Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Twenty-One: The Desires of the Succubus
Copyright 2014, 2015

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Character List

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. He has used the cure on Fatima and waits for her to wake up.

Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife.

Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart and has woken up from her coma.

Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin’s dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Christy has found redemption from Ishtar and serves the goddess. She is returning to Kyle.

Nakamura Fumi: Kyle’s girlfriend and wielder of Windfeather. She’s a Yuiki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. In Japan, she found the way to be with Kyle but was badly wounded in a fight with Zaritha. Zaritha is nursing her back to health.

Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.

Enemies

Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle’s school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power. He has dominated kyle’s mother.

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.

Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. Captured by Burke, she was freed fighting Fumi in Japan. Badly wounded, Zaritha plots revenge on Burke and is nursing Fumi back to health as part of her plan.

Detective Donnar: The homicide detective investigating the deaths of Ms. Franklin and her coven. Kyle is his prime suspect. Failed to find evidence at Kyle’s house.

Shadow: A member of Burke’s coven. She is Masquerading as Mrs. Skinner, Kyle’s math teacher.

The Vicar: Another member of Burke’s coven. Masquerading as Mr. Skinner, a teacher at Kyle’s school.

Sable Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. After the coven’s defeat, she serves Burke and is on a mission to kill Christy for betraying the coven. Erinyes has told her of an Incubus she can use on Christy.

Erinyes: The vengeful daughter of Hecate hunting Christy for betraying her oaths to the Goddess Hecate. Since Christy serves Ishtar, Erinyes can no longer hurt her directly, so she is aiding Tourmaline in her hunt for Christy.

Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.

Concubines

Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.

Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.

Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.

Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.

Antoinette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.

Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.

Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.

Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.

Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.

Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.

Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.

Mindy Unmei nee Stoneking: A nurse at the hospital where Fatima is sick and Kyle’s newest concubine.

Other Characters

Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Was dominated on her date with Burke.

Mrs. Skinner: Kyle’s first period math teacher and Aaliyah’s third period math teacher. Killed by Burke and replaced by Shadow. Her husband was replaced by the Vicar.

Braiden Smythe: Kyle’s former friend. Braiden is in love with Christy and makes passes at her.

Corey Derrickson: Kyle’s friend and master of Aleah, his concubine.

Iris: The daughter of Ishtar and the spiritual guide of Christy on her path of redemption through the Spirit Realm.

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, her mouth salivating. She was almost recovered; the cum she had been ingesting quickly was healing the terrible burns Zaritha had inflicted upon her. But that was when the Ifrit had been a slave to Principal 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.

“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, stumbling 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,” she purred, her arousal growing, filling the air with the lily-scented perfume of her musk.

They were hard and reached for her, the men’s bodies lean and compact. Her pussy itched, 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 a 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 brushed 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 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 her 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 back in.

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, and shook in a ball.

“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 of Burke. Aaliyah could wait until Zaritha had destroyed that bastard for presuming to bind her. “Yes, it is,” Zaritha said, standing up, clothing appearing on her body in a flash of fire. “You two.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the man that had fucked Fumi’s ass panted, his cock small and pathetic now that he had cum.

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

The fires that burned inside these men, letting her control them as puppets, would snuff out once they had followed directions. They pulled on their pants and walked out into that horrible blizzard 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 create her own clothes out of creation’s fire, she could not create 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 her 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 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. 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.

“The Unmei residence,” Zaritha answered, the rain hissing off her heat. “Tell Kyle I will meet him five blocks south of the school on 86th Avenue fifteen minutes before school 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 capturing 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 and let out 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 crossed the damp lawn, holding her body tight, 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 door bell again, then knocked on the door. She had no idea what time of day it was. She could see what 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. Both the orgy at my basketball game, and the fun we had in Fatima’s hospital room.”

“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 to try it out.”

The concubine led her by the hand to the stairs. On the second floor, Fumi was taken into a small bathroom. Teleisia opened the counter 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!” she moaned.

“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 dimensional pocket to house Kyle’s suite.”

“Suite?”

“Yep. There’s—”

A door opened. “So the Yuki-onna is back,” purred Britney. “What happened to your eyes?”

“The price to be with Kyle,” Fumi answered. “You have nothing to worry about.”

