The Battered Lamp Ch. 13

"Mr. Unmei."

His concubine, Ms. Capello walked up, concern on her face. She was supposed to be teaching the English class that Kyle had been pulled out of. She raced up, those wonderful tits of hers bouncing beneath her tight, silk blouse, nipples pressing hard, and Kyle smiled. He loved how obscene she looked without wearing a bra. Just the way he liked her.

"Ms. Capello," he smiled, enjoying the way she blushed.

"Is everything all right?"

"Are you concerned?"

She took a quick look around; they were alone in the hallway. But she stepped forward anyway. "Do the cops suspect your involvement in...the cabin?"

Kyle narrowed his eyes. "How do you know about that?"

"Some of the concubines told me yesterday during lunch. I believed them about Aaliyah, too. That she's a..." She mouthed the word Genie. "It makes sense." She took a deep breath, and asked, "Did you really rescue Aaliyah and...kill those students?"

He stroked her face. "And if I said yes?"

She smiled and shivered. "I would know you are a man that fights for his loved ones." Her voice was throaty, her eyes shining with lust.

"You like powerful men, don't you?"

"Isn't that obvious? I get so wet for you." Her hands reached out and touched his crotch, rubbing his hardening cock. "Why don't you make a wish and we can have a little fun, Master."

"Yes, Ms. Capello," he grinned, his hand squeezing her large breast through her blouse.

Aaliyah. I wish that no one cares that I'm fucking in the hallway.

Why don't you just wish that no one cares whenever your fucking so you don't have to keep making the same wish! Her thoughts were full of irritation that surprised Kyle.

You don't have to snap at me, Aaliyah. You are my Genie, remember?

Sorry for snapping, my husband. I'm taking a math test and the class is almost over. I am very sorry and I would, of course, grant your wish.

Not that good at math?

No. Why do I need to know all these numbers?

He chuckled. I've asked Britney and Christy that very question.

You have fun. Maybe I'll take my concubine and enjoy myself in the restroom and work off this frustration.

I wish you can fuck any woman and no one will care.

Thank you, my love.

Ms. Capello unbuttoned her silk blouse. "I know you love my tits, Master," she purred.

"You're such a bad teacher."

"I am." Her blouse hung open, her heavy breasts peeking out. "I bet you're thinking about all the naughty things you want to do with my tits."

"I want to feel them wrapped around my cock."

"Ohh, a titty fuck? We'll need a chair for you."

A quick wish to Aaliyah took care of that. Once Kyle mentioned he needed it for sex, his Genie didn't have a problem conjuring it. Ms. Capello was eager to please him, dropping to her knees and unzipping his pants. She smiled as she drew him out, stroking him, then bending down to lick his cock, sucking him to full girth.

The hour changed and students began pouring out into the hallway. Aaliyah's awesome powers worked as usual, the students not caring at all that he was getting a titty fuck from his professor. "Work those sweater puppies," Hector called out. "Damn, why can't my professor ever be that friendly?"

"You just need to have a way with women," Kyle laughed.

"Mr. Unmei definitely knows how to work his tool," Ms. Capello laughed.

A cute girl walked by. "Hey, you're looking good today," Kyle grinned at her. "Love that skirt."

The girl shot him a weird look, her pale cheeks blushing as she scurried away.

He felt invincible. The cops didn't suspect his involvement in the mess that happened out at the cabin. Even if he was completely justified in what he had done, it would be hard to explain to the cops. Other than Christy's involvement with the coven, Kyle was positive they left nothing behind that could be traced back to them.

"Hey, Lois, love that ass," Kyle called out as the Native America girl sauntered by in a pair of skinny jeans with red hearts stitched on the rear pockets, drawing your eye to those lush cheeks as they writhed as she walked. She turned, a wicked smile on her face.

"Are you an ass man, Kyle?" Lois Smilingfox asked. "Because it looks like you're a boobs man from here."

"I like everything about a pretty woman."

"You seem to be taking Christy's disappearance just fine."

Kyle grimaced. "She didn't disappear. She just...needed to do something."

"I'm helping to soothe him," purred Ms. Capello. "My student is hurting, and I need to provide relief."

"So you're adding professors to that harem you're gathering." She walked over, peering down at Ms. Capello working her tits up and down his cock. "She's enthusiastic."

"Yes, she is," Kyle groaned.

"Are you gonna cum?"

"Yeah." The pleasure was building in his tip and the saucy smile on Lois's cinnamon-colored face was going straight to his balls. Ms. Capello's tits slid faster, his professor sensing desire.

