The Battered Lamp Ch. 23

She headed back to the hallway, her heart beating for joy, and picked up the black staff. It hummed with power. An artifact, like Kyle's sword, but it didn't command an element. It commanded an abstract--darkness.

Shadowedge... The words appeared in her mind, rising out of the darkness.

Christy looked at the corpse of the man who had taken Faiza through a portal of darkness earlier. "You used Shadowedge to teleport."

She could almost feel how to teleport, the staff almost whispering to her, and she reached out to the darkness present everywhere, merely hidden by the light. She opened herself out, letting her aura touch the darkness. She could feel it around her. She merged the darkness here with the darkness elsewhere. Darkness united. Her body folded and compressed, then she appeared at the other end of the hallway.

"How useful," she smiled.

"What are you doing, Christy?" Fatima yelled.

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"We will have to flee," Britney stated.

"What?" Kyle whispered, sitting up.

Christy stepped into the room, clutching the staff the other man had been wielding. She knelt down next to Fumi, putting her arms around them. Where's Aaliyah?

"The police know we are responsible for killing several of them," Britney answered. "It will only be a matter of time before the cops arrive here. We must be away from here by then. We have to flee the country."

"Fine," Kyle groaned, too tired to argue. "Where's Aaliyah?"

"Zaritha took her," Christy whispered.

He blinked. "What?"

"That bitch!" snarled Fatima.

"When Burke died, Zaritha attacked Aaliyah, then the pair disappeared in fire."

Kyle's heart sunk. "She must be one of the Sultan's servants. Fuck!"

"And she's not answering us," Fumi added. "Zaritha must know some way to stop Aaliyah's powers."

Kyle refused to think of the alternative.

"She must have taken Aaliyah to the Genie world." Kyle grabbed his sword, ripping it out of Burke's body as he stood up. "That's where we were always heading for. Why wait?"

"How?" Christy asked.

"You don't know?"

She shook her head. "Britney?"

"I know of no way to enter the Unseen Realm."

The certainty Kyle had felt for a moment fled him. His eyes turned to his mother's corpse. A black feather lay on her chest. He walked over to her, kneeling beside her body. She had sacrificed herself, breaking through Burke's spell to keep the bastard from using her against Kyle.

"Thanks, Mom," Kyle whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She had been like a mother to him for years.

"We cannot stay, Kyle." Britney's voice was urgent.

"I know." He felt like he should be crying, but it was all stoppered up inside him. Aaliyah needed to be rescued. He could grieve for his mother latter. She would understand. Fatima squeezed his shoulder, falling down to her knees beside him.

"Bye, Mommy," she sobbed, her tears falling down on her mother's face as she bent down to kiss her forehead. "If I had only been faster..."

"Kyle!" Britney's voice was firm and harsh. "Sentimentality can wait. Unless you want to fight your way through the police?"

"You're right." Kyle stood up, then bent down and grabbing his grieving sister's shoulders, pulling her to her feet. "We need to find a source of information."

"We can start Googling when we are in the SUV," Britney said. "And perhaps our witches could cast a scrying spell. But first, let us depart."

Fatima sniffed. "There's also Niqualmie. She helped Fumi out."

"Yes," Fumi nodded, a smile crossing her delicate face. "You love Aaliyah. You need to find her. Niqualmie would definitely be helpful."

"I do not see the harm in trying the spirit," Britney admitted.

"What's this Niqualmie?" Christy asked, slipping beside Kyle as they started walking out of the school, the butt of her new staff thunking on the ground.

"She's a Native American spirit that helps lovers," Fatima explained. "She's up on Mount Rainier."

"Yes. At a field called Paradise," Fumi answered. "I summoned her by stripping naked and lying in the snow. She told me about the hot spring where I purchased the ability to sleep with Kyle and not kill him."

"Kill him?" Christy gasped. "What's this?"

Fumi explained what she was to Christy as they trooped out of the school and into the rain. Christy's mouth dropped, and her eyes widened as she learned about the curse of the Yuki-onna. Outside, the rain still fell, hammering down on them, but Britney used her dagger, Waterclaw, to keep them dry, bending the rain around them. Police sirens could be heard in the distance, racing towards the College.

"Don't move anyone," Christy said. "Ishtar, cloak your servant and her companions with invisibility. Let none see us or sense our presence."

The air rippled around them right before a pair of Pierce County Sheriff patrol cars screamed by, blaring their lights and sirens, pulling in to the schools parking lot. The students Kyle had trapped in the circle must have come free from Burke's control and called for help.

