The Battered Lamp Ch. 12

Class ended and she hurried after Kyle as he ducked out of the classroom. "Kyle," she called, and he stopped, turning, his eyes falling to her breasts once more hidden by her sweater.

She wanted to tear his eyes out for daring to stare at her so, but she could smell the odor of dusty magic about him now that she was aware of his connection to the Jann. He possessed an artifact of great power. It would be unwise of her to attack him without further study and planning.

But she didn't need to attack him to armor herself.

"I loved your reading in class, Lexie," Kyle grinned. "Very stimulating."

"Thank you," she giggled, stepping up. "Do you always fuck the professor?"

"Always. I can fuck anyone I want."

"Even me."

His grin slipped. "Only if you wanted me to. But, yeah, I could fuck you right here in the hallway and no one would care."

She took a step closer, only a few inches from him; his breath quickened and a flush crept across his face. "Prove it. Fuck me right here, right now."

"All right."

She was ready for the Djinn's touch, and could just sense the little bitch's power reworking her brain. Suddenly, it was perfectly acceptable for Kyle to fuck her in the hallway, and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. His cock was hard, rubbing against her crotch, igniting her fires. Once she had his seed, Aaliyah could never affect her again.

Kyle pressed her against the lockers, the metal rattling, as his tongue explored her mouth. She moaned, letting him fan her flames until she burned to feel his cock inside her. His hands shoved under her Cashmere sweater, sliding up her side, sending a shiver through her, and then he cupped her breast, and a moan escaped her lips.

"Fuck me," she moaned, fire consuming her. "Stick your hard dick inside me and fill me with your seed. Douse my fires!"

"Fuck, yeah," he grinned, his hands fumbling with his pants, pulling out his girth. He shoved her skirt up, his cock sliding up against her thigh, leaving a trail of precum as he pushed the tip against her cotton panties, stroking her slit.

"I need your cock."

"Because you're a little slut?" he grinned, stroking her pussy with his dick, pressing her panties into her slit as his humiliating words burned in her. "You're a cock-hungry whore, aren't you, Lexie?"

"Yes," she gasped, her cunt on fire. His words only made her burn more fiercely, and she couldn't wait until she tasted her enemy's cock. "My cunt's hungry for your cock."

She would make him pay for these words. But today, she needed him to fuck her.

He shoved her panties to the side and drove his dick into her, pumping fast. Her pussy felt like liquid passion, stirred up by his girth. She humped her hips against him, gasping and moaning. His lips found her neck, sucking, and she added a hickey to her illusion. He wanted to mark her, to let everyone know that she had spread her legs to the great Kyle Unmei.

"Fuck me harder, stud," she moaned, her passion quickly building. Students streamed by, grinning as they saw Kyle fucking her.

"Damn, Kyle! Don't you have enough pussy of your own?" Frankie laughed, a catch of bitter jealous it. "Or is she just another one of your concubines?"

"Nope, just some slut that couldn't get my cock in her fast enough," Kyle joked.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned as her orgasm exploded through her. She felt so humiliated, and that made her ardor burst like molten gold through her.

"She just came," Kyle gasped. "Her cunt's going wild on my cock. The little slut."

"Give her a big load of cum!" the guy laughed, then kept walking. "But remember to save a few girls for the rest of us."

"Sure," Kyle grinned, pumping faster, his fingers squeezing her nipple through her bra. His lips found he ear, and he hissed, "You ready for my cum, slut?"

"Yes," she groaned. "Flood me!" Armor me against your Djinn.

He drove harder, panting and grunting. His fingers pinched hard and he drove his cock into her, and then his seed pumped into her, warm and hot, full of his energy. She drew it into her, burning the seed and spreading his essence through her, flooding her with more pleasure. He drove into her one last time, then, breathing hard, pulled out of her and zipped up.

"That was fun," he grinned at her. "If you ever want to fuck, let me know."

"Yeah," she gasped, wiping her sweaty brow.

"Unless you want to be one of my concubines?" he grinned, stroking her face. "Be my little, submissive slave."

"Fuck that," she said. "I'm no one's slave." Not even to Rashid ibn al-Marid.

Kyle walked off with a swagger, and then his wife stepped out. The Djinn. How had she missed this? Now that she was armored, she could start making other plans. Kyle reeked of an artifact. The Jann were said to possess four powerful weapons.