"Cum on my tits, Master," she moaned.

"Master?" Lois raised an eyebrow. "So she'll do anything you tell her?"

"Uh-huh." The pleasure built and built, his balls tightening. Ms. Capello licked her lips as her heavy tits rubbed up and down, caressing him in silk. "Shit!"

He erupted.

Cum pulsed out of him, sending shudders through him. He groaned through grit teeth, his head banging back against the metal locker. Lines of white landed across Ms. Capello's heavy tits, then ran in thick drips down her boobs to her stomach. More splashed on her face, her pink tongue licking out and gathering gobs of spunk. She moaned as she savored his salty flavor.

"You are a stud," laughed Lois. "So, would she do anything?"

"I would," Ms. Capello answered. "For Kyle."

"She's a good slut," purred Alexina, Kyle's blonde concubine. She strode up, pressing against Kyle and kissing his cheek.

"Would she even lick my pussy?" Lois asked, Color darkened her cheeks as she eyed the cum-stained professor.

"If Kyle ordered it," Alexina answered.

"I would," moaned Ms. Capello.

Lois's dark eyes found Kyle's. "That is fucking amazing. Can she?"

"And what would you give me?" he asked

"Are you pimping out your professor?" Her hips shifted, her thighs pressing together.

"If the price is right."

"This is so wrong," she moaned. "How about fifty dollars?"

Kyle shook his head.

"Seventy? I've been dreaming about her all semester."

"Nope."

"I don't have much more. Come on, Kyle, work with me." Her hand touched his arm.

"Let me fuck your ass."

Alexina giggled, reaching down to stroke Kyle's cock. "He's nice and hard for you, but let me get him wet."

Alexina fell to her knees and sucked Kyle's cock into her lips.

"What do you say, Lois? I fuck your ass and Ms. Capello licks your pussy."

Lois eyes widened. "No way."

He shrugged, savoring Alexina's skillful blowjob. "She'll lick your cunt while I fuck that gorgeous ass."

"I couldn't..." Her eyes flicked to Ms. Capello's cum-stained tits still hanging out and at her plump lips.

"You can." Kyle reached out and touched her cheek. "You'll enjoy it."

"Where?" she whispered.

"Right here."

Her eyes widened and then she smiled. "You think you can get away with anything."

"I can. Hey, Mr. Wilkie," Kyle nodded as his drafting professor walked by.

Alexina sucked harder. She remembered how much trouble Kyle had gotten for parading her into Mr. Wilkie's class covered in his cum. But Kyle had made his new wish, and the professor couldn't get mad now.

"Enjoying your lunch period?" the professor asked, eyeing them. He did a double-take at Alexina, frowning, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Is something wrong, sir?" Kyle asked.

"No, no," the professor answered. "I just had the weirdest idea that you weren't supposed to be doing this, but...obviously, you and Aaliyah are allowed to." The professor shook his head. "Well, I'll see you later."

Lois gaped at Kyle as the professor walked off. "You are something else. We have a deal." Her hands went to the fastener of her jeans, unsnapping them. Then she worked them down, her black thong pulled down with them. She had a triangular patch of black hair over her shaved pussy. He could smell her excitement, tart mixed with the sweat beading her forehead.

"Let me lube her, Master," Ms. Capello smiled, digging two fingers into her cunt, then spreading Lois's lush cheeks. The Native American girl gasped as the professor worked her two glistening fingers into her bowels, reaming them in and out as she leaned against the lockers. "Doesn't that feel wonderful, Miss Smilingfox?"

"Mmm, it does."

"Wait until you feel my Master's cock. You'll scream for joy." Ms. Capello turned, smiling up at him. "She's all ready, Master."

"Then start licking my snatch," moaned Lois. "We had a deal."

"Gladly." The professor slid between her legs, pressing her face up into Lois's cunt, licking.

Lois shuddered. "That's it. Oh, wow. She's amazing."

Alexina pulled her lips off his cock and Kyle stood up. He pressed his wet cock against Lois's ass, then spread her butt-cheeks. Her anus was brown and wet with cunt juices. He loved the feel of her ass as he moved his cock into her crack, pressing it against the puckered sphincter. He pushed forward, her ass giving way to his cock, engulfing him in velvet warmth.

"Shit," Lois gasped. "Holy shit! That's feels weird."

"Only weird?" he asked, half his cock already buried in her tight hole. He kept pushing forward, until his groin rested against those cheeks.

"No. It feels...nice."

"It always does," Alexina sighed. "I'm going to buy your lunch, Master. Unless...?"

