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

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

... deep breath, and folded space. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sahabah, The Hidden Realm Kyle's body was folded, compressed, squeezed into his wife's form. For a brief moment they were one, their flesh united as they hurtled through the space between realities. He couldn't breathe, move, shout, scream, cry, or release his wife. And then it was over. Blue leaped around them. They appeared in a sapphire room before his mother. Makerah's dagger, curved like a serpent, had drifted away from his mother's neck as the Unbound's head was turned to say something to Rashid. Kyle appeared just a foot away, pushing Christy away from him as he swung his katana one handed at the Unbound Marid. “What!” gasped Makerah, shoving Kyle's mother away so he could bring his dagger around and block Kyle's swipe. It wasn't a great swing. Kyle had been hampered by Christy's presence. Earthbones met the dagger, sparks flying and metal grating. Makerah grunted in pain, the dagger slapped out of his hand. Kyle grabbed his blade with both hands, sending a brutal swing at Makerah's gut as he bellowed a loud war cry. Makerah became mist, flowing up into the air, soaring over Kyle's head. Kyle pivoted, following Makerah down. The mist became flesh, a lanky man appeared dressed in blue. Kyle made a diagonal slash. “That was my mother you touched!” he bellowed as his blade curved down. Makerah's hands thrust forward. A column of water fountained out at Kyle. Kyle rolled left, abandoning his strike. The water ...

... clipped his shoulder, spinning him in the air. He landed badly, the wind exploding from his lungs as his upper back smacked the hard, sapphire floor of the room. He drew strength from his sword, rising up, coughing for breath. He held his sword out before him. Golden light flared from the blade and Kyle reached out, searching for any stone in the room [that] he could use to defend himself. Everything was sapphire. The same property that prevented Djinn telepathy and scrying, kept his commands from reaching into the gemstone. Another gout of water shot out from Makerah's hands. Kyle held his blade in front of him, one hand on the hilt, the other pressing against the flat of the blade, bracing it in front of him. The water hit the blade, spraying up and dissipating its force. Kyle closed his eyes as water splashed into his face, dripping down his body. What was taking Christy so long? He opened his eyes, glancing towards his mother. Christy was on the ground, trembling in pain. Faiza was over her, clutching the serpentine dagger that Makerah had dropped. Kyle's mind whirled. What happened to Christy? Something glinted silver about his wife's neck. She hadn't been wearing any jewelry when they had arrived. Before Kyle could understand, Makerah lunged forward, propelled by water. Kyle raised his blade, then slashed at the hurtling Djinn. Makerah became water. A sword couldn't cut water. Not normally. But Kyle put all the strength of his conviction into the belief his magical sword ...