The Battered Lamp Ch. 05

Succubus of Lust

Saturday, January 17th

Kyle couldn't help but admire how beautiful Christy was as she slept curled up next to him. He had finally made love to his girlfriend last night, and she had been as lithe and eager as Aaliyah and Fatima had been. Would Fumi be as good?

In the last few days, since he had freed Aaliyah from her lamp, Kyle had found himself in love with not just his girlfriend, but the sexy Genie, his sister, and Fumi, a girl he had met once. But she was so gorgeous. His thoughts drifted to the graceful beauty of Fumi, with her long, blue-black hair that framed her porcelain, pale-olive face.

He felt his cock stirring. Thanks to a wish he had made with Aaliyah, his cock always seemed ready to fuck. Christy shifted, rolling over, letting out the cutest sigh. He rubbed his cock against her ass, tempted to wake her up and see if she was up for another go. But he didn't have the heart to disturb her sleep.

I wish there was a girl I could fuck, he thought, sighing, and tried to ignore his erection.

Done!

Kyle hadn't meant to make a wish. Before he could form a new thought, Aaliyah appeared in bed in a swirl of yellow, her naked body pressing against his back. Her breasts were round, and her were nipples hard as they rubbed against him. She nuzzled against his neck and cheek, her breath was hot and her lips wet as they nibbled on his ear.

"I'm ready for you, my love," she purred.

"Make sure Christy doesn't notice you," Kyle told her, rolling over. He didn't think his girlfriend would like finding another girl in her bed fucking her boyfriend, even if Christy seemed to be okay with sharing him with Chyna, his sex slave. I still don't know who cast the spell on Chyna.

"She'll sleep through it," Aaliyah grinned, her eyebrows arching.

The mystery of Chyna could wait--he had a lithe, beautiful Genie to pleasure. Aaliyah's lips were sweet as he kissed her, and his hands found her tits, enjoying their soft plumpness. She was gorgeous, with dusky skin, more brown than Kyle's dark olive, with sultry eyes and thick lashes. The Genie's hands traced the muscles of Kyle's chest, melting into her husband's kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her, and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Her body was light as she lay on his chest, her legs spreading to straddle his waist. His cock nudged into the warm wetness between her thighs.

"How was Christy?" Aaliyah purred in his ear, rubbing her slick pussy against his cock.

"Amazing," Kyle answered. "As great as you and my sister."

The Genie beamed. "Good. I want all your women to keep you satisfied. And did you make her scream your name?"

It was Kyle's turn to grin, proud of how hard he had made Christy cum. "We made each other howl the other's name!"

"Then it's my turn!"

The Genie's hand reached beneath her, grasping his cock and guiding it to the entrances of her pussy. She pushed back, sliding him inside her. She was tight and warm and spongy wet. Kyle moaned, lifting his hips to thrust his cock deeper inside her. She rocked on him, her tits sliding across his chest as she writhed.

"Damn, Aaliyah! Jesus, that's good!"

"How about when I do this?"

She added a roll to her hips, a sexy twist that sent his cock nudging new parts inside her. "Holy shit! Keep doing that! I love it!"

"Do you love me?" his wife asked.

"Yes, yes!" he moaned. "I love you!"

She rose up, her round breasts topped with dark nipples that jiggled and bounced as she rode him. Christy's bedsprings creaked, the bed rocking. Christy rolled over and fear spiked through Kyle. Shit. Aaliyah's power didn't work! Kyle braced himself for his girlfriend's eruption.

Instead, Christy hugged him, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. She murmured something, laying her head on his chest, and seemed to fall back asleep. Kyle relaxed, kissed her forehead, and held his sleeping girlfriend as his wife rode his cock and moaned like a banshee.

"Oh, Kyle! Your cock's driving me wild!"

His right arm cradled Christy, so Kyle reached with his left and pinched Aaliyah's nipple. She gasped, bucking harder on him. "You like that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!"

He pinched and pulled, her cunt tightening on his cock, then she yelled his name at the top of her lungs. Christy kept right on sleeping as the Genie screamed her passion., Aaliyah's cunt spasmed about his cock as she climaxed, doing amazing things to his dick.

Her chest heaved. Her hips slowed. "Mmm, that was wonderful, my husband."

Kyle enjoyed her slow strokes. It was almost agony as her cunt rose up and down on his cock. The pleasure grew and grew. His hips twitched then drove his cock upwards into her sheath as she came down. She gasped, her clit grinding into his groin.

"Keep doing that and I'm going to flood your pussy," Kyle grunted.

