Lady Venom Takes A Mistress: A Gothic Lesbian Romance by Kat Blackthorne

Author:Kat Blackthorne [Blackthorne, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Hearts Press, LLC
Published: 2023-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Despite the ease of trousers, I slipped on the fuchsia gown that Edith had laid out for me. My protests died on my lips when I recalled Lady Venom’s innuendo of sweets… and remembered the last sweets between my thighs that she tasted on the dining room table. Oh, how I hoped for a repeat. But first, I had to arrive early to make my own treat for her.

“A man died to make this pie. It better be good,” I joked to Meg, and her giggling paused.

“Really?” she asked, glancing at Timothy, who was brewing tea. Only the passing glances of worry were discernible in my see-through friends.

I wiped my hands on my apron as Timothy floated over and took the dish, placing it in the oven without a word. “He was trying to harm me,” I defended my lady.

Meg sat on the edge of the counter. “It’s not that. Any man that wanders close to this place deserves the death that comes for him. It’s just that she can only kill so many before…” Meg looked over her shoulder at Timothy and gave me a pained expression, as if she wanted to say more but couldn’t in mixed company. I nodded in understanding. “Anyway, I think she will love the pie.”

“I hope so.” I peeked out the door into the dining room, seeing that Lady Venom had not yet arrived.

Moments later, I sat at the dining room table with a steaming cherry pie, garnished with a fresh cherry on top, proudly smoothing my skirt and waiting for my lady to arrive. The ghosts brought a meal of steamed carrots and salmon before evaporating through the walls, leaving me alone with food and whatever snake companions were wrapping around the candlesticks. My garter snake slid off my wrist to join them, and I smiled, watching him play. What was happening to me?

Time ticked forward, and I poked absentmindedly at my roasted carrots, until Arthur came to clear the dishes. I stopped him. “Wait, isn’t Lady Venom coming?”

He seemed to have rosy cheeks for a ghost, and I thought that a cute quality for a spirit to have. With a jolly smile, he answered. “If she isn’t here by now, she’s not coming.”

“Do you know where she goes?”

Arthur cleared my plate and looked around, as if to check if anyone was listening, before leaning in and whispering, “Our lady’s room is in the west wing.”

I blinked, surmising that the information he shared was something he wasn’t supposed to tell me. “Thank you,” I answered, picking up the now cold pie. “Um… do you think someone could bring the little green snake to my room? I don’t want him to wonder where I went.”

Arthur tipped his hat. “Of course, Mistress Poesy.”

Mistress Poesy was right, and Mistress Poesy wasn’t about to be stood up. She said she’d come. Taking a sharp left, I stomped all the way to the west wing. The decor turned to dark shades until the wallpaper and furnishings were all black on this side of the manor.

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