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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... it to sleep.” “Then she'll have to pay for her treachery,” he promised. “Hecate, dark goddess of magic, I accept Tourmaline into my coven! Do you swear to obey me?” “I do!” she panted Power flooded her, far more than she had accessed beneath Celestite's tutelage. “Yes!” she screamed, cumming on his cock! “Give it all to me!” He grunted and grabbed her nipple, twisting hard. She screamed; he came. “Let's go,” he growled, standing up. He led Tourmaline back to his car, tossing her a blanket from his trunk while he dressed. His phone rang. “Hello,” he said, slipping into his friendly principal role. “Sorry to call so late,” Faiza Unmei said. He grinned; Kyle's mother was the perfect tool to get back at the little bastard. “I was up anyways,” he answered. “What's wrong.” “How did you know?” “You wouldn't be calling me this late if everything was fine.” “Right. I'm at the hospital. Something happened to my daughter, and...well, Kyle...” She gave an exhausted sigh. “I can't make our date tomorrow. How about we reschedule for next week. Maybe things will have calmed down.” “We don't have to,” he answered, playing the nice guy card. Patience was needed at this critical moment. He could not afford to alert Kyle to the threat he posed until he was certain he could destroy the youth. Ms. Franlkin had rushed and paid dearly for that mistake. “No, no. I promised you a date.” She sighed again. “I need a break from all of this. It might just be the thing to take my mind off everything.” “I know just how to make you forget,” he grinned, his cock hardening at all the possibilities he could have with her. To be continued...