The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Two: The Lust of the Incubus - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Two: The Lust of the Incubus

... rear, gym door. Shannon would be parked on the street not far away from there, and they could race to her SUV. “We can do this,” Toni nodded. “You can count on us, Master.” “This'll work, big bro,” Fatima said. He glanced at Aaliyah. “Maybe you shouldn't go.” “I have to. We can't appear to be suspicious.” Kyle was certain Aaliyah was Burke's goal. It was the only thing that made sense. “I'll be fine. At a moment's notice, you just have to wish me by your side. I'll sound the alarm if anything goes wrong.” It didn't help to make Kyle feel better. “Okay. Let's do this. Just act natural.” He wished the tremble in his hand would go away, but too much adrenaline was pumping through him. He opened the door and stepped out into the rain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His intercom buzzed. “Detective Donnar is here to see you, Principal Burke,” his secretary said. “Send him in,” he answered, pressing the button on his phone. The door opened and the balding detective walked in. Through the door he could see a few more cops standing in the office. All his careful plans were falling apart. His raven had witnessed the entire meeting between Kyle and Zaritha. How had that Ifrit been freed? Did Fumi do it? He pushed down his irritation. That didn't matter now. Kyle was moving against him today. His new plan just might succeed before Kyle was ready to attack. If he was cut off from his Goddess, he would have to rely on his other powers and Kyle was not to be trifled with. Not after the ...

... devastation he had wrought at the cabin. Best to move now before he's ready to attack. “So, what's this new evidence that you want to show me?” the Detective asked. “This.” He reached down and pulled his desk drawer. He seized a handful of feverfew blossoms, crunching the white petals in his hand. “A flower? Seriously, Principal? Are you just jerking my chain?” “Hecate, blind this man to the truth and feed him my lies.” The Detective's eyes widened as the spell fell upon him. “And let his men also be blinded and fed my lies,” Burke continued, the feverfew petals in his hand smoking, the vapors wafting out the door towards the other cops. “Let them believe that Kyle Unmei is a dangerous threat. One that must be taken care of immediately.” The Detective blinked his eyes, then his face hardened. “We're here to take Kyle Unmei into custody!” The Detective's voice was thick with anger, his hand drifting to his gun. “Where is he right now?” The bell rang, sounding the end of second period. “Heading to his English class. Second floor. Room 207.” The Detective stood, striding out of his office. “He's going to be upstairs, Room 207. We're not going to take any chances with him. He's armed and dangerous.” “Right, Detective,” one of the cops answered. Burke leaned back in his chair, grinning. Then he grabbed his phone and dialed. The phone rang twice. “Mrs. Skinner,” Shadow answered, his servant poising as the Math teacher. “This isn't a good time. My third period class is about to start.” ...