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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... closed, and chanting. His biology teacher, Ms. Franklin, strode forward. She was naked and beautiful. Her gorgeous, fiery hair fell in curtains about her round breasts. Her green eyes flashed, her lush lips moved, and she pointed at his charging sister. “Hecate, send this girl into an everlasting nightmares.” Fatima dropped like a marionette's whose strings had been cut, landing hard on the wooden floor, bouncing, and rolling to a rest on her back at the teacher's feet, her yari clattering to the floor beside her. Kyle went cold inside, his emotions wiped away. He was stone. Hard, unfeeling, unmoving stone. He raised his sword. Ms. Franklin had killed his sister, one of his wives, and she would die. He was vaguely aware Rashawn Underhill chanting a spell beside the teacher. Britney leaped past him at the witch, katar flashing like sunlight on a rippling lake, striking straight for the coffee-skinned witch's heart. Kyle had hard eyes only for his former teacher. “Hecate, protect your servant!” His sword flashed. “Strike down my enemy—” Her words died. Her head separated from her body. She remained upright for a moment, before she collapsed into a crumpled heap. As dead as his sister. “Kyle,” moaned Aaliyah, looking up at him. The silver light glowing in a circle was attacking her, reaching out with tiny, silver tendrils that kept trying to attach to her body. The chanting girl with dark hair blinked her eyes, and her words caught in her throat. Britney stood at his side, ...

... growling, the Black teen's blood staining her katar. The silver light around Aaliyah vanished. “You came for me,” his Genie wife whispered. “Please!” the witch—Phillipa Stoddard—begged, a pendant made of jade hanging between her naked breasts. “Please don't kill me.” “Kyle,” Britney purred, her voice thick and husky. “Let me take this one. I will interrogate her and keep her out of mischief. We need to learn all we can about this coven.” Kyle glanced at his best friend. She actually sounded...horny. He always thought she was asexual. He had never seen her show any interest in men or women. Well, the naked witch was very attractive, with nice, round breasts and dusky, olive skin. He vaguely remembered that Phillipa was half-Korean. “Yeah, she's all yours.” Aaliyah struggled to rise. He was at her side and hugged her in a crushing embrace. Fatima was dead, but Aaliyah lived. It didn't seem fair to lose the one to save the other. He wanted to cry, but he still felt dead inside, his soul petrified. “What happened to Fatima?” Fumi asked. He glanced at his Japanese love. She knelt next to Fatima's corpse. His sister looked so peaceful, like she only slept. Fumi shook her gently, an envelope clutched in her hand. “Ms. Franklin killed her,” Kyle said, his voice empty, dead. “No,” Fumi objected. “She's just unconscious.” Life exploded inside him, hope spreading green across dead soil. “What?” “Celestite cast a nightmare spell,” whispered the captured witch. “Who?” Kyle asked. “Ms. ...