The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... reading. He couldn't remember her ever seeming so agitated. Even when she was stressed over a big test, she never seemed to lose her calm. At a stop sign, he moved up the bus's aisle, ignoring the drivers yells, and sat down next to her. “What's wrong?” “I am just eager to see Christy,” she answered, her breath coming in quick, rapid intakes. “You seem really stressed.” “I am,” she answered as the bus slowed at his stop, the doors squeaking open. Britney was up in a flash, striding to the doors and down the stairs before he could even react, moving at a brisk walk, practically a jog, towards his house. Kyle followed after her, almost falling down the stairs, and had to run to catch up with his friend. “What has gotten into you!” he shouted. “Nothing!” she roared, her face angry like a storm-tossed sea, and she suddenly raced towards his house with a burst of speed, leaping up the steps and landing lightly on the porch. “Kyle!” He glanced away from his friend's strange athletic display and saw a Japanese girl waving at him. She was beautiful, with blue-black hair, and a very lithe body. She seemed to know him, though Kyle couldn't place who she was. Fumi, a faint voice whispered in his head, then was wafted away by a sickly-sweet scent. “Christy!” Britney growled. There was a splintering crash. Kyle gaped; his best friend had just kicked in the front door of his house. He caught a momentary glance of Christy on the other side, a bunch of leaves clutched in one hand, and then ...

... Britney was on her and the two girls fell to the floor in a tangle of wild hair and limbs. “Shit!” Kyle raced to his house, taking the porch steps two at a time, and hurtled through the shattered doorframe. Britney was atop Christy. His girlfriend was curled up in a ball to fend off Britney's wild attacks. He grabbed his friend, anger burning in him, and yanked her off his wife, heaving her to the right. She tumbled across the floor and came up in a low crouch. Her glass had flown off, and her green eyes seemed to glow, growing into slits like a cat's eyes. Dark markings blossomed, striping across her face, and her bushy hair no longer seemed like a tangle of hair, but the mane of a magnificent beast. “Get away from her, Kyle!” she growled, fierce and feral. “What the fuck are you!” he demanded. Christy whimpered on the ground behind him, her face scratched. “Wh-what's going on, Kyle?” “Get away from her, Kyle,” his once friend-turned-monster slowly said. “She is dangerous!” “Really?” he demanded. “You could fool me! You need to get the fuck out of here, Britney. I'm not—” Britney leaped at him. He set himself, falling into a judo stance, and lashed out at her. She ducked his thrust and grabbed his arm. He tried to fend her off as she twisted, reaching out to seize her hand and pry her fingers off his arm. She pivoted and he was thrown across her hip, landing hard on his back. “Kyle!” Christy shrieked. “Help me.” Britney grabbed his wife by the throat. “Release your spell, ...