The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan

... side where our husband wants you! Nothing happened. Aaliyah didn't respond. “What just happened?” Phillipa asked. “Why did she do that?” “I don't know,” she answered, her insides clenching. This was the second time she had seen Aaliyah kidnapped. How am I supposed to tell Kyle she's gone this time? “What do we do, Mistress?” Sable asked. Christy looked at the the school. “We wait here until they come out. Just like we planned.” Her body trembled in the driving rain as she peered towards the school. What happened in there? Burke was clearly dead, but were there any casualties? Aaliyah had been the gateway of communication. “There's Britney!” Phillipa called out with relief. Christy turned and saw the inhuman girl racing towards them, crouched over, almost running on all fours. Her face was darkened by black stripes, her bushy-brown hair bristling like a fierce mane. In moments she had crossed the parking lot, stopping before them. “Kyle is badly wounded. He needs your magic.” Fear clenched her heart. “Right.” They ran after Britney, the Rakshasa setting a more human pace. They raced around the wall of stone Kyle had conjured to trap the brainwashed students, their feet splashing through puddles. Britney rushed through the shattered ruins of the main doors, beckoning them onward. Christy followed. At the end of the hallway a man lay dead in a pool of blood, a black staff lying by his feet. She paused, staring at the staff, her aura reacting to it. There was something familiar ...

... about it and— “Christy!” snapped Britney. “Your husband is dying.” “Right,” she nodded, ripping her eyes away. She fell to her knees at Kyle's side. He trembled, his left leg was swollen and turning black, some sort of venom eating away at the tissue. She seized his hand, and cast the spell, “Ishtar, share your love with this man and restore him to his health.” Her amber necklace flared, feeding the power the goddess had given her through her aura and into Kyle's body. He convulsed, her power driving back the venom burning in his veins. She could feel the evil of it. This was no natural venom. It resisted her magic. She clenched her amulet, forcing her will to focus, to banish Burke's foulness from her love's body. Sweat beaded her forehead as she warred for Kyle's body. The venom was winning. A hand touched her shoulder. Sable's tourmaline aura poured into her, adding power, enhanced by Burke himself, into Christy's. She renewed her fight, pressing against the venom. Phillipa's hand took her left shoulder, her jade aura joining the fight. “You can do it,” Fumi whispered. “I can't,” she groaned. The venom was insidious, retreating before her healing power, sliding down veins and capillaries. Just when she thought she had it eradicated, the venom flared up in a different part of its body. Burke had crafted it to be impossible for a witch to heal. I need to burn it out of him somehow. Every drop of the venom had to be destroyed simultaneously. “Fatima! I need your fire!” Fatima ...