The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Three: The Watery Dagger

... to South Hill faster?” *I can* she beamed. *Is that what you want to spend your boon on?* “Yes! I need to be with Kyle right this instant. He's in trouble.” *I don't move that fast,* Iris giggled. *Take Sable's hand and we shall travel upon the rainbows* She seized her concubine's hand, the other clutching her amber pendant swinging beneath her naked breasts. It wasn't too cold in the cave, but she really wished the Incubus hadn't ripped her clothes to shreds. Rainbow light danced around them, then they were soaring through the skies. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ South Hill, WA Aaliyah wasn't able to go straight to math class after gym. She had to drop off one of the silver dildos. It also meant she couldn't walk with her husband across the courtyard before they had to split off. Beside the Gym was the music department. She slipped into one of the music rooms, unoccupied during this period, and threaded her way through the chairs and then the collection of drums and other strange instruments. Her finger traced one made of different lengths of metal bars laid out side-by-side on one instrument. She tapped one with her fingernail and a sharp, chiming note rang out. She smiled and struck another one and a third before she remembered she had class. “I cannot tarry,” she sighed. School was something she enjoyed. It was structured and solid. Be here at this time. Then go there. So wonderfully ordered and solid, even if she had math class next. She dropped the silver, invisible ...

... dildo behind one of the strange instruments. A thought popped into her mind. “I wonder if Fatima played with hers. I bet she did.” Her cheeks flushed as she pictured Fatima working the invisible dildo out of her tight, bald pussy, her lips spreading up around seemingly nothing, revealing her beautiful, pink depths. “Maybe Kyle would like to have fun in English. Ms. Capello could tutor him later and...” She sighed. We must attend to Burke and cleanse this wonderful place of his presence. She crossed back out of the music room, not bothering to play the strange instrument. A minute later, she strode through the hammering rain, hunching in the coat she wore as she hurried across the courtyard to the main building. The bell rang. She was late for class. Her shoes squeaked as she strode through the hallway, water dripping off of her, leaving damp puddles in her wake. Her math class was on the first floor, and she quickly reached it, pushing into the door. “Sorry I'm late, Mrs, Skinner,” she said, smiling at the woman. “That is inexcusable,” the teacher snapped, her face, framed by brown curls, stern. “Not right at all.” She looked down. “I'm humbly sorry.” “You need to see the Principal. Zane, come with us as well.” Her insides twisted. She couldn't go to the Principal. Everything she knew about school said this was an overreaction. “Are you one of his?” she asked, backing into the hallway. “Seize her, Zane!” snapped the teacher. A tall, brawny youth stood up, one of the brawlers ...