The Battered Lamp
Chapter Eighteen: The Windy Bow
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Cast of Characters
Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones
Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife.
Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart, and in a magical coma cursed by Ms. Franklin.
Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife. She was a member of Ms. Franklin’s dark coven and betrayed Kyle and Aaliyah. Out of guilt, she fled to find redemption with the Goddess Ishtar.
Nakamura Fumi: Kyle’s girlfriend. She’s a Yuiki-onna, a succubus like creature that feeds on semen and will kill any man that cums in her pussy. She is in Japan looking for a way to be with Kyle. Wielder of Windfeather.
Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.
Principal Burke: A man posing as the principal of Kyle’s school and a powerful warlock who desires Aaliyah and her power.
Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.
Zaritha: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. She was instead captured by Burke and forced to serve him, sent to Japan to kill Fumi and retrieve Windfeather.
Detective Donnar: The homicide detective investigating the deaths of Ms. Franklin and her coven. Kyle is his prime suspect.
Shadow: A member of Burke’s coven helping him torture Mrs. Skinner and her husband.
The Vicar: Another member of Burke’s coven, also helping him torture the Skinners.
Sable Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. After the coven’s defeat, she serves Burke and is on a mission to kill Christy for betraying the coven.
Erinyes: The vengeful daughter of Hecate hunting Christy for betraying her oaths to the Goddess Hecate.
Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.
Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.
Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.
Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.
Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.
Antonette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.
Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.
Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.
Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.
Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.
Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.
Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.
Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Has a date with Burke on Tuesday.
Mrs. Skinner: Kyle’s first period math teacher and Aaliyah’s third period math teacher. Captured by Burke and being tortured.
Braiden Smythe: Kyle’s former friend. Braiden is in love with Christy and makes passes at her.
Corey Derrickson: Kyle’s friend and master of Aleah, his concubine.
Iris: The daughter of Ishtar and the spiritual guide of Christy on her path of redemption through the Spirit Realm.
Monday, January 25th – Mount Asashi, Hokkaido, Japan
Fumi gasped as something caressed her ass as she floated in the Yukishojou-no-onsen, the hot spring Niqualmie—a spirit that dwelt on Mount Rainier—had told Fumi to visit. The moment she had floated out into the steaming water and stared up at the snowy, night sky, she had felt a kami, a divine spirit embodying the spring, watching her. She felt compelled to masturbate and her screaming orgasm seemed to have summoned it.
The kami explored her ass with a thick, fleshy appendage, sliding around, probing between her butt-cheeks with agility. It wiggled and bent, soft, not bones. It pressed between her cheeks, teasing her asshole, pleasure coursing through her. Another appendage wrapped around her side and chest, sliding around her breasts. It was a tentacle made of the spring water, leaving wet warmth behind as it slithered around her breasts, squeezing them, reaching the tops of her breasts to latch onto her nipple and suck.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned, giving into the kami’s tentacles. How very etchi. Kenji loved these type of Hentai.
More tentacles wrapped her body, sliding about her flesh, teasing her body. One wrapped around her throat, caressing her cheeks, before wiggling into her mouth. She sucked, the tentacle fucking her like a cock. She was completely at this kami’s mercy.
Fumi loved it.
She moaned around the tentacle fucking her mouth. The one teasing her asshole pushed against her sphincter, wiggling into her tight passage, pressing deep into her bowels. Wonderful! Take me! I’ll give up my entire body to your pleasure to be with Kyle.
The tentacle pumped in her ass, stabbing deep and wiggling inside her. She had never felt anything like it before. Her nerves burned, shooting pleasure through her. She writhed and splashed on the water’s surface. A second tentacle latched onto her other nipple, sucking hard, stretching her flesh.
Fuck me! Take me! I’m yours! I need it! Give me more! I want to cum so bad!
She was lifted out of the water, borne by the tentacles into the snowy night air. A breeze blew across her, drying her flesh. She didn’t feel the cold, a great heat burned inside her. Small tentacles grasped her ankles, spreading her thighs apart.
Yes! Do it! Fuck me!
