The Battered Lamp Chapter Tweleve: The Peril of the Succubus - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Tweleve: The Peril of the Succubus

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Twelve: The Peril of the Succubus Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Fatima smiled and reached for her husband, who was also her brother. Kyle was naked, his body dark-brown and muscular, his cock hard and ready for her. She loved her brother so much, and was so happy that Aaliyah had made their marriage possible. She was also glad to have Kyle all to herself tonight. Fatima loved her brother's wives and concubines dearly, and loved fucking them even more, but sometimes you just wanted to be with the man you love without one of his other wives or concubines joining in on the fun. Romantic. Private. Cozy. Wonderful. “You are so beautiful, little sister,” Kyle smiled. “I know,” she said, grinning and grasping his cock. “I can tell by how hard you are!” He groaned and leaned in, kissing her. It was so wonderful. She stroked his broad back, delighting in the strength of his muscles. He was like a rock, strong and unmoving, and she wanted to hold on tight as her passions whipped through her like a forest fire. She shoved her tongue deep into his mouth, stroking faster. His hands caressed her flesh, fanning the inferno inside her. He found her nipples, pinching, caressing, playing. She moaned into his lips. He lowered her to their bed, the sheets cool on her burning flesh. She was so wet, she didn't need foreplay and spread her legs, guiding him to her wonderful spot. “Oh, yes!” she gasped, breaking the kiss as his ...

... girth drove into her. She felt so wonderfully full. Her little pussy was made to be fucked by her brother's cock. “Make love to me!” “I will,” he promised, not moving. It was wonderful; he filled her up, while his dark, slanted eyes stared down into hers. “I love you so much, Fatima.” She smiled. “I love you, Kyle. Now fuck me! Make me cum! Douse the fires burning inside me!” He pumped; she moaned. “Oh, yes!” she gasped, her head lolling to the right as he kissed her ear. Such wonderful pleasure— Dark eyes peered at her. The wall of Kyle's bedroom melted away, dissolving into darkness as the shadowed eyes moved into the room. Terror squeezed her heart and she screamed, pushing at Kyle to get off her. He kept fucking her. “Your pussy feels so wet,” he moaned. “You have to stop!” Kyle laughed. “You don't want me to do that!” The eyes were so close, and she scratched and clawed at her husband. “Please, Kyle! We're in danger!” “What can hurt you here?” Me, the dark eyes seemed to hiss. A woman's voice, deep and angry. She could see a feminine figure in the darkness, a gaping wound in her stomach. “You can't be here!” Fatima shouted at the eyes. She wiggled and kicked, her heart beating in terror. The bed began to dissolve, misting away as the eyes were only a feet away. She heaved at her pumping husband, twisting his nipples, and wormed her way out from under him. “What's wrong?” he asked, confused, even as his body began to be consumed by the dark figure. Fatima fled, running as ...