The Battered Lamp Ch. 20

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish college student that awoke Aaliyah and inherited her mission to free the Djinn. Wielder of Earthbones, a magical katana given to him by Aaliyah.

Aaliyah: A Djinn of the Jann Tribe sent to marry the mortal who would set the Djinn free. Kyle's first wife.

Fatima: Kyle's younger sister and second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear). She lies in a magical coma. Kyle has a cure.

Christy (Amber): Kyle's third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she was a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. After betraying Aaliyah to her coven, Christy has found redemption from the goddess Ishtar.

Fumi: Kyle's girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubus who if she has vaginal intercourse with men, she kills them. She is traveled to Japan to break her curse so she can be with Kyle, losing her sight to as payment. She was wounded by Zaritha in a fight.

Britney: Kyle's best friend and a hermaphroditic Rakshasa. She has sworn to protect him. She has dominated and taken Phillipa as her mate.

Concubines

Chyna: Kyle's first concubine and classmate. A spell was cast on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a Master/Sex Slave relationship by Ms. Franklin.

Shannon: Chyna's widowed mother. Kyle took her as a concubine.

Alexina: Another classmate of Kyle's and the first submissive woman he dominated thanks to a wish. He can recognize a submissive woman by a pale-pink aura about them.

Carla: An auburn haired coed Kyle claimed in gym.

Ann: Fatima's friend turned concubine.

Kayleah: Fatima's former bully, now her concubine.

Toni: A cheerleader concubine of Kyle's.

Ms. Capello: Kyle's young English professor and concubine.

Teleisia: Aaliyah's African-American concubine.

Lois: Kyle's Native American, lesbian concubine.

Mindy: Kyle's nurse concubine.

Phillipa (Jade): Half-Korean, former member of the coven. After being dominated, she is now Britney's mate.

Enemies

Dean Stanley Burke: The Dean of Kyle's college. A warlock, serving Hecate, hunting Aaliyah. He had dominated Faiza.

Sable (Tourmaline): Member of the coven and Christy's sorority sister. Waiting to ambush Christy.

Zaritha: An Ifrit hunting Aaliyah. Posing as Lexie Lyndon. Freed from her enslavement by Fumi and now plots against Burke.

Hecate: A dark goddess and patron of Burke. Christy betrayed Hecate, and the goddess sent her daughter Erinyes to hunt Christy down.

Erinyes: Hecate's daughter, hunting Christy because she betrayed the coven.

Shadow: A servant of Burke. Posing as Professor Skinner.

The Vicar: A servant of Burke. Posing as Professor Skinner's husband.

Braiden: Kyle's former friend who desires to date Christy. Along with Zane and Frankie, transformed into servants of Burke.

Other Characters

Faiza: Kyle and Fatima's mother. Under Burke's control.

Corey: One of Kyle's friends. Aleah is his sex slave.

Professor Skinner: Kyle and Christy's recently married math professor. Killed and replaced by Shadow.

Ishtar: A goddess who has offered Christy redemption and sanctuary from Hecate. She sent her daughter, Iris, to lead Christy through the Spirit Realm.

Passionate Reunions

Wednesday, January 27th -- Kamifurano, Hokkaido, Japan

Fumi licked her lips as Zaritha led in the two men, snow swirling through the motel room's doorway. Another blizzard was smothering the mountain town of Kamifurano. She could "see" the individual snowflakes swirling on the wind thanks to Windfeather, the bow Kyle had gifted her. Her sight had been the price to be with him, but thanks to the kami dwelling within the bow, she could see the currents of the air painting the solid objects in green in her mind.

And her attention was fixed on the two men the Ifrit had brought with her. Fumi's mouth salivated. She was almost recovered. The cum she had been ingesting was quickly healing the terrible burns Zaritha had inflicted upon her. But that was when the Ifrit had been a slave to Dean Burke, Kyle's enemy. Fumi was eager to get back to Kyle. She had tried to call him, but the winter storm had knocked out the phone lines in this part of Hokkaido. It was remote, up in the mountains.

"They look handsome," purred Fumi, writhing on the bed. "Such strapping men."

"Have at her, boys," laughed the Ifrit.

"Yes, Mistress," mumbled one of the men as he stumbled forward, his hands fumbling at his pants. Fumi had a momentary pang of guilt--Zaritha was dominating these men with her power, bringing them in to feed Fumi's appetites.