“Good. Enjoy yourself.” The door closed.

“Britney’s intense, but she’s very protective of Kyle,” answered Teleisia. “She and Phillipa live in that room.”

Phillipa? Wasn’t that the name of the witch we captured? Questions whirled in Fumi’s mind.

The concubine opened another door, a hallway led deeper out, lined with doors. “There is a room for each of the concubines, and bigger rooms for the wives. This is your room.” Teleisia touched a door as they passed. “And then this is the Master Bedroom. It’s where we all sleep.”

She opened the door. Fumi, thanks to her bow, witnessed a huge bed, the largest she had ever seen. It was crowded with women and she could make out the muscular form of a man in the center—Kyle. Her excitement grew, lily tickling her nose.

“Kyle,” she whispered, trembling more.

Some of the women stirred.

“Kyle.” She said it with more force then last time.

A woman sat up. “Is that Fumi?” Then she squealed. “Wake up, Master.”

“What, Chyna,” grumbled Kyle.

“Fumi’s here!”

“What?” Kyle bolted up in the middle of the bed, the other women stirring. “Fumi. You’re back.” Such joy was in his solid voice.

“I am,” she smiled, tears forming in her sightless eyes. “I did it.”

He crawled across the concubines and crossed the room to her, his cock hardening before him. He swept her up in his strong embrace. She thrust the bow into Teleisia’s startled hands. Darkness fell on her, but that didn’t matter, she was in Kyle’s arms. Her fingers found his face, his lips curled into a big smile.

“You came back. One of you came back.” He crushed her to his naked chest, her breasts pressing against his hard muscles.

“I did,” she sighed, savoring the crush of his strength. “I love you, Kyle.”

He picked her up, spinning her about. “I love you, too, Fumi.” He sat her down, his hands stroking up her back to touch her face. “Your eyes…they’re solid white.”

“I’m blind,” she answered. “That was the price I paid so we could be together.”

“Did it hurt?” His fingers were tender on her face.

“No.” She smiled, kissing his fingers as they brushed her lips. “It was a small thing to give up to be with you.”

“So we can really make love and it won’t…?”

“I will not kill you. You are the one man I can be fully intimate with and not harm. You are my one, Kyle. And…I want you now. I have gone through so much for this moment. Make love to me.”

“Yes, Master,” a concubine called out. “It’ll be so beautiful.”

“Like a fairy tale,” another answered.

“Bring our wife to bed,” Aaliyah purred. “And find solace in the joy of her embrace.”

He scooped her up, his lips finding hers. She held his neck, delighting in his love. She didn’t need to see to experience his passion. She could feel it in the beat of his heart, the tenderness of his caresses, the strength of his arms.

The bed was soft and silky beneath her. The air was thick with feminine lust. She could hear the concubines stirring, kissing, caressing, moaning. Kyle’s musk overpowered hers as he draped his strong form across her body, his lips find hers. His hand slid up and cupped her small breast, thumbing her nipple. She moaned into his lips.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips moving to nuzzle her neck. “Like a porcelain doll.”

“But I’m not fragile,” she purred. “I can be loved vigorously.”

He laughed, kissing down to her breasts. He nipped her nipple, then sucked on it. She loved that feel, the pleasure shooting down to her hot pussy. A woman pressed against her side, nipples hard. The woman leaned in, her breath hot on Fumi’s ear, and licked.

“Doesn’t his mouth feel wonderful on you?” purred Aaliyah.

“Yes,” Fumi answered, turning her head. If she could see, she would be looking into the dusky woman’s eyes. “He’s amazing.”

“You’re his wife now,” Aaliyah continued. “My wife.”

Their lips met. It was such a soft and gentle kiss. Fumi relaxed into the kiss. She had never been attracted to women before, but this just felt right. Their kiss grew more passionate as Kyle kissed down her flat stomach until he was spreading her thighs wide, his lips kissing through her thick pubic hair to find her sweet pussy.

His lick was wonderful, so much better than Teleisia had been. His tongue worked through her folds, dipping into her pussy, then up to brush her clitoris. She shuddered, moaning into Aaliyah’s lips. Kyle’s tongue sent pleasure gusting through her body. She writhed on the bed, kissing her wife harder. Aaliyah’s gentle fingers found her small breast, teasing her hard nipples, adding small flurries to the great gusts Kyle generated.

