House of Laenas: Blood and Water
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Strike
Chapter 5
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Solomon Laenas (Jared Faerson)
I arrived back at the manor just as the sun was halfway in the sky. In my hands, I carried the book—the one I had unearthed in the chapel library, still carrying the weight of long-buried history inside its old, stained pages. The answers I sought about our family, the ancient lineage that inhabits my blood, seemed finally within reach, all concealed in these pages.
Pushing open the manor doors, I stepped inside, and warmth enveloped me - the familiar mix of firewood, herbs, and polished wood. “Ah, my lord,” came a voice from the hallway. Eudora stood there, her hands neatly folded, her eyes sharp and welcoming all at once.
“How was the trip to the bookstore?” she asked, taking my cloak.
“Alright,” I started, as we walked deeper into the hall, “the bookseller didn’t have what I was looking for, but strangely enough, the local priest did – shelved in the chapel’s library of all places.”
“Must be an important book if the church holds it,” Eudora said.
A very important book indeed.
I nodded, feeling the weight of the book in my arms even more keenly. Let’s just hope that fortune is still on our side and that this book will hold every answer that will help my family onward.
“Oh, my lord,” Eudora said, before leaving, “your brother wanted me to tell you that he needs your assistance. He asked that you come to his chamber as soon as you arrived.”
Odd. What does Richard need my help with?
“Thank you, Eudora,” I murmured. She gave me a small, knowing smile and swept away down the corridor, leaving me to go to see what Richard wanted. The more I walked up the stairs and to his room, the hallway seemed quieter than I remembered, the shadows longer, and the light softer through the windows. Every step toward my brother’s chamber echoed with the crunch of uncertainty and anticipation, my pulse quickening.
What was going on?
The door to his chamber stood slightly ajar, and before I could knock, a voice – sharp, insistent – called, “Jared, in here, quickly!”
Pushing the door open, I was immediately swept inside. Richard stood by the hearth, half-dressed, shirtless, with his trousers loosely fastened, as if he’d been in a rush to complete the rest of his attire. His eyes, normally calm and measured, glimmered with a strange urgency.
“Close the door,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation.
“What is going on, Richard?” I started, “Why are you so -.”
Before I could respond, my gaze quickly fell upon the urgency that my brother’s composure clearly screamed of – and froze. Lying and moaning on the floor was a naked Acelina, but more shocking was the state she was in, one that entered the unnatural.
Her stomach was big. Enormous beyond comparison. From appearance alone, it looked like she could be carrying multiple babies at once. She writhed on the floor, while only moaning. As I looked more at her, I noticed she was writhing around in a large puddle of ... cum. And more alarming, it was pouring out of every one of her holes. Both her pussy and anal were readily leaking cum. As she moaned, I could swear that it was drool that was coming out of her mouth, but more cum. My stomach twisted, part fear, part anxiety.
“Richard,” I stared at him. “What happened?”
He paced back and forth in front of the hearth, holding his head in his hands. “I lost control again, Solomon. I swear I tried to resist; I went almost all day without falling into my old ways. But when I was about to take a bath, Acelina walked in, and I was naked, and -,” he gestured to the bloated, moaning Acelina on the floor, “- you can use your imagination on what happened next. I couldn’t stop, and once I came back to my senses, Acelina wouldn’t stop sucking my dick and feeding on my cum. It was like she was possessed.”
I swallowed hard, suddenly remembering what it was like when I lost control and the fear and panic afterwards. I set the book, which was still in my arms, on a nearby stand. “I believe you, Richard,” I said. “This darkness that lies in us has gotten stronger ever since the festival. I wouldn’t lie if I didn’t feel its pulls more often than usual. Just calm, brother.”
He stopped pacing back and forth and slowly placed his hands on his side. The panic and worry in his eyes were slowly receding. But that doesn’t mean it hasn’t left him completely. “But what are we going to do about Acelina?”
“You said she was possessed? Like –”
“She wouldn’t stop sucking my dick. All she wanted was to suck my dick, but she did tell me that was the reason why she was labeled a Phasionite.”
I paused for a moment. “But even if she was addicted to dick, it doesn’t explain why her addiction made her reach this level of obsession.”