"That's fine," Kyle grunted, savoring Lois's tight ass.

Kyle nuzzled Lois ear, licking her lobe as he drew back. Then he buried back in. She gasped. His arms wrapped around her, sliding underneath her shirt and finding her round breasts encased in a silky bra.

"You're a slut, aren't you, Lois?"

"No," she gasped. "I'm not."

He squeezed her breast. "Yes, you are. You're letting me fuck your ass while a professor goes down on your cunt."

"Fine," she moaned. "Call me a slut. Her tongue feels amazing. You can call me whatever you like for this. Oh, Ms. Capello. Jesus. Do that more. Keep digging that tongue inside me."

"I bet you'll want her to eat your pussy again?"

"Yes!"

He fucked her faster, his cock sliding through her greased ass, his balls slapping her taint. "You can have her suck your pussy whenever you want. And other women."

"How?" she gasped.

"Be my concubine."

"What?" Her ass tightened about his cock and a shudder passed through her. "Oh, fuck. Suck my clit. Shit. Shit."

"Be my concubine and you can have all the women you can dream of to lick your pussy. My harem is quite friendly."

"Shit," she gasped. "That's too much."

"Imagine this tongue in your cunt every day."

"But I'd have to fuck you whenever you want. I'm not really into cock."

"You sure? You seem to like mine up your ass."

She let out another moan and another shudder rippled through her body, her ass spasming about my cock. "Shit, shit. It does feel nice."

"It feels more than nice," Kyle grunted. "Your ass feels amazing. Be my concubine. Call me Master and you will receive such delights, Lois."

"I must be crazy," she moaned, bucking her hips back against him. "Yes! Fuck me harder, Master. I'll be your whore."

"My concubine."

"Yes, that! Your concubine. Just let me feel this tongue again!" Her body shook harder, her ass going wild about Kyle's cock as she came hard, screaming wordlessly.

"That's it, cum, my little concubine." He slammed his cock into her ass, so close to basting her ass and claiming her fully. He enjoyed the way she clenched and relaxed, milking his plunging cock. "My little whore," he groaned and exploded inside her.

He squeezed her breast, hissing through his clenched teeth as he shot load after load into her creamy ass. He drew back and slammed in again, thrusting his cock as deep as possible. His last spurts shuddered out and he leaned against her, kissing her ear.

"You were amazing," he panted.

"Thank you...Master." She gave a last shudder as he pulled out. "So, I guess I'm moving in with you?"

"Both of you," Kyle said, looking down at the smeared face of his professor. "I'm tired of hiding our relationship, Ms. Capello. You're my concubine. Let the world know it."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Now let's get cleaned up. Aaliyah, I wish we were all presentable, but leave the cum up Lois ass."

Done. The cum staining Ms. Capello vanished, their clothes straightening up, the sweat evaporating, and disheveled hair was recombed and brushed. I can't wait to meet our latest addition.

"How did you do that?" gasped Lois.

He put his arm around her shoulders. "The concubines will fill you in on everything."

"Even what happened at the cabin?"

Kyle froze, giving her a sharp look. "What?"

"Well, your wife disappeared and her book club is, well, dead. Some people think you're involved."

Kyle swallowed. "We'll speak about that at home."

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Saturday, January 25th -- South Hill

Zaritha concealed her appearance behind the mask of Lexie Lyndon, her dusky skin becoming ivory, her black, straight hair curling and turning brown, and her dark eyes grew such a pale shade of blue they were practically gray. Her clothes rippled, the red silks transforming into a short, pleated skirt and a low-cut blouse that showed off her lovely, round breasts. She had studied the male fantasy and copied the naughty schoolgirl look perfectly. White socks came up to her knees, a tartan skirt barely covered her ass, and a pristine, white blouse that showed off her lovely tits.

Dean Burke would easily succumb to her temptations. And once he had tasted her fire, he would be Zaritha's willing slave. A powerful weapon to use against Kyle and his damned Jann wife. She didn't understand how Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid failed to know that the Jann Royal Weapons had been sent with the houri.

"So much for the all-knowing Marid intelligence," she snorted.

The Ifrit took one last look at herself in the mirror. No man could resist her charms. She became a whirlwind of fire, zipping through the morning sky. No mortal would see her, she used more illusions to conceal herself as she zipped through the air.

The Dean's house was in a rich neighborhood on the edge of South Hill, off a street called Shaw Road. It was perched on the edge of the hill overlooking a green valley dotted with homes and farms, a blue river winding through it from the majestic Mount Rainier. Burke had power to live in such an opulent house, and Zaritha burned for to poses it.

