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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

... from Toni's cute rear. “Umm, it was,” purred Lois as she ground on Shannon's and Chyna's mouths, using mother and daughter for her pleasure. “Maybe I could borrow your kitten.” Lois, his newest concubine, had been working her way through all the others concubines since yesterday, enjoying their mouths on her pussy. Kyle was a man of his word, and she loved having unfettered access to all his women. She was a Domme that submitted to him. “Wow,” Rachel gasped, suddenly self-conscious and Hannah let out a frightened meow her entire body flushing with embarrassment. “What is this place?” “Home,” Kyle answered, pulling out of Aaliyah's pussy and his phone tumbled out of his pants pocket. He scooped it up. “This is my family.” He swiped off the screen saver. His phone was still open on the phone book. Christy's number was ready to be dialed. She's my family as well. He pressed dial as the missionaries dressed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy wasn't sure how long she had been walking through the Spirit Realm. It was strange and ethereal, everything shifting and changing the moment her eyes looked away. All the colors were vibrant, bleeding together in a clash of oranges, greens, purples, red, blues, and yellows. The only thing that seemed solid was the rainbow path she trod upon—Iris. The daughter of Ishtar had transformed into the path she walked upon, leading her through the strange landscape towards the place where she would be washed clean by the Goddess and have ...

... her oath to Hecate undone and set her free from Erinyes stalking behind her. Eyes were upon her. She glanced over her back, but couldn't see anything than the shifting landscape. She frowned. What it her imagination? Or was she really being stalked. Was it Erinyes. Fear bubbled inside her. She didn't want to face Hecate's daughter who embodied vengeance. She cannot touch you so long as you walk my path, Iris whispered in her mind. You are safe on my path. Christy nodded, taking a calming breath. She could feel Iris's love bleeding through the soles of her shoes, a warmth that soothed her. She gazed down the path and the endless, changing landscape, and kept on walking. Music blared, Katy Perry's Teenage Drama, her favorite song, echoed through the surreal Spiritual Realm. Christ jumped, her hand shooting into her pocket where her cell phone was vibrating. “How am I getting a call here?” she muttered in surprise, pulling her phone out. Kyle's name was displayed on the caller ID. Pain shot through her heart at the sight of her boyfriend's name. Her hand shook as she swiped her screen. “Hello?” “...ey, Chri... …..............le.” She could barely make out anything through the hissing static. It was the worst connection she had ever heard. “Kyle!” she shouted. “...know things....end well............I need...............you ever............eyes...........I still...” “Kyle, can you hear me?” He can't, Iris whispered. He's leaving a message. A voice mail. “You.............bad ...