The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior

... broken. He had surrendered to save her. Despair filled his heart and Christy couldn't seem to reach through the morasses that covered him. She walked to him, kneeling before him and cupping his face in her hands. Kyle didn't resist as she forced him to look at her. “Speak to me, my love. Don't withdraw.” Tears misted her eyes. “I need you to be my strong warrior.” “I fucked up,” he whispered, his voice cold, dead. “You just wanted to save your mom.” “And I failed again.” “Don't give up. There's still hope we can save her. Aaliyah, Fatima, and Fumi are still free. They'll find a way to save us.” Kyle pulled away, stretching out on the floor. “We're going to spend the rest of our lives in this room, Christy.” She stretched out beside him, resting her head on his chest. “At least we'll be together.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hecate forced Faiza to heave Rashid's corpse to the floor. Makerah stood over, his hand coated in blood, a wild look in his eyes. He brought his hand to his lips, licking his father's blood. The Unbound were all broken in their own ways. “I get to be the Sultan finally,” he grinned. “My father cannot stop me now.” “No, my pet,” Hecate purred through Faiza, commanding her vessel to stroke Makerah's face. Hecate had made him her familiar, enhancing his strength. Without it, he would have been killed by Kyle's blade in the throne room. “And I will be your Sultana.” The power of the Hidden Realm was at hand. She would finally have the strength to destroy ...

... that slut Ishtar. Rashid had proved too strong of will to be controlled, but Makerah was perfect. He was already bound by Rashid's chain, used to the domination of another. “Kyle needs to die,” Makerah hissed. “He hurt me. I need to rip his body limb from limb.” “Yes,” Faiza purred. “And you don't need to hide your full strength from your father any longer.” “Kyle must die now.” Hecate didn't care at all about Kyle. But there was no harm in letting Makerah have his revenge against the youth. “Let us go and attend to him,” she smiled. “You have earned your reward, my pet.” Makerah strode eagerly forward and Hecate forced Faiza to follow, not letting her vessel dress. Hecate did not care about Faiza's morality. Please don't kill my son, Faiza moaned in the depth of her soul, pulling at the chains of Hecate's power. Please! He's an innocent. Hecate laughed. There were no such things as innocence. Every baby came into the world stained in blood and afterbirth. The courtiers and servants of Rashid gasped in horror as Makerah strode out. “I am the Sultan now!” he cackled, still clutching Rashid's heart. None of them had the backbone to deny him. “Sultan,” they bowed. Faiza followed Makerah as he brandished Rashid's heart to all who passed, reveling in his father’s downfall. The Unbound was more unhinged than usual. They entered the sapphire wing, the homunculi obeying Makerah and parting to let them pass. In a small, diamond antechamber, the jailer arose, gaping, “What is going on?” ...