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

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

... prayer went out to the Goddess Ishtar, and she could feel energy humming around her as her amber pendant flashed. The tentacles struck her wards, the energy bowing beneath the eager desire of the Incubus. The tentacles slithered about her wards, trying to crush them and touch her flesh. Her heart hammered faster, fear and lust warring inside her. The Incubus's lust bled through, washing over her in waves of heat. There was a part of her that wanted to let her wards drop and enjoy the Incubus's embrace. It's death. He'll use me up until there is nothing left of me. “Iris! What should I do?” *Stay alive,* the spirit answered, rainbow light flashing around her. *You have to break Sable's control and not get touched by the tentacles. You'll most certainly be lost if it touches you.* “Can't you do anything?” *I am your guide, not your protector.* Christy drew in a deep breath. Her wards were holding, keeping the slimy tentacles just inches from touching her skin. They were wrapped about her, almost cocooning her in pink. She could barely see Sable on the other side of the Incubus, but she could hear the witch chanting to maintain control. “FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!” She wracked her brain for a spell that could help her. She had to get the tentacles off her wards before the Incubus's attack drained her aura of power and her defense failed. Her panic rose. It was claustrophobic surrounded by the tentacles. They were so close to her she couldn't move. It was like she was bound. ...

... Could that spell work? “Ishtar, your humble servant is in peril, cut the shackles binding me and free me from bondage!” Light flashed around her. The Incubus howled in pain. The tentacles wrapped around her ward were sliced to pieces, falling to the ground where they wriggled like fat worms. The pink blob recoiled, sliding towards Sable. Relief flooded Christy and she backed away. “Partake of my lust,” Sable hissed, “and be healed.” A single tentacle, one of the few uncut, snaked between Sable's legs. It ripped the crotch of her pants open and buried into the witch's pussy. Sable let out a throaty moan, her back arching as an orgasm rippled through her body. “FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!” The severed tentacles sprouted new growth. I need to take Sable out. “Ishtar, afflict my enemy with fatigue and lull her into sleep!” The spell, feeding off her amber aura, slammed into Sable's tourmaline aura. They were almost even in power, but tourmaline was one step higher than amber. Christy put all her energy into the spell, trying to beat past Sable's defenses before she recovered from her orgasm. “Hecate, protect your servant from her enemies spell!” Sable screamed, her counterspell repelling Christy's attack back. Christy pushed her aura against Sable's, but she just didn't have the power to break Sable's defenses. “Nice try,” Sable laughed. “But you are weaker than me. I serve a new master and Principal Burke has given me so much power! Take her, Incubus!” “FLESH! PASSION! CLIMAX!” The ...