The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... my husband.” He released Chyna's nipple, leaned down and kissed his wife. Surrounded by feminine delights, Kyle closed his eyes and let sleep take him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He had the girl's scent. Something had gone very wrong tonight. The cabin was a complete mess, and Celestite and three of her witches were dead. He needed to know what had happened. He had quickly found one scent leading off alone into the woods full of feminine fear. He loped through the woods, moving easily in the form of a wolf. He loved the freedom of assuming his totem's form. Shaman magic had it's place, though not as powerful as witchcraft, you could not assume an animals form through any invocation. Whomever had fled into the woods was lost, traveling in circles and that made the task more difficult. Her scent kept crossing itself, and that made it harder to choose the right direction. He may have the senses of a wolf, but not the instinctive knowledge they had at scent processing. It didn't matter, she wasn't moving fast, and he quickly found her huddled on a log, crying. She screamed when he padded up, and fled. He leaped, tackling her to the ground, biting her with his teeth, not hard enough to penetrate her skin, but enough to keep her from running. He needed answers not a corpse. He let himself change, his body growing fluid as bones, skin, organs, and muscles reshaped themselves until he lay atop her, naked and hard, excited by the way she trembled beneath him. He flipped her over ...

... and her eyes widened. “Principal Burke?” gasped Tourmaline. “Yes,” he smiled, spreading her thighs. The mask of the Principal wasn't his true identity; he didn't mind revealing it to the confused witch. She was naked and, even smeared with dirt, she was lovely with her Mediterranean coloring and long, black hair. He had fucked her before, but always under Celestite's trance. He shoved his dick into her, savoring her youth. A gasp escaped her lips, and she struggled beneath him. So wonderful; he loved it when a girl resisted. He pinned her arms down, thrusting slowly, and licked the tear that leaked out of her eyes. “What happened tonight?” he demanded. “What?” she gasped. “Celestite, Onyx, Garnet, and Opal are all dead,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Why are you doing this, Principal?” she sobbed. “Answer me! What happened tonight? Why is Celestite dead?” “How do you know that name?” “She's part of my coven,” he growled. She blinked in confusion. “What?” “Where did yo think she learned it,” he growled. “I broke her, molded her, and gifted her with power. And I can give it to you.” A hungry look blossomed in her eyes. “You can give me the power to kill Christy?” “Amber?” he asked, using her coven name. “Yes.” “I can.” So Amber betrayed us. Love ever makes women weak. “Then I'm yours, Master!” she whispered, and then her hips started moving. “Kyle came! He had weapons. So I unleashed a Maniae. And it was going fine, but Christy showed up and wrenched it out of my control and put ...