House of Laenas — Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Strike
Chapter 17
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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)
It wasn’t long before Eudora returned to the manor with the fifteen Phasionites behind her. They all crowded into the great hall, mostly wearing ragged clothes and attire. Probably the only thing they can afford or make themselves. Eudora stood in front of them, like an overprotective matriarch, which she probably kind of is to them. Richard and Bridget were still not back from informing Hrodar about the new tenants, so it was just Solomon and me who greeted the Phasionites.
“Welcome to Faerson Manor,” I started. “My name is Rila Faerson, and this is my brother Jared Faerson. I hope Eudora has briefed you all on the job we offer.”
“I surely did, m’lady,” Eudora said. “We are to work for you and your family in both the manor and the lands in exchange for good, fair pay and lodging.”
“And do you all accept these terms?” I asked them.
All of them nodded their heads, most even smiling. Probably still trying to get a good reading on me and Solomon. We are doing the same thing as well. But from what we can see, they seem like decent folks who are just relieved to finally have some work and a place to lodge. I hope this arrangement comes to suits both parties greatly.
I can’t believe that it has only been a couple of weeks since my siblings and I were a simple farming family – plowing the fields, tending to animals, and selling goods in the market – now we are lords and ladies of a manor on a great, decent-sized acre of land. We even have tenants who now live on our land and now servants to help us maintain our manor in the process. How far have we come.
“Perfect,” I said. “Solomon will show you all to your quarters and help you get adjusted to the manor and lands. That is all.”
They eagerly followed Solomon to the servant quarters. It was a great size, allowing us to accommodate all fifteen Phasionites quite comfortably and even room to accommodate more servants if we desire to do so. Eudora stayed behind and came up to me.
“I just want to thank you again, m’lady,” she said, grasping my hands into hers. While a little wrinkled, her hands were soft and warm.
“I should be thanking you, Eudora,” I said, “without you, we wouldn’t have found a working force who are eager and willing to work for us. Have you also told them about the Tamsari that lives on our lands?”
“Yes,” she said. “And they are perfectly fine with it. We kind of see the Tamsari as one of us, outsiders to most.”
I am glad to hear it. Our peaceful co-existence can still be present.
“While I have you here,” I started. “I would like to ask you if you would accept the position of being a stewardess for our house?”
Eudora gasped in joy. “It would be an honor, m’lady. I will make sure we provide great service for you, your family, and this estate that we now call home.”
“I’m glad,” I said. “Now you should catch up with them. It would serve you well to get a better understanding of the house.”
She nodded as she scurried off to follow the group and Solomon. Just as she left, Richard and Bridget came inside the manor. “Are they here?” Richard said.
“Yes,” I said,” and they all agreed to work for us.”
“That’s great news,” Bridget said.
“Perfect,” Richard said. “Now we really are like official lords and ladies. Still feels weird though, but I am assured that feeling will go away.”
I can agree with that. This is a whole new world and a change for us. We’re still new to all of this, but I’m sure we will quickly master them in no time. We made it this far. So, the rest shouldn’t be that hard.
“So,” Bridget said, taking a seat near me. “Did you find out why they are Phasionites? Why are they outcasts to most of society?”
“No, Bridget,” I said with a sigh. “I didn’t think it was the right time to ask them that question. They just got here, and I want to have a good appreciation for them. I don’t want them to think badly of us.”
“True,” Bridget said. “But you must admit. The curiosity is quite tempting.”
It was.
Perhaps I’ll ask each of them when the time is right and they have grown accustomed to the manor, the land, and to us.
“How was Hrodar?” I asked. “Was he okay with our new servants working on the lands?”
“He was quite fine with it,” Richard said. “He thanked us for informing him. It would be bad if one of our servants were killed because a Tamsari believed they were trespassing.”
“Yes, that would be bad,” I said.
“And are the Phasionites okay with living alongside the Tamsari?” Richard asked.
“They are perfectly fine with it,” I said. “They kind of see the Tamsari as them, outsiders to most. They should co-exist with each other greatly.”
“It seems like everything is going perfectly well,” Bridget said. “Where’s Solomon?”
“He showed them the manor, their quarters, and other parts of the manor,” I said. “Get them accustomed to their new home.”
“That’s good,” Richard said, leaning back in his chair. “This should be quite a life for us. A perfect new beginning for us.”
“I couldn’t say it any better,” I said.