But I need to get better to get back to Kyle, she reminded herself.

"Let me see those cocks," Fumi purred, her arousal growing, filling the air with the lily-scented perfume of her musk, which drove human males wild with lust.

They were hard and reached for her, the men's bodies lean and compact. Her pussy itched to be filled, but she couldn't let them stick their cocks in there. She never wanted to kill a man that way again. She let go of Windfeather, the world going black for her again, and knelt on the bed.

She could smell them, sweat and spicy cologne mixed together. The bed shifted as one crawled on it, his knees rasping across the sheets. Then the second one joined him, crawling to her face. She licked her lips, trembling with anticipation. That salty-musk of balls and cock filled her nose, and the wonderful sent of precum.

"That's it," moaned the guy as her lips instinctively reached out and found the tip of his cock. She savored the taste of his precum, her lips sucking hard, eager for the treat of his spunk. "What a hot slut!"

I am a slut! A slut for yummy, delicious cum!

She worked her tongue around the tip, teasing him, eager for the man to give her what she needed. He held her head, working more and more of her cock into her mouth. His heavy balls slapped her chin as the tips of his cock brushed the back of her throat. He wasn't long, but that didn't matter to the Yuki-onna.

The other man smacked her ass, sending a stinging bit of pain through her; she felt so dirty and moaned around the first man's dick. He tastes like his name was Mamaro, she decided, and the other man feels like his name is Ichigo.

"What a dirty whore," Ichigo laughed, his hard cock rubbing against her thigh. "She is dripping wet. Eager for my cock."

His dick brushed through the curls of her bushy pubic hair, then slid up her tight slit. She moaned into Mamaro's cock, pushing back with her hips, eager to feel him buried into her--

No! He can't stick his cock in there!

She tried to pull her mouth off Mamaro's cock, but the man held her firm. "No you don't, slut! You keep sucking my dick until I cum down your hungry mouth! So stop fighting!"

Fumi pulled harder, but the man was too strong as his hips hammered his cock over and over into her lips. Ichigo's cock penetrated her pussy, sinking into her wet depths. It felt so wonderful in there, the pleasure and her body's hunger driving almost all thought out of her mind.

So good. It won't hurt for him to thrust in a few times, her hunger seemed to purr.

She pushed her hips back, her pussy clenching down on him. A purr escaped her throat, vibrating around Mamaro's cock. Ichigo's hands gripped her hips, his cock slamming into her juicy depths. She could smell her excitement and hear the wet sound of his cock sluicing through her hot hole. He fucked her harder, slamming in and out of her pussy, the pleasure washing away concern from her mind.

That's what I need. A nice, thick cock in my cunt. Fuck the consequences.

"None of that," purred Zaritha. "I don't need to hear the little thing bleating with guilt. Stick it into her ass."

"Yes, Mistress," Ichigo said, his cock ripping out of Fumi's pussy.

No! Stick it back in! I was so close! Please!

Ichigo's cock, wet with her pussy juices, slid through her supple asscheeks, nudging at her puckered backdoor. The tip spread her open, Fumi grunting as he pressed against her sphincter. Then he pushed into the depths of her bowels. New pleasure burned through her, not as good as the inferno his cock had created in her pussy, but satisfying. She bucked her hips back into his hard thrusts, squeezing her ass down on his cock, eager for his cum.

"She is such a slut!" laughed Mamaro, thrusting his cock in time with Ichigo. Both men buried their cocks into her at the same time, then drew back and slammed them in hard.

She felt so used and filthy. She loved it, rocking back against both men, savoring their cocks violating her holes. Her fingers gripped the sheets as her orgasm neared, swelling inside her.

Mamaro's hands tightened in her hair. "Take it, slut! Drink every, last drop!"

I will!

His thick, delicious cum squirted into her mouth. Salty delight exploded on her taste buds. She swallowed, the vital warmth spreading through her. It reached her swelling passion. Her orgasm burst. Waves of pleasure slammed through her. She swallowed more cum, feeding her hunger as her cumming ass milked Ichigo's cock.

"That's it, slut!" panted Mamaro, pulling his cock out of her lips. She could hear him falling back on the bed, panting.

"Oh, fuck me harder!" she moaned. She threw back a glance and wished she could see the passion twisting across Ichigo's face.

But she could feel his passion as he hammered her ass.

"Oh, fuck! You came with my cock up your ass! What whore! Shit! My wife never lets me do this!"