“Oh, Kyle. Love me!” she purred, breaking Aaliyah’s kiss.

“Let yourself go,” Aaliyah whispered into her ear. “Cum on our husband’s face. Give him what he wants.”

“My pussy juices?”

“Your pleasure. That’s what he wants. He wants you to feel such amazing pleasure. He loves you so much. He missed you so badly.”

“I missed him,” Fumi purred, the pleasure growing and growing inside her, a great storm.

“Then cum.” Aliyah’s lips kissed down her neck and found her hard nipple, sucking them into her lips. It was such a different feel than Kyle’s lips. She was gentler, not trying to suck her entire nipple into her lips, but kissing and teasing.

Kyle’s lips found her clitoris, his tongue batting her nub. His fingers spread her pussy open, then he shoved two in deep. Her pussy clenched about them. He fingered-fucked her, sucking harder on her clitoris.

“Kyle! You’re going to make me cum! Oh, yes! Oh, that’s what I needed! I’m going to explode on your face!”

“Do it!” moaned Aaliyah.

Her climax howled through her body. She bucked into Kyle’s hungry mouth. Her pussy convulsed on his finger. She screamed his name, adding her cries to the concubines moaning and panting around them.

“I need you, Kyle!” she gasped. “Fuck me! Stick that big cock in my pussy! Please, Kyle!”

“I’d love nothing less,” he growled.

“Fuck her hard,” Aaliyah moaned. “She’s been denying herself for so long. Make her cum!”

Kyle crawled up her body, his hard cock nudging her thigh, sliding up to her eager hole. She could feel his strong body above hers, reaching out with one hand to feel his hard pecs, giving his nipples a twist.

“Naughty wife,” Kyle growled. “You’ve been gone so long! I’ve missed you so much!”

“And now I’m fully yours!”

“I trust you, Fumi,” he whispered, stroking the tip of his cock against her pussy lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, then she wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

His cock thrust into her wet depths.

She moaned; it was so wonderful. Thick and hard, burying deep into her. This is what her body had been craving. Her pussy convulsed, another orgasm rocking through her. She needed his cum; her body was ready to feast on his vitality.

His hips pumped. Her hips writhed, matching his thrusts. She rose to meet him, her clitoris crushed by his pubic bone. His strong chest pressed against her tiny breast as he fucked her harder and harder.

“Give her what she needs,” purred Aaliyah. “Give our wife the sweet cum she craves.”

What a loving creature Aaliyah is! As Kyle pumped his cock in and out of her depths, she reached her hand out and found Aaliyah’s flat stomach, she pushed her fingers lower and found her Genie wife’s bare pussy. She stroked her lips, then shoved two fingers into the Genie’s depths, matching Kyle’s rhythm.

“Oh, Fumi!” gasped Aaliyah, her pussy hot and velvety about Fumi’s fingers. “You wonderful woman. Finger me! Let me share in your joy.”

Kyle broke their kiss, his arm reaching out and pulling Aaliyah against them. “I have you both,” he grunted. “My beautiful wives.”

She probed Aaliyah’s pussy faster as Kyle’s strokes grew more intense. “So wonderful!” she moaned. “I’m so lucky to have you two!”

Her thumb rubbed Aaliyah’s clitoris; the Genie quivered, her pussy squeezing down on Fumi’s fingers. “Thank you, Fumi! Thank you for sharing!” She shuddered and moaned, her pussy cumming on Fumi’s fingers.

“You’re welcome, my wife!” Fumi liked that word. “I…I think I’m going to love this marriage! Now cum in me, husband! My pussy has been craving this for so long!”

“Gladly! I’m going to give you so much cum! You’ll be leaking it out of your pussy for days!”

“Wonderful!” Her thighs squeezed about his hips. “Give it to me!”

“Fumi!” he groaned, slamming into her. Then that wonderful, hot cum pulsed into her. She shivered, her pussy rejoicing at the feast. She drank in his vital energy. Her orgasm exploded.