She grinned, a sultry hunger burning in her dark eyes. He hugged Christy tighter, her warm body pressed against him, a hard, pink nipple topping a pale breast lying on his chest. He pinched it, and she shifted, squirming in her sleep. He could feel her pussy grow hot and damp, pressing against his hip.

"Kyle," Christy sighed, eyes rapidly moving beneath her eyelids.

He grinned. She's having a sex dream about me.

Her hips rubbed harder, smearing her tangy juices on his thigh. He could smell both women's arousal--Christy's tang and Aaliyah's spice. A flood of wetness smeared his hip and his girlfriend shuddered, cumming in her sleep.

"Fuck!" Kyle groaned. his balls ready to burst. "Aaliyah!"

He flooded her cunt, his entire body tensing as he flooded her depths. He gasped for air, pulling his wife down and kissing her lush lips. She slid to his left, never breaking their kiss, and curled up against him, sandwiching Kyle between both teens. He held them both, two of his four loves. The pleasure bled out of his body, leaving behind exhaustion.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Christy woke up, a warm body next to hers. Kyle's. She hugged him, enjoying the warmth of her boyfriend's solid form. Last night had been magical. Her boyfriend had been an attentive lover. She'd heard horror stories of other girl's first times, complaining of the pain and the guy lasting just a minute before cumming. And once the boy got his rocks off, he was uninterested in returning the favor.

Not Kyle. He made me scream his name, she thought with a fond smile.

She sat up, stretching. And blinked. Did I just see another girl sleeping in my bed? She rubbed her eyes. No, there was no-one sleeping on the other side of Kyle. I guess I wasn't fully awake.

Her sheets had pulled back and her boyfriends half-hard cock rising out of a forest of dark-brown, curly hair. She smiled, admiring his muscular body. He had the lean build of a runner--toned, but not the overdeveloped muscles of a bodybuilder. She stroked his abs, her fingers moving down to toy with his pubic hair. Then she grasped his cock, fascinated by it. Long, smooth, with a wrinkled, mushroom-shaped head that leaked a clear liquid as it hardened beneath her strokes.

She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. She tasted something faint. Pussy juices, but spicier than hers It was like he had just fucked another woman. But, no, he was with me all night. How could another woman's juices be on his cock? Mine must have grown spicier as they dried.

She bobbed her head, looking up at his face, eager to see his expression when he woke up.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The warm, wet suction drew Kyle from his dream.

"Christy," he moaned, opening his eyes and seeing her curly, brown hair and hazel eyes.

She grinned around his cock.

"What an eager woman," giggled Aaliyah, waking up beside him. "She's perfect. When will you introduce us?"

"Monday!" groaned Kyle.

"What's Monday?" frowned Christy after popping his cock out of her mouth.

"Monday?" Kyle asked, mind whirling. "Oh, there's someone I want you to meet. I don't know why it popped into my head right now."

"Oh, okay." Her warm mouth engulfed him.

"God, that feels great," he groaned. "I love you so much."

"I think you're going to love me more in a moment," she promised. "I think you're ready."

"For what?"

"There's a bottle of lube in my nightstand drawer." She took a deep breath as he opened it. "I want you to take all my firsts. You were my first blowjob and I want you to be the first to fuck me in the ass."

His smile exploded across his lips. "You're right, I do love you more now!"

"So I read about this," she smiled, laid on her stomach, and slid a pillow beneath her which raised her pale ass. He grinned as she wiggled her lush rump in excitement. "Lube your cock and then use your fingers to lube my ass."

The lube was cherry flavored and slightly pink. And cold. He slathered it on his cock, almost losing his hard-on, but her ass was too inviting to soften now. He squeezed a generous gob on his finger, then spread her butt-cheeks. Her asshole was cute, brown, and he couldn't help kissing it.

"Ohh, that was nice," Christy purred.

"I love this girl," Aaliyah smiled. She was sitting on the bed, her legs spread and Christy's face almost in her snatch. His girlfriend was still unaware of Aaliyah's presence. It was so hot watching the sexy Genie masturbating inches from Christy's unknowing lips. "She's made to be our wife."

Kyle grinned back, then worked some lube into her ass. He kissed her ass, tasting sour mixed with sweet cherry, and shoved his tongue inside. Christy tensed and gasped, then relaxed as he tongued her. He alternated tonguing and fingering her, until he could easily work two fingers in and out of her. His cock ached; he could wait no longer.

"Fuck her ass!" purred Aaliyah.

"Fuck my ass!" begged Christy.

Kyle chuckled. "It's such a beautiful ass. I'm powerless to resist it!"

