The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Fatima! We need to switch opponents!” Fumi shouted. Fatima whirled her flaming yari keeping the stabbing shadows at bay. Mrs. Skinner, her body stained with shadows now, had turned her attention back to Fatima when Fumi had surrounded herself with whirling winds. The insectrosity that had been the football player lunged, dragging Aaliyah behind him. Fumi's arrow struck his elbow joint. The monster roared in pain, releasing Aaliyah. The Genie ran into the corner. “Finally!” Fatima shouted. She channeled her fire with all the anger inside her. Flames exploded from her yari, driving back the shadows attacking her and striking the insectrosity in the face. It lurched back, bellowing, its eyes blinking. She dived past it, racing towards Mrs. Skinner. Her body seemed liquid now, made of inky shadows. Fumi's arrows streaked down the hallway and the creature behind her roared loud. “Banzai!” Fatima screamed, aiming her yari at the shadowy teacher. Shadows stabbed at her, halting her charge. She swung her fiery spear and the shadows were dispersed by her flames. By my light. Just like the nightmare had been. Mrs. Skinner took a step back as she approached, her flames burning brighter and brighter, a white-hot fire shining at the tip of her spear. She fed it with all the anger and passion possessed in her small body. This bitch tried to kidnap my wife! She tried to kill me! She tried to kill Fumi! “How dare you try to harm the people I love!” She lunged ...

... with her yari shining pure light. Mrs. Skinner's body rippled, flowing like shadows back away from her lunge. Fatima bellowed her rage, stabbing and stepping forward, working through her forms as she tried to let her blade find the shadow teacher's flesh. “Stop that! Just stand still so I can kill you, bitch!” “I am the shadows! I cannot be touched. I can always flow away from the light!” Fatima stabbed. “You can never touch me. You are a weak, insignificant worm. I will enjoy watching the light fade from your eyes!” Fatima feinted, attacking to the left. Mrs. Skinner flowed to the right and she change her thrust. Mrs. Skinner reacted, her body rippling back away from the point. The tip of Fatima's yari was mere inches from finding the shadow's form. It wasn't enough. A great wind roared, sweeping down the hallway. It struck the shadowy teacher, pushing her forward onto Fatima's spear. Mrs. Skinner's body rippled as her spear penetrated shadowy flesh. Fatima pushed all her anger into her yari; the fire burned even hotter. Pure light shone through the inky teacher, dissolving the shadows, leaving unmarred flesh behind. Her light flared so bright, Fatima had to squeeze her eyes shut. When Fatima opened her eyes, an old woman was impaled on her spear, her body twisted by the ravages of age. The hag's body slumped, sliding back off her spear, a burned hole in her stomach, smoke rising in small tendrils up. “Fatima!” Aaliyah shouted. Her Genie sister-wife threw her arms around, ...