1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Four: The Choice of the Mother


    Date: 11/10/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Male / Females, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    “Humans always struggle to the bitter end. I love it. I'll make sure your wives fight—” With a flash of golden light, Earthbones appeared in Kyle's hands, the blade thrusting right through Burke's chest. The principal's brown eyes widened in shock. He struggled to speak but the katana had ripped right through his heart. “Your heart's not beating,” Kyle croaked. “You only have a few seconds before your brain consumes all your oxygen and you black out. I'm the last face you'll see.” Burke gurgled, then his body collapsed forward atop Kyle. Blackness threatened to overtake Kyle. His blood pumped out of his side and the venom burned through him. At least I protected my wives. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Something changed inside the circle. Zaritha could feel it. A great power had been snuffed out. Burke was dead. The bastard was dead! She wanted to laugh for joy. But she had her mission to accomplish. She ripped Aaliyah's powers away from the witches. The three of them stumbled, breathing heavily as the silver circle vanished. “Kyle did it,” Christy breathed. Zaritha gathered her fires. It was time to kill the Djinn and fulfill her true master's orders. She lashed out with her fist, flames wreathing it. Aaliyah turned to face her and...Zaritha hesitated. Her fist stopped right before it burned through the little houri's throat. Why did I hesitate? “Zaritha!” Christy gasped. “What are you doing?” “You serve Rashid ibn al-Marid.” Aaliyah eye's widened. “You were sent to kill ...
    me?” Zaritha didn't understand why she hesitated. She had dispatched her Sultan's enemies for two thousand years without mercy, betrayed her own Sheikh for Rashid. But she couldn't bring herself to kill this little waif. The witches were spreading out. They would beginning to cast binding spells. She had to act. She seized Aaliyah and pulled them both into the Unseen Realm. If she couldn't kill the bitch, she would drag her to Rashid and let her Sultan deal with her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The crow watched its Master die through the window. The crow didn't care that the man who called himself Burke had perished. The crow didn't even care that for the first time in almost a thousand years, it was free of the man's control. The crow ruffled its feathers, flicking off the drops of water that penetrated through the pine trees boughs. The Goddess seized the crow. The crow had felt the Goddess's touch once before, that day in the crows distant memory when it had come across the drowned corpse of the knight on the lonely strand—Alphonse of Toulouse. The Goddess had reversed the knight's fate and had set the crow to serve him. And now she seized her servant back. The crow took flight, landing on the window sill of Burke's office. The glass was enchanted by Burke to allow the crow's passage and it stepped through, hopping on it's black-scaled legs. It cawed once, savoring the smell of blood in the air. But the Goddess wouldn't let the crow indulge in its hunger. The crow alighted ...
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