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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... must be watching me. Celestite decided that it didn't matter. Once she drained the Djinn, she could destroy her Master and take his position. He stood high in Hecate's circle and she itched to have his power. “Kyle Unmei and three others are seeking to rescue the girl. They have elemental talismans. Be ready. Do not lose my Djinn. I will not overlook that indiscretion.” Her knees buckled. He knows I plan to betray him. And he doesn't care. Is he really that powerful? “I won't, Master. I have plenty familiars to guard us.” The phone went dead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Turn left on gravel road, one-half mile ahead,” the robotic GPS voice chimed. There was a break in the thick trees ahead, a gravel road disappearing into the evergreens. Kyle slowed his car. They were close, only a mile away, and fear squeezed his heart harder and harder. Please be alive, Aaliyah! He took the turn, gravel kicking up in a spray. The road was narrow, twisting, and his car bounced up and down as he raced down it. The dark trees swayed, lit by his headlights. The sun had set almost an hour ago, and the thick brush seemed to swallow light. The road took a hard right, the car sliding on the gravel as Kyle slammed his breaks and fishtailed around the corner. Fatima let out an exhilarated whoop, bouncing in the back. “Let's go! I'm ready to kick some skank witch's ass!” Kyle slid around another turn, driving far more reckless than he ever had in his life. There was a straightaway and a distant ...

... cabin, glowing softly silver. He floored it; the engine roared and the car bounced down the road, hurtling towards a wooden bridge crossing a ravine. “The bridge! Stop!” Britney shouted. Kyle saw it. “Shit!” He slammed on the brakes. The middle of the bridge was gone, leaving splintered edges. The brake peddle pulsed as the car slid down the gravel. They were going too fast. The rumble of tires on gravel turned to the screech of wood on rubber. The car skidded to the left, aiming at one of the bridge's support beams. Metal crashed. Airbags exploded. White smoke filled the car. Pain flared across Kyle's chest, the seat belt digging into his ribs. Panic filled him, the car was on fire. He struggled to move, to unbuckle his seat belt, when he realized the smoke poured out of the airbags. “Damn,” Fatima muttered. “Is anyone injured?” Britney asked, far too calm. “I'm fine,” Kyle groaned. “Fumi?” She said something in Japanese. “I'm all right. I bit my lip.” Kyle finally unbuckled his seat belt and almost fell out of the car. The front end was crumpled, and he could smell radiator fluid cooking on the engine block. More of the sickly-sweet, green liquid dripped down onto the wooden bridge. “I thought you were a better driver,” groaned Fatima, crawling out the backseat. “The bridge is out,” Kyle answered. Fatima blinked when she saw the hole. “Shit.” Britney stood at the edge of the hole, peering down into the ravine. The sides were steep, covered in thick, green ferns, and a brook ...