House of Laenas — Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Strike
Chapter 14
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 14 - After discovering a dark family curse, the three Laenas siblings' lives are forever changed as they try to start a new life for themselves, but they must learn to control their family curse or be completely consumed by it, leading them down a road of incest, lust, and desire.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Rough Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Faerson Manor, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Solomon Laenas (Jared Faerson)
“So, what did you find?” Richard asked.
The family gathered around Mabel as she stood at the front of the table in the common hall. All the documents and letters that I have taken from our family farm lay scattered in front of us, one of them was the deed of the manor signed by father’s friend over to him. His handwriting was dreadful, so we couldn’t make out the name. All we know is that he was a lord who died without any heirs and left his manor to our father.
But when father died, the deed and entitlement trickled down to us.
Now, we have the manor and are currently residing inside. We just need one small thing to finally start our new lives.
We need money.
That’s why Mabel has been going through all the letters and documents to find any mentions of a monetary inheritance that went along with the manor. Or even buried treasure that resides somewhere in the manor or on the manor’s land, which only covered about five hundred acres, according to the documents.
We searched all over this big manor, finding any secret compartments and hidden rooms that may contain treasures or wealth that will help us in our new lives. But we all came up with nothing.
“I found nothing,” Mabel sighed, as she riffled through the paperwork. “There is nothing from father or his friend, who, I finally learned, is named Lord Roulant, in any of these letters or documents. Nothing.”
“But there has to be something,” Bridget said, eyeing the paperwork. “I wouldn’t believe that Uncle Henry wouldn’t leave some financial assistance for starting a new life.”
“Well,” Richard said. “We were farmers. Well-decent ones, but not rich ones. To tell you the truth, I wonder how we ever got by all these years. Most of our livestock were basics, and we sold very common things in the market, but I don’t recall ever worrying about our next meal or struggling financially.”
“Same here,” I said.
It was true.
We never struggled financially, and even if we did, our parents made it look like we didn’t. We always had good clothes, a solid house, and food was always on the table for us. I never truly thought about how we got by as farmers. Probably because we were young and didn’t have to worry about such things yet. But a lot has changed in the last couple of days. Now, we have to achieve the same thing that our parents have been doing all our lives.
“If there is no treasure or monetary inheritance,” Mabel started. “Then we have to find an alternative means of income.”
“Farming is out of the question,” Richard said. “We left that behind in our old lives. And I am tired of smelling dirt every morning.”
“But we have to find something,” Mabel said. “If not, we won’t be able to afford to start our new lives. I really thought father would’ve stashed some sort of money in the manor in case of emergencies.”
“Well,” I stared. “Probably, he didn’t think our family would end up here. It was always a last resort.”
“True,” Richard said, “but it would still be nice if he left us something to work with.”
“And you’re sure there’s nothing else in these papers that can lead to any monetary gain,” Bridget asked.
“Trust me,” Mabel said, “I worked my eyes to death looking for anything that would give us monetary assistance. There is nothing. The only thing that keeps repeating is the name Thori Blundell.”
“Who’s that?” Richard asked.
“From what I could learn,” Mabel said, holding up one of the letters that contained the name. “He’s a mutual friend of both father and Lord Roulant. He helped Lord Roulant during some troubling times, but nothing mentions any financial assistance.”
“Well,” I said, “he may be able to help us. It’s no harm in trying. Does he live nearby?”
“Actually,” Mabel said. “He lives right here in Olnfield.”
“The Lady shines her blessing upon us once again,” Richard smiled.
“And it can give us a chance to see more of Olnfield,” Bridget added. “After all, this is going to be our new home. Might as well see what it has to offer.”
We all nodded in agreement.
“Let’s just hope,” Mabel said as we were leaving the manor. The sun was still high in the sky, and a warm breeze was still blowing. “He doesn’t turn out like our father, other friend, priest Sigric.”
