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

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

... emotions. Is that a problem? There was a pause. *If she saved you, then there is no problem. I am with Fumi and Fatima and the concubines. We're in the room. Burke is after us.* That was easily fixed. I wish for all my wives and concubines in the room to be in the SUV! *Done!* Relief spilled through her thoughts. In a flash, the back of the SUV was filled with his concubines and wives. Kyle was greeted by a great chorus of, “Masters!” “We were so scared,” Toni said, clutching Alexina. “There's blood! Are you okay?” Chyna asked. “I'm fine. Christy healed me.” Britney and Phillipa piled in. They weren't part of the harem. “What's she doing here?” Fatima growled, standing in the center of the concubines, leaning on her yari. “She saved me,” Kyle said, pulling her tight. “And I'm thankful for that,” Aaliyah said, sitting on Kyle's right, hugging them both and kissing Christy on the lips. “You forgive me?” Christy whispered. “What I did to you was so wrong, I...” Aaliyah touched Christy's lip with her finger. “You saved our husband.” “Thank you,” Fumi said, her bow transformed into her glasses and she hugged Kyle and Christy from the other side. Kyle savored the feel of his three wives and looked over his shoulder at Fatima. “She made a mistake.” “Yeah, and I almost spent my life stuck in a nightmare because of her mistake.” Her yari vanished in a flash of fire and she fell into the midst of the concubines, pulling Kayleah and Ann to her. “You can cuddle with the nasty bitch, but ...

... I want no part in it.” “Maybe I should go,” Christy whispered. “I don't want to—” “No,” Aaliyah said. “You're part of the harem.” “Yes,” Kyle agreed. “You're my wife. You're the first woman I loved.” She smiled and kissed him, her lips hot against his. “Where are we going?” Shannon asked, pulling the SUV away. Kyle knew he should answer, but Christy's lips were so hot and it was so wonderful to kiss her again. “Home,” Britney answered. “We need to bunker up and plan our next move.” “There's a lot of police heading this way,” Shannon called from the driver's seat. Christy shifted on his lap, her legs straddling him, her pussy grinding into his growing bulge. This really wasn't the time, but Kyle's blood was boiling and Christy was so wet and lithe on him, her tongue wiggling into his mouth. “Can you cast a spell, Phillipa?” Britney asked “Let me think. Perhaps veil. I could cloak the car in invisibility.” “That does not sound safe.” Kyle broke the kiss with Christy, turning to Aaliyah. Her dusky face was flushed and she leaned in, kissing him. Christy's lips nuzzled at his neck and cheek, joining Aaliyah's in a three-way kiss. I wish I was naked. His clothes vanished, his hard cock pressing into Christy's wet pussy. She moaned, grinding harder, sliding her wet silk across his girth. Her hips shifted, the tip of his cock nuzzling her hole, and then she engulfed him. It was so wonderful to be buried inside her and he let out a deep groan. “Does her pussy feel good?” purred Fumi. ...