The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem

... Fatima asked, walking up, her cheek oozing blood. “I hope you killed him.” Dust swirled at their feet. “Erosion doesn't destroy the earth,” wheezed the old man. “It merely transforms the earth. Eventually, the dust settles and the land is reborn.” Dust roiled down the hallway, undulating almost like flowing water, gathering back together. A figure was rising up out of it, the old man. Christy knew what to do. Her former coven had held Aaliyah with a magic circle. Her staff appeared in her hand, flashing out of the darkness. She folded space, appearing back in Kyle's bedroom. The piece of chalk was right where she left it. “What are you doing?” gaped Fatima when Christy flashed back, bending down to make the first point. She didn't have time to answer. She crawled through the flowing dust, marking the seven points for the circle. Phillipa and Sable joined her. The pair were untouched by the dust, sheltering under their own shield spell. They surrounded the growing Jann, ready to help. Christy completed the circle. Phillipa and Sable powered it. The energy connecting the Jann to the dust was severed. All the flowing dust settled. The Jann screamed inside the circle, his flesh appearing. But he was scrawnier, all bones, his dusky skin hanging off his bones, the majority of his flesh trapped outside the circle. “Let me out!” he howled, slamming his fists against the invisible wall of the circle. “Let me out, pretty girls. I can give you such delights.” Fatima snorted. “I'll ...

... pass. You're a little more wrinkled than I like in a man.” “He is contained?” Fumi asked. “So long as one of us maintains the spell,” Christy said as Phillipa chanted. “This is how they held Aaliyah,” Fatima whispered. “Phillipa was the one maintaining that circle.” Christy nodded. “That's how I knew it would work.” “So how do we kill him?” Fatima touched her the raw abrasion on her cheek oozing blood. “No idea.” Christy reached out her hand. “Let me heal you.” Fatima smiled as her flesh knitted back together, growing smooth and dusky once more. “Thanks, Christy.” Then the younger woman threw her arms around Christy's neck, and kissed her on the mouth. Christy enjoyed the feel of her wife's lips, the fiery, young woman thrusting her tongue into Christy's mouth. When Fatima broke the kiss, Christy felt a little light headed, a foolish grin splitting her lips. “I forgive you,” Fatima sighed. “I guess, you're not going to betray us.” A tear ran down Christy's cheek, and she hugged Fatima fiercely. “Thank you.” “Fatima, send your fire into the circle and burn him,” Fumi announced. “Melt his dust into glass.” “Then you better get back,” Fatima smiled, fire flicking at the end of her spear. The magic circle died down as the witches and the concubines scattered. Heat rolled through the hallway as Fatima's flames built. The old man screamed out as the stone floor of the hallway cracked at Fatima's feet. Christy shivered, heat rushing out of the air, gathered by Fatima, feeding the fire ...