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

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

... Pussy juices dripped from her, landing in the open mouth of the Incubus below her. *You can't succumb to the lust!* Iris whispered in her mind. Why not? It's so wonderful. *You'll die, Christy!* It would be so wonderful to die feeling this pleasure. Dimly a woman laughed. “Drain the life out of the whore's body!” *Fight! Please, Christy!* I don't want to. This feels too amazing! *If you die, you'll never see Kyle!* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ South Hill, WA Shannon pulled up the SUV at the meeting spot. Kyle climbed out, followed by his three wives and Britney. The concubines crowded the door, peering out the door. Kyle stood in the center of an empty lot. It had been part of a failed housing community. Thick brush obscured them from the road. The rain hammered down. On his hip hung Earthbones in its scabbard. “The least she could be is on time,” complained Fatima, leaning on Fireheart, her yari. The sharp blade gleamed above her head, steam rising from it as the rain boiled off. “We're going to get drenched waiting.” “Perhaps I can help,” Britney said. The rain suddenly bent around them, deflected from their skin as Britney's katar, Waterclaw, flared blue. “Yes, I think this shall do.” “Definitely,” Fumi smiled. She held Windfeather in her hand as a bow, ready to draw and knock an arrow. “But Zaritha will be here. She is eager to get revenge on Principal Burke for binding her.” “Yes,” Aaliyah nodded. Her hand touching his back. She stood right behind him. “Being captured ...

... and bound to a sorcerer is one of my people's great fears. And she is an Ifrit. Her passions burn hot. She will want revenge.” “Yes, I do!” a voice hissed. A dusky-skinned woman strode out of the brush, her face beautiful and fierce. Steam rose around her, the rain evaporating before it even touched her skin. She was dressed in red silks, her hips swaying, as she stopped before Kyle. “You're Zaritha?” “I am,” she purred, bowing to him. “I'm pleased to meet you without disguises.” “What?” Her skin rippled and wavered like heat dancing on asphalt. When it faded, a different woman stood there, pale skin, gray eyes, light-brown hair falling in curls around her shoulder. Kyle's cock stirred; he remembered fucking Lexie last week. Then she rippled again and Zaritha's dusky beauty returned. “You were a passionate lover,” she purred. “Is that what we're here to talk about?” he demanded. Kyle wanted to crush Burke for enchanting his mother. “I thought you wanted to destroy Burke.” “Such heat,” she grinned. “Burke will be difficult to defeat. He is quite powerful.” “So are we!” Fatima exclaimed. “We kicked Ms. Franklin and her scrawny bitch's ass.” “And while you did that, Burke lurked beneath your nose.” “So what! We'll kick his ass, too. He's scared of us.” “Why do you think that?” Zaritha frowned. “He sent you to kill Fumi and get her bow.” Fatima brandished her spear. “These are power, and he's going to run scared before them.” “And you are just going to attack him?” snorted the ...