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The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior

Date: 11/29/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Blackmail, Cum Swallowing, Female Domination, Female/Female, Group Sex, Male/Female, Sado-Masochism, Violence, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

energy into her sprint, racing like a forest fire. “Where am I?” she yelled. “What is going on?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday, January 25th – South Hill Kyle closed the door behind him and his wife. Fatima had been still the same—sleeping on her hospital bed. His mom was still by her side, but she planned on finally coming home tonight. Fatima was stable and breathing on her own, she just couldn't wake up. The doctors were baffled. Her brain was active. It was like she was stuck asleep, locked in a dream. In a nightmare. Ms. Franklin's last spell. He wanted to kill the bitch again. Ann and Kayleah both looked sad as they marched upstairs. His sister's concubines had wanted to stay with their mistress, but Kyle's mom had insisted that they go home and do their schoolwork. “You need to keep concentrating on it. Fatima would have wanted it,” his mom had said. Neither concubine had argued with their mother-in-law, though they both knew Fatima would never have said that. With a sigh, Kyle plopped on the couch in the living room, staring at the black screen of the TV. Aaliyah snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “What can we do about this, Aaliyah?” he asked her, fed up with waiting. He wanted to do something to fix his wife. “What do you know about witchcraft?” “Nothing,” she answered. “It wasn't part of my education. We just have to wait on Britney to break Phillipa. Then we'll have some answers.” “I bet Christy would know.” Aaliyah shifted. ... “Maybe.” He pulled his cell phone out, scrolling through his phone book to Christy's number. He stared at it, his emotions boiling inside him. He should be angry at her. He was angry at her, but he also loved her. He couldn't help that. He missed her. She was a part of him. But her letter made it quite clear that she didn't want him contacting her. His finger hovered over the screen, wanting to tap the green button. His finger didn't want to move. What do I say to her? Should I ask her to come back? And what about Aaliyah. She had almost died because of Christy's betrayal. His finger twitched, nearing the screen, then backed off. His stomached twisted, his heart beat faster, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Aaliyah touched his arm, her fingers cool, then they dug into his flesh, fingernails biting. The doorbell rang. The tension burst out of him. He had to answer the door. He could make the decision after dealing with the doorbell. He crossed the living room, walking up the white door. He could see the tops of heads through the frosted, crescent window on the top of the window—brown hair and strawberry-blonde. He opened the door. “Hi, we're here to share the joyous news with you,” a bubbly brunette said, her back straightening, and Kyle enjoyed her rather generous breasts bouncing beneath her conservative, white blouse tucked into a dark skirt. Her companion, the strawberry-blonde, was a little taller, but still curvy in her matching, conservative dress. Kyle's dick stood up. ...