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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

... “Come in,” he smiled. “I'd love to hear about this joyous news.” A smile swept across Aaliyah's face. The brunette had a very pink aura, but her companion's aura was a strong red—not someone easily dominated. What's the redhead in to, Aaliyah? His wife's grin deepened. *She's very confused. She likes women, a, um, lesbian, but thinks it's wrong. A sin. Your time is so strange. It's so free and yet so repressed all at once.* Yeah. Humans don't make a lot of sense. *So I have learned.* “The end of the world is coming,” the brunette said, still smiling. “And only a limited number will be saved. And you don't want to be one of the damned, right?” Kyle nodded, then thought to his wife, What's her feelings about the brunette? “We're here to offer you salvation,” the redhead added. “I'm Sister Rachel, and this is Sister Hannah.” She placed a gentle hand on the brunette's shoulder, giving her a squeeze. Aaliyah slipped up, hooking her arm around his waist. “This is my wife, Aaliyah,” Kyle introduced. *Sister Rachel very much wants to have Hannah do naughty things to her. But she's scared of her desires, of sinning, and frightened she'll drive Hannah away.* “How nice to meet you,” Rachel smiled, her eyes seemed to light up as she gazed at the dusky genie. Why don't we help them out. Hannah's a submissive. I wish that you give Rachel the courage to act on her feelings and we'll see what happens. “Done,” Aaliyah laughed. “You have such wicked ideas, my love.” Rachel blinked. Kyle ...

... led his wife back to the couch, sitting down. The two missionaries followed them into the living room. Rachel kept giving Hannah lust-filled looks, color blossoming in her freckled cheeks. Kyle was eager to see how this played out. If she was a lesbian, Rachel didn't need to be in the closet, and Hannah looked like the type of girl that needed a strong hand. “So, Jesus Christ has died for our sins, but only a...” “You are so beautiful,” whispered Rachel into Hannah's ears. “Sister Rachel!” blushed the brunette, hunching her shoulders. “What are you doing?” “I've been watching you for so long,” whispered the redhead, her tongue mere inches from Hannah's ear. “For years, I've had my eye on you, wishing I had the courage to tell you just how beautiful you are.” Hannah looked like a deer trapped in headlights. “I once saw you half-undressed in a locker room. Your breasts were large and snowy and I wanted to bury my face between them and enjoy the feel of them.” “Sister Rachel!” Hannah's rosy cheeks grew scarlet. “I've masturbated so many times to that image. I've never been with anyone. I just want you.” “Well, I don't want you,” Hannah whispered, looking down. “I have a boyfriend.” “I'll love you far more than Peter. And you will worship me.” “I don't want you for my girlfriend, Rachel. I'm not...gay.” “I don't want you to be my girlfriend. I want you for my slave.” A shiver ran through Rachel. “I want to be your lesbian Domme.” “What?” gasped Hannah. *This is so hot,* Aaliyah ...