1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior


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    house. Kyle gasped and moaned, cumming in Teleisia's cunt. Aaliyah watched on, pleased that her husband was enjoying her new concubine. “What's mine is yours, my love,” she had said at lunch, presenting the beautiful, Black girl to Kyle. “And she is mine now.” And Kyle didn't have a problem with that. “Did I please you, your Majesty?” Teleisia asked as she climbed off his cock, her pink pussy leaking his white cum, staining her dark thighs. “Yes, you did,” Kyle smiled. The other concubines were in a pile of female flesh, writhing and moaning, kissing and nuzzling each other. Kyle put his cock away, gave Aaliyah a kiss, and climbed over the exciting mound of moaning woman. It sometimes amazed Kyle just how corrupt he had become. Before Aaliyah, he never even imagined such a decadent scene, and now it had become his life. But what he really wanted was Aaliyah, Christy, Fumi, and Fatima. A sudden anger seized him. He wanted to lash out and hurt those that had taken them away. But they were already dead. He had killed Ms. Franklin, cut her down without any hesitation when he had thought she had killed his sister. Christy had left out of her own guilt and Fumi couldn't be with him without killing him. I didn't love Christy enough. That's why she betrayed us. He wanted to get rid of these feelings. He only seemed to forget about them when he was buried inside a woman, his cock pumping into her mouth or pussy or ass, his balls churning, then spitting his seed into her. He couldn't ...
    take this any more. He just wanted to be happy with the women he loved. He just wanted to stop hurting. He knocked on Britney's door. Franny, one of Britney's mothers, answered the door. Is she the Rakshasa or the human mother? Kyle had learned last night that his best friend not only wasn't human, wasn't even truly a woman, but a hermaphrodite, with both a cock and cunt. That meant one of Britney's mothers was also a Rakshasa, and had knocked up the other mother. Kyle had always thought Britney was adopted or was a test tube baby. “Hi, Kyle,” she said, shifting nervously. “I don't think this is a good time.” A muffled scream came from upstairs and Franny winced. “So, um, can I ask you to leave.” “Who is it?” purred Abigail, a tawny-haired beauty who moved with grace; Kyle instantly realized she was the Rakshasa. “Why hello, Kyle. Would you like to come in?” “But...” Franny looked up. “Britney serve's Kyle,” Abigail answered. “She is sworn to protect him. I bet he knows just what's going on up there.” “Er, sort of,” Kyle admitted. “She's taking care of Phillipa.” “Her prize,” Abigail smiled, as proud as a lioness with a cub. “A perfect choice. Once our daughter has broken her, she will be so loyal to Britney.” “It still doesn't seem right,” Franny muttered. Abigail caught her wife's chin, and pulled her face. “We talked about this, and you will be perfectly obedient, right?” “Yes, dear,” Franny flushed. “That's my prize,” laughed Abigail. “We had so much fun when I broke her ...
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