"It is safe," Britney said. "Hurry to the SUV. Witches, can you change the vehicles appearance?"

"Yes," Christy nodded. "Though with the rain, I could only change the color. If I make the shape difference, it will be a little obvious."

"That should be fine. And the license plate."

"Not a problem," Christy smiled, squeezing the staff in her hand.

Kyle frowned. "Should you have picked that staff up?"

"Hmm?"

"The one that belonged to the Vicar."

"Oh, it's just an artifact," she answered. "Like your sword. Only it controls an abstract not an element. It uses Darkness to teleport."

"Darkness?" Kyle raised his eyebrows.

"That doesn't sound great," Fatima stated. "That sounds pretty shady."

"It's an artifact. It's not good or evil. Nothing about darkness is bad. Just like nothing about light is good. It's how you use them. I think it will be very useful." She looked Kyle in the eye. "Unless...I mean, if you think it's bad...I could get rid of it."

"I guess so," Kyle said, staring into her pleading eyes. "I trust you."

"You shouldn't," Fatima muttered.

"I do. She came back. She helped us. She proved herself."

Fatima flared up. "We'll see. I'm going to keep an eye on you, Christy."

Christy put her arm around Fatima's shoulders, pulling the shorter girl to her. "That's fine. I have definitely earned your mistrust. Be suspicious. I'll win you over."

"Master!" Chyna squealed as they rounded the corner into the lot, the SUV coming into view where it was hidden. His first concubine, her dark brown hair plastered wet to her dusky face, ran over. Her big breasts bounced in her loose sweater. Then her arms were tight about him, clinging to him. Thanks to Ms. Franklin's spell, she couldn't bear to be without her Master. "You're alive! You're safe!"

"Where's Mother?" Shannon asked. All the concubines had started calling Faiza mother, showing respect to their mother-in-law.

"Burke killed her," Fatima said. "He...he..." Her voice broke into sobs and her two concubines, petite Ann and bleached-blonde Kayleah, hugged her, holding her tight.

"I'm so sorry, Master," Mindy, Kyle's newest concubine, whispered. The former nurse joined Chyna in hugging him.

"We need to disguise the vehicle and leave, Kyle," Britney reminded him. She had her own arms wrapped around Phillipa, her captive turned mate.

Alexina, Carla, Toni, Ms. Capello, and Lois pressed around Kyle, ignoring Britney, all trying to hold on to their Master. Only Teleisia stood apart. "Where's Aaliyah?" The Black girl looked about, her face growing concerned when she didn't see her Mistress.

Kyle broke from the mob of his lovely concubines and put his arms around Aaliyah's sex slave. "We're gonna get her back," he promised Teleisia.

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Fatima stared out the window, her soul weighed down with grief. She felt so cold and empty inside. She missed those passionate fires that burned inside her, filling her up and driving her to move about, to never stay still, to pester and annoy and love with such passion.

"What are we going to do when we get to Paradise?" Christy asked. "What if summoning the spirit doesn't work?"

"It will," Fumi assured her. "Everyone in this car loves Aaliyah. And Kyle loves her the most."

"Then we should all do it," Teleisia said. "If one person's love can summon her, it should be even easier with a dozen."

"It would prove to the spirit how dedicated you all are," Britney mused. "Which I surmise is the whole point of lying naked in the snow."

Kyle laughed. "Yeah. Way to state the obvious, Britney."

How can he laugh? Mom's dead.

She looked at her brother, the man she had loved for years, peering into his eyes. They were dark, hard as flint, but at least they were alive. Not like hers. She moved across the enlarged interior of the SUV, stepping over the concubines to Kyle. Fumi was on his right, Christy on her left, that Black staff clutched in her hand.

"Fatima?" Kyle said when she plopped onto his lap, pressing against his body.

"Give me some of your warmth," she whispered.

"What?"

She shifted, straddling him. "I need to feel alive. To feel something inside me. I need to burn again."

"What are you talking about?"

She seized his hand, pulling it to her budding breast beneath her sweater, forcing his hand to squeeze down on her pliant flesh. "This." His fingers pinched her nipple. She felt a stirring of life in her nethers.

"Is this really the time?"

Fatima pushed her hands beneath his sweater, feeling the warmth of his hard muscles. She moved up to his chest and felt the life beating in his heart. "Love me, big bro. I need to be filled with it. With something."

She pressed her lips against his. She tried to find the energy to kiss him, to thrust her tongue in and melt his bones with her passion. But no fires burned inside her. His lips moved, his tongue pressed into her mouth, his fingers pinched at her nipple.

