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The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus

Date: 10/6/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Cheating, Cum Swallowing, Female/Female, Latina, Male / Females, Male/Female, Males / Female, Reluctance, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

Please make me cum!” she screamed. Why am I saying this? Why do I feel so out of control? “I'll do anything for you! Please let me cum, Celestite!” “You're my pretty slave, aren't you?” That wonderful dildo kept sawing in and out of her pussy. The fire consumed her thoughts, driving everything from her but a desperate needed to please Celestite and cum. “Yes! Your slave! Let me cum, Mistress!” “Then you'll dump that disgusting boy for me?” Her mouth opened, about to speak, and then she clamped it shut. No! Remember Kyle! Her boyfriend's face swam in her mind. Something's wrong. She's done something to me. A lust spell? Her lust burned so hot, she could barely think. She needed more, and reached between her thighs, thrumming her clit with her fingers. “If you dump that boy, you can cum,” purred Ms. Franklin. “No!” she moaned. “No!” I love him! She frigged her clit faster, imaging it was Kyle fucking her. His loving hands on her back, his wonderful cock pumping in her pussy. Pleasure built and built inside of her, a huge flood that threatened to drown her. “He cheated on you with Chyna!” Ms. Franklin moaned, fucking her harder. “I saw him!” A moment of clarity fell on Christy. This is the spell cast on Kyle and Chyna. Ms. Franklin was the bitch that cast the spell on them. She's the one that tried to destroy our relationship! Oh, goddess, what have I gotten myself into? “He's unworthy of you. Your love is wasted on such a brutish man.” “No! I love him!” she cried out and came. ... Prophecy fell upon her. Her spirit soured out of the house, flying on the black wings of Prophecy. She was above South Hill. Meridian was a ribbon of lights as cars drove north and south, splitting off to go down side streets or pull into the many business that lined the busy boulevard. Houses were lit up by yellow flooding out windows or shining from porches, islands surrounded by dark trees. Prophecy circled the community, flying higher and higher, then saw something. “A storm of sand billows,” Christy intoned in a flat voice. Prophecy dived and Christy clutched her black feathers as they rushed towards the mass of whirling sand. It covered maybe a half-mile of residential neighborhoods. The sand stung as Prophecy flew into the storm, tearing at her soul; she hunched into the spirit's feathers, trying to shield her spirit from the stinging grit. Everything was indistinct in a yellow haze inside the storm. They flew through a neighborhood, the houses shadows. A light burned at a window at the epicenter. “A gray house sits at the center of the storm.” Prophecy flew to the window; the sand ripped at her soul and tore black feathers off Prophecy's wings and tail. They alighted on the window sill, peering into a large room. It seemed too large inside, taking up more space than the actual house appeared to from the outside. “The Djinn lies in a passionate embrace with a girl. They share ecstasy. The girl is not the Djinn's master.” Something scurried on the window sill, a hulking ...