The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

... to fuck, let me know.” “Yeah,” she gasped, wiping her sweaty brow. “Unless you want to be one of my concubines?” he grinned, stroking her face. “Be my little, submissive slave.” “Fuck that,” she said. “I'm no one's slave.” Not even to Rashid bin Al-Marid. Kyle walked off with a swagger, and then his wife stepped out. The Djinn. How had she missed this? Now that she was armored, she could start making other plans. Kyle reeked of an artifact. The Jann were said to possess four powerful weapons. She would need to tread carefully until the proper moment to strike. She would need Mortal pawns. A smile crossed her lips. Principal Burke would be the perfect pawn to start with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mount Shasta, California Christy could hear the skittering sound the moment she stopped her car at the head of the trail. Despite driving almost straight through the night, she hadn't lost Erinyes. Hecate's daughter still hunted her down for breaking her oaths. Iris appeared at the trail head, shimmering like a rainbow in the oily refection of a soap bubble, shaped like a maiden, beckoning her to follow. What she needed was here. On this Mountain was the key to her freedom from her oaths she had sworn to the dark goddess. But it wouldn't absolve the crime she had committed when she had betrayed Aaliyah to her coven. Kyle would never want her back. She had lost him. She had tried so hard to keep him he had squeezed out of her hand like a wet bar of soap. That was life. She would ...

... have to find a way to move past Kyle. Erinyes skittered, crawling just outside of her vision. Freeing herself was her main problem. She could worry about her future once she's ensured that she had a future to experience. Christy climbed out of her car, jogging to Iris, her heart beating; the skittering grew louder. “She so close,” Christy panted. “But I am here,” Iris smiled, placing a gentle, rainbow hand upon her shoulder. “For a time, I can keep her vengeance at bay. But we must hurry to the cave.” “Definitely,” she nodded, and jogged down the gravel trail. The woods around were covered in patches of snow lingering in deep pockets. The wan sun was setting, and a greater chill settled in the mountain air. It would be cold tonight, and Christy was glad for her thick coat, her hands shoved into her pockets as the cold nibbled at her fingers. *Iris will not save you from my claws, traitor.* Christy gave a shriek, whirling around. The voice had sound right behind her, hissing with malice. The distortion of Erinyes was skirting the edge of the trail, rippling the air, and she could feel the hatred in Erinyes gaze, imaging the pain of Hecate's daughter clawing her flesh. “Please, no,” she whispered. *No words shall sway me. No pity shall move me. I am my mother's retribution, and no power shall dissuade me. Iris merely prolongs your suffering.* How could she ever escape it. The thing had followed her across Washington, Oregon, and into California. Erinyes would follow her to the ...