The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fires of the Ifrit - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fires of the Ifrit

... the fight yesterday. Kyle's strong arms tightened about her, pulling her in tight to his muscular chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, an unconscious reflex, but that didn't stop Windfeather from painting an image of the world in green in her mind. The image vanished. The world folded about itself. She couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't scream. Everything was compressed and twisted. It felt so much longer than the brief teleportation yesterday. Panic begin to trickle in. What if something had gone wrong and they were— The world unfolded. Her vision returned. She gasped in a breath. “We're here,” Christy said, nodding her head, pride filling her voice. “That wasn't so bad.” “It was,” Britney muttered. “You folded space. We should be reduced to strings of meaningless atoms right now. I felt it. You overcame the weak nuclear force.” “Well, magic,” Christy shrugged. The Concubines flooded out of the car into the rain. It wasn't nearly as cold down here in Tacoma as it was up on Mount Rainier. The rain made her vision murky, and she couldn't see as far, but it was enough to reveal the side of a three-story tall building, its roof crenelated like a medieval castle. “I surmise we will set off the alarms if we break in a door,” Britney said “I got it,” Kyle said and his katana, Earthbones, appeared in his hand. He pointed it at the building and Fumi could almost feel his commands reaching out to the building from the sword. Stone ground on stone and the the plaster coating the ...

... wall cracked and crashed to the ground, revealing a wall of cement cinder blocks that were ripping out and forming a doorway for them to fit in. “Okay ladies, find your sex toy,” Christy said with a clap. “And a bowl that can be filled with water. We'll cast the spell in there, I think.” The concubines all rushed through the hole, Kyle hot on their heels. Britney leaned against the SUV content to stay outside. Fumi hesitated, wondering if she should stay and help Britney stand guard or if she should go in there. “Come on,” Fatima said, seizing her hand. “That place is full of naughty toys.” The younger girl pulled her along, bounding with energy. Fumi couldn't help but smile and let her wife led her into the porn shop. Her vision improved inside and they seemed to come through the DVD section. What must be adult videos were strewn across the floor, the shelf knocked over by the concubines entering. “Sex toys are over here,” Fatima said, skipping ahead of Fumi. “Come on, I want to try one out on you.” The store echoed with concubines gasping and giggling, exclaiming what toy they found while Christy barked orders. “Find a bowl or something we can fill with water. And don't spend all night picking out your toy. Just grab one.” “Ooh,” Fatima cued, then picked up a long, think cylinder of plastic that bulged with progressively wider spheres. “Do you know what these are, Fumi?” Fumi shook her head. “Anal beads!” Fumi's butt-cheeks clenched. “Drop those pants and let me stick this up ...