The Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines
Copyright 2014

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones.

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 in a magical coma cursed by Ms. Franklin.

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. Out of guilt, she fled to find redemption with the Goddess Ishtar.

Nakamura Fumi: Kyle’s girlfriend. She’s a Yuiki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. She is in Japan looking for a way to be with Kyle. Wielder of Windfeather.

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.

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. She was instead captured by Burke and forced to serve him, sent to Japan to kill Fumi and retrieve Windfeather.

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: The vengeful daughter of Hecate hunting Christy for betraying her oaths to the Goddess Hecate.

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.

Antonette “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 Stoddard: Captured witch from Ms. Franklin’s coven and claimed by Britney to be her mate. Currently being broken by Britney through BDSM.

Other Characters

Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Has been asked out on a date by Principal Burke.

Mrs. Skinner: Kyle’s math teacher.

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.

Saturday, January 25th – South Hill

Britney admired her prize’s red ass as Phillipa knelt on her bed, her hands tied together then bound to a spreader bar, keeping her ankles as far apart as possible. The black-haired witch’s face was pressed against the covers, her ass thrust high into the air. Britney sat the crop down, gazing at the hazel eyes of the woman, brimming with tears and lust.

“You came hard, right?” she purred, stroking Phillipa’s dripping pussy, her tart musk filling the room. Britney loved that scent and loved her prize.

Phillipa nodded her head and moaned through the ball gag.

“I just want you to be happy, my love,” Britney purred, her scent intoxicating, and she leaned down and took a long lick up Phillipa’s pussy. “Don’t you want to be happy and be my mate?”

She could see the fear in Phillipa’s eyes. She faced an unknown future, but there was definitely love in her almond-shaped eyes. Rakshasas had been taking women and making them their mates for centuries. That was how Britney’s mothers came together—Abigail had dominated Franny and now the pair were as happy as could be. Britney stretched out on the bed, resting her face on the covers next to Phillipa, her fingers stroking her prize’s cheek above the ball gag’s strap.

“I love you so much. Don’t you love me? Don’t you want to be mine?”

A faint nod.

Exultation surged through Britney. Almost three straight days of disciplining Phillipa and she had finally surrendered. So fast. The girl must burn to be hers. She reached behind Phillipa’s head and unfastened the gag, pulling it slowly out of her mouth. Her slave worked her jaw, licking her dry lips. Britney slid in and have her a nice, wet kiss, letting her agile tongue run around her prize’s lips; Phillipa sighed and worked her lips, kissing Britney back.

Britney’s heart beat faster.

“Do you love me?”

“I do,” Phillipa whispered. “You’ve showed me so much about myself. I…I enjoyed how you treated me.”

“Then you are going to be mine?”

“Yes! I don’t understand how it happened, but you seemed to have worked into my heart,” she moaned, then swallowed, the fear returning.

“What is it?”

“I’m sworn to Hecate. I can’t betray the Goddess. She’ll send her daughter Erinyes after me.”

“Do you trust me?”

Phillipa bit her lip. “I…I don’t know.”

Britney seized her prize’s cheeks, gazing into her eyes. “There is a way to protect you from that.”

“How?”

“If you’re my slave.”

“Aren’t I already your slave, Britney?”

“Do you know what Slave Rings are?”

Phillipa’s almond-shaped eyes widened. “They allow you to control supernatural creatures.”

“And Witches,” Britney smiled. “If I Slave Ring you, then you won’t be betraying your Goddess because I will have fully dominated you.”

“Do it,” she whispered, licking her lips.

Britney sat up, then flipped her onto her back, her legs and arms stuck in the air. She untied Phillipa’s hands from the spreader bar then roughly pulled them over her head, securing the woman to her head board, her round tits jiggling as the girl squirmed, stretching her legs out, her pussy exposed nice and shaved of all that unsightly hair. Britney’s cock throbbed and she couldn’t help running a finger down her breasts to her cock, giving herself a stroke, then she slid under and fingered her pussy for a moment. Phillipa was gorgeous.

She walked to her collection of BDSM items, pulling out a long needle and a pair of iron rings. She walked back to the bed, her cock waving before her; Phillipa’s eyes fell on her cock, smiling with lust. Britney was so glad she had procured these Slave Rings, a pair of powerful artifacts, last summer when her and her moms had traveled to India.

“Do you trust me?” Britney asked again, brandishing the needle.

Phillipa licked her lips, but nodded. “I do…my love.”

Her words rippled through Britney and a pleased purr escaped her lips.

She crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her prize’s spread legs, licking her lips as she guided her cock to Phillipa’s dripping cunt. The woman humped her hips, eager to be penetrated by Britney’s girl cock. She rubbed her tip through the wet silk of Phillipa’s pussy, shuddering as pleasure ran through her, then she thrust hard and buried herself in the woman’s depths.

“Yes!” gasped Phillipa. “Oh, yes!”

Britney leaned over, gently thrusting, and grasped Phillipa’s right breast, sliding her fingers up to her nipple, rubbing the nub to get her full erection. Then she brandished the needle. Phillipa sucked in a breath, her hips humping faster. She placed the needle’s point against Phillipa’s pink nub, staring into her hazel eyes.

“Will you be my mate?” Britney purred. “To take no other as your lover? To stay mine forever?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Make me yours!”

Her cunt squeezed on Britney’s cock as the needle pierced her nipple clean through. Phillipa gasped and moaned, pain and pleasure mixing together. Britney fucked a little faster, savoring the feel of her mate’s cunt as she plowed her pussy and threaded the first Slave Ring through her nipple, joining the ends of the iron rings. They sealed together. They could never come off. In the back of her mind, Britney could feel her new slave, a tiny fuzz that she could almost command.

“Do the other one!” Phillipa gasped, her hips humping faster, her newly pierced breast jiggling, the iron ring shining dull. “Pierce my tit! Make me yours fully!”

Phillipa gave a low moan as her left nipple was pierced clean through, then shuddered as Britney fed the ring through her sensitive nipple. Her pussy spasmed about Britney’s thrusting girl-cock and Phillipa tossed her head as pleasure rippled through her.

Britney leaned over her, resting on her left hand as she plowed her mate, grasping her newly pierced nipple with her hand, tugging and stretching out her nipple. Phillipa gasped, her orgasm prolonged by the pain. Britney savored the velvet massaging her dick, inspiring her hips to pump faster.

“Kiss me!” moaned Phillipa, her eyes squeezed shut. “Love me!”

Britney put her weight on her mate, their breasts rubbing together as she pumped away. Their lips met and passion was shared. Britney moaned into her mate’s lips as the pleasure mounted, growing to an intense itch at the tip of her cock. She thrust harder and faster, eager to scratch that itch and satisfy her lust.

Flesh slapped together, ringing through the room as the two lovers kissed and moaned, sharing their newly forged love. Britney’s strokes grew erratic, her orgasm nearing. She had to cum. She had to release the pleasure growing inside her. She thrust her tongue deep in to Phillipa’s mouth and buried her cock all the way into her mate’s cunt and came.

Cum erupted into Phillipa’s cunt. The fuzziness in her head became clarity. Phillipa was her slave and mate. She collapsed, nuzzling Phillipa’s neck, licking on her flesh as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

“That was amazing,” moaned Phillipa. “Thank you!”

Britney just nodded, still nuzzling her new mate, licking her ear. “The only commands you have to follow is this: you do not obey Hecate or any of her servants and you must find a new Goddess to serve. I’d prefer Ishtar.”

“Yes, my love!” she groaned, the words forced out of her mouth. “I must obey!”

“Yes, you must,” sighed Britney. She didn’t want to move. She wanted to stay draped over the warm form of her mate and luxuriating in the feel of her silky flesh and the scent of their love making—sour sweat, salty cum, tart pussy. So wonderful.

A knock at her door spoiled her mood.

“Yes,” she sighed, wondering why Kyle and Aaliyah were here, their scents trickling into the room, barely noticeable over the wonderful musk Britney had created with her mate.

“It’s me. Kyle.”

“Come in,” she sighed.

He opened the door then blinked. “Er, sorry. I didn’t think.”

His Djinn wife, Aaliyah, was behind him, her eyes lighting up with interest. Britney had found her mate, so she didn’t see anything attractive at all about the Djinn anymore. She gave her mate one last lick, then climbed off of her, her softening cock swinging between her thighs.

“What can I do for you, Kyle.”

“Um, we need to talk to Phillipa. Have you broken her?”

“I have made her my mate.” Britney couldn’t help smiling at her words, and Kyle grinned back.

“That’s great. So she’s your wife, then?”

“Yes, she is.” She glanced back at Phillipa and a grin beamed across her flushed face. “What do you want?”

Kyle produced a large gem from a bag, it’s facets hued like the rainbow and a fiery brilliance seemed to burn in the gem as it caught the light. Britney cocked her head, searching her memories for what that could be.