A wet tentacle caressed her pussy, sliding up and down her labia, smearing her copious juices about as it teased her. She humped her hips, her legs straining against the tentacles restraining her as her body quivered in anticipation.
Fuck me! Please! Take your pleasure and give me Kyle!
A tiny tentacle teased her clitoris as the larger one nuzzled her labia. It wrapped around her small bud, gently squeezing, coaxing more pleasure out of her body. She moaned and panted as pleasure suffused every corner of her body, bringing her closer and closer to her climax.
The tentacle penetrated her pussy.
She screamed around the tentacle fucking her mouth. Such rapture filled her. The two tentacles fucking her pussy and ass worked in tandem, driving in together, pressing against her sensitive flesh. The one in her pussy sparked off every nerve in her pussy as it wiggled and twisted about inside her, pressing on her G-spot. Her entire body tensed, her muscles fighting the tentacles restraining her as her climax hurtled towards her.
Her climax erupted through her, bathing the kami in her passion. Her holes squeezed down on the probing tentacles. Kyle’s face floated in her mind as those wonderful tentacles carried her to plateaus of pleasure she never thought were possible to reach. The rapture buffered her core like the great winds of a hurricane, stripping away everything but her pleasure and the feel of the kami violating her body with its primal hunger.
DO YOU REALLY WANT HIM? The kami’s words vibrated through her body, communicated by the tentacles. Another orgasm crashed through her.
Yes! I would give anything to be with him!
FUMI, YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN TOO EASILY BLINDED BY LUST! IT HAS LED YOU TIME AND AGAIN INTO HEARTBREAK!
Guilt touched her as she remembered Kenji and Shiro, the two men she thought had been her one and who died in her embrace. She never wanted that again. She wanted to hold Kyle and not harm him. I love him! I’ll give anything to be with him!
THEN YOU SHALL HAVE HIM!
All the tentacles erupted. Thick cum shot into her mouth, bitter and thick, coating her mouth and throat as she swallowed. More flooded her ass and pussy, her hungry body devouring the cum, drinking in the entity’s power. A climax contracted through Fumi, her stomach clenching and her eyes squeezed closed. Something was different inside her. A change to her hunger. The memory of Kyle’s cum shooting into her mouth flooded her mind. But he no longer tasted bitter.
He tasted sweet.
He’s the one for me now!
Water engulfed her. The entity’s tentacles withdrawing. She floated on the hot spring’s surface, joy singing inside her. She opened her eyes.
And saw nothing.
The Ifrit huddled against the tree, sitting in a muddy puddle that boiled about her feet. The tree groaned and creaked as the blizzard hammered it’s branches, fir limbs falling to the snowy ground. It was impossible to see more than a few feet, the sudden blizzard whitening everything, hurtling snow at Zaritha’s aura of heat. The snow hissed and sputtered, steaming as it melted against her passion.
She ground her teeth. The storm wasn’t natural. Some entity had summoned it, attacking her. The power behind the storm was immense, far more than that little bitch Fumi could summon. Whatever task she had on this mountain involved this powerful spirit, and the entity was protecting her, assaulting Zaritha with the elements of water and air.
The slave bracers on her wrists burned. She was so close to the little bitch. She almost had her when the entity intervened. And the bracers knew it, compelling her to complete the task her master, the sadistic Principal Burke, had commanded her. Her fingers flexed, wishing she could rip out the dark sorcerer’s throat and bathe in his blood.
But he was human, despite his powers, and even if she didn’t have the bracers, she could not directly harm him. But Fumi wasn’t human. She was some sort of succubus, some local variety that Zaritha had never encountered, and the Ifrit was looking forward to venting her frustration out on the bitch’s hide.
A great, rumbling wave rolled through the air. Zaritha shuddered. Power had just been unleashed. The wind died. The snow abetted to a light fall, the trees stopped groaning. The Ifrit smiled, standing fully up and strode forward, the banks of snow melting before her, exposing muddy ground, steam billowing around her legs. She could feel where the power emanated and marched in that direction.
