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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

Date: 5/20/2015, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Lactation, Male / Females, Transgendered, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

“You will not have him!” Fatima snarled, surging fire towards him, boiling off the tendrils of water he lashed out with. Kyle coughed weakly behind her. Fatima's fire surged hot, driving back Makerah. She lunged with her flaming yari, the Marid flinching before the intensity of her passion. She had never been so angry, so fearful, and so full of love. Her husband was dying, and she would use up every last ounce of strength she had to see him defeated. Fireheart fed off her passion. Britney joined her side, knocking away Makerah's attacks with Waterclaw, fighting against the Marid for control of the water flinging through the air. She channeled it back at the Marid, whipping it towards his mad face. “GET OUT OF MY WAY!” “You cannot have him!” Fatima shouted. “I AM THE SULTAN!” the Marid bellowed. “ALL WHO DEFY ME SHALL PERISH!” More water seemed to be generated, flowing out of the maddened Marid. Fatima had no idea where he pulled the liquid from. Maybe he was creating it with his Djinn power. It sloshed around in great, sweeping tentacles that slammed into concubines and surged at Fatima's fire. Makerah's attacks grew more fierce, building like the relentless tide. Britney didn't make a sound as a tentacle cracked against her temple. She fell back, rolling across the ground, blood pouring from her split scalp. “Britney!” screamed Phillipa. Sable and Phillipa began casting shield spells behind Fatima, protecting the wounded. Protecting Kyle. I have to beat Makerah! I have to ... protect Kyle! More water attacked her, driving back her flames, slowly dousing her passion. Fatima stepped back, Makerah swelling above her, laughing in triumph. Fatima had to be strong. She had to keep fighting. But the tide was relentless. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The world grew dark around Kyle. The pain in his crushed body slowly fading away. Fumi's pleading cries grew soft, distant. Fatima's fire dimmed. His sister was being driven back. Makerah's water slammed around the room, throwing about the concubines caught in his tide. The water crashed against Phillipa and Sable's spell, protecting them. For now. Fatima stepped back. She was losing the fight. Kyle didn't have the strength to watch any longer. His eyes closed. Darkness fell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy looked around at the dark void of Faiza's mind. Faiza huddled in a far corner, wrapped in chains, sobbing and pleading. Hecate stood, pale-faced, dark-hair, her face ravished by age. She was a twisted crone, full of bile and hate. “Christy,” she hissed, striding forward. “Free Faiza from Hecate,” she hissed to Aaliyah and Zaritha. “This is her mind!” “I am not the one that imprisoned her!” laughed Hecate. “She swore to be my vessel willingly!” “I was tricked!” sobbed Faiza. “You took my memory! I didn't know what I was agreeing to! You kept the truth from me!” “She swore an oath, Christy,” Hecate cackled. “You know all about swearing oaths.” Christy shivered beneath Hecate's baleful gaze. But she held ...