Fatima closed her eyes. Kyle's strong hands roamed her body as they kissed, sliding down to squeeze her bubbly ass through her skirt, up her side and fondling her small breasts. His cock grew rigid beneath her, rubbing against her pussy.

Life grew inside her as the friction sparked kindling inside her.

She let out a sigh, moaning in disappointment when he broke their kiss to rip her sweater off. Her dusky breasts were exposed to her brother's hungry gaze. He bent down and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, nipping and biting--the fires grew.

"Kyle," she moaned.

A second mouth engulfed her lips. Christy joined Kyle, sharing some of the witch's passion with her. A soft hand slid beneath her skirt, squeezing her butt as Fumi's lips kissed her shoulder, moving to her neck.

"Let me help you, wife," Fumi whispered in her ear, her fingers dipping into Fatima's butt-crack, teasing her asshole.

Fatima shivered and moaned in delight as her fingers penetrated in to her asshole, pushing in deep, igniting amazing pleasure inside her. Fatima found it so wonderful to feel again, to forget her grief for a few pleasant moments.

"I think the little slut wants this," Christy purred, her hand pushing between Fatima and Kyle, rubbing his throbbing cock.

"I do!"

The zipper rasped and Kyle grunted, "That's it, Christy. Guide me into her."

Fatima lifted her hips up as Christy guided their husband's cock to her hungry hole, sliding across her bare lips. The tip of Kyle's cock pressed to the opening of Fatima's burning pussy. She lowered herself, her back arching as she slid down every amazing inch of his thick shaft.

"Kyle! Oh, yes! I need this!"

"Fuck me, Fatima! I missed you so much! Let me feel your burning heat! Set me on fire! Warm me up!"

Her hips rose up, sliding around the tip of his cock, then slamming back down. She rose again, humping faster. Kyle's hands seized her ass, spreading her open, making it easier for Fumi to wiggle a second finger into her tight backdoor.

"Oh, yes! That's it! So fucking wonderful!" Fatima bounced faster, Christy's fingers on her clitoris, strumming her, the witch's lips nibbling on her shoulder.

"Cum, little slut. Cum on our husband's cock!" Christy moaned, diddling her harder. "Let's hear your sweet voice."

The pleasure swelled in her core. Her hips slammed up and down, her fingers digging into Kyle's shoulder. He grunted her name, his head tossing back as her tight pussy worked its magic on his hard cock.

"Cum on me! Bathe my cock in your fiery lust. Do it, sis," Kyle grunted. "Then I'm going to cum so much inside you."

"Do it!" she groaned. "Knock me up! Put a new life in me! Cum in me!" she screamed, fires roaring through her. She was a woman. She could make new life.

"Fatima!"

His cum burned into her, a molten flood that her pussy drank up like a hungry sponge. Her walls contracted, muscles spasming in her stomach. She slammed down on him, burying him as deep as possible.

She collapsed against him, burying her face in his neck. Her fires died down. The horrible, numb grief was roaring back. But it wasn't as bad as before. She wasn't completely ash inside. Kyle held her. A new life might be growing in her. If not from today, then from all the other times they had fucked. She had her new family. Fumi and even Christy were there for her, along with Ann and Kayleah and all the other wonderful concubines.

It was a low, throaty moan that broke her out of her reverie.

"Britney!"

She threw a look over her shoulder to see Britney and Phillipa writhing together. Fatima's eyes widened as she witnessed Britney's cock plunging in and out of Phillipa's wet cunt. "She really is a futa!"

"We will be finished in moments!" panted Britney. "After the exhilaration of the fight, I needed to relieve some pent-up energy."

"Release away," Fatima giggled. "Knock her up. Then we can be pregnant together."

"What?" Kyle gasped. "Pregnant?"

"You might have planted a baby in my tummy," Fatima smiled. "You've fucked me enough."

"But...I'm too young to be a dad."

Christy giggled. "I forgot to tell you, but the spell that bonded you and Chyna together is tied to the baby growing in Chyna's womb. You knocked her up that first time."

"What?" Chyna shrieked. "I'm pregnant with Master's baby? Ohmygod, ohmygod! That's amazing!"

"Maybe we should get a pregnancy test, stud, and see how many other women in this SUV you knocked up," Fatima giggled.

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Fumi stripped naked with Kyle, Christy, Fatima, and the concubines, then plunged into the snowy field of Paradise on the slopes of Mount Rainier. The witches had bewitched the park ranger, making sure he wouldn't interfere as the troop of naked woman sprawled out into the snow.

"Shit!" Chyna gasped.