She was going to make Fumi howl.
Fumi floundered to the edge of the hot spring, reaching out with her fingers. Fear hammered through her. She couldn’t see. She fought down her panic as she touched the wet rocks. She had completely lost her bearings as the kami had fucked her, and she struggled to remember where she had left her clothes and her bow.
“How am I going to find my way off the mountain?” she whispered to herself, half-hoping the kami would answer her.
The spirit of the hot spring was silent.
“Keep calm, Fumi. You said you would pay any price to be with Kyle. It is going to be worth it.”
She conjured his handsome face, clutching at the image in her mind. Tears almost came. She would never see him again. His muscular body, his dusky-brown skin, those warm eyes. But I’ll have him! It’s worth it.
She focused on her lover, her panic calming. She crossed half the world and marched through the snowy night all to be with him. She was halfway to her goal. She couldn’t let a little thing like loosing her eyesight distract her from reaching her dream. She was going to be strong. She was adaptable. She would find a way out of the mountains. The wind was at her back on the way up, it’ll be in her face on the way back.
“I can do this.”
She slowly crawled along the edge of the hot spring, sweeping her fingers across the stone, ignoring the rough bite on her knees. She had left her clothes in parts of the stone where the hot springs warmth kept the snow melted. She just had to keep the hot spring on her left and she’d find it. And her clothes were right by the path.
Slow and careful.
Her hands had become her eyes, feeling around textures of the rock, brushing moss and lichen, dipping onto loamy soil, brushing the lapping waters of the hot spring. Sweep. Crawl. Sweep. Over and over. It was almost zen-like, the same repetitions she would lose herself with her archery. Pull. Aim. Release. Sweep. Crawl. Sweep.
Her fingers brushed clothes, smooth and pillowy—the down of her jacket. She crawled forward, hands sweeping around the smooth fabric, brushing the rougher weave of her sweater. She pulled it to her and something wooden scraped on the stone.
She touched the magical yumi, a type of bow with an asymmetrical grip; she had practiced with them with since elementary school. The wood was smooth in her hand and she could feel the air whispering to her. She gripped it and sensations overwhelmed her.
Fumi cried out, her thoughts bombarded with information, painting green across her mind’s eye, rippling and wavering, almost forming something coherent. The green swirled about her in eddies and ripples, like water flowing around an obstruction and painting the solid objects in green. Thick pillars surrounded her and large lumps rose to her right.
She held out her arm, a void moved in her mind’s eye, the green swirling about it as the wind blew across her arm. Windfeather gave her command of the air. And she could see the wind, witness it’s path, and see where it could not touch. The pillars were trees, creaking as the wind rushed through the branches.
Fumi smiled, standing up. It was so alien from sight. She could hardly make out what she was sensing. But she was learning. She walked across the ground, watching the green eddy around divots and small rocks or roots. Her pace was slow, but her confidence grew. She turned, sensing the air rippling above the hot spring, the air acting slightly different there than on the ground, roiling as the spring’s heat caused strred the air.
She laughed, a sound of pure joy as cold snow fell around her naked body. Kyle’s gift would guide her back to him. Fate was on her side, wishing that the young Yuki-onna would find happiness in Kyle’s strong arms.
A void moved, the figure of a person outlined by rippling eddies. The air roiled about this figure more violence than it did over the hot spring. Fumi paused, cocking her head, trying to make sense of this new pattern. It was like the figure was exuding some great heat.
“Hello,” she called, frowning.
The figure stopped moving, but the air still roiled about it. Was it a person? Why weren’t they answering. Fumi grew tense, wiggling her toes in the cold snow, then slipping into her archery stance. Maybe it was a beast.
“Is someone there?”
Or a spirit. A kami, like the one that had taken her sight in payment. That could explain the air roiling about it. Maybe she was sensing into the spiritual world.
“You can’t see?” a woman’s voice asked in English, her voice rich and throaty. The figure shifted. “Your eyes are all white. Did the entity take your sight in payment, Fumi?”
