The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother

... He vanished. She looked around and— His staff cracked into her back and she fell forward with a grunt, clutching her bow. She landed on her stomach, ignoring the pain, and rolled over. He stood over Kyle, raising up his staff to crack it down on her husband while he scrabbled around on his feet, his hands running across the floor like he was searching for something—his katana. She sent a gust of wind out, striking the man, knocking his staff to the side so it landed harmlessly beside her husband. The man vanished again, appearing above her. She caught his staff slamming down at her with her bow, pushing back, then sent a violent wind down the hallway, pushing the man away. “Little bitch,” he growled, righting himself. She gained her feet, whirling to face the man and firing an arrow. He vanished. She spun about, aiming directly behind her and firing as he appeared. He grunted in pain, her arrow embedding in his shoulder. “You are going to be a problem,” he grunted. “Thank you,” she smiled. He vanished. She spun about and fired. He didn't appear behind her like she expect. She whirled around. He was right in front of her. His hands seized her and then everything distorted about them. She felt compressed, every inch of her flesh drawn down to a single point. And then it all popped back into normally. They were in a classroom, desks painted in green all around them. He pushed her away and she tripped over a chair, sprawling onto the ground. He was gone by the time she ...

... regained her feet. “Where am I?” She had never been to this school before. It was big, with several buildings, and she could be in any of them. Her husband was in danger and she had no idea how to get to him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle scrabbled through the underbrush trying to find his sword. The ground was wet and covered in dried pine needles. A thick, loamy scent filled his nose as he searched. He shoved his hands into the ferns, trying to find his sword. The attacker returned, cracking him in the side. “Fuck!” he coughed, his sides aching as he breathed. He couldn't see where the attacks were coming from. His foe was invisible. He peered around, hoping for some clue and wishing he had his sword in his hand. The blow struck his left arm, numbing pain flaring up to his shoulder. “I need to do something! I need my sword back!” Then why don't you summon it, dummy! He reached out and summoned his sword. It appeared in his right hand in flash of golden light. The invisible attacker struck his right wrist. The pain was so intense. He wanted to drop his weapon, but he held it tight, pushing to his feet. He had to stay moving. He dodged around the trees, trying to stay out of the attackers reach. His body hurt so bad. How do I fight someone that's invisible? There has to be a way to sense him or make him appear. He had dealt with an illusion before. The night he had rescued Aaliyah, the witches had glamoured the bridge and made it appear to be broken. When he had unleashed the ...