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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... her body, rolling her nipples, sliding along her hips, stroking her cheeks. His face hovered over hers, dark, almond-shaped eyes full of lust and love. She ran a hand up and cupped his stubbled cheek and ran fingers through his dark hair. “I love you, Kyle!” she moaned “Always!” he grunted. “I'll always love you!” Her orgasm built, growing closer and stronger. “Nothing could stop me loving you, Christy!” She erupted. Her pussy spasmed on his cock, massaging him as she quaked in his strong arms. He drove harder and harder into her, his rock-hard shaft kept her orgasm shaking through her. She pulled him tight, moaning into his strong lips. His passion exploded into her. Strong jets of cum flooded her pussy. Kyle pumped a few more times, then collapsed on her. His body pleasantly heavy on hers. Warm, strong, secure. She had nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about... What are you doing, Christy? Her body shook as the guilt came screaming back up inside her. “What's wrong?” Kyle gasped. “Christy?” She couldn't stop her tears. Kyle hugged her tighter. She sobbed into his neck. How could she tell him about her guilt. I sent one of your loves to have her powers drained, and wiped your mind because I'm a selfish bitch! “Tell me, Christy?” Tell him how you sent Aaliyah to her death! But I didn't! They'll just steal her powers. Right, because Ms. Franklin can be trusted. She pushed down those dark thoughts, telling herself over and over that Aaliyah would just be a normal ...

... girl from now on. Kyle was all hers. She made this sacrifice, she could live with the consequences so long as she had him. Her tears dried up, and she clung to her love and let him stroke her dark hair and whisper his compassion into her ears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wednesday, January 22nd Kyle woke up alone. That's not right. Where are Christy, Fatima, and Aaliyah? He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and frowned. Who is Aaliyah? And why would my sister be in bed with us? “Christy,” he murmured. “Hey,” she answered. He found her sitting on his computer chair wrapped in a blanket and staring out the window. “What's wrong?” he asked her softly, stepping across the concubines sleeping on pillows on the floor. “I just couldn't sleep,” she answered. A soft, yellow light from a neighbors porch light lit her face up. She looked haggard. “Did you get any sleep?” Kyle asked her. She shrugged. “C'mon. There's still an hour before we have to be up.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed, pulling her down next to him. “I'll hold you, try to get some sleep.” She smiled wanly at him. He watched her lie there, her face relaxing as she slipped into sleep. She woke up gasping a few minutes later. Her face was pale, and he could feel the sweat breaking out of her body as she trembled. “Shh, it was just a nightmare,” he whispered to her. “I'm sorry,” she cried into his chest. “I'm so sorry.” “It's okay, Christy. It's okay. The nightmare's gone.” “Aaliyah,” she whispered. “I'm ...