“Well,” Richard started as he thought about something. “Right before she continued to feed on my cum, she did say my cum was ... greatly delicious.”
“Richard.”
“What? I’m not trying to gross you out, only that is what she said before zoning back out again.”
“I-I-It’s t-t-rue,” Acelina gurgled from the floor. “His c-cum is so ... d-d-delicious! I w-want m-more.”
She weakly yet set on reaching for Richard. But she quickly gave up when she threw up a load of his cum onto the floor, adding to the puddle that she lay in. I almost hurled when she started to slurp the cum she just threw up back into her mouth. Even for someone with an addiction, this was beyond normal addiction. This was greatly unnatural.
“Please tell me you found something at the bookstore,” Richard said, still watching Acelina slurping up the cum on the floor. Her bloated stomach ached and rumbled with each movement, as if more cum was about to pour out of one of her holes.
Finally, taking my eyes off Acelina, I picked up the book and set it on the desk near the hearth, its dusty cover rough under my fingers. Richard leaned next to me, eyes narrowing at the pages as I flipped through the books, focusing on the name ‘Lustillean’.
“Look here,” he murmured, pointing to a diagram of a figure unlike any human I had ever seen – tall, slim, with elongated limbs and strange markings embedded throughout its body. The artwork was intricate, each line etched with care, and I could almost feel their presence staring back at me. I looked at the words attached to the illustration.
“They are called Whisper Men,” I murmured. “A race that used to roam and dominate the Yellow Basin.”
“They looked ... dangerous,” he said.
“Apparently, they hear the hidden thoughts of others and feed on the flesh of those who hold the darkest souls. So, yeah, dangerous.”
As we turned the pages, more illustrations emerged: towering cities carved from crystal, beasts with wings like carved gemstones, artifacts of power long lost to time. Each entry had a story, a history, or a cautionary note written in an ancient hand that we could just barely decipher. But no one told me of the race that our blood comes from.
However, after a few more pages, I stopped when I came to a page that held words written in crimson ink. The page revealed a delicate illustration: beings that looked like any man, only that their beauty was more divine. The man was like a god, and the woman was like a goddess in appearance. The artwork was intricate, each line etched with care, and I could almost feel their presence staring back at me.
“These ... these are the Lustilleans,” I murmured. “The race our blood comes from?”
Richard nodded, his gaze fixed on the texts that seemed to tell more about them. “Like father said, they were exterminated by the Holy Church,” he said, voice low. “All accounts say that there was no living Lustillean after the genocide. They all perished, and all evidence of them with them as well. If only they knew, one of their kind did survive and bore children of her very own.”
The mention of my mother brought up complex feelings in me. The love of a mother was always there, but the love of an unimaginable lover was also colliding with the other. I quickly pushed down those feelings as I continued to read more about the Lustilleans.
“It goes on to mention the Crimson Moon,” I said, pointing to a page showing an illustration of said moon. “A Lustillean’s true nature and true being is awakened – their true selves will be immediately brought forward by the crimson light, and they will lose themselves to their carnal nature.”
“Already happened,” Richard said. I glanced to see him reliving those memories; a mixture of fear and pleasure crossed his face. “What else does it say?”
“It also goes on to say that once a Lustillean’s true self is awakened, they ... will forever be the embodiment of unrelenting carnal lust and desire.”
Silence remained between me and Richard.
“Is there a way to reverse it?” Richard said, voice low yet firm.
I continued to read through. It wasn’t long before my heartbeat quickly fastened when I came upon the last texts about the Lustilleans. Richard must have seen my change of expression as he quickly pulled me to tell him what I found. “What is it?” He quickly asked. “What did you find?”
“Well,” I started, “It doesn’t say anything about turning us human. But. It does mention a way to completely control our unrelenting carnal hunger and urges. Permanently.”
A smile appeared on Richard’s face. “Then what is it?”
“The text refers to the first tears that Asione the Father shed when Omos the Warrior and Nearis the Maid were born,” I said. “It states that these tears fell from the sky and formed a small pond when they fell. Waters from this pond will free us forever from the darkness that resides in us.”
“Great,” Richard smiled. “Where is this pond?”
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