1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Fifteen: The Wish of the Warrior


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    their role in her humiliation. And when she was freed, Burke would know her anger! As fast as she flew, it still was hours crossing the Pacific, and her anger slowly cooled. Fumi had an artifact. She would not be helpless. Burke clearly feared to move openly against Kyle for this reason. The grand treasures of the Jann, the four elemental weapons, must have been bestowed to Kyle as part of Aaliyah's dowry. She would need all her cunning to deal with the little bitch. Zaritha materialized inside a bathroom stall in New Chitose Airport in Sapporo, Hokkaido, assuming the form of a beguiling, Japanese girl dressed in a traditional, schoolgirl outfit: white blouse tucked into plaid skirt with loose, knee high socks. She stepped out face to face with a man. White. Tall. Dark. He had a passing resemblance to Burke. Her anger flared hot. “You!” she hissed, her hand shooting out to squeeze his neck. So what if he wasn't Burke—he was a man. “Help!” he screamed, his limbs thrashing. “Someone, help!” “Honey?” a woman called from outside. “J-Jan!” croaked the man. “Hel—” She squeezed harder. No one made her feel weak and vulnerable. No one hurt her. She was Zaritha. The chief enforcer of the Marid Sultan. She was strong! Powerful! Her fingers were hot steel, choking the life out of him. This man would die. He needed to pay! Her fingers were forced back, the man gasping for breath. Rules stronger than steel governed the Djinn. She could not directly kill a mortal unless it was in ...
    self-defense. “Honey?” the restroom doors opened and a beautiful woman, blonde, curly hair, walked in, then gasped. “Help!” Zaritha became flame, flowing around the woman, blazing in front of the door, trapping the pair. The woman backed away in fear, her husband grabbing her, thrusting her behind him. Zaritha's anger threatened to overwhelm her. That woman was so weak, fearful and cowering behind her husband. Heat burned inside her, aching her nethers. This woman should be punished. She was weak! Not me! I'm not weak like her! Both the husband and wife deserved to be punished. I am not weak! I do not cower! She became flesh, rushing over and grasping the man's head. Her fire burned into his brain, driving back his will to cower in the recesses of his mind. Her fires controlled the man now, guiding his body to her will. Zaritha slipped a hand beneath her skirt, rubbing her fiery pussy as the woman begged for mercy from her husband. He didn't give her any. Just like Burke. Zaritha's climax was hot and fast, accompanied by the woman's screams. She couldn't directly kill a mortal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hokkaido, Japan Fumi walked down the road, holding her thumb out at the passing cars. Hokkaido was as cold as she remembered it, snow piled on the shoulders making walking most unpleasant. Her last ride had brought her ten kilometers from Sapporo, but she had farther to go. She so wished the clerk at the car rental was a man. “I could have weaseled a car for a blowjob,” she ...
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