“Kyle!”

She shook. She convulsed. Her mind was flooded with bliss. She was filled with energy. Every nerve in her body pulsed with rapture. More cum shot into her. A flood of Kyle’s life. But he didn’t die. He collapsed on her, groaning with passion, his lips kissing at her.

He didn’t die.

Her body shook as the tears came. For once, she hadn’t killed the man she loved.

“You never have to be afraid of your hunger again,” Kyle whispered in her ear. “You have me to keep you fed.”

His lips kissed her tear-stained cheek. Such joy filled her.

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Kyle pounded Fumi’s pussy as she knelt before him, her face buried beneath Aaliyah’s dusky thighs. His new wife was insatiable. Her succubus hungers needed to be fed. He had already fired two loads into her hot depths and was about to dump a third.

The concubines had been fucking each other just as long, and his bedroom was filled with their wonderful musk—hot pussy. He loved that odor, mixing with Fumi’s lily-scented pheromones. The aroma seemed to give him more strength.

“Cum in her!” moaned Aaliyah, her round breasts quivering as he came on Fumi’s lips. “Give her what she needs!”

“Hasn’t she had enough?” Kyle grinned. “Don’t you want some, Aaliyah.”

“I do!” she moaned. “But she needs it more.”

His cock itched, his balls tightened, and he flooded Fumi’s cunt for the third time. She gasped and quaked her orgasm whipping through her body. His hands slid down her back as he buried into her, delighting in the pleasure pumping out of him.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said, collapsing back onto the bed.

“Master,” purred blonde Alexina, pressing against him and kissing him, her lips stained with a few different concubine’s cunts. “You look a little tired.”

“I may have worn him out,” giggled Fumi. Then she squealed as Chyna began sucking his cum out of her pussy. “Oh, wow, that’s it! The concubines are really growing on me.”

“We should probably try and get some sleep,” Kyle said, glancing at the clock. It was three in the morning. Fumi had shown up after midnight. “We have a big day tomorrow.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“We’re going to investigate the Principal at Kyle’s school,” Aaliyah answered. “Kyle’s mom acted real funny after he left here last night.”

“Yeah,” Kyle nodded. “So I wished to know if she’s under a spell.”

“And I can’t tell you that,” Aaliyah answered. “I need Faiza’s permission.”

“See, something’s off about that,” Kyle said. “Explain why you would need her permission.”

“Well, the only person I need permission to affect with my powers is Kyle. It’s a safeguard to keep me from being used against him. It’s part of the Laws that bind Djinn. Only Kyle should have this protection, and yet Faiza has it as well.”

“It’s suspicious,” Kyle nodded.

“Zaritha told me there was someone—”

Kyle’s phone rang. “Answer that someone,” he said, then turned to Fumi. “So, who’s this Zaritha?”

“She’s the Ifrit that was sent to kill me.”

He blinked. “What? By whom?”

“Master,” Toni called out. “The phone’s for you.”

“Not now.” He looked at Fumi’s blank, white eyes. “Who sent the Ifrit to kill you?”

“Master, you really need to take this call.”

“It can’t be that important,” he shouted.

“It’s Mindy. Fatima’s awake.”

His heart almost stopped; the room grew quiet for a moment, and then Ann and Kayleah let out whoops of joy, followed by the rest of the concubines. Kyle was wondering if the night was a dream. First Fumi returns and now his sister-wife was finally awake from her nightmare.

“We have to go right away,” he smiled. “Let’s get dressed.”

“Too slow,” Aaliyah said.

“I wish we were all clothed!”

In a blink of the eye, Kyle, Fumi, Aaliyah, and all the concubines were clothed. Fumi gave a started gasp, but the concubines were all used to Aaliyah’s powers. “Let me wake Mother,” Shannon called out.

“No,” Kyle said. “Something’s not right with her. Principal Burke has done something to her.”

“Principal Burke?” gasped Fumi. “He’s the man that sent Zaritha to kill me.”

“What is going on?” Britney demanded from the doorway. “This has grown louder than your usual orgy.”

“Fatima’s awake!” cheered Ann and Kayleah.

Anger grew in Kyle. “Principal Burke sent an Ifrit to kill Fumi.”

