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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... decapitated head disturbed him. “No. They deserve to be found. Think of their families.” “What do we do about Sable?” Britney asked. “I can keep one witch in check, but not two. Perhaps we should just slit her throat. What is one more body?” Aaliyah and Kyle both gave Britney a horrified glance. He thought he had known his best friend, but there was a dark side to her. “No. That's wrong. Aaliyah, I'll wish her to be one of my harem.” Aaliyah concentrated, then frowned. “It didn't work.” “Our amulet's protect us,” Phillipa answered, “from such blatant domination. Hecate is a jealous goddess.” “Fine, I'll go take hers off,” Kyle said, standing up. He walked outside the cabin. Sable was gone. His stomach sank; he had left her lying right there unconscious. Fumi stepped up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Something was clutched in her other hand; an envelope. “We can't stay long, Kyle,” she whispered. “She's gone. We need to clean up fast. Let's go take care of your car.” “Yeah.” He glanced at the letter. She held it up to him. “From Christy. She gave me this before she left.” Emotions tangled inside of him. Aaliyah was safe, and he wanted to try and forgive Christy, he still loved her, but she had betrayed them. He needed to talk to her, to try and figure out this mess. His mouth tasted like ash; he took the envelop and stuck it in his back pocket. “Let's take care of my car,” he sighed. His car still was on the bridge, crashed into the side. Bits of broken glass ...

... and plastic strew across it the wooden deck and antifreeze filled the air with a sweet-sickly smell and dripped through the gaps in the wood. “We have to move it,” Kyle said. “Put it in neutral and release the parking brake,” Fumi said. “I'll move it.” Kyle glanced at her bow, nodded, and quickly followed her instructions. Fumi held her bow up; green light flared in the metal. Wind rushed around them and seemed to grow and swirl around the car, whipping into a vortex. Small debris skittered across the ground, then slowly spun about into the air. Metal groaned, the car shifted as a small tornado swirled about it. His girlfriend focused hard, her eyes narrowing and sweat beading her forehead. The car gave another groan, then rolled backwards. “Holy shit, that's amazing!” “Yeah,” Fumi answered, her voice tight with strain. The car kept rolling backwards, the bridge swaying as the wind whipped about its trusses. Kyle's stomach lurched and he hoped Fumi didn't dump them into the river below. But he had faith in her. His car reached the gravel road and she kept pushing it until the entire car rested on the road, then the wind dissipated, debris raining down. “That was hard,” she gasped. Kyle hugged her, lifting her up and spinning around. She smelled so wonderful, like lilies and his cock hardened. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her as his hand grasped her breasts. He had to fuck her right now. His cock was a slab of steel. His mind screamed some warning, but that didn't ...