House of Laenas — Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Strike
Chapter 16
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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, Olnfield, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Mabel Laenas (Rila Faerson)
I strode through the northern parts of my family’s new land on the back of Willow. Solomon said I should use a horse rather than our family mule, but Willow has always been loyal. It was still summer; the warm breezes brushed through my hair and grazed my cheeks. I looked out on the land, seeing the Tamsari settling into their new home was a great relief. It’s been a couple of days since my family and I broke a deal with the Tamsari – they can live and prosper on our land in exchange for a sum of wealth every three months – and after sealing the deal through the Tamsari’s way, they moved onto our lands. They even gifted us with an early payment, which helped my family greatly.
Not only that. Our diplomacy with the Tamsari earned us a nice sum of wealth from the mayor of Olnfield as well.
The Lady had greatly showered her blessings upon us.
We have finally achieved our new lives.
I continued on my stroll, relishing my new fortune. I spotted more Tamsari’s tents along the way. I wondered if I should ask Hrodar if his people would like any assistance in building houses for them instead of them living in tents for the rest of their lives. But I don’t want to overstep. I want this co-existence to be as smooth and peaceful as possible.
I wasn’t going to mess up our future for something so trivial.
If Hrodar wants to build houses for his people, he will build them houses. They are free to do whatever they want on this land. That was the deal.
And it was a very good deal.
Most civilizations would see either a verbal agreement or a handshake to seal any formal dealings. But that’s not how the Tamsari finalized any dealings, especially a deal that would change the courses of their lives. Each of my family members had to sleep with one of the Tamsari that Hrodar had chosen to signify our deal and the bond we now share with the Tamsari people.
My cheeks burned, and my pussy grew wet. I couldn’t deny that when I was one of the Tamsari men, making love in one of their tents, I felt freer and more in tune with something inside me. The way he ate and pounded my pussy with his cock still made my pussy wet just by the mere thought of it.
My pussy grows wet by even the smallest mention of any sexual pleasure, especially the ones I have with my younger brother, Solomon. With him, my pussy is like a waterfall. I know it’s forbidden to see my brother in such a way, especially to interact with my brother sexually, but when we fuck it feels like we are beyond everything. The pleasure, the ecstasy, and the desires are exploded into one feeling of infinite passion and freedom.
However, I’m not too foolish to forget what lies within us.
The hunger. The urge. The dark, twisted nature that resides in our family, something that caused our family to befallen with such misfortune and tragedy. The same nature that caused my mother to flee from us and take a self-exile journey to the Golden Mountains, where she wouldn’t be tempted by the hunger and urge within her. I just prayed to the Holy Seven that she made it there safely and is finally at peace with herself.
That’s why she made sure all her children were strong-willed, hoping that we were able to control our dark nature and live good lives. While we didn’t follow her expectations to the letter, we do have somewhat control over our dark nature and means of satisfying it when it needs to be.
Lately, Solomon and I had fucked each other ever so often, which managed to satisfy our hunger and keep it at bay. We then decide to go a week on end without fucking each other. This seems, to me, a good way to both satisfy our hunger and still strengthen our will not fully succumbing to it. So far, it has been working quite well. Solomon and I haven’t fucked each other in a couple of days.
As for Richard.
Surprisingly, he has shown some restraint in his old ways. I haven’t found anything from the taverns and inns in Olnfield about any orgy or fucking occurring in my brother’s presence, so I see that as progress. He even became more involved in helping manage our new estate. It seemed that our cousin, Bridget, had really changed him for the better. Solomon and I both know that the two have been fucking, but who are we to call them out. We are no better than they. While incest is forbidden by the Holy Church and Holy Scriptures, we see it as a way to keep ourselves steady and in control over the darkness that resides in our family.
It’s just a dark family secret, one we could add to the many other secrets that reside in the Laenas Family.
Well, the Faerson Family now.
It’s going to take a while to get used to these new names, but it’s better than are original names. We can’t afford to draw unwanted attention to ourselves.
I strode back to the stables, where the other horses that we owned remained. However, I only saw Solomon’s horse, not Richard’s or Bridget’s horses. Probably went on a daily ride. After placing Willow back in his stall, I entered the manor to find Solomon reading near the fireplace. He started to take up reading as a hobby, and it helps him keep his mind off of fucking his sister.
“How was the stroll?” He asked when he looked up from his book.
“Good,” I said. “The Tamsari people are settling in well. They surely have enough space to farm, work, and prosper without having to move to another place.”
“Along with being safe from any worrisome townsfolk,” Solomon said. “Words have already spread in town that the Tamsari has established a permanent settlement on our lands.”
“Do they know they come in peace and just wish to be left alone?” I said.