Britney bristled. “I sensed no power from the man.”

“We’ll talk on the drive to the hospital,” Kyle declared. “Rouse your mate.”

Britney nodded. “If your wife could assist in readying her. She is quite tied up at the moment. You seem in some haste.”

“Aaliyah, I wish that.”

Minutes later they were piling into Shannon’s SUV and Kyle listened with astonishment as Fumi told about her battle with Zaritha, the terrible burns she suffered, and how she had freed the Ifrit from the Principal’s controls by shooting off her bracers.

“And then she nursed me back to health and brought me here,” Fumi shifted, clutching her bow. “She wants to meet with you before school.”

“About?”

“Fighting Burke.”

Kyle nodded. “Good. He’s done something to my mom. Aaliyah, I wish that your homunculi will keep my mom in the house. No one enters or leaves.”

“Done.”

“As long as she’s trapped there, he can’t do anything else to her.” He didn’t like keeping his mom prisoner, but he couldn’t let this monster touch her anymore. He would protect her.

Shannon parked her SUV. “Let’s go see her! I’ve missed her so much.”

Kyle nodded. “She definitely livens things up.”

“Um, maybe I should wait,” Fumi said. “I need my bow to see and…”

Kyle glanced at the bow clutched in her hand, his mind looking for a solution. “Well, Aaliyah, I wish that, um, Fumi’s bow could transform into glasses when she wants it to.”

Aaliyah gave a frown. “I think that is possible now that she is your wife.”

The bow swirled into green energy, then shrank in her hand until she held a pair of cute, green glasses with tinted lenses. She pulled them on and smiled. “It works the same. Thank you very much.”

Kyle smiled at her, then he looked at the hospital and his heart sped up. “Let’s go see Fatima. I bet she’s bouncing off the walls.”

Aaliyah giggled. “She’s been asleep for a week. I can only imagine.

Kyle strode into the hospital, Aaliyah and Fumi at his side, the concubines following behind them. They crammed into the elevator, an excited buzz humming in the air. The elevator dinged and Kyle led the way, his stride lengthening and quickening the closer and closer they got.

“I don’t need to lie in bed,” Fatima’s voice objected through her door. Kyle smiled; she sounded as feisty as ever.

He pushed open the door. “She seems fine, doctor,” Mindy, Kyle’s nurse concubine, insisted, facing a young doctor in blue scrubs and a white coat. “We should listen to her.” Ever since Kyle had claimed the cute nurse as a concubine, she had been ordered to keep an eye on his sleeping sister.

“We should run some tests and make sure—”

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Kyle objected, striding forward, his concubine’s filling in behind him.

“Visiting hours are long over,” the doctor objected.

“Kyle!” Fatima shrieked. She was sitting on her bed in her white, hospital gown, her dark, slanted eyes burning with joy. She practically launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his body. “I listened to you! I fought the nightmare. Thank you, thank you.”

Kyle clutched her tight, his lips kissing her forehead. She was so warm in his arm. “It’s good to hold you.”

“Young man!” the doctor objected. “You have to leave.”

“Yeah,” Kyle agreed, scooping Fatima up into his arms. Her arm went around his neck, her lips hot as they kissed and nuzzled at his neck. “We’re out of here.”

“You can’t!”

“He can, doctor,” Mindy said, dropping her stethoscope on the floor to join with the other concubines. “He can do what he wants.”

“We saved you, Aaliyah!” Fatima cheered, reaching out to take Aaliyah’s hand.

“You did. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“A week.”

Fatima blinked. “Wow, we do have a lot to make up for.” She giggled wickedly. “Let’s get home. I’m feeling horny.”

“Shannon’s car is roomy enough, Mistress,” Kayleah said. “Ann and I missed you a lot.”

“That’s so sweet! After I’m through with Kyle and Aaliyah, I’ll make the both of you scream.”

“And what about your other wife?” Kyle asked as they entered the elevator.

“Christy,” snorted Fatima. “You didn’t forgive the bitch, did you?”

“She…ran away. I don’t think she’s ever coming back.”

“Good.”

“He meant me, Fatima,” Fumi said.

Fatima let out a pleased squeal. “Did you see Niqualmie then?”