She landed on his porch, returning to her humanoid form, abandoning her true flesh--fire and smoke. The air was crisp and cold this morning, frost covering everything as the sun peaked over the mountains. Her nipples hardened, poking at the thin fabric of her top. She'd be cold if she wasn't made of fire itself. She adjusted her tits, making sure they were almost about to fall out her top. Her flesh jiggled with her every movement, then she put a vapid expression on her face and rang the doorbell. Her domination powers worked best when the target had a compromised emotional state.

Her pussy itched, a bead of juice working its way down her thigh as she waited. Her lusts were burning hot. She couldn't wait to dominate this man. He wasn't ugly, and she did so delight in forcing her lovers to pleasure her. She'd conjure a crop and whip his back as his tongue whipped her clit, eager to make her cum to end the lash cracking on his back.

So wonderful.

The door yanked open and Dean Burke blinked in surprise at her. He was wrapped in a black bathrobe, and a smile crossed his handsome, distinguished face as he drank in the sight of her. She could almost taste the lust bleeding off of him. His aura was diamond, so strong, she would have to really compromise his emotional state to dominate him.

"What a pleasant surprise, Miss Lyndon." Lexie Lyndon was the disguise Zaritha wore in the mortal world. "And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit."

"I'm selling magazine subscriptions," she laughed, thrusting her chest out so he couldn't help but see her luscious orbs bounce and sway. "Brr, it's cold. Can I come in so I can tempt you with a subscription?"

"Absolutely. I love to be tempted by young women."

I bet you do.

His house was richly appointed and reminded her entering a palace. Fine pieces of art adorned the walls or rested on plinths and shelves. He led her into a living room, the walls hanging with swords and knives that appeared to be of the most exquisite craftsmanship with decorated guards and etchings on the gleaming steel.

"Quite a collection, Dean Burke," she gushed, walking to the weapons, letting her hips sway, the hem of her skirt teasing the possibility of exposing her ass.

"One of my many passions. I've been collecting for so many years."

She turned, taking a deep breath to let her breasts heave. "I hope you're as equally passionate about what I'm offering."

He stepped up to her. "And what are you offering?"

She could feel his eyes on her cleavage. "Why, magazine subscriptions. What else?"

"A young woman as resourceful as you could surely come up with other assets to sell."

He's bolder than I thought. "Maybe," she gushed, flashing him a coy smile.

His hand cupped her chin, lifting her face. A tremble went through her as his powerful eyes caught her, the sensation ending between her thighs; she pressed them together. I need to stay in control.

His thumb stroked her cheek. "You're a special, young woman, aren't you?"

"I am," she purred. "Maybe I'll show just how special I am."

His hand slid down her neck to her shoulder, playing with the hem of her blouse. "And what would it take to find out." His fingers dipped under her blouse, tracing her neckline down to her breasts. "I'm dying to know. It's almost painful."

She reached out and touched his crotch; he groaned as she stroked his hardening cock. "I can tell. It would be cruel of me not to help you out."

"Very cruel."

"You just have to promise me one thing." She squeezed harder.

"What?"

"To do me a little favor when I ask."

He pulled away from her. What is going on?

"This isn't the right place for this discussion. We should be in a more...intimate place."

Perfect.

She followed him as he strode across the room, his black robes swishing with his long gait, forcing her to almost jog after him to keep up. Their feet echoed on the wooden floors of the hallway that led to a heavy door. He opened it, cold air wafted out of the dark portal. She could just make out stairs going down.

"What do you have down there, a dungeon?" Zaritha asked.

"Yes." His grin was full of confidence. "A confident, young woman shouldn't have any fear of a little dungeon."

If she was a normal, barely legal mortal, she would be afraid, but what could this man do to her? She was living fire. With a whim of her thoughts, she could set that black robe on fire and delight as he screamed in pain if he attacked her--that was the only time she could kill a Mortal in their realm. Rules stronger than steel bound the Hidden People, and breaking them brought...dire consequences. She walked down into the darkness, the echoes of her footsteps resounded through the musty air. He followed, the door booming close behind her, then lights flicked on and he followed.

The stairs led to a dungeon. Manacles hung from the ceiling and from wooden frames. There were a dozen different ways a person could be tied up, chained, bound, stretched, and restrained. Whips, flails, crops, and paddles hung from the wall and other device the Ifrit had never seen before: small clamps, small balls connected by a string, tapered cylinders. Who is this man?