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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

... blonde knew what to do. She kissed down Fatima's dusky body, licking her flat skin, teasing her belly button—Fatima squealed and giggled—then reached the sparse curls adorning her youthful pussy. Kayleah nuzzled her silk, kissing her pubic mound, and prolonging Fatima's wonderful agony. “Lick me!” moaned Fatima, the fires consuming her. “Eat me, slut!” “Yes, Mistress,” Kayleah purred, her hazel eyes flashing up to Fatima's. “I'm eager to please.” “Yes, you are!” moaned Fatima as her concubine took her first lick through Fatima's burning pussy, gathering Fatima's dew. “So eager!” Fatima's dusky hands gripped her pale hair, running through the golden hair, then pulling her deep into Fatima's pussy. Kayleah's tongue was limber, digging through her silky folds. The fires burning in the depths of her core, stoking the higher. Fatima shuddered, gasping and moaning, humping her cunt into Kayleah's lips as Anne fingered her ass harder, faster. “Cum, Mistress,” Ann moaned, licking her ear. “Let yourself and cum on Kayleah's sweet lips.” “Yes! You delightful sluts! I love you both! You're mine!” “We are!” Kayleah moaned yes, then worked her tongue deeper, probing her depths and igniting every nerve her tongue came in contact with. The fires burned hotter, fueled by her concubines, tongue and fingers. It was about to consume her and leave only wonderful, ashy bliss behind. Her concubine found her clit, sucking that sensitive bud into her mouth. The fire exploded into a storm, sweeping ...

... through her body. She screamed wordlessly, a loud, piercing shout that resounded through the room, through the world—a beacon of burning passion. “Oh, yes!” she groaned, the fires dying to wonderful embers. “I'm glad you enjoyed it,” Ann whispered, pulling her fingers out. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as the petite girl sucked her fingers dirty with Fatima's ass into her lips, savoring her Mistress's flavor. Darkness grew over her shoulder, great shadowy eyes melting through the wall, looming over Ann's form. The eyes were part of a terrifying body, a horrible wound gaping in the shadow's stomach. Terror burned through Fatima and her heart pounding faster than a freight train. She had to flee. “No!” She shoved Kayleah's mouth off her pussy. “What's wrong, Mistress?” Kayleah asked. “That!” Fatima screamed, pointing at the looming darkness. She could feel the malevolence of that shadow. Fatima had wronged it, wounded it. “What?” Ann looked behind her. “It's just the wall, Mistress.” “She's going to get me!” Fear controlled Fatima. Nothing else mattered except fleeing from this shadowy presence. “You're scaring me,” wailed Ann. Fatima was on her feet, crouching on the bed. The shadowy figure was so close, the eyes cold and hate-filled. Fatima had to flee. She turned and ran, the bedroom wall vanishing as she ran through it and burst onto an endless, dark plane. There was nothing but the shadow chasing her. Her feet slapped the bare, featureless ground, putting all her ...