“I did. Thank you for suggesting it, Fatima.”

“So, is she a good fuck?”

“She is,” Kyle grinned. “She’s insatiable.”

The elevator doors opened as Fatima giggled, squirming in his arms. “Then I want her sitting on my face and your cock in my pussy, stat!”

Kyle’s cock swelled. “Right away.”

Auburn-haired Carla opened the door to Shannon’s SUV. “Um, are we all going to fit in that?” Fatima asked.

“It’s bigger than it looks,” Aaliyah answered.

“Did you genie it?”

“Of course,” she laughed. “It’s very convenient.”

Fatima gave a wicked laugh as Kyle ducked into the spacious rear. “Do you take your ladies in here and have naughty fun with them?”

“What do you think?” Kyle asked, setting her down on the spacious, pillowed floor, his fingers caressing her dusky cheek.

Her hand snaked down and squeezed his cock through his jeans. “That you are a big pervert, big bro, and you have a whole harem of hot chicks eager to please.”

Kyle grinned at her, giving her lips a kiss as her fingers fumbled with his jeans. Her tongue was aggressive, shoving into his mouth. He could feel the fires of her passion growing as his little sister snapped his jeans open and shoved her hands inside. Soft and warm, jerking his hard cock.

Fumi stretched out beside them, nuzzling their lips. Fatima turned her head, breaking the kiss with Kyle to plant an aggressive smooch on Fumi’s hungry lips. Her hand jerked Kyle harder, shudders of pleasure roared through him.

“Aaliyah, I wish we were all naked.”

“What a wonderful idea,” she purred.

Fatima’s naked, developing body appeared beneath him, her breasts budding. He bent down, captured her hard nipple, sucking it between his lips. Fatima squealed into Fumi’s lips, then broke the kiss, looking down at Kyle.

“Hungry for my youthful charms?” Fatima laughed.

“Always.” He nipped her other nipple. “Your tits are so cute.”

“They are,” Fumi purred, her hand sliding up to pinch Fatima’s other nipple, rolling the brown nub between her fingers.

Fatima’s hand reached out, grasping small breasts, giving her nipples a twist. Fumi gasped and purred, her wonderful, lily-scented passion flooding Kyle’s nose. His cock squirted in Fatima’s jerking hand, shooting white cum all over her thighs.

“Oh, no,” Fatima gasped. “Premature fire.”

“Sorry,” Fumi giggled. “My pheromones got to him.” His Japanese wife turned around, her head diving down to lick up his cum spilled white across Fatima’s thigh. Kyle backed off, letting Fumi clean his cum off his sister. Some splashed on Fatima’s bare, tight slit, and Fumi’s tongue found it, nuzzling her pussy.

“Ohh, I like her a lot,” Fatima panted. “Come sit on my face and let’s give our husband a lezzie show. I need his cock hard to fuck me!”

“Sure,” Fumi purred, shifting her hips to straddle her head. Fatima’s licks were loud and sloppy, and Kyle’s cock stirred at the sight.

“Let me help you, Master,” Ms. Capello purred, crawling towards him, her heavy breasts swaying. “I want my student ready to perform.”

Her mouth engulfed his cock, her tongue swirling, coaxing his cock back to a full erection. Fumi’s tongue worked through Fatima’s slit, revealing her pink depths as Fumi’s tongue flicked about. She was getting Fatima nice and wet for his cock.

“That’s it, slut,” Kyle grunted, his cock swelling in his teacher’s mouth. “You’re such a bad teacher!”

She moaned around his cock, her brown eyes flashing up at him.

“Get my cock ready to fuck my wife like a good concubine.”

Alexina crawled behind Ms. Capello, burying her face into the kneeling teacher’s pussy; Ms. Capello sucked harder. His cock felt ready, so he pulled out and the teacher moaned and gasped as the blonde concubine pleasured her.

“You’re ready, Kyle,” Fumi purred, looking up from Fatima’s pussy, tart juices coating her lips. “I can smell it.”

“Then fuck me!” Fatima’s cried, her voice muffled by Fumi’s pussy.

