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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

... back ached, bruised from impacting the bridge, but he pushed the pain down and readied himself to face these new attackers. Green arrows flashed, zipping at the shapes. Brush rustled, burst of wind throwing debris into the air. Fur rose before him, his sword flashed. Hot blood and pained growls filled the air. Kyle was not about to let these creatures, twisted by the witches spells, kill him. Or kill his friend and lovers. The bear drew back, its right foreleg useless. It raised up on its hind legs, compelled by magic to keep fighting, and lifted its left forepaw. Thick, sharp claws glinted. There was no time to be afraid and worry about those claws ripping into his flesh. Bellowing his kai, focusing his strike. He sheared through the thick, raised foreleg. The beast bellowed in agony, collapsing on the ground as arterial blood pumped quickly out. It struggled to rise; Kyle reversed his blade and thrust down, putting the poor beast out its misery. Fatima screamed her kai, thrusting with her yari at another bear. Her stabs seemed wild, undisciplined, but Kyle could see her flowing through her forms, the blade stabbing into the bears chest and shoulders, driving the beast back. Britney danced around her bear, flowing gracefully, and lashing out with her katar. He scanned the clearing before the cabin. A hulk charged past him, two green arrows sprouting out of its shoulder. Fumi stood her ground calmly, drawing her bow back and releasing. The bear didn't flinch. Anger and fear ...

... surged in Kyle, and he roared. Power surged in his sword. “Fumi!” He didn't understand what he did, but somehow he reached through his sword into the ground. He felt a boulder, one of the Earth's bones, and commanded it to rise. The ground rumbled and bowed. Dirt fountained and the boulder thrust up in the bear's path. The charging bear looked its forelegs, but it was too late. The heavy beast slammed into the boulder, bones cracking. Kyle ran towards the staggered bear. He hacked into the bear's flank, bringing the beast down. It struggled on the ground, and Kyle dispatched it. “How did you do that?” Fumi asked; she smelled so wonderful. Kyle fought down his ardor. “The sword,” he answered. “Right,” she nodded. “Kyle!” Fatima shouted. He glanced at his sister. She pointed at the cabin. Someone had stepped out of the cabin. A teenage girl, naked, her skin spray-tan orange and her dirty-blonde hair glowed as it was backlit by the cabin. Kyle knew her from school. Sable Purcell. He had shared English with her last semester. She threw something. The object was red, glinting in the air. It was a gem, its faceted sides catching the dim light, and landed with a thud on the ground. Red, angry light exploded from the gem and a wave of hatred washed over Kyle. A cloud of scarlet hovered in the air, then it contracted. Long, thin limbs grew about a scaly body. A head, triangular shaped, ended with thick mandibles like some monstrous ant. It hissed, swelling larger and larger, until the ...