“It is a Panacea,” she realized, her eyes widening.

“Oh, my Goddess, it is!” gasped Phillipa. “Where did you get one? I thought they all had been lost.”

“Yes, that is a very good question.” Britney fixed her gaze on Kyle, pushing up her thick glasses. “Only three ever existed. Two were destroyed and the third lost to the sea.”

“Aaliyah made it. I wished for a way to fix Fatima and this appeared.”

“That’ll do it,” Phillipa nodded. “Let me think…it’ll need to be powered, first of all.”

“How?”

“Lust. And lots of it.” Phillipa worked her lips. “The witches of old used to hold wild orgies, bacchanals, in the woods to generate the lust needed to fill a panacea.”

“I think I can arrange that,” Kyle said, throwing a glance at his wife.

“Definitely.” Aaliyah’s grin grew broad. “I think I know just how.”

“Well, good. Then you’ll need the essence of those closest to her.” Phillipa shifted. “Kyle, you’d have to fuck your mother and smear the gem with your combined sexual fluids.”

Kyle swallowed and Britney sensed a new odor in the air—lust. Her eyes flicked down to see the growing bulge in his pants, and then she caught the scent of his precum leaking out of his cock. His cheeks darkened and his pupils dilated.

He definitely wants to do that. Men are all such perverts.

“I can do that.”

Aaliyah giggled. “You’ve been burning to do that for a long time.”

“I just needed a good enough reason.”

His wife leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. “You’ve matured so much, my love. She has been the last obstacle to your complete, sexual freedom.”

“Thanks.” He glanced at Phillipa. “Then what?”

“You fuck Fatima and place the gem on her breast. It will empower her in the dream to defeat the nightmare chasing her. It may take some time, but she should prevail.”

“Should?”

“She will have to find the courage inside her to fight the nightmare. All the Panacea does is give her the chance to defeat it.”

“She has all the courage in the world.”

Britney smiled. Kyle loves all his women, even that treacherous whore, Christy.

“Any word on Fumi?” Britney asked.

“She spoke to the spirit up on Mount Rainier and now she is over in Japan to bathe in some hot spring.” Kyle smile grew. “She called right before we came over here. She’s in some hotel room in a little town in Hokkaido. She could be home in a few days. Of course, there might be more to the process so she told me not to panic if I don’t hear from her for a week or so.”

“Things are beginning to turn around for you,” Britney smiled. “That pleases me greatly.”

“And things seemed to be going well for you,” Kyle said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I’m glad you found some happiness.”

She nodded. “The world is growing more perilous. I can almost smell danger on the air. I would like to move in with you so I can better protect you and your family.”

“What about me?” Phillipa asked.

Britney smiled at her mate, stroking her trembling face. “You shall live with me. Tomorrow, go home and gather your belongings. Then we shall move in with Kyle.”

“I’ll make room for you,” Aaliyah smiled, closing her eyes for a moment. “There. You have some fine apartments in Kyle’s extended bedroom. Yours is just off the entrance hall so you can be near at hand to guard the door.”

“Thank you.”

“Wait, my bedroom has an entrance hall now?”

Aaliyah nodded. “The concubines and I have discussed how to decorate it as well.”

“Oh, sure.” Kyle frowned. “Don’t I get a say?”

“Nope.” She hooked his arm. “Even in my time, women did the decorating.”

Kyle laughed and gave her a kiss.

“Anyways, Britney, we should be going,” Aaliyah smiled. “We have to get ready for the basketball game.”

“Really?” Kyle frowned. “We need to figure out this orgy.”

“Kyle. There will be lots of people at the game.” She lifted her eyebrows. “I think we can spark something off.”

Kyle laughed and Britney closed the door behind them, turning back to her mate. “Where were we?”

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“Okay, Kyle, you can go,” his mom sighed, her eyes dark and heavy.

Relief flooded through him. The first step in the plan to free Fatima required going to the game. “Are you okay?” he asked her, touching her cheek.

“Not really.” She sighed. “Fatima’s not getting worse or better.”

“She will,” Kyle insisted, feeling the Panacea bulging in his coat pocket. “Why don’t you come to the game with us. I’m sure it would mean a lot to Alexina and Teleisia.” And it might make it easier to seduce you at an orgy, Kyle mused.

“I barely know your concubines,” she smiled. “You keep adding more.”

“Well, Teleisia is Aaliyah’s.”

“My mistake.”

“You could use a break, mom. Come with us.”

She chewed her lip and she rubbed at her dusky forehead.