Fumi only hoped it wouldn't take as long as when she summoned the spirit last week. Only Fumi was a Yuki-onna and had resistance to the cold. The others were all humans. Kyle was in the center, his poor cock withering in the cold, shrinking so small.

I'll have to warm him up when we're done.

"Aaliyah better be doing cartwheels," Fatima moaned as she sank down in the snow. "Oh, fuck!"

"No one has to do this if they don't love Aaliyah enough," Kyle said, stretching out. His muscles tensed as shivers wracked his body.

"I love her enough," Fatima huffed.

Their talking quickly died down as they looked up at the dark clouds. They threatened to snow at any moment. The weather could turn bad in a heartbeat up here. This was so dangerous. Fear beat in Fumi breast as she kept looking around at everyone. They were all growing quiet, the cold seeping into their bodies already.

"No one fall asleep!" she called out, her body already starting to shake as the cold began to seep into her. "Just keep concentrating on your love for Aaliyah."

"Yes," chattered Ann. "I need her back. Please, Niqualmie!"

Other concubines began calling out the spirit's name, sending out their need. Surely the spirit had to sense this much love and respond. The wind blew, blowing snow on their bodies, stealing any warm air that manage to accumulate around their bodies.

Such love... a voice whispered on the wind.

"It's her!" Toni gasped. "It worked.

Aaliyah...

"How do we get to her?" Kyle called out. "How do I reach my wife?"

Unseen Realm...

"Yes, how do we get there?" Fatima gasped.

"Please, tell us!" Christy shouted.

"Yes! I need my Mistress," Teleisia sobbed.

Majlis al Jinn...

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Sahabah, The Unseen Realm

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid sat upon his sapphire throne as the petty grievances were brought before him. Holding court was always tedious, but he had to appear to care for all of the Hidden People, even the troublesome Jann. Sheikh Sihab ibn al-Jann was a weaselly, groveling Jann. So unlike his father.

Rashid felt Zaritha return to the Unseen Realm.

What is she doing back here? Anger simmered in him. If she had killed the Jann's daughter, then why didn't she return straight to me?

And she had brought someone with her brimming with power. Aaliyah? He wasn't sure where they had appeared, he had merely sensed them entering, Zaritha using his power and authority to crossover. They were in a hiding place. But there were many of those around the Unseen Realm.

His anger grew at his servant's abject failure.

"Court is adjourned for the day."

The buzz among the courtier and nobles was great. The Unseen Realm was a place of stasis. He could already hear the whispered gossip speculating on what part of the Realm was slipping from the Marid's grasp.

How could she have brought Aaliyah here? I cannot spill the blood of a noble Djinn within the Unseen Realm. Not without cause. Aaliyah had not, yet, rebelled. No law said her father could not offer his daughter's hand to a mortal. Rashid could feel the blade hovering over his throne--that old crone's prophecy. Never before had he felt so sure that the blade would fall and end his reign. That Jann girl would spell disaster if she was not disposed of.

When the court was cleared, he summoned his most dangerous weapons.

Five figures strolled into the throne room. The air seemed to warp around the five individuals, the Unseen Realm rebelling at their presence. Each of these five had broken the shackles that bound their race, blaspheming against creation. They had made dark pacts with outside forces to keep from falling into Haawiyah and suffering eternal torment.

They could kill Aaliyah without consequence to Rashid.

"Great and Noble Sultan," bowed Makerah, the unbound Marid, a mocking smile on his lips. "What can your humble servants do for you?"

Rashid ignored the sneer in his son's voice.

"The Great and Noble Sultan does not want to dirty his precious hands," laughed Aljihm, a blackened Ifrit, his body fissured with glowing, red lines.

"Eat?" snarled Jowah, the Ghul so twisted and bent he walked on all fours like a beast.

"Soon," purred Aalizunah, stroking Jowah's head like he was her faithful hound. The whorish Si'lat stood naked, her body ripe and inviting, an illusion hiding the twisted, vile thing she had become.

"And who do you want us to kill?" demanded Khiana. The Jann's stained beard bristled. Once Khiana had been a great foe to Rashid, but the fool had grown desperate. Now he cared about nothing except his greed.

"Aaliyah has returned home," Rashid growled. "She is in the company with my foolish servant, Zaritha. I do not know why my servant did not follow my instructions. Nor do I care. Search the five Sheikdoms and find them. Bring me the Jann girl's head."

"And what do we do with your servant?" Khiana asked.

A sliver of fear went through Rashid. Zaritha can free the Ifrit from my control. She knows where Kalila is. She had to die. Kalila could never be freed. "I am greatly displeased with her. Dispose of her as well."