Salacious Medieval Mysteries

I must get this medicine to Uncle.She climbed the pile of green leaves in her way. Her exertion released a grunt.At the top, she fell deep inside the belly of the leaves, up to her waist.Was there a hole?She worked to climb out, pushing down on the leaves in front of her, while keeping the bottle of medicine in her hand.Ew! The leaves were slimy.Struggling to push herself out only sank her deeper, to her chest.A cold hand wrapped around her ankle.What in the name of Hell's demons?She worked to get out of the pile of leaves, but the hand yanked her deeper inside. Now she was up to her neck.She panted, her heart hammering to the tune of her fear.Wet leaves clung to her thighs under her smock.Vines underneath came alive, twisting and curling around her legs. She gasped, both startled and entranced by the sensation. What could she do to escape?She clenched her fists, making sure to keep a good hold on Uncle's medicine. "Help! Someone help me!"But her cries did nothing. The forest was empty except for the hand that held to her ankle, if that was indeed a person.Could she move? Could she wriggle her way out?She tried. Cold, slick leaves pressed against her legs and torso.The vines, now entwined around her limbs, moved with a gentle, rhythmic motion, gliding across her skin with a tender touch that sent goosebumps across her body. The leaves brushed against her, their velvety texture stimulating an unwanted delightful warmth within her chest. Her breathing grew heavier as the vines continued their dance, wrapping around her waist and sliding up her torso.She squirmed, working to escape, but the hand on her ankle tightened. No way out.***WARNING: This dark supernatural short story includes a scene where the forest unexpectedly ravishes a victim. Such scenes may disturb sensitive readers. Also in this book is solo F, M/f, F/f, M/m, and M/f/f, role play, age play, and an orgy in the woods. Do not read while your neighbors are trying to sleep. CWs are on the author's website.

How can she fight the invisible, hedonistic foe? The first time it happened, Leah and I were admiring fair Jim from afar when the white paste hit our faces out of nowhere. What demon had done this to us? The second time, while milking the cow, cream struck my face. I tasted it. It wasn't milk. The demon was after me. The third time, while admiring bare-chested Jim plowing the fields and fantasizing all he could do to me, my mouth flooded with the salty roe. I coughed and spat it out. He ran to me to aid me, but I begged him not to tell anyone of the matter. Those accused of witchcraft would be burned alive. The fourth time, working as a barmaid, I found myself bent over a table, my dress lifted, and viscous fluid flowing down my thighs. When Celeste de Sade and Diego Grimm offered to help me fight this invisible foe, I welcomed their assistance. ***In this sensual tale of intrigue and heart-pounding suspense, Celeste must navigate a decadent, treacherous path to uncover the truth and outwit an invisible foe. Will she unravel the secrets before it's too late, or will she become another victim of a shadowy presence determined to keep its secrets buried?

I wake up with no memory of who I am. The potter claims to be my husband. He touches me. I do not resist.He squeezes me. I do not resist.His fingers enter me. I do not resist.He demands I suckle him. I do not resist.I swallow his essence.I don't know who I am.But I know he is not my husband. WARNING: This story includes solo F, solo M, D/s, M/f and F/m. Also, in this short story, the victim is subservient to her master, unable to defy his commands. Such scenes may disturb sensitive readers. CWs are on the author's website.