House of the Bride (Extreme Content- Please Read Tags) Updated 11th February, 2016

Story by Flynnparadox

Just started a new story that is relevant to your interests here, so I thought I'd post it. It's a full-on Gothic Horror/Monster/Romance thing with lots of violence, transgressive elements and lots and lots of pervy sex (all with characters over 18, though). This is posted right after I finish a chapter, so there's no real copy-editing on it or anything, so it'll be a little raw. Feedback and constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged. So far, I just have the first chapter. Enjoy!

Warning: Contains futa on male, male on futa, futa on woman, lesbianism, gay male, rape, anal play, incest, necrophila, cannibalism, extreme violence, and something to offend everyone. Please proceed with caution...

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House of the Bride

By Brian Flynn

Once Upon a Time on Gothic Earth...

Chapter One: The Visitor and the Fleshsmith

The House stood at the very center of a blasted heath, a barren piece of land inhabited only by dirt, rocks and those animals and men too insane to comprehend that they had stumbled upon something wrong, something evil. The great building towered over the land, looking like it was ready pounce on or at least leer at anyone mad enough to wander by.

To one side of it, a swamp threatened to sink the House. It was green and looked like creeping, infectious Death. To the other side of it, a cemetery held court, dozens of tombstones dotting the grounds like misshapen teeth.

It had recently gone dark and rain cascaded down upon the grey land and great shafts of lightning penetrated the sky, accompanied by powerful crashes of thunder. A madman, clad only in a dirty loincloth, the hair on his head long and grey, his beard reaching down to his lower chest, looked up at the sky, terror in his eyes. He crawled away, finding some kind of sanctuary under a craggy rock or within a foreboding hole in the ground.

Presently, a figure came into view, wrapped in a great black rain-cloak. The figure walked deliberately toward the House, completely covered in the cloak, trying to survive the elements. After a time, the figure reached the House, touched its great doors. A hand gripped the massive, iron knockers and slammed them down.

Some time passed and the figure slammed the knockers again. Finally, the door was answered. A small slot opened in the great doors and a pair of wild, desperate eyes looked through at the figure.

"Yes?" the owner of the eyes asked. "What is it?"

"I seek sanctuary," the figure said. The voice was definitely female.

"Be gone!"

The owner of the eyes made to close the slot but the figure called out:

"Stay your hand! Look upon this."

The figure reached into the cloak and produced an envelope, passed it through the slot. The owner of the desperate eyes took the item. The figure could hear the man open the envelope, could sense him reading its contents.

There came a frustrated, resigned sigh and the slot closed. The figure stepped back, satisfied, as the sounds of locks being undone came. Soon, the great doors opened, and the owner of the eyes was revealed. He was a hunchback, short, stooped over. His wild, desperate eyes scanned everything, trying to discern the figure under the large cloak.

The figure entered the House, while the Hunchback closed the doors behind her. He put out his hands, offering to take said cloak from the figure.

The figure undid the cloak, took it off. She was a gorgeous, striking creature, no older than eighteen, with black hair in two long braids, pale, almost white skin, a black, curve-hugging dress, simple with no skin revealed but full of promise, hinting at her young and budding body. She seemed incapable of smiling, a flat, superior look permanently etched on her face.

The Hunchback took the cloak, stored it in a closet in the entryway. He turned to the young lady, bowed slightly.

"I'm Fritz," he said.

"Christina," the girl said.

Fritz nodded.

"I suppose you should follow me," he said.

Christina followed the Hunchback deeper into the House. They passed under a large staircase, stretching up to Heaven. Christina looked up, saw bats fluttering back and forth, crisscrossing, high up, among the stairs and rafters.

"There are already guests in attendance," Fritz said. "But we'll make do. Not like we don't have any rooms available."

"I would think not," Christina said.

The Hunchback led her into a vast sitting room, where a massive fireplace was lit and, within, big, tall flames waving like curtains in the wind. Christina gravitated to the fire, warmed herself.

"You may wait here while I tell the Master of the House," Fritz said.

Christina nodded in approval. She watched him go, heading through a door which opened unto a gargantuan dining room. Situated around the far end of a long dining table sat three men. They were laughing.

There was an older man, perhaps in his 50s, with dark

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