The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Seven: The Jealousy of the Witch

... the car, he wasn't sure he could pry it out of her. Christy was waiting when Kyle pulled into the school's parking lot, her face lighting up when he pulled up. Then she frowned as all the women piled out of his car. Kyle grabbed Aaliyah's hand, and walked over to her. Christy gave Aaliyah a single glance, her eyebrows tightened, then she took a deep breath. “Kyle, there's something I need...” “Let me just talk first, okay,” Kyle quickly said. “There's a secret I've been keeping from you the last few days that we need to talk about.” Fear paled Christy's face, her eyes flicking at Aaliyah. “This is Aaliyah.” Kyle's stomach roiled, and he forced himself to say the next part: “She's a Genie.” His girlfriend blinked. “A what?” “I'm a Djinn,” Aaliyah answered. “I can grant limited wishes for Kyle.” Horror filled his girlfriend's eyes for a moment. “There's more. When I freed Aaliyah from her bottle, I also entered into a marriage with her.” A strangled gasp escaped Christy's throat, then she froze. He reached out, squeezing her shoulder. “I fell in love with her, too.” “Oh, Goddess,” Christy gasped. “Oh, Goddess.” Her breaths came in ragged pants, faster and faster, and her face turned red. “Breath, Christy,” Kyle said. She wasn't taking this as well as he hoped. “Calm down. I still love you. I just learned there's more room in my heart to love other people.” “W-what?” “After Thursday, I was so relieved at how accepting you were of me and Chyna. And then on Friday, you even ...

... joined in.” He stroked her face. “I love you, Christy. And I love Aaliyah. I don't want to give either of you up. I know this sounds selfish, but I love you both. I want to be with you both.” Christy looked at Kyle, then at Aaliyah. “I don't know...” “I would be honored to share him with you,” Aaliyah smiled. “He has a generous heart. There's enough love in there to encompass the both of us. And I hope we can become close as well.” “You mean...” A blush suffused his girlfriend's lips. “Kyle tells me you're bisexual?” Fatima had explained the concept to Aaliyah last night. Christy nodded. “Well so am I. We can satisfy each other whenever Kyle is dallying with others.” “Others?” Christy asked. “He is a great man with a powerful destiny,” Aaliyah answered. “And great men have appetites that must be satiated. There will be other wives, and women like Chyna. His concubines.” “How many wives?” “Four,” Kyle answered. “Four women I love, and who I hope love me and can share me with each other.” “Are you Mormon, Kyle? Do you want to move to Utah, or something?” Kyle knelt down and produced a ring that Aaliyah had conjured last night. The Genie and Fatima wore similar engagement rings. He took Christy's hand, and her expression became even more bewildered. “I loved you the first time I saw you. I want you to be my wife, to be my love. You were the first girl I ever loved, and I want you to be with me for as long as we live. I just ask that you find it in your heart to share me with Aaliyah ...