The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

... smiling and putting her fingers to the heater. He didn't say a word as he pulled out onto the street, turning up his radio and mindless, Japanese pop music flooded the car. Fumi leaned against the window, smiling. She was so closed to her destination. They'd reach Kamifurano around nightfall and tomorrow morning she could hike out the the hot springs. The music died. “Police have yet to release the identities of the man and woman found brutally beaten and murdered in the New Chitose International Airport bathroom hours ago...” Fumi closed her eyes, leaning against the window, sleep creeping on her. It had been such a long flight. She ignored the news announcement and let the warmth of his cum in her ass and the rocking truck lull her into blissful unconsciousness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ South Hill, WA Kyle hung up the phone, sighing. Christy hadn't answered. Her phone had went straight to voice mail—it wasn't even on. He had left a message, pouring all his emotions into it and hoped she would get it. He didn't know what else to do to free Fatima. “Well, we'll be going,” Rachel said. The pair of missionaries were quickly dressing, uncomfortable around Kyle's naked concubines and retreating out the door. Though they did hold hands. Kyle hoped they would have a wonderful life together. “Sorry,” Aaliyah whispered, pressing up against him. He put his arm around his genie wife, pulling her to him—she smelled of sweet sandalwood. “I'm sure she'll call when she gets the ...

... message.” “If she ever gets it.” “I could just summon her,” Aaliyah pointed out. “Say the word.” “And if she didn't want to be here? It's practically kidnapping.” He took a deep breath. He so wanted to summon her. He could always send her back to wherever she was once she helped free Fatima. It must be somewhere remote since the police hadn't found a clue on her whereabouts. “Master?” Alexina strode out naked, plopping down on the couch on the other side. His petite concubine pressed against him, her blonde hair, streaked with pink highlights, spilled on his chest. “Are you coming to the game tonight?” “Game?” Kyle muttered. “The girls varsity basketball team is playing tonight,” she answered. “Me and Teleisia are on the team and Toni's going to be cheerleading.” “I guess.” “What's wrong?” she asked, touching his face. “I just wish there was a way to fix Fatima.” Aaliyah's body went rigid next to him. “Done, my love.” “Done?” he asked. “What—” A gem the size of his fist and hued like the rainbow manifested on Kyle's lap, the heavy gem pressing on his balls. He winced, grabbing the gem and lifting it up, staring at it. The gem sparkled with more brilliance than a diamond, colorful lights dancing about the room as it caught the weak light of the lamp. “Holy shit!” Alexina gasped. “But, I thought you couldn't heal her, Aaliyah?” “I couldn't,” Aaliyah answered. “You wished for a way to fix her. You found a loophole, my love. Fixing things, maintaining your household, those all fall ...