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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ South Hill, Washington Kyle and his harem piled into Shannon's expanded SUV, an excited energy in the air. Fatima's two concubines, Kayleah and Ann, were clutching each other, hopeful looks in their eyes. Kyle clutched the powered up Panacea in his hand, rainbow light shining color around the inside of the SUV. His mom was inside the house and Kyle still felt the blissful rush of endorphins from their love making. He was trembling with excitement as Shannon backed the SUV out of the driveway. Aaliyah was clutched against him, a smile filling her dusky face. “This is going to work,” she reassured him. “We're going to get our wife back.” Kyle nodded. Finally, he was going to put something right. After he healed Fatima, he was going to track down Fumi. She had called once when she reached Hokkaido, excited that she was on the trail of some magic that would allow them to be intimate without Fumi stealing his essence. And then he would find Christy. He was going to tell her she was forgiven and he hoped she would come back to him. She had made a mistake, but she had fixed it and helped save Aaliyah. Once he had his wives together, they could deal with the detective and his suspicions. Then everything would be back together. “I don't want to be disturbed while we're in the hospital,” Kyle said. “I can cast a spell,” Phillipa, Britney's mate and a witch, suggested. She was cuddled on Britney's lap, his best friend looking quite happy as she nuzzled at ...

... Phillipa's neck. “That's okay, right?” “Yes it is,” Britney purred, nipping at her flesh. “I can keep anyone out, too,” Aaliyah pouted. “Kyle just has to make the wish. This is Harem business.” “Oh, okay,” Phillipa shrank. “I was just trying to be helpful.” Aaliyah sighed. “I'm sorry. Why don't we both do it. No point in taking chances.” “No point,” Kyle agreed. He glanced out the window, watching the stores pass by on Meridian. It would only be ten minutes before they arrived. “Aaliyah, I wish that we can safely drive faster so I can reach my wife sooner.” “Nicely put,” Aaliyah smiled. “Done. We'll be there in two minutes.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mount Shasta, California Tourmaline shivered as she huddled on the wintry slopes of Mount Shasta. For days she had been been staking out the cave where Amber's trail had ended. The traitor had disappeared into the spirit realm and Tourmaline did not possess the skill to follow. Her new master, Principal Burke, had sent her after the treasonous bitch. Because of Amber's betrayal, the coven were dead or captured and Tourmaline couldn't wait to inflict her revenge. “Why does it have to be so damned cold where you ran to,” she groaned, her breath frosting the air. She rubbed her tanned cheeks, trying to work some warmth into them. Her heating spell was fading and she would have to cast it again. “Come on, Amber, finish up in there.” “She will be out soon,” a voice hissed. Tourmaline jumped, looking around. A disturbance crawled ...