The White Flower and the Imp - Sex Stories

The White Flower and the Imp

... “There!” They both made their way towards a group of boys that had crowded around a child who was pinning Aiden to the ground with a foot. Allyn pushed the circle apart and pulled the boy off of his brother, scowling as he shook the kid and tossed him into the wet grass. “He’s scarcely five, you little vermin. Scamper away and go fight someone your age!” Genevieve recognized the boy by his stubby, upturned nose, and his mischievous, gaped tooth smile. Maedoc had arrived recently with an influx of villagers seeking refuge from a country side ravaged by the plague. He was only eight, but the boy infuriated her like no other man. The refugees had not been settled for one day when Maedoc had taken to torturing the younger children. He had, however, an affinity for harassing Aidan, something that had not gone unnoticed by Genevieve. She stood menacingly over Maedoc, as Allyn picked Aidan up from the ground to console the whimpering child, and finally spoke. “By the gods, if I ever catch you near my son again I will have the men throw you into the river!” Maedoc grinned. “Would you bathe me yourself, milady?” Several of the boys chuckled as Maedoc jumped up to his feet boasting an even larger smile, but the crowd hushed when Allyn started for the boy and Maedoc ran off into the darkness giggling as he went. “I’ll have a word with that boy’s father soon enough,” Allyn growled as the crowd scattered. “You don’t think I’ve tried?” Genevieve’s eyes burnt. She put a hand on ...

... Aidan’s head and pulled grass out of his auburn hair. “The boy’s probably an orphan. No one knows who his parents are.” Aidan tugged at his mother’s dress and wiped a tear from his eye. “I tried to fight him!” He threw up his fists, showcasing a thin line of scratches like a proud warrior. Genevieve forced a smile. The family was quiet for a moment and the lady almost lost herself into the sunset once more. But after a while, Allyn spoke up, his steadfast voice now quavering with dread. “Is Edward going to die?” Genevieve turned to her eldest, startled by the question. His eyes were red as he looked up towards the house. “Is the plague going to take him?” He said once more. Genevieve put a hand on his shoulder now, and replied with a monotone voice that betokened lassitude. “Not if I can fight it.” *********************************************************************************************************** The ride to Devyn’s cottage had been a torturous one. Upon parting from the village, Genevieve had been filed with the dreadful feeling that she might never see Edward again. If he passed away while she wasn’t there…. Genevieve’s horse neighed and stopped abruptly. Around her, the trees had finally cleared and the dirt path she was on now led into a clearing dimly illuminated by the pale moonlight which spread its blanket over the stone home of her old friend. She urged the horse forward but the beast snorted and shook its head anxiously. Genevieve dismounted and studied the ...