Fumi went still as a calm day, the dream she had on the plane flashing through her. She had been blind and been hunted upon a snowy mountain slope. “You are the one that enchanted Ando.”
“Was that his name? Such a waste. If I knew you were a succubus, I would have killed you myself instead of wasting so much time with him.”
“I’m a Yuki-onna,” Fumi corrected, lifting her bow and aiming at the figure. “Who are you?”
“You seem to be missing your quiver with all your arrows,” the woman purred, no fear in her voice. “You can call me Zaritha.” The figure raised her hands, the air boiling between them like she was creating a ball of turbulent energy.
Fumi reacted without thought, drawing back the bowstring, Windfeather creating an arrow of green air, and released. It sped true. Zaritha hurled the ball of energy and it met the arrow. Searing wind exploded, whipping past Fumi and painting the area in clear greens in Fumi’s mind. Zaritha was tall and willowy, dressed in light clothing, her arms bare save for metal bracelets about her wrist. She could even see the surprise on the woman’s face before the intense wind died.
“Lucky shot,” Zaritha muttered.
Fumi was already drawing her second arrow and releasing in one smooth motion. She could see it’s rippling wake as it knifed through the air. Zaritha dived to the right. Fumi tracked her and fired a third arrow. She didn’t have to waste time pulling out a new arrow and knocking it, she merely had to draw back her bowstring.
Zaritha screamed as the third arrow caught her in the shoulder as she dove, spinning the woman about and she crashed into the ground behind a thick tree. Fumi drew a fourth time, aiming at the tree. A strong gust whipped by, providing Fumi with a clear vision of the terrain.
“You little bitch!” hissed the Ifrit. “How did you do that? You can’t see.”
“I can see as clear as an eagle,” Fumi bluffed.
A dark shape peaked out of the tree. She released. The shape pulled back, her arrow whizzing by, Zaritha cursing. “Is it the bow? It’s a Sil’at weapon. I can smell the stink of those cowardly whores about it. You can see the wind.”
Fumi didn’t answer. Zaritha was stalling. She fired another arrow, aimed at the base of the tree. This one was different. When it struck, a great wind exploded. Branches snapped and cracked, torn free of the tree as the hurricane force winds erupted. Her attacker gasped, hurtled from behind the tree. Fumi was ready, tracking Zaritha’s tumbling body, and fired.
Zaritha stopped being a solid form and became roiling air whirling like a mini-tornado, consuming Fumi’s arrow. Fumi could feel the heat. She’s transformed into flames. The whirlwind of fire zipped across the sky and slammed into the snow in an explosion of flames, the heat distorting the air. Fumi peered into the disturbance, trying to see past heat-warped air. Fire crackled and sap popped, flames dancing on the nearby pine trees.
She’s camouflaging herself with the fire. Fumi’s eyes widened and she followed her instincts, diving towards the snow, clutching hard to Windfeather. She couldn’t lose the bow. Boiling air hurtled out of the disturbance straight towards her. She landed in cool snow, her skin burning as the fireball hissed over her, missing her by centimeters. She screamed, her back aching like she had spilled boiling water, the fireball may have missed, but it’s heat had burned her as it passed over. Fire erupted, a pine tree roaring and popping as Zaritha’s greedy fire consumed it.
Fumi rolled on to her back, the snow cool on her burning back, and fired an arrow into the flames, a great wind blowing the heat away and snuffing out the flames. The wind streaked out, illuminating the landscape and—
Zaritha was to her right. She had moved. Air roiled towards her, fire burning, and Fumi scrambled to her feet. Pain consumed her right leg, the air sizzling. She stepped on her leg, it folded beneath her and she crashed to the snow. The pain was intense. It was hard to think. Her entire right side felt seared and she could smell her flesh burning. She rolled in the snow, sobbing.
Zaritha laughed, gathering another blast in her upheld hand.
I can’t die like this. Not when I can be with Kyle! She couldn’t run, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fight. She grit her teeth, ignoring the agony consuming her body. She drew her bow only half-way and tried to aim.
