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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

... sorry, it had to be this way.” Who is Aaliyah? he wondered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaliyah was growing weaker. It was getting harder and harder to fend off the silvery leaches. The witches worked the spell in turns, chanting, relieving each other every few hours. The Djinn was curled into a ball, hugging herself, and praying for Kyle to come and save her. He had to come. He loved her. He must be tearing the world apart to find her. A silvery light tried to attach to her body. She concentrated her will, and forced it away. Another damned silvery appendage replaced it, and another, and another. Hope was all that kept her going. Kyle will save me! She kept glancing at the door, hoping Kyle would burst in with Earthbones, the magical sword she had gifted him, and chastise these witches for daring to lay hands on the wife of such an important man! But it had to be soon. Once her will failed, her powers would quickly be drained—and then her life would end. She would be nothing but dust blowing on the wind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Where is Aaliyah?” Britney asked as she set her lunch tray at the table. Kyle's best friend frowned, her green eyes questing about behind thick glasses, her body remained still, like the surface of a calm lake. “Who?” Kyle asked. For a moment, a memory of a smiling, dusky skinned teenage girl appeared in his mind, then a sickly-sweet scent wafted it away. “Is she a new student?” Britney fixed her emerald eyes on him, still as a forest ...

... pool. She inhaled deeply, “Maidenhair,” she muttered. “And where is Christy?” “At home,” he answered. “She didn't sleep at all last night. She seemed...scared about something. I don't know what. She wouldn't tell me.” “Of course.” Britney sat down, her eyes becoming calm pools. “I should come over after school and make sure she is okay.” Kyle looked suspiciously at his friend. “I thought you didn't like Christy.” “It is not that I dislike her. It is that I am afraid she is going to hurt you.” “She'd never hurt me,” he dismissed. “So why do you want to see her?” “Aaliyah,” Britney answered. “Who is this Aaliyah?” he demanded. “Christy mentioned her name this morning.” But Britney ignored him, calmly eating her food while she read from a text book. Kyle sighed. Alexina set a green, plastic cafeteria tray in front of him loaded with food, while Carla plopped down on the other side of them. Looking miffed, Chyna sat down opposite from Kyle, then grinned and unbuttoned her blouse a bit, leaning over. Kyle's cock hardened as he looked at her ample tits almost falling out of her blouse. Kyle wished he could fool around at school, but he couldn't afford to get caught again. That thought tugged at his memory. Yesterday he hadn't cared about getting caught when he had taken Carla behind the bleachers during gym and fucked her with... No, I fucked Carla alone, right? Then why did he remember fucking Carla while she ate out someone's pussy. He strained, but all he could remember was a ...