House of Laenas: Blood and Water
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Strike
Chapter 22
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 22 - The Continuation of the House of Laenas. With the darkness now becoming stronger than ever, the Laenas siblings discover a means of silencing it for good. Within the Golden Mountains lie waters that can silence their family curse. Richard and Mabel are given the quest to find the water and bring the water back to their family. But can they achieve such a feat when their darkness hunger fights them on every turn?
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Consensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Incest Brother Sister Rough Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy
Faerson Manor, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1126
Richard Laenas (Marak Faerson)
The morning sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the manor, bathing the hall in gold. I leaned back in my chair, watching the household awaken like a gentle tide. Henry’s laughter echoed across the room as Eudora played with him, her skirts flaring as she scooped him into her arms again and again. The servants moved with calm efficiency, smiles brighter than I’d seen in months. The manor itself seemed lighter, almost as if the walls had exhaled.
I stretched, letting out a long, comical groan that made Solomon shoot me a side-eye. “Ah, nothing like a good night’s sleep in your own house and not in some tavern or—well, you know.” I gestured vaguely toward the outside.
Mabel rolled her eyes at me, but I caught the way she allowed herself a small smile. Even she was finally feeling it—the calm, the peace, the absence of that gnawing hunger and unnatural urges that had followed us like shadows.
I sipped my morning drink and leaned toward the group, lowering my voice to something between conspiratorial and teasing. “There’s another topic we ought to settle while we’re all ... clear-headed.”
Bridget perked up, eyebrows raised. “Oh? And what might that be?”
I glanced at Mabel, then Solomon. “The ... other love, the one beyond sibling affection. You two,” I said, nodding at them both.
Mabel’s eyes widened, and she sputtered, “Richard! That’s nonsense! Really, we shouldn’t—”
I held up a hand, grinning. “I’m not here to scold or yell at you. I just think it’s time we acknowledge it. Solomon, Mabel ... your feelings are ... well, they’re clear. And Bridget and I—” I shot her a glance, and she smiled warmly, “—we’re perfectly fine with it. Truly. Happy for you both.”
Solomon’s cheeks flushed, but he met my gaze steadily. “It’s not twisted. It’s not some ... perversion created by the darkness. It’s always been there. My love for Mabel ... It’s genuine, untainted. Real. And yes, society may frown upon it, but it doesn’t change how I feel.”
Mabel sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, attempting to mask her emotions. “Perhaps ... but still, our love—society would call it forbidden. I can’t pretend it doesn’t matter.”
Bridget reached over and squeezed Mabel’s hand gently. “We know, but that doesn’t make it wrong. What matters is that it’s true, and it’s yours.”
I leaned back again, shaking my head in mock exasperation. “Honestly, you two, the world can frown all it likes. We’ve seen worse, and we’ve survived. You’ll survive this, too—and be happy.”
Mabel allowed herself a small, relieved smile, and Solomon’s hand found hers across the table. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride. They’d endured darkness, grief, and horror, and still, here they were—holding onto something pure in a world that had tried to tear it away.
Bridget lingered a moment longer near the window, her expression thoughtful, almost wistful. I noticed her glance toward Mabel and Solomon, who sat side by side at the table, fingers brushing under the guise of casual contact.