The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... shut. “RAGE! RAGE!” The elemental was struggling. Karrie Robertson, naked, her ebony skin hard to see in the darkness, had joined the other two witches. Kyle sat next to Karrie in Chemistry and she was in his Math class. The three witches were sending their voices at the elemental, rousing the spirit to new violence. Christy was losing, but she kept chanting, sweat beading her forehead as she strained to pacify the spirit. Kyle's heart was stirred at the sight of her. “We have to help her,” Kyle said. “We need to take out the witches so she can put it to sleep.” “Yeah,” Fatima nodded. The metallic bear seemed to have knocked some of the enthusiasm out of her. “I'll take the Black girl.” Kyle nodded. “On three?” “Three!” she roared and charged before he was ready. “Damn it!” He chased after his sister, leaping over a rent of disturbed soil. One of the witches, Lorrie Gore, turned, her brown hair swirling about her naked shoulders. She pointed at them, opening her mouth. “Oh, Hecate, defend your—” A green arrow feathered her throat. Lorrie looked so young as astonishment painted her face, then she collapsed to the ground. Karrie saw Fatima's charge at the last second, her dark eyes gaping in horror. Fatima didn't seem to hesitate, and rammed her yari into the Black teen's guts. Sable was too focused on keeping the elemental under control to realize what was happening. Kyle swallowed. He couldn't kill her. She was practically helpless. So he hit her with the hilt of his ...

... katana in the face. Her nose broke, she stumbled back, then collapsed into an unconscious heap. “Rage!” “Sleep!” Christy yelled. “rage...” “Your rage is spent. Sleep, Maniae.” “ra...” The hulking spirit became still, then red light pulsed upon its skin, glowing brighter and brighter until the entire clearing before the cabin was filled with a harsh, crimson light. One last, hissing cry, then it contracted. A single, red gem glinted on the ground. Christy exhaled, then stumbled, her shoulders slumping as she trembled. A look of amazement crossed her face and her lips wordlessly moved. Kyle thought she whispered, “I did it.” Britney groaned nearby, climbing painfully to her feet. She saw the unconscious Sable, and hissed at her, angry as a storming sea. She retrieved her fallen katar, and stalked towards the witch. Her green eyes glowed in the dark, reflecting murder. “No,” Kyle stated. She froze, then gave him a nod. Fatima's eyes were fixed on Karrie's corpse. “It was so easy,” she muttered. “I didn't even think.” “C'mon, Fatima,” Kyle whispered, touching her arm. “Aaliyah needs us.” She shook herself, then looked at the cabin. “Bansai!” she cried out, and charged in through the open door like a Samurai, headless of danger. Kyle followed, Britney at his heels. His sister leaped the porch steps and dashed through the open door. He took the stairs in one step. Through the door he could see Aaliyah huddled in a glowing circle. A teen with long, black hair stood at the circle, eyes ...