The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Nineteen: The Cute for the Sister

... against any attack, including the police.” “Do you think it'll come to that.” Britney nodded. “We missed something, Kyle. They have something on you that ties you to the scene. It will not be long before they make their move.” “Great,” he muttered. “Okay, let's figure out what we need to do to transform the house into a bunker.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Monday, January 25th – Kamifurano, Hokkaido, Japan “You delightful kami!” a man moaned, drawing Fumi out of her exhausted sleep. She was wrapped in warmth, dancing heat on her face. She struggled to open her eyes. A man grunted, a woman moaned, a mattress squeaked. The scent of sex tickled her nose and she breathed in that wonderful scent. Fumi opened her eyes. And saw nothing. Panic flooded her. She struggled to move, but she was too weak. The bed rasped beside her. I'm in a motel room. Her nose detected the scent of a man's arousal. A woman gasped and moaned. A woman's riding a man in the next bed. “That's it,” purred the woman. The voice was so familiar. Fumi struggled to remember. She had been at the hot spring. The kami had taken her sight as payment and— Zaritha had attacked her with fire. That's why the voice sounded familiar. She had been captured by the fire witch. Her body burned, remembering the pain she had experienced as that woman's horrible flames danced upon her flesh. Fear clutched at Fumi and she struggled in the confines of the heavy blankets. “Don't move!” moaned Zaritha. “You're still injured.” “Such ...

... a sweet whore!” groaned the man in Japanese. “Oh, yes! Work those hips! I'm gonna fill your cauldron up.” “Good,” Zaritha purred. “Give me all your seed.” Fumi felt so weak, her stomach a pit. She felt like she hadn't consumed any cum for weeks. She didn't even have the strength to push the heavy blankets off herself and escape the woman that had tried to murder her. “Yes!” the man moaned and Fumi could smell the scent of his cum flooding into Zaritha's cunt. “Oh, yes!” “Good,” purred Zaritha. “Sleep and regenerate.” The man groaned and then a soft, rasping snore echoed through the cabin. Fumi could smell the cum, her nostril flaring as she inhaled. Even scared, she licked her lips at the scent of cunt. Her body needed that life-giving substance. The bed shook and moved; Zaritha crawled onto it, straddling her face, and Fumi remembered her dream. “Have you been feeding me?” she asked. “Every hour,” Zaritha purred. “Your wounds have almost healed.” “Why?” “You freed me.” A drop of cum fell out of Zaritha's pussy on to Fumi's lips, and she licked the salty fluid into her mouth, her body purring with delight. Then the pussy was pressing into Fumi's lips. “Your arrow knocked off my slave bracer. I came back to save you.” Fumi didn't care, her body needed the cum. “Umm, keep licking me. Your tongue is so delightful, Fumi.” She wormed her tongue into every part of Zaritha's spicy pussy, savoring the heat of her flesh as she searched for every bit of the life-giving cum. It was not ...