The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... chin to her small breasts. She rode her climax into ecstasy, and then slowly came back down, her body suffused with bliss, the Goddess's gentle hands stroking her hair and back. She released the nipple, licking her lips to get every drop of the Goddess's gift. “Thank you, Ishtar.” “You are most welcome.” The Goddess smiled, and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It was an amazing kiss. Only one of Kyle's made her heart beat faster. Ishtar had forgiven her, but would Kyle? She doubted it. “Iris will guide you back.” “My pleasure,” the rainbow spirit smiled, pressing her nubile body up against Christy. “You may receive one boon from my daughter. She will stay with you until you use it.” Iris gasped, then hugged Christy tight. “How wonderful.” “Do not give into despair. Kyle will need you before this is all over.” Hope beat in Christy's breast as she walked the rainbow path out of the Spirit Realm back to the real world. Erinyes glowered, still in Kyle's form, but Christy had no fear of Hecate's daughter now. She had been washed clean of the foul Goddess. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mount Asashi, Hokkaido, Japan Fumi drifted on the cusp of death, her body burning and cold at the same time. She had no energy, was barely even conscience. The only thing keeping her badly wounded body going was the copious seed the kami had pumped into her right before her duel with Zaritha. And every moment she felt herself slipping farther and farther down into the darkness. She clung ...

... to the only thing that mattered to her—Kyle. His image was in her mind, her will to live clutched at his fingers, straining to hold on as she slipped centimeter by centimeter. Someone was bound to visit the hot spring and find her, get her to help. She just had to hold on to Kyle a little longer. She felt a presence nearby. Snow crunched and warm, strong fingers grasped her body. “Kyle,” she moaned, barely more than a whisper. Somehow, he had come for her, found her upon the slopes of Mount Asashi. She was lifted, her naked, wet body draped across a warm back. Her shivering form drank that warmth. She was being saved. “Thank you, Kyle.” “I'm not Kyle,” Kyle answered. “I love you,” Fumi murmured. “I love you...” Relaxing her grip, she drifted off into unconsciousness. Warmth wrapped her. Rough blankets covered her and she lay on a lumpy mattress. Confusion wracked Fumi. She wanted to ask where she was, but she didn't have the strength. A salty-bitter scent tickled her nose—cum. Something settled on her face. Wet and soft, a spicy musk filled her nose, mixed with the scent of cum. Her Yuki-onna instincts kicked in and she opened her mouth. Wonderful, warm cum dripped into her lips, mixed with that spicy musk. Her tongue licked out, nuzzling through the a spongy, warm material, finding more cum in the hot depths. Her body absorbed the energy. It was weak, not fresh from the source, but she could feel it nourishing her body, healing her burns. She drifted back off to sleep. ...