“The mayor already reassured them,” Solomon said, returning his attention to his book. “So, we don’t worry about any mobs storming onto our lands.”
“That’s a relief,” I said, taking a seat across from him. “Where’s Richard and Bridget?”
“They went into town,” Solomon said. “Apparently, our brother believes we should have servants to help us maintain the estate. And I kind of agree with him.”
Servants?
I know we live in a big house now, and we can use the help with maintaining it, but to have strangers living with us under our roof. There are so many ways that this could blow up on us. “Do you believe that’s a good idea? Having strangers living in the same house as we do?”
“I do,” Solomon said, placing his book down. “I know you are worried about our ... darkness, but we have been able to keep it under control, and our arrangement helps us greatly in strengthening our will in the process. So, I believe it would be okay to have people work for us. We live in a manor now, which comes with keeping up appearances.”
I smiled. “When did you become so smart?”
“Hey,” he smiled. “I’ve always been smart. It’s just my siblings never took the time to notice my brilliance.”
We both laughed.
If Solomon believes that we can handle having people living and working in our home, then it must be a sign that we have come a long way in the battle to control our darkness.
It appears that our mother’s dreams and hopes for her children have finally come true. I just hoped one day I could tell her that in person.
Olnfield, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Richard Laenas (Marak Faerson)
As Bridget posted our help and wanted post on the board in the Nible Lyre, I went to talk to the barkeep if he knew anyone or others who liked to work in a manor. The barkeep was slender, his face downcast, as he polished some of the mugs. At least, he runs a clean establishment.
“Excuse me,” I said, as I took a seat in front of the bar on an empty stool. The barkeep turned his attention away from the mugs he was polishing to face me. He had pale skin, with a thinner tan than most of the townsfolk, and ginger hair. Along with a bushy beard of the same color as his hair.
“What can I get you?” He asked.
“A rum and an answer to my question,” I said. “But the rum first.”
The barkeep smoothly and quickly pulled out a fresh mug and filled it with a nice pint of rum from one of the barrels behind him. It was refreshing.
“And for your question?” The barkeeper asked.
“Yes,” I said, finishing my rum and placing an empty mug on the table. “Do you know anyone or people who would be interested in working at a manor?”
He looked at me as if I had drunk too much rum. But it must be the first time he had ever heard of such a question. True, most lords and ladies had serfs as servants to help them maintain their estate, but the deal we made with the Tamsari only allowed them to live on our land as they saw fit in exchange for a sum of wealth every three months. There was nothing in the deal that made them work for us.
“Not that I know of,” the barkeep started. “Most people around here are decent farmers, merchants, blacksmiths, carpenters, and tavern owners. Not much servitude is called for. Well, except for a few in the mayor’s house.”
“Were there people who worked at the Lord Roulant’s manor before he died?”
“There were a few,” the barkeeper said, wiping clean the last of the dirty mugs. “But they all went off to somewhere else to find work or become farmers. Like I said before, not much need for servants here.”
“Alright,” I said, getting up from the stool. “Thanks for answering my question.” I placed five coins at the bar before going to Bridget, who stood by the entrance door.
“Well,” she said, “what did the barkeep say?”
“The thing I feared,” I started. “There’s no one in this town who will work for us. It looks like we just got to run the manor ourselves. The four of us.”
“Even if it’s just the four of us,” Bridget said as we walked out of the tavern. “The manor is still big just for us four alone. It will take weeks just to maintain one part of the manor. There’s gotta be another option.”
Bridget and I began our journey back to the manor, passing by the merchants, vendors, and townsfolk that we had become familiar with. While most of the townsfolk know of the family that moved into Lord Roulant’s manor, they don’t know our names or anything else, only that we have the Tamsari living on our lands. This kind of made us the most interesting people in the town ever since the fifth mayor, who once served as a Trusted Knight in the King’s Circle. But that was decades ago.
As we were about to head outside the town’s gates where are horses were stationed, a woman stopped us in our tracks. She was an older woman, probably in her mid to late fifties. She had pale grey eyes, which were outlined by the wrinkles around her face. Her hair hinted at being once raven-black, is now silver. She wore a tattered cloak around her.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, “but I couldn’t help but overhear you two looking for servants for a manor. Is this true?”
“Yes,” I said, becoming intrigued. “Do you know anyone who may be willing? We promise to treat them fairly and pay them well, along with food and board.”
“By the gods,” the woman said, clasping her hands together. “They have answered my prayers. Yes, I do know of a group of people who will be perfect to serve on your estate.”
“That’s wonderful,” Bridget said. “Who are they? Are they here in town?”
“No,” the woman said. “They are in a camp in a nearby field.”
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