She would need to tread carefully until the proper moment to strike. She would need Mortal pawns. A smile crossed her lips. Dean Burke would be the perfect pawn to start with.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mount Shasta, California

Christy could hear the skittering sound the moment she stopped her car at the head of the trail. Despite driving almost straight through the night, she hadn't lost Erinyes. Hecate's daughter still hunted her down for breaking her oaths.

Iris appeared at the trail head, shimmering like a rainbow in the oily refection of a soap bubble, shaped like a maiden, beckoning her to follow. What she needed was here. On this Mountain was the key to her freedom from her oaths she had sworn to the dark goddess.

But it wouldn't absolve the crime she had committed when she had betrayed Aaliyah to her coven. Kyle would never want her back. She had lost him. She had tried so hard to keep him he had squeezed out of her hand like a wet bar of soap.

That was life. She would have to find a way to move past Kyle.

Erinyes skittered, crawling just outside of her vision. Freeing herself from Hecate's vengeance was her main problem. She could worry about her future once she'd ensured that she had a future to experience. Christy climbed out of her car, jogging to Iris, her heart beating; the skittering grew louder.

"She's so close," Christy panted.

"But I am here," Iris smiled, placing a gentle, rainbow hand upon her shoulder. "For a time, I can keep her vengeance at bay. But we must hurry to the cave."

"Definitely," she nodded, and jogged down the gravel trail.

The woods around were covered in patches of snow lingering in deep pockets. The wan sun was setting, and a greater chill settled in the mountain air. It would be cold tonight, and Christy was glad for her thick coat, her hands shoved into her pockets as the cold nibbled at her fingers.

Iris will not save you from my claws, traitor.

Christy gave a shriek, whirling around. The voice had sound right behind her, hissing with malice. The distortion of Erinyes was skirting the edge of the trail, rippling the air, and she could feel the hatred in Erinyes gaze, imaging the pain of Hecate's daughter clawing her flesh.

"Please, no," she whispered.

No words shall sway me. No pity shall move me. I am my mother's retribution, and no power shall dissuade me. Iris merely prolongs your suffering.

How could she ever escape it? The thing had followed her across Washington, Oregon, and into California. Erinyes would follow her to the end of the earth, never giving up until it could rend her flesh. Why do I even try to escape? What life will I even have? Kyle hates me. I betrayed the man I love. I should just--

A gentle hand touched her shoulder. "Do not give in to despair. It is fouling your mind, Christy. Believe in my mother. Ishtar will see you protected."

She lies. Iris is as ephemeral as the rainbow, impossible to reach, impossible to trust, vanishing the moment you will need her most.

Iris turned Christy around, her rainbow face, a beautiful maiden's rippling with reds, blues, purples, greens, oranges, and yellows, her eyes pure white and full of caring trust. She cupped Christy's cheeks, warmth and love flushing through her. "You can trust me, Christy." Then the spirit leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon the scared, young woman's lips.

The fear left Christy, driven away by the kind spirit's touch. The hissing voice and skittering steps of Erinyes seemed banished by the purity of Ishtar's daughter, and Christy's heart beat with awakened desire. She sighed into the spirit's kiss, her arms wrapping around her rainbow flesh, soft and warm as any girl Christy had embraced.

"Wow," Christy panted when Iris pulled away. "You are a good kisser."

The crimsons and pinks seemed stronger on Iris's cheeks. "Thank you. It's not far. I have driven Erinyes back, but the sooner we reach the sanctuary, the better."

Christy nodded, and kept walking up the trail. "What is this sanctuary?"

"A place dedicated to Ishtar. A path can be opened that will lead to the Goddess's bosom and there she will judge you and determine if you are worthy of being freed from Hecate."

"And if I'm not?"

"You will be, Christy."

Christy swallowed, and reached out, touching Iris's shoulder. "And if I'm not?"

"Then you will have to face the consequences of your decisions."

She flinched, a chill shivering through her, and her stomach twisted into sickening knots.

"But you will be," Iris assured her. "I wouldn't be helping you if I thought you weren't worthy of my mother's forgiveness."

"So it's a formality?"

"Well, no. But you'll succeed. Trust me. I believe in you, Christy. You made a mistake, but your soul is full of love, not hatred."

"Thank you." A tear ran down Christy's cheek. She had felt so worthless since she betrayed Kyle. Maybe there was some hope for her.

It took another fifteen minutes of walking as twilight deepened to reach the mouth of the cave. The trail grew rougher and steeper, the footing more treacherous, but Iris led her safely there. The cave seemed to appear in the face of a lichen strewn cliff-face. Christy could have sworn there was no cave piercing the gray rock when she first glimpsed it, but now that she was up close, it was so obvious she was confused how she had missed it.

