The White Flower and the Imp - Sex Stories

The White Flower and the Imp

... vial and root. Behind her, the horse’s hooves drove into the ground, its anxious snorts becoming more recurrent. With shaking hands, Genevieve twisted the vial open and dropped the thin root into the clear liquid. The thing hissed almost instantly, twisting and coiling in on itself within the glass container. Overcome by the strong smell of ginger, Genevieve tossed the bottle into the lake without a second thought and fell to her knees. She did not know what to expect, and, for a while, nothing seemed to happen, but when Genevieve caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the water, a dreadful sensation crawled up her back and settled itself on the nape of her neck. Genevieve leaned closer to the water, blinking her eyes to make sure what she had seen was not an illusion. But when her own reflection began moving on its own, the lady fell backwards away from the lake, breathing heavily and clawing at the grass. The reflection had looked at her. A low humming noise filled the clearing, like waves of bees dashing through the leaves, and Genevieve tried to stand up. She turned around frantically, looking for her horse, but he was nowhere to be seen. When something began rising from the lakeside, Genevieve unsheathed her sword and prepared for the worst. She cursed Devyn and began whispering prayers beneath her breath, but when the thing finally arose from the water, Genevieve’s blood ran cold and a breath caught in her lips. The doppelganger drifted towards her, making eye ...

... contact that made Genevieve fall into a trance. She remained fixated on the eyes, her own eyes, large, beautiful pearls that drew her closer, driving her to take steps towards the reflection. Genevieve dropped her sword on the damp grass and stood face to face with the image. She reached out a hand and was surprised when it found a gentle cheek to lie on. She grasped her reflection, burying hands into the amber curls of its head and kissed its scarlet lips, tasting her own flesh. Her head rushed with vanity and lust and suddenly the Doppelganger put its hands on her, pulling her closer and parting her lips for another passionate kiss. Genevieve felt its heat, smelled the lilac scent of her own skin, and suddenly came to her senses. The trance broke and fear entered her again, fighting back the rush of blood to her pelvis, as Genevieve pushed the thing away with a scream. But forest exploded around her. A sound like screeching metal filled her ears and Genevieve heard the squawks of a particular bird before the Doppelganger pulled her into the bitter waters. The hands pulled her deeper, submerging her in a rapidly turning maelstrom that tumbled her around. Genevieve shut her eyes, certain she was about to meet her end when, suddenly, she fell upon her behind. Genevieve opened her eyes, expecting to see some terrible thing, but, instead, she found herself sitting on the grass of the lakeside within the clearing. Only it wasn’t the clearing. Not the one she had entered. The two were ...