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

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

... I'm free of Hecate! And he's forgiven me! I can't lose that now! She bit down on the tentacle in her mouth, biting through rubbery flesh. Foul ichor filled her as the Incubus howled. She spat out the rubber flesh, gasping for air. The two tentacles driving in and out her pussy and ass worked harder, pleasure tumbling through her. But she fought it. She focused on her love, and cried out, “Ishtar, cool this Spirit of Tainted Love. Smother its ardor beneath your gentle caress.” The tentacles fucking her spasmed and twitched. “No!” Sable screeched. “Hecate, inflame this Spirit of Tainted Love. Fan its ardor with your passionate breath. Let lust consume it.” “Cool your ardor, Incubus!” Christy yelled, pushing all her energy into fighting Sable's control. She had love on her side. “Purify this Tainted Elemental. Wash it clean of the foul energy that has twisted it away from Love. Let it once again be an innocent Cherub.” The tentacles began to withdraw, driven back by Christy's love for Kyle, reminding the monster of its true nature. “No!” Sable hissed, her voice thick with hate. “Do not relent! Do not go back to being such a weak Elemental. Indulge in her flesh. Drink her passion! Taste her lust!” “Cool your ardor and let love again flourish.” The tentacles lowered her to the ground as the pink blob contracted and spasmed. “No! You fucking bitch!” Sable screamed, drawing a knife from her pocket. “I'll fucking gut you myself.” Fear squirmed in Christy's stomach as she faced the ...

... unhinged witch. Sable's spray-tanned face twisted in murderous rage. She stalked across the cave, passing the blob that was glowing pink, morphing back into what it was always meant to be. Sable stabbed at her. Christy caught her arm, stopping the blade from biting into her flesh. The force of the attack drove her back, the sharp rocks of the cave wall biting into her back. Her sweaty hands gripped Sable's, striving to keep the enraged teen from gutting her open. “I'll rip out your entrails! You betrayed the coven! Ms Franklin and our sisters are dead because of your treachery.” Over Sable's shoulder, a Cherub rose, white wings beating as the pink, angelic form floated into the air. “Cherub, pierce Sable's heart with love!” The Cherub drew its bow and fired a pink arrow at Sable's back. The knife clattered from Sable's hand. Her face twisted into joy. “My love,” she shouted, then embraced Christy and thrust her tongue into the surprised girl's mouth. “I love you so much,” she moaned between kisses. “Let me be yours always. Please.” “But...I have a husband,” Christy said, surprised by the reaction. She didn't intend to dominate Sable with love. Sable fell to her knees, looking up at her with beseeching eyes. “Just let me be yours. Please. Let me be near you.” Her hand touched Christy's naked thighs, sliding up to her groin. “I can please you.” God, she is beautiful. Christy's body was still burning with lust as Sable's fingers touched her aching pussy. And Fatima has concubines. ...