I got a sudden chill when she mentioned that name.
I hope so as well.
Olnfield, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Bridget (Sesa Faerson)
Olnfield bustled with noise as we moved further into the town. At the outskirts, the buildings had been mostly wooden, with some river stone foundations interspersed. The deeper we ventured, the more stone prevailed, as though the town had calcified as it aged. Muddy dirt gave way to a smattering of stone lanes, then cobbles near the town’s center. Inns and taverns huddled around squares featuring a bustle of town folks who went about their own business.
Dewrest was at the top of my list of the best places I have ever seen. But now seeing Olnfield, Olnfield replaces Dewrest in first place.
It was Mabel and I who decided that we should see Thori Blundell while Richard and Solomon looked around Olnfield to see if any jobs were available for us if Thori is unable to help us. We managed to learn from a shopkeeper that Thori was a merchant who operated from a building near the town’s square. The buildings in the town’s square showed their age, but the roofs seemed in good repair.
It wasn’t long before we came to a two-story building, tucked away between a blacksmith workshop and a bakery. It was more up-to-date than most of the buildings that surrounded it. A well-established sign hung from a strong iron eyehook – Blundell’s Market – the paint of the fancy letters seemed freshly new. Two large, iron-bound wooden doors stood as the entrance. One can be confused with a siege door than a shop door.
“Should we knock?” I asked Mabel as we stood in front of the door.
“I don’t think so,” she said, “If it’s a business, then I believe the door should already be unlocked.”
Mabel reached for the metal handle and pushed against it. We heard a latch come undone, and we slowly entered the establishment.
“Welcome to Blundell’s Market,” a woman said from behind a counter. She was middle-aged, with a few wrinkles, but not old enough to be considered an elder. “What can I help you with?”
“We’re looking for the owner of this establishment,” Mabel said. “Our father was a good friend of his.”
“And who is your father?” The woman asked.
“His name is Henry Laenas,” Mabel said. I could see the uneasiness of saying his name out loud. Probably saying his name out loud resettled the fact that he is really gone. I once felt the same way about my mother when she died.
“Henry Laenas...?” The woman pondered the name. “Sir, can you come out here, please?”
An older, slender man with a nicely shaven beard came from the back. “What is it, Avera?”
“This young lady said you know her father ... Henry Laenas?”
The man turned and looked at Mabel. I could see he was studying her face, analyzing every feature to gain any familiarity. It wasn’t long before his eyebrow raised, and he let out a gasp. “You’re Henry’s daughter, Mabel.”
“Yes, sir,” Mabel said with a smile, one of relief. “That’s me, and this is Henry’s niece, Bridget.”
He looked at me. “Nice to meet you, I do recall Henry mentioning a sister of his who had a child.”
“That’ll be me,” I said.
“Welcoming, ladies,” he continued. “Please, follow me to my office.”
We followed Thori behind the counter and into the room he came out of. It was a modest room. A glass window behind his desk gave a view of more of Olnfield. He took a seat behind his desk, and we took a seat in the two chairs available.
“Thank you for seeing us,” Mable said. “I’m sure my father would be sad if he couldn’t make our little –”
“It’s okay, Mabel,” he interrupted. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know your father is dead.”
My heart stopped in my chest.
And from how Mabel looked surprised, I could say her heart has stopped as well.
“How?” Mabel asked.
He let out a sigh. “One of my shippers was in Freymount when he got the news of the death of Henry Laenas. Along with the death of priest Sigric.”
Mabel stood frozen.
“From what the authorities could tell,” Thori continued, “some kind of conflict arose on your farm that led to the death of both men. However, while your father remained buried and Sigric does not, the authorities could only suspect that one of the Laenas children was responsible for the death.”
Mabel still didn’t say a word, only stared and listened to Thori.
“I suspect that’s why you are here,” he said. “Your family is on the run from the authorities.”
Mabel nodded her head, but still no words came out.
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