Iris stepped inside, a faint, nimbus of rainbow light surrounding her, only visible in the near darkness of the cave. It was surprisingly warm in the cave, the walls dry and there was almost a sweet scent in the air. She inhaled lilac, and then the lingering nerves seemed to wash away.

The spirit stopped in the center, turning to face Christy, a smile on her scintillating face. "Can you feel my mother's love?"

"Yeah," Christy answered, a shy smile spreading on her lips. "It's so relaxing here."

"Now you need to open the path."

"How?" She grasped her amber pendant. "Do I need to cast a spell?"

"You need to only bring ecstasy to me," Iris smiled, cupping Christy's cheeks. "Make me cum, and the path shall be revealed to Mother's abode."

Heat flushed through Christy, and she licked her lips. She dropped to her knees, the cave floor strangely soft beneath her skin. Her face landed in between Iris's legs, a wonderful, intoxicating scent, at once sweet, spicy, tangy, and tart, all mixed together into one, glorious symphony of feminine scents. She had to taste her, to pleasure this spirit.

"Oh, Christy," gasped the spirit as the witch's lips tasted Iris's pussy.

Ambrosia exploded in Christy's mouth. Iris's pussy was the most tasty one she had ever experienced. She worked her tongue deep into the spirit's hole, eager to gather more and more of the wonderful musk. Delicate fingers gripped Christy's curly, brown hair, pressing her hungry lips deeper into Iris's snatch.

"That's it," purred the spirit. "Oh, yes. Pleasure me, Christy. I've been looking forward to the feel of your lips. You have such a pretty mouth. Give me all your desire. Make me cum."

Christy's tongue flailed through the spirit's juicy sex, her hands wrapping around and squeezing Iris's firm ass, pulling her tight against her. Iris let out a low moan, her hips writhing, rubbing her pussy around Christy's face, fucking her teen lover. Christy couldn't wait to make this spirit cum, to give her all the pleasure she could.

Her lips found Iris's clit, wrapping around the rainbow bud. Iris gasped; her hips spasmed. Christy suckled the hard nub like it was a nipple, suckling with a hungry intensity. Her fingers squeezed Iris's ass, kneading her flesh.

"That's it. Oh, yes. Such passion. I love it. Oh, Christy. My Christy. Thank you. Oh, yes!"

Rainbow light exploded around Christy.

Ambrosia flooded her lips.

Iris screamed the witch's name as her body spasmed.

Christy's skin tingled, the hairs standing up on her skin. Iris turned to mist in her arms, love flowing over her, warm and beautiful, washing her with every color of the rainbow. Panting, the witch opened her eyes. The cave was gone.

She stood on a path of rainbow bricks leading through a world of colors bleeding together, painting indistinct forms that could be trees towering around her. Everything wavered, like the trees were only the ideas of trees, as ephemeral as a painting, threatening to dissolve if Christy merely reached out and touched them.

The path lead over a small knoll, disappearing behind a hill of lavenders and oranges. Christy started walking.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

South Hill, Washington

Shannon pulled her modified SUV up at Britney's house. Kyle gasped and moaned, cumming in Teleisia's cunt. Aaliyah watched on, pleased that her husband was enjoying her new concubine. "What's mine is yours, my love," she had in the cafeteria, presenting the beautiful, Black coed to Kyle. "And she is mine now."

And Kyle didn't have a problem with that.

"Did I please you, your Majesty?" Teleisia asked as she climbed off his cock, her pussy leaking his white cum, staining her dark thighs.

"Yes, you did," Kyle smiled.

The other concubines were in a pile of female flesh, writhing and moaning, kissing and nuzzling each other. Kyle put his cock away, gave Aaliyah a kiss, and climbed over the exciting mound of moaning woman. It sometimes amazed Kyle just how corrupt he had become. Before Aaliyah, he never even imagined such a decadent scene, and now it had become his life.

But what he really wanted was Aaliyah, Christy, Fumi, and Fatima. A sudden anger seized him. He wanted to lash out and hurt those that had taken them away. But they were already dead. He had killed Ms. Franklin, cut her down without any hesitation when he had thought she had killed his sister. Christy had left out of her own guilt and Fumi could kill him with her love.

I didn't love Christy enough. That's why she betrayed us.

He wanted to get rid of these feelings. He only seemed to forget about them when he was buried inside a woman, his cock pumping into her mouth or pussy or ass, his balls churning, then spitting his seed into her. He couldn't take this any longer. He just wanted to be happy with the women he loved. He just wanted to stop hurting.

