1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty: The Fiery Spear


    Date: 1/17/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Female/Female, Incest, Lesbian, Male / Females, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 91.2, Source: sexstories.com

    me show you how much I like it.” Her hand found his cock, soaked with Lois's cunt. “I can feel,” she smiled and kissed him, her hips straddling his waist, her pussy engulfing his dick. Kyle closed his eyes and let himself enjoy his Genie wife's pussy; his problems could all wait for later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her husband was in much better spirits after school. He had kendo practice tonight, and he seemed to actually be looking forward to it. Shannon pulled the SUV into the driveway at Kyle's house, passing beneath the protective magics she and Phillipa had cast Sunday night. With a single thought, she could make this place a fortress. But only at Kyle's command. “Your mother is home,” Britney said as she climbed out. “How can you tell?” “I can smell her.” The Rakshasa looked around, frowning. “What's wrong?” Aaliyah asked. Kyle's friend and guardian possessed senses keener than any human or even Djinn. “I thought I smelled the detective.” “Maybe he's been pestering mom,” Kyle groaned. “Come on, let's get inside.” His mom came bustling out. “Oh, hi, Kyle.” “What are you doing home?” he asked her. “I forgot a file for a meeting,” she smiled. “I'm just heading back. I think I'm going to be late to—” Tires screeched. Sirens blared. Britney hissed. Police cars roared up the street, stopping in front of his house. Cops poured out, led by the balding detective, a folded piece of blue paper in one hand, a grin on the other. She prepared herself to activate the defenses ...
    as Britney let out a dangerous growl. “No,” Kyle whispered. “Not yet.” Aaliyah's heart beat as the mortal authorities tramped across the lawn towards them. Say the word, my love, and they will be banished from your domain. “Faiza Unmei,” the Detective said, brandishing the blue paper. “This is a warrant to search your house for any evidence in the murders of Michelle Franklin, Karrie Robertson, Rashawn Underhill, and Lorrie Gore.” “What?” her mother-in-law gasped as armed police surrounded Aaliyah and her family. *Let them search,* Kyle commanded. *I wish that any incriminating evidence is hidden.* She tried to grant the wish, but her father's restrictions halted her. That's not hearth or harem, she sent back. *They will remove anything they find, stealing it from me. How is that not hearth?* Aaliyah tried again and found that worked around her father's commands. *Done.* Kyle stumbled as Aaliyah removed the shoes he wore—her power seemed to know they were one of the items the police officers would be searching for. She concealed Fatima's spear, a pair of Fatima's boots, and clothing that she, Kyle, Britney, Phillipa, and Fatima had been wearing that night, then she had the entire house scrubbed clean of dirt and minute traces of blood. “What is going on?” her mother-in-law gasped. “Murder? This has to be a mistake. Kyle didn't have anything to do with those deaths. He was home.” “Just stand over there, ma'am,” the Detective nodded, then glanced at Kyle and frowned. “Where are ...
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