He guided his lubed cock to her hole. He pushed, her asshole resisting. She groaned as he popped inside. He slowly worked himself all the way in, her breathing coming in short, ragged pants punctuated with gasps.

"Oh, fuck!" Christy cursed. "That's different!"

"You feel wonderful," Kyle whispered in her ear, slowly pumping in and out of her. "So tight."

"You have no idea how big you feel!" she moaned. "But it feels kinda nice."

Aaliyah's fingers danced across her slit, one hand pinching her clit, while the other pumped fingers in and out of her pink hole. He watched her masturbate, pumping faster and faster into his girlfriend's ass.

"Oh, Kyle!" moaned Christy.

"Make her scream!" gasped Aaliyah.

The bedsprings creaked and groaned as he fucked her harder and faster. Her ass was tight and oh-so-hot. Christy gasped every time he bottomed out in her, writhing her hips. She moaned his name, her cries growing louder and louder.

"Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!" Aaliyah screamed, her full tits heaving and juices erupted from her cunt, squirting into Christy's face. His girlfriend didn't seem to notice the pussy juices dripping from her face.

"Kyle! Harder! Gonna cum!" Christy moaned.

"So am I!" Kyle gasped. "Your ass feels amazing!"

"Cum with me!" she begged. "I'm so close! You're driving my clit into the pillow! Harder! Harder!"

He pounded her ass as hard as he could, the entire bed shaking. His balls, slapping against her cunt, tightened, ready to erupt. He gritted his teeth, fighting off the urge. He slammed into her ass once, twice, and then she came. Her ass squeezed down on his cock, so hard, the friction as he drove into her driving him wild with ecstasy.

"Shit!" he grunted and then unloaded in her.

He buried into her, holding her tight as they trembled in passion together, sharing this moment of bliss. Kyle collapsed on his girlfriend, holding her and nuzzling her neck. She turned her head and they kissed, her lips spicy with Aaliyah's passion.

"Wow," Kyle breathed.

"Uh-huh," she gasped. Both too drained to speak. They just held each other.

Aaliyah vanished, and the pair cuddled, dozing in each other's arms. They would have spent the entire day in there, but someone banged on the door, screaming for a sorority meeting. They both tensed in panic--no men were allowed in the Epsilon Kappa Tau sorority house--but then Kyle remembered his wish, and relaxed. So did Christy. He was surprised by that, then remembered what she had done last night She "prayed? to that goddess. Christy had gotten into Wiccan a few months back, worshiping Hecate, and now seemed to think she could cast spells.

What if she could? Someone had cast that spell on Chyna? He gave a dismissive chuckle at the thought of Christy casting a spell. She couldn't be the one since she isn't pleased with how Chyna acts around me. It has to be someone that wanted to break us up. Only one name popped into his head: Braiden. The asshole who used to his friend until he had made a pass at Christy.

Kyle decided to keep a watch out for Braiden.

"I guess you got to go," Christy sighed.

"Yeah, I have some training to do today."

"At the dojo?" Christy frowned.

"No, no. A, um, friend is coming over to spar."

She kissed him. "Well, have fun. I love you." A second kiss. "Mmm, I love you so much." A third kiss, full of heat.

"C'mon, Christy!" her sorority sister yelled.

"Coming, Sable!" Christy shouted in annoyance.

"I love you, too," he told her.

Kyle sneaked out as Christy walked down into a large room where her sorority sisters were gathering, all twenty or so of them. Kyle walked a few blocks down the street to where his car waited and drove home. He found Fatima getting her pussy licked by Aaliyah, his Genie wife tied up and her ass red and freshly spanked.

"What's this?" Kyle asked.

"She didn't bring me with her," his little sister pouted. "So I had to punish her."

"It was so bad of me!" Aaliyah moaned, then dived back into his sister's pussy.

A smile broadened Fatima's beautiful face, lust shining in her almond-shaped eyes. "So how was your date? Did you make Christy scream?"

Kyle related the entire date as his sister straddled him and rode him cowgirl style. She fucked him hard, her pussy on fire, and she screamed his name before they were finished, collapsing on his chest. Satisfied, Fatima finally untied Aaliyah.

"So you wanted to train me?" Kyle asked.

"Yes," the Genie nodded, yellow silks sprang around her naked body. "The back yard should do. I was sent to fulfill an alliance with the Mortal who could defeat the Marids and free the Djinn."

"Right." A bit of fear bubbled inside him. "And that's me?" How can I save the Djinn?

"Yes. So I was sent with weapons. You need to learn to use them." She shifted, taking a deep breath. "Something is searching for me. I need you to make a wish, husband."