Everything was looking bright for the Faerson family.
Faerson Manor, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1125
Solomon Laenas (Jared Faerson)
After getting the Phasionites accustomed to the manor and their responsibilities, I left them in the hands of Eudora, whom Mabel made our stewardess of the manor. It was a smart move. She knows them better than we do and can easily help them more than we can. And they trusted her. Something in time, I hope, will be for us.
Mabel, Richard, and Bridget had left for town to buy supplies and goods needed for the manor. We’ve been living off already-cooked food and our journey rations ever since we arrived at the manor. And with the new servants, we were able to have cooked meals at the ready for us, something we didn’t have for a long time. So, I was left in charge of the house as they went shopping. I also heard that they brought a few Phasionites with them as well, encouraged by Eudora.
While Eudora took the management of the remaining Phasionites in the manor, I decided to get a quick rest in. Probably do some more reading in my chambers. During one of my explorations of the manor, I came to a library that was completely discarded and quite empty. Only a few dusty old books remained on the empty shelves. They were mostly old stories of forgotten times and fallen civilizations. To a common noble, they were boring books. But to me, they opened a whole new world before me, something I never would’ve gotten in Freymount. I strode down the upper-floor passageway to my chamber.
However, as I got to my chamber, my door was set ajar. Was someone in my room?
I slowly crept up to the door. “For you, m’lord.” A voice came from my room. I slowly peeked through the door.
I was shocked. A Phasionite man stood over my bed, pants down to his ankle, as he jerked his cock in his hand. His black hair fell so that it touched his shoulders. He had pale skin. His pale bubble ass flexed each time a shudder ran through his body, as did his muscular thighs.
I should’ve stopped him, tossed him off my bed, and out of the manor. But I didn’t. I was frozen in place. I wanted to say something. But my voice was silent as well. I was a mere observer in my own body.
“For you, m’lord.” The Phasionite man moaned as he jerked his cock over my bed.
My cheeks grew hotter, and my dick grew harder in my pants. I never found myself attracted to other men before, but as I observed the man, curiosity took hold of me, along with something deep within. I felt as if something had taken hold of me as I massaged my hard dick through my pants as I watched the man.
“For you, m’lord.” The man tugged at his cock more; his hairy balls jiggled from the force of his tugs.
Why am I doing this?
I shouldn’t find this arousing.
But I did.
And it both terrified and thrilled me.
“For you, m’lord!”
A powerful stream of his seed exploded all over my bed. A small stream of his cum now decorated my bed. His head flew back as he orgasmed, eyes shut. I quietly and slowly slipped through the opening of the door and shut it behind me. As the Phasionite came down from his orgasm, his dark brown eyes found me, and a shocked expression fell upon his face. “M’lord?!”
I quickly found my composure. “What is the meaning of this?”
“I’m sorry, m’lord,” the man said, as he quickly got out of my bed. His dick and balls were still exposed as he walked over to me. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“I have a sickness, m’lord,” the man started. “It’s the reason I was branded a Phasionite in my village. I cannot stop myself from masturbating. No matter where I am, an uncontrollable urge takes hold over me and I must cum right there.”
“But you were masturbating on my bed,” I said, still confused about whether I should be angry or not. “And repeating ‘m’lord’ as you did it.”
“I was cleaning and tidying up your room, m’lord,” the man quickly said. “But. The urge came upon me. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. I was lost to a sick pleasure.”
“But that still doesn’t answer why you were making your masturbation out to me?”
The Phasionite man grew quiet before he spoke once more. “Because I am attracted to other men.”
Oh.
“So,” I said. “You’re attracted to me?”
“I’m sorry, m’lord,” he said. “I’m ashamed of myself.”
“Don’t be,” I quickly said. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I find it to be quite flattering.”
The Phasionite man looked at me in surprise. “You do, m’lord?”
“Your own sexuality is your own business,” I said. “You will find no judgment here, especially among my family. We are far from judging others on their sexual preferences.”
“Thank you, m’lord,” the Phasionite man said. “I deeply appreciate your understanding.”
“But,” I started. “You did cum on my bed, and being your lord, I must show you some sort of punishment.”
The Phasionite man nodded his head. “I understand, m’lord.”
I understand such a twisted urge. My family and I have been in a constant fight to keep it at bay. But now, I am a lord, and must present that, even if I don’t want to. There must be a boundary in place, one that keeps us all in check.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
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