“It’ll be fun, Mom.” Very fun.

“It does sound fun, but…” She yawned. “I’m tired. You go, Kyle.” She had been at the hospital for the last two days, so he couldn’t blame her for being tired.

“Okay, Mom.” He gave her a hug and he enjoyed the feel of her arms wrapping around him, comforting him. His head rested on her shoulder, her dark hair in his face. “I’m sorry.”

Her arms tightened around him.

“I should have watched out for Fatima.”

“Was it really magic that put her to sleep?” she asked.

“Yeah. How else do you explain everything that’s happened?”

“So Aaliyah really is a Genie.”

He nodded against her shoulder. “She is.”

She gave a laugh. “This is almost too much to take.”

“Sleep on it. I’m sure it’ll make sense in the morning.”

She pulled away, flashing a glance at the Genie. “I doubt it. Have fun.”

“We will.”

“Take care, girls,” she said to Aaliyah and the concubines.

“Good bye, Mother,” Aaliyah smiled and hugged her mother-in-law. Then the concubines each gave her a hug and a kiss, murmuring a mix of moms and mothers.

Kyle’s mom looked at the concubines. “So, you wished for all these women?”

“I just wished for everyone to understand.” He gave a nervous cough. “And to recognize which women could be…persuaded to join.”

“Ah.”

“Your son is quite persuasive,” laughed Lois. “And there are some wonderful perks to being his concubine.” The Native American concubine threw a look at her fellow concubines, licking her chops. She had enjoyed everyone of them while Kyle had practiced with Earthbones in the backyard this afternoon, honing his skills manipulating earth.

“Master, we’re gonna be late,” moaned Alexina by the door, dressed in a pair of dark-blue sweats, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Yeah,” fidgeted Toni in her blue-and-silver cheerleaders uniform, the pleated skirts swirling about her pale thighs.

Ms. Capello put her arm around Kyle. “They’re so full of school spirit,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” he grinned, pulling her tight against his side, her lovely, large breasts jiggling in her low-cut top. “Let’s go, ladies.”

Aaliyah pressed against his other side, kissing him on the lips. “I’m intrigued to see this sport. Basketball. Such a strange name. Is the ball made of wicker? Like a basket?”

Kyle laughed and explained to his Genie the rules as they piled into Shannon’s enhanced SUV. Shannon drove the short distance to their school, Alexina fidgeting against Kyle the entire drive. “You’ll do fine,” he whispered to her. “Just remember the plan.”

“I will, Master.”

Aaliyah nodded to Teleisia, the African American concubine cuddling on her lap. “That’s right. You’ll be perfect.”

“I will,” the Black concubine grinned. “I’ll be the best for you, Mistress.”

Shannon pulled her SUV at their school a few minutes later. Students and their families were streaming into the the gym a mix of Rogers students in their blue and silver and Puyallup High students in their gold and purple. Alexina, Teleisia, and Toni headed off to the locker room to get ready for the game while Kyle, Aaliyah, and the concubines followed the crowds into the gym. Kyle and his family crowded the top of the bleachers, Aaliyah on his right and Lois wormed against his left side.

Kyle cheered as Carla and the other Ram cheerleaders came out, cheering loud and shaking their pompoms, getting the home team crowd riled up as the varsity girls basketball team took to the court. Alexina and Teleisia were in the middle of the group of girls, dressed in their dark-blue shorts and gray jersey. Such tight shorts, showing off their fine legs.

“Umm,” purred Lois. “I love watching basketball.”

“And those shorts,” Kyle added.

“Definitely. They make me so wet.”

“Oh, yes. I’ve definitely come to appreciate the sight of a nice pair of legs,” Ms. Capello purred, leaning back and resting her head on his hard cock. “I’m a bad teacher for lusting after my students.”

“The worst,” he grinned at her, stroking her honey-brown hair and gazing down her low-cut blouse at those amazing tits he loved.

“You’re a wicked teacher,” giggled Chyna, her fingers playing across Ms. Capello’s cleavage.

“The game’s about to start,” Lois pointed out. “And I can’t wait to see all those naked girls.”

“You are a perfect concubine,” Kyle smiled and gave her a kiss.

Lois laughed, “And you’re not a bad husband, for a guy.”

“Aaliyah. I wish for the girls basketball players and the cheerleaders to be naked for my enjoyment.”

“Done.”