Fumi rose up, her perky breasts jiggling. Kyle dove between Fatima’s spread thighs and shoved his cock deep into his sister’s pussy. She was tight and hot, and Kyle savored being buried into her taboo pussy. There was something special about fucking your family member.

He pumped his cock in and out of her, their flesh slapping together. Fumi’s face swam before him, her all-white eyes squeezed closed behind her green glasses. Her arms reached out, seizing his shoulders and pulling him. Her lips, covered in Fatima’s tart pussy juices, latched onto his. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, savoring the feel of her and the taste of his sister. He fucked Fatima harder, his sister gasping and panting into Fumi’s pussy.

“That’s it! Fuck me, big bro! That’s what I need! Give it to me! Let me feel your strength!”

Their flesh slapped as he fucked her harder and harder, burying his cock all the way into her. Her pussy convulsed about his cock and she cried out his name into Fumi’s pussy. He loved the feel of a cumming cunt about his cock—he gave his sister this pleasure.

“Kyle, you fucking stud!” she moaned. “Keep fucking me! Oh, yes! I’m going to cum again! Love you so much, big bro!”

Her pussy kept going wild on his cock, milking him. Fumi broke their kiss, throwing her head back. “Fatima!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! I’m about to explode! You’re stirring my cauldron up! Oh, yes! I’m cumming!”

Her lily pheromones flooded the SUV. A chorus of feminine moans filled the car. It sounded like every concubine was cumming, flooding the back of the SUV with more and more feminine musk. Kyle’s balls boiled and he buried himself into Fatima’s pussy.

“Take my cum, little sister!” he grunted as his orgasm pulsed out of him in wonderful, intense shudders. “Take every little bit of it!”

“That’s what I needed!” Fatima moaned. “Flood me! Give me your cum! Knock up your baby sister!”

His pleasure reached it’s peak, and then it passed. He fell to the floor of the SUV, hugging Fatima. Fumi slid off and cuddled up to Fatima’s other side. He felt Aaliyah’s round breasts press against his back, her arms draping around him.

His family was almost complete. Are you ever coming back to me, Christy?

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Mount Shasta, CA

Christy stepped out of the Spirit Realm. Iris stood at her side before she flashed into a rainbow and wrapped around Christy’s neck, forming a bright necklace. She took a deep breath, reveling in the musty smell of the cave. The real world looked normal, no more that strange, bizarre, ever changing landscaped that looked like a runny watercolor painting. Things were solid and real here.

Her cell phone chirped. She pulled it out. There were a lot of missed calls from her parents. And one from Kyle.

Her heart beat faster. She called her voice mail, a sudden hopeful tremble passed through her even as her stomach twisted with fear. She had to skip nine messages from her mother before she reached Kyle’s.

“Hey, Christy… It’s, um, Kyle.” He paused to take a deep breath. It was so wonderful to hear his voice. “I…know things didn’t end well between us. But…I need you.”

Tears ran down her cheek. This was the garbled phone call I heard in the Spirit Realm.

“I loved you ever since I laid eyes on you. I still love you. You made a bad decision. But it doesn’t have to be permanent. You came back. You helped us save Aaliyah. You may have made a bad decision, but then you made a good one. The right one. And I need your help again. Fatima is under a spell. We don’t know how to break it. You made the right decision once and came back. I can only hope that you’ll make the right decision again. I love you. Come back to me. Even if you can’t help.”

A smile grew on her lips even as her joyful tears flooded down her cheeks. “He loves me, Iris.”

*I told you to have faith,* Iris whispered in Christy’s mind. *Love can accomplish such great things.*

“I need to call him,” she said, navigating through her phone’s menus, scrolling through all her contacts.

“Hello, Amber.”

Christy jumped, flinching at her coven name. She looked up to see Sable Purcell glaring at her at the cave’s mouth, a tourmaline pendant around her neck. The last time Christy had seen Sable, she had been lying unconscious outside Ms. Franklin’s cabin.

“You shouldn’t have betrayed the coven!” Sable hissed, holding out her hand, a pink gem clutched in her hand.

Fear spiked in Christy’s heart as Sable threw the gem down onto the stony floor of the cave. It shattered, flooding the room in pink light, and birthed an Elemental.

To be continued…

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