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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... And when I found out...” Her face tightened, anger blossoming. “Did you really just expect me to share you? We were dating first! I shouldn't have to share you! That's not the way love works! ” “And casting some spell on me is?” he roared back. “And handing over someone I care about to be drained.” His eyes widened. “Fuck! Is draining her going to hurt her?” “Just make her human,” Christy answered. “She'll be fine.” “No, she will not,” Britney answered. “The Djinn's power is her life. Once it is drained, she will return to dust.” Christy gasped, stumbling back in horror. “No. That's not what...” “Why didn't you just say something, Christy?” Kyle demanded. “Why did you make me think you were okay with all of this. We could have talked this over. We could have found a way. You didn't have to wipe my memory and capture Aaliyah!” She looked up at him, her face quivering, tears running down her cheek. “You made it clear that I had to share you or lose you! You didn't care about my feelings! You just wanted to fuck any woman that got your dick hard, and I just had to live with that!” “But Chyna?” Kyle frowned. “You didn't care about me and Chyna. I thought—” “A spell was cast on you, Kyle! You couldn't help wanting her! My damn coven leader's been trying to break us up and she enchanted you and Chyna.” Christy shuddered. “The bitch wants me as her...lover. The things she makes me do...” “Shit!” Kyle cursed, trying to think. Aaliyah was in danger. Christy's reason for her betrayal ...

... didn't matter right now. “Where is Aaliyah? Where is she?” “A cabin,” Christy answered. “Near Eatonville. 24509 Timber Road.” She reached out towards him. “I'm sorry, Kyle. I just...I love you so much. I didn't know she'd die. I just wanted you to myself.” He withdrew. “I...fuck, Chasity. I can barely stand to look at you right now! How can I trust you? And if Aaliyah dies...” His fist clenched and he leveled her a flinty look. “Goddamn it! What am I supposed to do about this?” “I'm sorry, Kyle,” she sobbed. “Please!” Anger burned inside him. His body was tensed, wanting to lash out. It was like trying to contain an avalanche. Fear, anger, hatred, love, betrayal crashed inside him. He couldn't think. He didn't know what to do with Christy. How could he forgive her? How could he still love her? “Forgive me, Kyle! Please! I can't lose you!” “How?” he roared. “How can I possibly forgive you? You sent Aaliyah to her death!” That fact hit him in the gut. He stumbled back. “Oh, god, you sent her to her death. Fuck, Christy. How could you do that?” He didn't try to hide his disgust. Christy gave a single, ragged sob, then fled out of the living room. He didn't stop her. The room was silent for a moment, and then Fatima dropped the weapons Aaliyah had given Kyle on the coffee table with a loud clatter. He hadn't even noticed his sister leave. “We can deal with the bitch later!” Fatima shot the retreating Christy a glare full of fire. “We need to save Aaliyah now!” Kyle grabbed the ...