In a blink of an eye, the uniforms vanished off the cheerleaders as they pranced, their suddenly exposed breasts bouncing and their naked rears shaking. The girls were racing around the court, their sneakers squeaking and their breasts jiggling as Alexina drove to across the court and jumped, clad only in her blonde hair, making a basket. A gasp went through the crowd, followed by a lot of cheering boys.

“Aaliyah, I wish that everyone finds it completely normal.”

“Done.”

The outraged gasps shouted, but the appreciative cheers continued. He could see a number of fathers watching the game with a certain amount of interest, their eyes fixed on their daughters bouncing breasts and gorgeous asses. Kyle’s own cock swelled as he enjoyed the sight of all that naked, female flesh. Cameras flashed and the schools AV club was documenting the game, preserving the record of such an intense game forever.

“Aaliyah, I wish that everyone in the gym to have their libido increased.”

“Done,” she purred, pressing against him.

The blood seemed to boil through Kyle’s veins, pounding faster and faster. All his concubines let out little moans and he could see them wiggling in their seats as their sex drives shot up. Kayleah pressed against Carla, then his sister’s concubine kissed his; Kyle smiled, pulling out the Panacea and concentrated on it, using his aura to manipulate it like he would his sword. The gem flared, drinking in the growing lust.

He looked at the court. Toni was in the midst of a cheer, her tiny breasts barely jiggling as she jumped up and down. Then she grasped Livia’s—a gorgeous, strawberry-blonde with a pair of big tits—waist, her hands sliding up to grasp her melons, shaking them like a pair of pompoms at the crowd—a great cheer erupted from the audience.

On the court, Alexina was guarding a Hispanic girl with a nice pair of tits bouncing about. Her hands grasped the Hispanic girl’s ass, squeezing as she pressed her round tits against her back. The Hispanic girl froze, then Kyle saw her ass shaking, pressing back into Alexina’s grip, her head turning, and the girl’s kissed over her shoulder.

Teleisia made her move on the court, aggressively grabbing a shorter, White girl on the Puyallup team, hooking her leg, and pulling the redhead to the floor, falling upon her and kissing her with passion and humping her pussy into the other girls.

“That’s it,” Kyle smiled, feeling the Panacea absorb the lust.

The other girls on the basketball court froze, watching the two players trib, their chests heaving and their thighs pressing together. Alexina slid to her knees, spreading the Hispanic girl’s asscheeks, and burying her face in between those tan cheeks, tonguing the player’s ass.

“Girls!” Kyle heard Coach Marshal yell, the dusky, Mediterranean woman pressing onto the basketball court.

“I wish she was naked,” Kyle smiled.

The clothes vanished off the beautiful coach, exposing her large, dusky beasts and a shaved pussy. Two of the girls suddenly fell on her, kissing and licking, and the dam broke. The basketball court descended into an orgy of female flesh as the cheerleaders joined in. Kyle’s cock ached as he watched the debauchery. The crowd grew more raucous as their increased libidos pumped lust through their veins.

But the crowd only watched. A spark needed to be struck. They were just so close. He wondered what he could do as Ms. Capello freed his cock, her mouth sucking his dick into her lips. Faces were flushed and he could see that the entire crowd was on the verge of breaking into an orgy.

They needed a nudge.

“I wish for everyone to be a little more horny.”

“Done.”

Like a wave of lust, the crowd groaned and clothes flew off. Kyle leaned back, grunts and moans washing over him as parents and students and teachers lost their self-control and fell into each other in a sea of flesh writhing in the stands. He glanced to his right and smiled as Iseul—a pixieish, Korean classmate—had her dad sucking on one tit and her mother on the other, the entire family getting into the spirit of this new school activity.

Ms. Capella’s skilled mouth worked her magic, pleasure roaring through him as his cock slid in and out of her wet, sucking tunnel, plunging down her tight throat. His concubines were all naked, Shannon between Aaliyah’s thighs, the MILF tonguing his wife like there was no tomorrow, Aaliyah’s round, dusky breasts heaving. Lori was locked in a kiss with Billie, a green-eyed classmate with a pair of big tits that Lori’s caramel hands kneaded.

“Shit,” Kyle groaned, his balls tightening, and then he was erupting right down Ms. Capello’s hungry mouth.

“Oh, thank you,” she purred when her mouth popped off his cock. She turned her head, grasping sweet Ann’s face and shoving a cum-covered tongue into the concubine’s lips.

Kyle stood up, his cock thrusting before him, the Panacea clutched in his hands, growing brighter, and looked around for someone to fuck. Behind him, Darleen Wyatt from his English class was bouncing on the cock of an older man while a woman that looked like a more mature, ripened version of his classmate fingered her pussy beneath her skirt.

