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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... matter; Fumi was so lithe and— “No!” she shouted, pushing away. “No, Kyle!” He gasped for air, his face flushed as she backed away. “Right,” he muttered, regaining some control over himself. “I don't want to die.” She flinched. “I'm sorry.” Tears ran down her eyes. “In the morning, I'm going to find that spirit Fatima told me about, Niqualmie, and see if there is a way we can be together that way.” “And if there's not?” “We'll never see each other again.” A sob escaped her and tears ran down her cheeks. “I can't take the chance of losing control and killing you, Kyle.” Another thing taken from him. Christy's gone, Fatima's unconscious, and now Fumi was leaving, maybe forever. “Let's bury the car,” Kyle grunted, turning away and concentrating on his sword. The ground opened up, his car disappeared, crashing into the pit. Fumi sent a wind to blow all the small pieces of his car down into the thirty-foot deep hole, then he closed it up. Neither noticed the license plate lying in the shadows of one of the bridge's trusses ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Britney pulled Phillipa's car in front of Kyle's home. “My mom's going to kill me,” Kyle muttered, opening the door. He grabbed his little sister's unconscious form, cradling her gently in his arms. He did love her a lot. “I'll see you tomorrow, Britney, if I still live.” “You will,” she answered. “Good night.” “Good night, Britney,” Aaliyah whispered, then followed her husband towards the house. Britney pulled the car away, ...

... glancing over at Phillipa sitting in the passenger seat, her hands tied in front of her and a gag about her lips. For the first time in her life, lust stirred Britney's cock as she gazed at the fearful witch. “You are my prize,” Britney cooed, reaching over to cup her Phillipa's round face, turning her so she could gaze at her beautiful, hazel eyes. “I will treasure you, once you have been trained properly.” A shiver passed through Phillipa and Britney could smell the fear oozing off of her. That fanned her ardor more. She would enjoy bending Phillipa to her will. Britney parked Phillipa's car in her driveway, got out, and walked around the car to pull the witch out and led her to the front door. She quickly unlocked her doors and ushered the bound girl inside her house before anyone saw. “What is going on?” gasped her human mom. “Why are you bringing home a tied up girl, Britney?” “What is all the ruckus, Franny,” her Rakshasa mother asked, sauntering in like a graceful lioness from the kitchen, an amused smile playing on her lips. “Our daughter has brought home a tied-up girl,” huffed Mom. “Look at the poor thing, Abigail, she's scared.” “She is my prize,” Britney answered, stroking the girl's cheeks. “Ahh,” her Mother nodded, understanding in her green eyes. All Rakshasas had green eyes. “She is the one, Britney?” “Yes, Mother,” she answered, stroking the bound Phillipa's cheeks. “She is beautiful.” “I will speak with Franny.” “What is going on, Abigail?” Her mother placed a ...