"Cum in my ass!" Fumi moaned, rocking back. "Fill me up! I need it so bad."

"Yes, please do," panted Zaritha, her bedsprings creaking.

"Are you masturbating?"

"Oh, yes! It's so hot! They're defiling your body. Cum in her ass!"

"Yes, Mistress!" Ichigo buried his cock into her. Cum pulsed into her depths.

Her body absorbed the vital energy. A second orgasm rippled through her. She moaned, the dark world swimming about her. She collapsed onto the bed, his cock ripping out of her ass. Fumi curled into a ball as the pleasure burned through her body, restoring her health.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she purred. "That's what I needed!"

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Zaritha's pussy clenched about her plunging fingers. The Yuki-onna lay on the bed, her asshole gaping open, a little bit of the man's cum leaking out of her bowls. The Ifrit's orgasm burned hot through her. It was such a wonderful fire. The air danced around her fingers as she lifted them to her lips and savored her spicy, molten passion.

"I think that's it," Fumi moaned. "I think I'm recovered."

Finally! Zaritha didn't realize how long it would take to restore the girl. It would have gone so much faster if Fumi had been willing to kill a few men. But she had her morals, and it wasn't worth her tears just to speed up this process.

"It's time for us to go to Kyle," Fumi purred, stretching on the bed.

It's time to get my revenge on Burke. Her original mission to kill Aaliyah could wait until Zaritha had destroyed Burke for presuming to bind her. "Yes, it is," Zaritha said, standing up, clothing appearing on her body in a flash of fire. She glanced at the men. "You two."

"Yes, Mistress," the man that had fucked Fumi's ass panted, his cock small and pathetic now that he had cum. The other man nodded.

"Get dressed and return to your rooms. Forget all about this."

The fires that burned inside these men, letting Zaritha control them as puppets, would snuff out once they had followed her directions. They pulled on their pants and walked out into that horrible blizzard still raging outside to return to their hotel rooms. The Ifrit hated Hokkaido.

Fumi grasped her Si'lat made bow, fixing her completely white eyes on Zaritha. "Do you have any clothes for me?"

"I did not think to grab your clothes when I rescued you from the hot springs," the Ifrit admitted. She did forget those simple, mortal concerns. While Zaritha could form her own clothes out of creation's fire, she could not conjure them for others. An Ifrit's powers did not lay in that direction like a Jann. Like Aaliyah.

"I guess Kyle won't mind if I show up naked." She glanced at the door. "But, um, I might freeze to death."

"We'll be traveling as fire," Zaritha answered. "You will be perfectly warm."

"Okay," she nodded, walking with grace over to Zaritha and holding out her hand, a love-sick smile smeared across her lips.

Zaritha took Fumi's hand then led her to the door and threw it open. An icy wind swirled about them and Fumi gasped. Zaritha pushed out her heat, the snow slamming into it melting into water droplets. She strode outside, snow steaming into water on the walkway.

"So, is this going to hurt?" Fumi asked.

"I don't know," the Ifrit answered. "It won't hurt me. But you can always get home on your own. A Yuki-onna shouldn't have any trouble bamboozling any man to help you get back to Kyle."

"No. I want to see him as soon as possible. Let's do this."

Zaritha pulled Fumi tight to her, wrapping her arms around the Japanese girl. She shivered in Zaritha's arms, clutching tight to the warmth burning inside the Ifrit. She could feel the girl was willing, and transformed them both into a whirlwind of fire.

Their essences mixed and swirled as Zaritha shot them up into the air, driving back the wind-blown snow as she sped them faster and faster away from this terrible island. The Pacific Ocean was dark blue as the sun set. They raced across the ocean. They left the sun behind, but it would be just rising again by the time they reached South Hill.

The US Coast finally neared, forested mountains rising up. She flashed across those, then flew over the Puget Sound. She found the mouth of the Puyallup River dumping into Commencement Bay, following the dark river to the town that bore its name, then turned and crossed the valley and up to South Hill.

Zaritha returned them to flesh. Fumi stumbled away from her, falling onto the wet grass of Kyle's lawn. Zaritha stood on the sidewalk staring at the house. She could feel the Jann's power warding the house. Even with the precautions Zaritha took, she knew it would be best if she didn't enter Kyle's seat of power.

"Are we here?" Fumi asked as rain drummed down on her, matting her long, blue-black hair to her olive skin.