He brandished his cock at her. The woman glanced at her husband and daughter writing like a pair of horny minxes, lust and indecision warring on her face, then her eyes flicked back to Kyle’s cock. “Come get me, big boy,” she purred like a cougar, spreading her legs. Her panties were missing, and a neatly trimmed, black bush beckoned. “Momma wants to devour you.”

Kyle climbed up the bleachers to her, leaning over her and shoving his cock into her wet, hot depths. Her thighs wrapped around his cock, her hips humping hard and fierce, bucking against him, while her pussy squeezed around his plunging dick with a hot, velvet grip.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Oh, yes! I haven’t had such a young stud in years!”

“Oh, Momma!” gasped Darleen beside them, her head resting on her dad’s shoulders as she worked her hips. “You’re letting Kyle fuck you.”

“You’re one to talk, Missy!” she groaned. “That’s your dad you’re fucking!”

“I know!” She groaned. “Oh, Daddy! I’ve been wantin’ to fuck you so long!”

Kyle watched their incestuous coupling as he nailed the mom. Darleen’s dad slid his hands underneath her top, squeezing her round breasts as she fucked him. Her face twisted, and she leaned back from him, holding onto his neck as she just slammed herself up and down on his cock, her black hair hanging behind her.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy!” she howled. “Gonna cum! Oh, my god! I’m cummin’ on my daddy’s big dick!”

“Darleen!” gasped the dad. “Holy shit! So tight!”

“Cum in me, Daddy!”

“Shit!”

Kyle watched Darleen slam down on her dad, his face twisted as he grunted. The mom’s legs tightened around Kyle’s waist and her fingernails clawed at his shirt as her hips humped him faster, her eyes locked on her husband and daughter’s incestuous climax.

“Did you just cum in our baby girl?”

“Yes!” he groaned. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s so wrong!” the mom panted. “Oh, my god! You violated our daughter’s cunt! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around Kyle’s cock, writhing, bringing him closer and closer to heaven. He pounded her harder, glancing at the Panacea still clutched in his hand, it’s brilliance absorbing the lust from her orgasm.

“Cum in my mom!” Darleen moaned, sliding off her dad. “I want to eat your cum out of her pussy!”

Kyle pumped faster, his balls boiling. “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. “Here it comes! Take my spunk!” he buried into the mom, his balls erupting and spraying her pussy with his big load.

“Shit, shit!” gasped the mom. “That’s it, stud!” She gave a shuddering sigh. “I haven’t been fucked that well in years.”

Kyle pulled out of her, smiling at the puddle of cum leaking out of her well fucked pussy. Her daughter fell on her cunt, licking it up while mom moaned and cooed and dad found himself another woman to fuck, ramming his cock into the pussy of a woman blowing her son.

“Come on, my love,” Aaliyah smiled, beckoning to him. She stood naked nearby, holding out her hand to him.

He stepped down the bleachers and Aaliyah pushed him down onto the seat. She licked his cock, cleaning up the MILF’s pussy juices. She smacked her lips, loving the flavor, then she grasped both her breasts and wrapped them around Kyle’s cock.

He groaned, loving her dusky orbs pressed on other side of his throbbing shaft. She didn’t have Chyna’s big, pillowy tits that could engulf his cock, but she had enough to rub up and down on him, stroking him with her silky softness.

“That’s it,” he groaned, leaning back.

Chyna slipped next to him, pressing those lovely, big tits into his side as she nuzzled at his neck. “Is Mistress pleasing you.”

“So much,” Kyle groaned.

Aaliyah beamed at him, her dark eyes flashing as she knelt before him. Shannon was behind Aaliyah, tonguing her pussy as she rubbed her tits up and down Kyle’s cock. Chyna nuzzled at his ear, her breath hot.

“Cum on my tits, my love,” Aaliyah purred, sliding them up and down faster, her nipples hard and brushing his stomach. “Cover me with your seed.”

“Gladly,” he groaned.

His balls tightened as she slid her tits up and down faster. She was so beautiful. She gasped and shuddered as she came on Shannon’s lips, moaning like a lovely songbird, squeezing her dark eyes shut.

“So fucking hot,” he grunted and spilled his white cum on her dusky tits.

“What a stud, Master,” purred Chyna.

“Yeah,” he groaned as Aaliyah squeezed the last of his cum on to her tits.

“Did you enjoy that, my love,” she asked, looking so enchanting as she dripped his cum.

