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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... star, creeping towards her like slimy leaches. She flinched when the lights touched her skin and tried to sink into her flesh, hungry for her power. She resisted, focusing her will to drive the silvery hands away. It was easy. For now. Please, Kyle! Find me! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy trembled. I did it! Aaliyah is gone, and everything can go back to normal. Kyle would be home in any minute. He had sent her several text messages, worried about Aaliyah. She had lied to him, letting him think the Genie was sleeping. She clutched the leaves of a maidenhair tree leaves in one hand and her amber pendant in the other. The broad leaves weren't necessary, but they helped to focus her spell. Kyle had a diamond aura, and she would need surprise and every bit of her strength to work the spell oh him. She had already modified Kyle's mother and the six concubine's memory, erasing Aaliyah out of their thoughts. When Kyle and Fatima returned, she'd edit their memories as well. Kyle would be all hers, and Fatima would have her two concubines to keep her happy. The front door burst open, Kyle stood there, his angular face twisted in worry. Fatima was right behind him, looking downcast for once, her normally bright fire burned down to coals. Christy didn't care what had soured the girl's mood; she had to act now. “Great Goddess Hecate,” she chanted, “let the ancient power of these leaves flood their minds and fog their memories.” The leaves smoked in her hand, a sickly-sweet scent ...

... filled the hallway. Kyle and Fatima breathed in, their faces relaxing as she focused her will, modifying their memories, erasing Aaliyah and Fumi from their minds, and changing the relationship between Kyle and his sister. “Christy,” blinked Kyle. Then he smiled, and hugged her. “How's my cute wife doing?” “Just fine,” she breathed and kissed him. Fatima made a disgusted noise. “You two shouldn't do that in front of such an impressionable youth like me!” Kyle laughed. “You're one to talk the way you kiss Ann and Kayleah.” “That's different! When we kiss, it's beautiful and magical. But watching you two is like watching a pretty woman kissing a stone. Such a waste.” “Well you're...uh...scrawny,” Kyle retorted lamely. “Really? Scrawny? Is that the best you could do, big bro?” Fatima laughed. “I guess it's not just your face that's stone, but your mind, too!” Christy caressed Kyle's face. “It maybe stony, but it's a handsome face. Like a marble statue carved by a Renaissance master.” “You have no taste, Christy! Let me spend five minutes kissing you. I'll make you so hot and bothered you'll forget all about my dense brother.” “Umm, he's dense in all the right places, Fatima!” Christy giggled. His sister made a retching noise. “I don't need to picture my brother doing things with you.” Joy bubbled inside Christy. Her spell worked; Kyle and Fatima didn't think they were a couple, and Aaliyah and Fumi were completely forgotten. Kyle's heart was all hers again. “Come on, I want to ...