He knocked on Britney's door. Franny, one of Britney's mothers, answered the door. Is she the Rakshasa or the human mother? Kyle had learned last night that his best friend not only wasn't human, wasn't even truly a woman, but a hermaphrodite with both a cock and cunt. That meant one of Britney's mothers was also a Rakshasa, and had knocked up the other mother. Kyle had always thought Britney was adopted or was a test tube baby.

"Hi, Kyle," she said, shifting nervously. "I don't think this is a good time."

A muffled scream came from upstairs and Franny winced. "So, um, can I ask you to leave."

"Who is it?" purred Abigail, a tawny-haired beauty who moved with grace. Kyle instantly realized she was the Rakshasa. "Why hello, Kyle. Would you like to come in?"

"But..." Franny looked up.

"Britney serves Kyle," Abigail answered. "She is sworn to protect him. I bet he knows just what's going on up there."

"Er, sort of," Kyle admitted. "She's taking care of Phillipa."

"Her prize," Abigail smiled, as proud as a lioness with a cub. "A perfect choice. Once our daughter has broken her, she will be so loyal to Britney."

"It still doesn't seem right," Franny muttered.

Abigail caught her wife's chin, and pulled her face. "We talked about this, and you will be perfectly obedient, right?"

"Yes, dear," Franny flushed.

"That's my prize," laughed Abigail. "We had so much fun when I broke her in."

A smile crossed Franny's lips. "Yes, we did."

Kyle swallowed. "Um, so can I go up there?"

"Of course, dear," Abigail nodded.

Kyle trooped upstairs. He knew where Britney's room was, he had been in there so many times before. He paused at the door, muffled moans and a squeaking bed could be heard, and a flush crept up his cheek. It sounded like they were fucking in there.

"You can come in, Kyle," Britney shouted, her voice sounded a little throatier than usual.

He opened the door and blinked. Phillipa was bound with many ropes crisscrossing her body, binding her limbs, wrapping around her breasts and squeezing them. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and her face was in the pillows, a ball-gag in her mouth. She knelt as Britney fucked Phillipa from behind, the Rakshasa's fleshy dick sliding in and out of Phillipa's messy cunt.

"Hello," Britney smiled, her perky breasts bouncing. They were rather nice. Kyle never realized how nice her figure was beneath all her clothes.

"Um, maybe I should wait until...?"

"I am almost finished," she panted. "My little prize has earned her reward, right?"

Phillipa nodded, moaning. Her ass was a mass of red welts, and a riding crop lay carelessly strewn on the bed beside them.

Kyle never realized his best friend was some sort of S&M dominatrix. Flesh slapped in the musty room, and Kyle shifted, his own cock growing erect. There was something so wrong and so hot about watching a woman with a cock fucking another woman.

"Oh, yes," Britney gasped. "So wonderful, my love. Let me feel you cum. Let me feel your naughty hole massage my cock."

Phillipa let out a muffled moan, her body shaking and quivering. A large grin split Britney's lips, and she fucked her harder and faster. Britney's face, framed by her thick, brown hair, contorted as her own orgasm neared.

"Oh, yes," she gasped. "That is it. Feel my love, my prize."

She buried into Phillipa, grunting and mewling. She drew back and slid slowly all the way into her prize's cunt, shuddering. She leaned on her slave's back, breathing heavily, a broad smile on her face. Then she pulled out, sitting back on her bed, sweat beading her body. White cum leaked out of Phillipa's well-fucked hole.

"What can I do for you, Kyle?" she asked.

Kyle sank down on her desk chair. "I don't know what to do, Britney."

"About what?"

"Everything. It's all falling apart. All I can think about is Fatima lying on the hospital bed. It's my fault, Britney. I shouldn't have let her go."

Britney grabbed a flannel robe, belting it around her, then walked over to him. She gave him a hug. He froze. His friend had never hugged him before. She was always such a reserved, young woman, placid as a calm lake and remote as the ocean's depths.

"You did not make Fatima go. You could not have stopped her from going. She loves Aaliyah as much as you do. She wanted to go and save her."

"But--"

"You could not have stopped her, Kyle."

"I could have," he protested.

She sighed. "Kyle, your sister is a firebrand, burning hot, flaring up the moment any fuel is tossed on her. She would not have stayed behind."

"I'm stronger than her. I could have made her stay."

Britney slapped him.

"What?"

"You are not that sort of person, Kyle," she hissed. "You are a good man. You could never have used your strength against her. And if you had, she would have hated you for it."