“Yeah.”

She stood up, holding her hand out to him, his cum running down her body. “Look at those cheerleaders. Let’s join them and spread some cheer.”

He took his wife’s hand, smiling at her as she led them down the orgy of writhing flesh to the basketball court. Toni was in the heart of a Rogers Rams cheerleader orgy, and she pulled him down into the press of feminine flesh.

Kyle had no idea who was touching him, kissing him, sucking him. His cock was engulfed by a woman’s mouth, then a hot cunt was pumping on him. His face was buried into a hairy muff, his tongue licking the unknown cheerleader’s delights. The girl on his cock squealed as she came, his cock erupting into her depths. She pulled off and an even tighter hole squeezed down on him—someone’s ass.

He tongued harder at the pussy riding his face, his tongue working into her spicy depths. Her hips bucked, smearing her pussy on his face, and then she slid off of him and he had the briefest glimpse of Aaliyah being licked by three girls before Toni’s mouth sealed on his, sharing the flavor of her cheermate.

And the Panacea grew brighter and brighter until it almost burned in his hand, absorbing all the lust and brimming with the power to save his sister. His cock erupted into the unknown cheerleader’s ass, and he collapsed, almost passing out as the insatiable cheerleaders licked and sucked his body, pressing their breasts and hot cunts against his body.

It was the best school sporting event Kyle had ever been to.

“I wish everything went back to normal,” Kyle panted once he had been fully satiated.

There was a very confused group of cheerleaders when they discovered they were all in a pile and why Kyle and Aaliyah were with them. The crowd was confused as well, as many people wondered how they had moved from their seats. The game clock was over and Rogers had one the game by a score of 7 to 3, the lowest scoring game of basketball in their schools history.

Kyle knew it was for the best that no one remembered the orgy. He did wish for the only copy of the recording to be downloaded onto his computer so he and his concubines could enjoy it. They all remembered, and Toni beamed. “I ate all my teammate’s pussies. Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome,” Kyle told her as they rode back home. For once, there was no impromptu orgy in the back of Shannon’s expanded SUV. They were all worn out but happy.

His mom was wearing a bathrobe and making a snack in the kitchen when they trooped in. “How was the game?” she smiled.

“We won,” giggled Teleisia.

“That’s good,” she absently answered.

“It was the best game of basketball I ever watched,” purred Lori. “So much bouncing.”

Toni laughed, and flipped up her cheerleading top and jumped up and down, her tits bouncing at Lori.

“Put those away,” his mom snapped. “Save that for your bedroom.”

“Sorry, Mother,” Toni flushed, shoving her top back down her tits.

“What’s glowing in your pocket?” his mom asked him, frowning.

He glanced down at his coat pocket and saw that the Panacea’s light was bleeding through the dark fabric. He pulled the gem out, setting it on the counter. “I’m going to fix Fatima with this.”

“Oh, how?” she asked, hope in her eyes.

“Well, I’ll need your help.”

His mom caught his eyes, her dark pools full of desperation. “What? I’ll do anything.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yes!” Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her breasts. “Anything. What do I have to do?”

“We have to…eh…fuck.”

Her arms froze. “What?”

“Our essences have to mingle,” he told her. “We need to make love.”

She pulled back, staring at him with horror. “Is this a joke?”

“It is not, Mother,” Aaliyah said. “You and Kyle are the closest to Fatima. Your essences are needed to give her the weapon to free herself from the spell.”

She chewed her lip. “I…” She swallowed. “I can’t…it’s wrong.”

“It’s the only way, Mom.” He reached out to touch her, but she knocked his arm away. “Please, Mom.”

“I need to get out of here,” she whispered, hysteria teasing at the edges of her words. She backed away. “I’m your mother. That’s so wrong!”

“It’s for Fatima.”

Indecision played on her face, then she fled the kitchen.

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Sunday, January 26th – Kamifurano

Fumi gasped and moaned as Ando pumped her ass with his big cock. He was insatiable, fucking her for the last few hours. When the farmer had dropped her off in Kamifurano, she had easily found a hotel room. A few, well placed eye flutters and a bit of her pheromones, and the handsome, young man had jumped at the chance to take her back to his hotel room.

And his cock just seemed to keep going. Not that she was complaining, Fumi had absorbed so much cum. She was going to have all the energy she needed to walk through the snowy mountainside to reach Yukishojou-no-onsen in the morning.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he grunted as his cock stabbed into her ass over and over. “Take it, whore!”

