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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow

... steaming as it melted against her passion. She ground her teeth. The storm wasn't natural. Some entity had summoned it, attacking her. The power behind the storm was immense, far more than that little bitch Fumi could summon. Whatever task she had on this mountain involved this powerful spirit, and the entity was protecting her, assaulting Zaritha with the elements of water and air. The slave bracers on her wrists burned. She was so close to the little bitch. She almost had her when the entity intervened. And the bracers knew it, compelling her to complete the task her master, the sadistic Principal Burke, had commanded her. Her fingers flexed, wishing she could rip out the dark sorcerer's throat and bathe in his blood. But he was human, despite his powers, and even if she didn't have the bracers, she could not directly harm him. But Fumi wasn't human. She was some sort of succubus, some local variety that Zaritha had never encountered, and the Ifrit was looking forward to venting her frustration out on the bitch's hide. A great, rumbling wave rolled through the air. Zaritha shuddered. Power had just been unleashed. The wind died. The snow abetted to a light fall, the trees stopped groaning. The Ifrit smiled, standing fully up and strode forward, the banks of snow melting before her, exposing muddy ground, steam billowing around her legs. She could feel where the power emanated and marched in that direction. She was going to make Fumi howl. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi ...

... floundered to the edge of the hot spring, reaching out with her fingers. Fear hammered through her. She couldn't see. She fought down her panic as she touched the wet rocks. She had completely lost her bearings as the kami had fucked her, and she struggled to remember where she had left her clothes and her bow. “How am I going to find my way off the mountain?” she whispered to herself, half-hoping the kami would answer her. The spirit of the hot spring was silent. “Keep calm, Fumi. You said you would pay any price to be with Kyle. It is going to be worth it.” She conjured his handsome face, clutching at the image in her mind. Tears almost came. She would never see him again. His muscular body, his dusky-brown skin, those warm eyes. But I'll have him! It's worth it. She focused on her lover, her panic calming. She crossed half the world and marched through the snowy night all to be with him. She was halfway to her goal. She couldn't let a little thing like loosing her eyesight distract her from reaching her dream. She was going to be strong. She was adaptable. She would find a way out of the mountains. The wind was at her back on the way up, it'll be in her face on the way back. “I can do this.” She slowly crawled along the edge of the hot spring, sweeping her fingers across the stone, ignoring the rough bite on her knees. She had left her clothes in parts of the stone where the hot springs warmth kept the snow melted. She just had to keep the hot spring on her left and she'd ...