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The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

Date: 11/1/2014, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Female Domination, Group Sex, Male / Females, Male/Female, Non-consensual sex, Spanking, Toys, Transgendered, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 87.1, Source: sexstories.com

around three-thirty. And now it's missing.” “Do you owe any money on the car?” “No?” he frowned. “Why does that matter?” “If you owed money and were late on payments, your car could have been repossessed.” “No, it was paid off.” “Okay. A detective will get back to you in a day or so. We can reach you at this number?” “Yeah,” he sighed. Kyle and his harem trooped upstairs to the expended space that was his bedroom. It was almost as large as the rest of the house, with rooms for Fatima, Aaliyah, Christy, and Fumi, plus the concubines each had their own tiny rooms, and there was Kyle's large bedroom with the largest bed he had ever seen that everyone seemed to want to sleep on. “It seems bigger,” Kyle said, glancing at Aaliyah. “I think we all want to be with you tonight,” his wife smiled. He glanced at the six concubines all unrobing. “I'm not sure I'm up to that much debauchery tonight.” “Of course not,” Aaliyah whispered. “We just want to be close to you, right ladies.” A chorus of yeses and yeahs answered his wife. It was sweet, and Kyle felt a smile ghost on his lips for a moment. He pulled his shirt off and it vanished before the grimy shirt could hit the floor—Aaliyah's work. He unbuttoned his pants and paper crinkled. Christy's letter. Swallowing, he pulled it out and opened it. To my love, Kyle I have grievously wronged you, Aaliyah, and Fatima with my actions. I know there is no taking back the crimes I have committed. I was confused and jealous and didn't tell you ... the problems I was going through. These aren't excuses; I made a bad choice, and now I have to live with the consequences. I loved you so much that I ended up losing you. I didn't even try to understand this new relationship you had forged with your other wives and wished to share with me. I was selfish and wanted you all to myself. I can never forgive myself the mistakes I've made. Hopefully it is not too late to save Aaliyah. Either way, this is the end for our journey together. I have made a pact with Hecate that I must break free of, and I may not survive the attempt. Either way, I will not be returning. I will not intrude on your joy or grief. Know that I will always love you, Kyle, and I hope one day you can forgive me, though I doubt I can ever forgive myself. Your wife forever, Christy The damn broke inside Kyle; tears flowed. “How did this happen?” he sobbed. “Yesterday I woke up with four women I loved, and now only one remains.” “Christy isn't coming back?” Aaliyah asked gently. “She thinks I hate her. That I can't forgive her.” He looked at Aaliyah. “Do you forgive her?” “I...understand her,” she answered. “But...” Kyle laughed. “Of course. She betrayed you, betrayed me. So why can't I stop loving her? Why can't I just hate her?” “The heart is never simple, Master,” Chyna whispered, sitting on the other side of Kyle and resting her head on his shoulder. “You can't help whom you love.” “Would you hate me if I wished her back?” “No, my husband,” Aaliyah answered. “I ...