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

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

... walked over to her, kneeling beside her body. She had sacrificed herself, breaking through Burke's spell to keep the bastard from using her against Kyle. “Thanks, Mom,” Kyle whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “We cannot stay, Kyle.” Britney's voice was urgent. “I know.” He felt like he should be crying, but it was all stoppered up inside him. Aaliyah needed to be rescued. He could grieve for his mother latter. She would understand. Fatima squeezed his shoulder, falling down to her knees beside him. “Bye, Mommy,” she sobbed, her tears falling down on their mother's face as she bent down to kiss her forehead. “If I had only been faster...” “Kyle!” Britney's voice was firm and harsh. “Sentimentality can wait! Unless you want to fight our way through the police.” “You're right.” Kyle stood up, then bent down and grabbing his sister's shoulders, pulling her to her feet. “We need to find a source of information.” “We can start Googling when we are in the SUV,” Britney said. “And perhaps our witches could cast a scrying spell. But first, let us depart.” Fatima sniffed. “There's Niqualmie. She helped Fumi out.” “Yes,” Fumi nodded, a smile crossing her delicate face. “You love Aaliyah. You need to find her. Niqualmie would definitely be helpful.” “I do not see the harm in trying the spirit,” Britney admitted. “What's this Niqualmie?” Christy asked, slipping beside Kyle as they started walking out of the school, the butt of her new staff thunking on the ground. “She's a ...

... Native American spirit that helps lovers,” Fatima explained. “She's up on Mount Rainier.” “Yes. At Paradise,” Fumi answered. “I summoned her by stripping naked and lying in the snow. She told me about the hot spring where I purchased the ability to sleep with Kyle and not kill him.” “Kill him?” Christy gasped. “What's this?” Fumi explained what she was to Christy as they trooped out of the school and into the rain. Christy's mouth dropped and her eyes widened. The rain was still hammering down on them, but Britney used her dagger, Waterclaw, to keep them dry, bending the rain around them. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, racing towards the school. “Don't move anyone,” Christy said. “Ishtar, cloak your servant and her companions with invisibility. Let none see us or sense our presence.” The air rippled around them right before a pair of Pierce County Sheriff patrol cars screamed by, blaring their lights and sirens, pulling in to the schools parking lot. The students Kyle had trapped in the circle must have come free from Burke's control and called for help. “It is safe,” Britney said. “Hurry to the SUV. Witches, can you change the vehicles appearance?” “Yes,” Christy nodded. “Though with the rain, I could only change the color. If I make the shape difference, it will be a little obvious.” “That should be fine. And the license plate.” “Not a problem,” Christy smiled, squeezing the staff in her hand. Kyle frowned. “Should you have picked that staff up?” “Hmm?” “The one ...