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The Battered Lamp Chapter Tweleve: The Peril of the Succubus

Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Incest, Male/Female, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

of worry. Kyle nodded. “Yeah. It's too bad I can't carry Earthbones with me.” The katana was hanging on wall in the central room of his suite, right above Fatima's yari. “I doubt the school would like that, unless...” He look at Aaliyah. “I'm afraid not. In my time, no one would have questioned you wearing the sword.” Then she smiled. “You are bonded with the weapon. It is made by the Djinn, and doesn't obey your...rules of the universe. Is that right?” “Do you mean Laws.” She nodded. “Yes. The Laws that govern the material world do not apply to the sword. If you concentrate on it, you should be able to summon it at a moment's heartbeat.” Kyle concentrated. “What am I supposed to be feeling.” “Remember how it felt to use the weapon.” He closed his eyes and remembered the power, the strength of the very earth he had walked on, ancient and massive. He reached out to the sword, touching it with his mind. It was tenuous, almost like the memory of the blade. His hands itched, remembering the feel of the rough grip in his hands, the weight of the blade, the balance. It was like he could feel it— “Wow, Master!” Alexina gasped. He opened his eyes. Earthbones glinted in his hand, the steel blade inlaid with yellow gold, glinting in the lights of the SUV's interiors. The concubines all looked on with amazed, joyful expressions, clapping and cheering. Chyna pressed her rather nice, and large, breasts against him as she kissed his cheek over and over. Aaliyah nodded with satisfaction. ... “You and the blade are joined. It is a part of you. You can return it to your room by reversing the process, imagining hanging safely, ready for you to reach out and call it.” “This is amazing!” he laughed, dismissing his blade. It vanished in a whirl of dusty-yellow smoke. “We must tread carefully,” Aaliyah cautioned. “Ms. Franklin may not be the only threat out there. Others may wish my power, and the Marid...well, they will move against you one day.” “They're the ones that have enslaved your people?” “Not precisely. But their rule is tyrannical, but you can change that. A mortal ruling the Djinn would bring neutrality.” “But first I have to have four wives?” Kyle said. “Two have left me, one lies in the coma, I'm not sure I'll ever have that.” “There are other women, my husband. In time, your heart will grow fond of them.” “But I don't want other women,” Kyle grated. “I want Fumi and Christy!” “I can summon them.” He could see the pain in her eyes; she still hadn't forgiven Christy. He couldn't make Aaliyah suffer that way. And Christy and Fumi both had their path to walk. They had made their decisions and he had to respect them. Kyle wanted his wives of their own free will. “I can't take away their choices.” Chyna nodded. “They're not concubines.” She didn't seem to care at all that her feelings for Kyle were caused by Ms. Franklin's spell. “As you wish, my husband,” Aaliyah answered, though her face was tight. “Have faith,” Carla said. “Fumi and Christy may return.” The ...