He looked at her in concern. "What kind?"

"Wish for your home to be protected." Her eyes fixed on him. "My homunculi killed a familiar."

"A what?"

"An animal that is under the control of a witch or sorcerer. It was searching for something and stank of foul magic. It was killed, but next time, the familiar may get away and report back to its master."

"I wish my home to be protected."

Relief flashed across Aaliyah's face. "Done."

"So what is this threat?"

"I know not. Magic is not an area I've studied. It could be a mortal servant of the Marids. They had spies in my father's court and...well, my lamp was misplaced on my journey. That is why you need to train. To protect your family."

Kyle put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll protect you, Aaliyah."

"Me, too!" Fatima exclaimed, giving a little jump and whoop. "I know how to fight just as well as our husband."

Aaliyah smiled and nodded. "Well, let's get started."

He gave his mom a hug as they passed in the hallway, then he and his two wives trooped outside. Aaliyah summoned four weapons with the wave of her hand. They were magnificent weapons, all clearly Arabic: an ornate scimitar, the blade inlaid with bright gold; a short spear, the haft and slim spear-point etched with a strange, red metal; a curved dagger, inlaid with a blue metal; and what looked like a recurve horsebow, the limbs inlaid with green metal.

"Choose one, my husband," Aaliyah purred. "With these you shall free my people from oppression."

Kyle swallowed, the fear growing. "I'm only nineteen. How am I supposed to do that?"

"You're a fighter," she answered. "I can see it in your bearing. The blood of warriors and kings flows through your veins. And you awakened me, proving that you are the one person who can save my people. So please choose your weapon, my husband."

"And who are these other weapons for?" Fatima asked, eyeing the spear.

"Great warriors that will serve our husband," Aaliyah answered.

"Men?"

Aaliyah nodded at her wife. "Of course. Who else would be warriors?"

The scimitar drew Kyle's gaze. I know how to fight with a katana, and I could learn how to fight with the curved sword. He walked over, grasping it in his hand. The sword seemed to come alive in his hand and he could feel its power--the blade was as ancient and implacable as a mountain. It glowed yellow, transforming into molten light. The weight shifted, like the balance of the sword was somehow changing. The hilt morphed in his hand, becoming familiar.

The light died.

He held a beautiful katana in his hand, perfectly balanced and gleaming in the weak, January sunlight peeking through a gap in the gray clouds. He couldn't help swinging it. This weapon was made for me. A name seemed to rise up in his mind--Earthbones.

"Oh, wow," Fatima gasped.

Aaliyah nodded in satisfaction. "I am glad you choose that weapon. It is of the Jann, of the earth."

Fatima walked over to the spear, a grin on her face. She reached for it.

"No!" the Genie yelled. "Only the chosen warrior may handle it."

His sister, shooting Aaliyah a defiant looked, grasped the spear, hefting it. The spear turned into fire in his sister's hands, burning brightly. Aaliyah gasped as the spear lengthened, the point turning into a long, straight blade. The glow faded, and a beautiful yari, a Japanese spear, was in his sister's hand. She smiled, and then preformed a complicated kata, swinging the spear about and punctuating her thrusts with loud yells. She was so graceful, her black hair dancing about her, fire glinting on the blade's metal.

"I guess I'm a chosen warrior," Fatima declared, eyes burning, daring Aaliyah to object.

"You are," Aaliyah blushed darkly. "I forget how...progressive this time is. Progressive, that is the word?"

"Yeah," Kyle answered.

"I beg your forgiveness, my sister-wife."

Fatima walked over and gave her a kiss. "Forgiven."

"Each weapon represents an element," Aaliyah started to explain. "The sword is earth and..."

"Mine is fire!" Fatima chimed in. "Her name is Fireheart."

"You should be able to sense the element associated with your weapon around you," Aaliyah continued. "Listen to the song of your weapon, let it guide your soul. For Kyle, you must command the earth, and Fatima, you must share your passion with the fire."

The ground beneath his feet felt alive, strong and proud, willing to submit if he had the strength to dominate it.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Christy trembled as she pulled up at Ms. Franklin's house. The sun was setting. She had spent her Saturday dreading this moment. She's going to fuck me now. I made my oath, and now I have no excuses to keep me from submitting. She didn't regret letting Kyle take her virginity--how could she regret such a wonderful night?--but she wasn't looking forward to Celestite's appetite.

I made this choice, and I have to live with it. It was worth it to save my mom's life. But she desperately wished there was a way out. That Kyle could save her from the professor's clutches. Then they could live happily ever after.