"Kyle's residence," Zaritha answered, the rain hissing off her heat. "Tell your boyfriend I will meet him five blocks south of the college on 86th Avenue fifteen minutes before classes starts. There's an empty lot that is well obscured by brush from the road."

"I will," Fumi nodded. "Thank you for all you did for me."

"You're welcome," Zaritha purred. Thank you for gaining me Kyle's trust. It will make defeating Burke and killing Aaliyah so much easier.

She flashed back into fire and sped off.

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The raven watching Kyle's house, perched on the power line across the street, took flight despite the heavy rain weighing down its feathers. The raven's master would need to know what it had just witnessed.

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Fumi shivered in the heavy rain, but her excitement couldn't be dampened. It burst out of her in a yelp of happiness. A startled bird took flight across the road. She stood up, clutching Windfeather in her hand. The rain was icy cold and another, powerful shiver shuddered through her.

She hurried across the damp lawn, hugging her arms to her body, and reached the covered protection of the porch. She pushed the doorbell. She shivered again, but not because of the cold. She was finally about to be reunited with Kyle. She had gone through so much to be with the man she loved.

No one came.

She rang the doorbell again, then knocked on the door. She had no idea what time of day it was. She could see whatever the wind touched, but that couldn't tell her it was the afternoon or the middle of the night.

Footsteps creaked down the staircase, padding across the room. The door opened and a willowy woman stood in the doorway naked. "Yes," the woman yawned. "Are you okay? You're naked? Are you here for Kyle?"

"Yes," she said. "I'm Fumi."

The woman let out a squeal. "You're Fumi? I've heard so much about you."

The woman gave her a hug, her naked flesh so warm.

"You are one of Kyle's concubines?"

"Well, I'm Aaliyah's actually," she answered. "But Kyle is free to use me however he wants. I'm Teleisia."

"It is so nice to meet you."

"Kyle has been so depressed lately. He's missed all three of you."

"Three?" Fumi thought for a moment. "So Christy never came back?"

Teleisia shook her head. "And Fatima still hasn't woken up yet, despite Master casting this spell. It was quite hot preparing for it. Both the orgy at my basketball game, and the fun we had in Fatima's hospital room Sunday night."

"Orgy?"

Teleisia took her hand, leading her inside. "Yep. Kyle needed to charge this gem with lust, so my basketball game seemed like the best place to hold it."

The concubine led her by the hand to the stairs. On the second floor, Fumi was taken into a small bathroom. Teleisia opened the cabinet and pulled out a towel. "Allow me to dry you, Mistress."

"Mistress?"

"You're going to be one of Kyle's wives," she said, rubbing the soft towel across Fumi's back. "That means you're going to be my Mistress." The concubine let out a throaty purr. "And trust me, I'm looking forward to it."

The towel worked lower, reaching her butt. Fumi shivered as Teleisia's delicate touch sent fire burning through her. Fumi had never desired a woman before, but she could remember how delicious Zaritha's pussy tasted when the Ifrit had been feeding her cum.

Teleisia reached her legs, sliding the towel up and down, the fibers brushing against her pussy, stirring up her passion. "You smell delicious," the concubine purred, and then Fumi gasped as a tongue swiped through her slit. "Oh, you taste as good as you smell."

"Are you supposed to do that?" Fumi asked.

"Fumi, you are going to get your pussy licked by a lot of girls. Every one of the concubines knows how to please a woman, and they'll all be eager to lick at your sweet snatch." Then she took another lick, her tongue wiggling up inside Fumi.

"Oh, wow," Fumi moaned, discovering how nice a woman's tongue was.

"You are all ready for Kyle," Teleisia reported. "Your pussy is more than wet enough. If..."

"If, what?"

"Well. We all know what you are. It is safe for Master to fuck you, right? You fixed your...problem?"

"I fixed it."

"Good. Then let's go and wake him up. I know he'll be just dying to be with you."

"I know I am," Fumi smiled.

Her stomach churned with nerves as Teleisia led her to a door. She opened it up. Fumi wondered if her bow was deceiving her. The room beyond that door was far too big to fit in the house. She could see a TV on the wall, pillows strewn across the floor, shelves full of DVD's, plush couches and love seats dotting the room.

"How?"

"Aaliyah. You do know what she is, right?"

"A Genie."

"Yep, so she created a pocket dimension to house Kyle's suite."