“So big,” she moaned. “Give me all your cum, stud! Stir my ass up!”

She squeezed the covers, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. She was so close to cumming, the bed squeaking as his cock easily slid through her cum-filled ass. She was beginning to think this guy had popped a Viagra to keep going.

“Cum in me!” she moaned. “I need it so bad!”

His thrust grew harder, pounding her, and his breath came in ragged gasps into her ear. He nipped her ear, sucking and nibbling. She could almost sense his cum about to boil out of his balls and flood her ass, one last meal, and then she could hopefully get some sleep. His cock stabbed into her, balls slamming against his taint, and he erupted.

She came.

Her ass squeezed down on his cock as she absorbed his cum, gasping and squealing. She imagined it was Kyle cumming in her, loving her, as her body spasmed and her vision fuzzed. She was so close to being with him without any fear of killing him. “Kyle!” she purred. “Kyle!”

“What a slut,” laughed the man, rolling off of her. He stood up, grabbing his pants. “I need to get some ice to cool off.”

“Well, be quiet when you come back,” Fumi said, burying her face into the pillows. “I need to sleep.”

“I wore you out,” he chuckled before slipping out the door.

“You did,” she whispered, her eyes falling heavily as her orgasm bled out of her. She actually felt fully satiated for once. Her breathing slowed, and she succumbed to sleep, thinking about Kyle and how great it would be to make love to him, to feel him cum in her pussy and not die.

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Zaritha’s inner fire kept her warm as the snow fell upon the Japanese town. The mortal girl’s scent was thick here. She was in the motel, a seedy place. Zaritha’s eyes locked on room 203. That’s where the girl was. Zaritha flexed her fingers. “Now I just need my cat’s-paw.”

There were rules against killing a mortal. Laws had been laid down with the universe’s creation and written upon the soul of the Hidden People that prohibited the murder of a mortal unless in self-defense. She could take steps to violate those Laws, but the cost…she shuddered. Zaritha did not want to become like those terrible servants of her true master—Rashid ibn al-Marid, Sultan of the Djinn.

A smile crept across her face. She may not be able to directly kill a mortal, but nothing said she couldn’t get one mortal to kill another. Such a simple loophole to get around, she wondered why the rule existed to begin with.

It was after midnight, the sleepy, mountain town dead. Even the bars were closed. Maybe it was the snow storm, or maybe the town just had absolutely no night life. More snow fell about her, melting as it touched her skin. She was fire incarnated in flesh.

The slave bracers on her wrists itched, urging her to march straight into the little bitches room and killing her outright. “I could always force her to kill herself,” she mused, pressing her thighs together at the though. “I could make her march into the bathroom, punch the mirror and slash her wrist, bleeding out slowly and painfully on the bathroom floor.”

She shivered; that sounded delicious.

And then I have to return to him…

Fear beat in her heart. She didn’t want to do that. She wanted to hold off killing Fumi as long as possible. Zaritha didn’t want to return to her Master and his cruel delights. Her body was still healing from the trauma he had already inflicted in the short time they had together. How much worse would it be if she was permanently with him?

The bracers itched worse, as if they could sense her treasonous thoughts. She couldn’t hold off. She had her orders. Fumi must die and Zaritha must retrieve the artifact she carried. There was no other way but to march up there and force the little bitch to commit suicide.

The door to room 203 opened and a young, Japanese man walked out, wearing only a pair of pants, a bucket in his hands as he walked down the open hallway to an ice machine halfway down. Zaritha smiled; there was a better way to make the little bitch suffer.

Whirling into flames, she shot up to the open hallway behind the man, flashing back into her corporeal form. “Hello,” she purred.

The man turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw her sultry form. He said something to her in Japanese. She knew from his tone it was degrading. Her smile was deadly as she lashed out with her fire, burning away his thoughts. The bucket fell from his hands as the man stumbled back, screaming in pain.

She savored his cries.

Her fires overwhelmed the part of him in control, leaving her in command of his body. He shook his head, his eyes blurry, then he straightened up, obedient to her will. “Go into the room, kill the girl.”

He nodded, starting to walk back to room 203.

“But have some fun with her first,” she laughed. “Really degrade the bitch before you kill her.”

Zaritha pressed her thighs together as he unlocked the motel room and walked inside. There was a startled scream, the bed rasping. Her pussy itched, and Zaritha retreated out of the well lit hallway to the snowy night, her fingers plunging between her thighs as she pictured little Fumi’s last moments.

Her orgasm shuddered hot through her body.

To be continued…

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