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

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

... “When Aaliyah arrives, seize her and bring her to my office. Zane will accompany you.” “Yes, Master,” Shadow purred. Burke leaned back. Maybe it was all for the best that Kyle moved against him today. This new plan was fraught with risk, but he could end this annoying disguise. Five years he waited for the Jann's appearance, biding his time. His auguries had been correct and all the tedium would soon be at an end. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle pulled on his shirt as the bell rang signaling the end of second period. He had English next, taught by his concubine Ms. Capello. He grabbed his backpack out of his locker, reaching into the back pocket and found the invisible, solid silver dildo. He had to drop it off on the way to English, then he would have covered every point he needed to. “Hey, Kyle,” Corey said, catching up to him as he walked briskly to the locker room's exit. “Hey,” he nodded as the shaggy-haired ginger caught up. “What's up.” “Dude, I had the craziest night. And it's all thanks to you.” “Oh, yeah?” Kyle wondered as he crossed headed out into the rainy courtyard that separated the gym from the main building. “Aleah's sister was home last night and she made a gift of her.” “What, Aleah did?” Corey nodded. “Her sister's just as submissive as she is and now I got myself a small harem.” Corey made a fist pump. “Dude it's all thanks to you. Let me tell you, sisters in the same bed is so fucking hot.” Kyle grinned at him. “Glad to hear. I haven't tried that ...

... one out yet.” “You should, man.” Their footsteps squeaked on the linoleum floors of the main educational building. “Well, you take care. Got to go to Math. I'll say high to your pretty wife.” Aaliyah had math with Mrs. Skinner for third period. Kyle dropped the silver dildo behind the trash can at the base of the stairs. “Oh, yeah, tell Aaliyah I'm done with my task.” Corey drew back his arm and made a whipping sound. “You got to control your women.” “She's a wife, not a concubine,” Kyle laughed. “Not like Aleah and her sister.” “Who needs a wife when you got a pair of sexy redheads sharing your bed?” Corey grinned. “Later, man.” Kyle nodded, and turned to head up the stairs to the second floor when his cell phone vibrated. He whipped it out and his heart almost stopped. It was Christy. His hand shook, and an excited buzz pumped through his blood. Taking a deep breath, he tapped his screen and held his phone up to his ear. “Hey, Christy.” He winced. I haven't seen her since the attack last week, and that's all I have to say? “Kyle.” There was such a cautious hope in her voice. “I got your message. I...uh...I'm really sorry I didn't get back to you. There wasn't cell coverage where I was.” “It's good to hear from you,” he said, climbing up the stairs. “You mean that?” “I do. I meant what I said in the voice mail. I...I miss you. Come back, we can work this out. Aaliyah's fine. Even Fatima's coming around. Slowly.” “Oh, so you she's fine now? You don't need my help?” She sounded ...