on her chest declared. “Eogann will have your head, Linor.” “Eogann can have my balls.” His hands returned to ...

... Genevieve’s chest. The other imps growled. Genevieve crawled towards the sword as the other imps fell upon the large one. She heard his bones cracking and his screams gurgling as the other four broke his bones and tore his throat apart. When she turned around to face them with her sword drawn, she finally realized that running or fighting would be useless. Each devil held a piece of their companion’s body in bloodied hands, gnawing the meat viciously to the bone until only the abdomen and lifeless head remained on the forest floor, face frozen in agony. Genevieve started backing away from the crowd of imps. “I wouldn’t do that…” One of them said. “King Eogann would like to have a word with you.” Another of the imps stepped forward, a piece of innards hanging from the corner of his mouth. It scratched its bald head and grinned a fanged smile. “We won’t harm you, little dove. Our fealty binds us to honor our lord. Forgive my companions if they seem rude, they have never crossed over to your lands.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his words as he pointed towards the carcass of the transgressor. The other imps wiped their mouths and circled her. Genevieve understood the threat. She sheathed her blade. It would do her no good against these demons. “Now come. The king is waiting for you.” The fool produced a tiny blade. He pointed it at Genevieve, urging her to follow the first imp, who now walked into the forest. Genevieve’s hand went to her cheek as she began to walk, expecting to feel the ...