“You should see yourself,” Zaritha taunted. “I’m doing you a favor. You’d be a scarred, hideous thing if you live. That’s not good for a succubus.”
She released the arrow. It went wide.
“You missed,” snorted the woman, stepping closer, the air roiling faster in her hand, her fireball growing hotter.
She reached out to the wind through her bow.
The wind caught her arrow, turning it, guiding it around behind the woman, streaking for Zaritha’s back. The arrow speeding up, hurtling like a missile. Zaritha let out another cackle, raising up her hand to deliver the final blast.
Her hand snapped down. The arrow struck her in the back. Zaritha screamed, her throw jarred, the fireball streaking over Fumi’s face. The heat seared across her body, her skin crisping. Fumi’s howls joined her attackers.
“You fucking bitch!” coughed Zaritha, falling to her knees, her voice thick and liquid. “I’ll tear your heart out.”
Zaritha rose up. The arrow in the back wasn’t enough. Pain consumed all of Fumi’s body. She couldn’t fight it. Her body wanted to surrender to the agony, her consciousness swam. “I’m getting…back to…Kyle!” she hissed.
She fired one last arrow.
Zaritha moved her arms to block it. The arrow clanged on metal, a powerful ringing filled the air. Something heavy fell off Zaritha’s wrist into the snow. The Ifrit froze, and then a bubbling laugh escaped her lips.
“You freed me.” Joy rang in Zaritha’s voice.
Zaritha tore the other bracer off, dropping it on the snow beside the first one. Fumi fought with consciousness, holding her bow, trying to get the strength to draw another arrow and finish off the woman.
“He is going to pay,” growled the woman. She flashed into fire and hurtled off into the air.
Fumi collapsed back into the snow, confusion warring with the pain. She didn’t understand her reprieve. The wind howled and trees crackled as they burned. She had somehow driven the woman off, but agony consumed her. She had won, but it didn’t matter. Her body was too burned.
“I can’t die,” she hissed. “Kyle…waits…”
Summoning his face, she crawled through the snow, her bow clutched in one hand, her mind fighting to stay conscience. There was only once chance. One hope. The kami. She dragged herself through the cool snow, meter-by-meter. She wasn’t going to quit. She wasn’t going to give up.
Her fingers touched bare rock. She was close. She gripped a crevasse, pulling herself forward, her tender breasts and stomach screaming as she slid across the uneven surface and splashed into the springs water.
Darkness took her.
Even formed of fire, Zaritha was wracked by pain. She could somehow still feel the arrows embedded in her body, spilling out her blood. She did not know how the little bitch had shot her in the back. None of that mattered.
“I am free!”
All the pain was worth it. She would take a hundred arrows to not serve that sadistic bastard.
She soared across Hokkaido, her wounded body drawn to the immense heat burning in its core. She needed fire. She raced up to the slope, the air thinning, the temperature dropping. She reached the caldera and dove down a steam vent, working her way deeper and deeper into the volcano until she found the magma chamber and buried herself into the burning rocks, drinking in the fire.
Her pain fading as her body healed, she began to plot her revenge on Principal Burke.
The Spirit Realm
Christy reached the end of the rainbow path.
“Why do you put yourself through this?” Kyle asked.
She froze. Her husband stood on the edge of the rainbow path, standing crisp against the wavering, dream terrain of the spirit world. His face was hard, his angular eyes boring at her, a sneer curling his lips.
“Do you think I’ll take you back after what you did?”
Even knowing it wasn’t Kyle, the words still stung the teen. “I’m not listening to you, Erinyes.”
“It doesn’t make my words any less true. Your sins can never be washed clean. Ishtar will not forgive your stained soul.”
Those same fears gnawed at her heart. She pushed a curl of brown hair off her cheek, and gave Hecate’s vengeful daughter a fixed look. The spiteful spirit hunted Christy for breaking her oaths to the coven. But so long as she was on the rainbow path, Ishtar protected her. “I have to have hope. Unless you think I’ll just walk off the path and let you kill me.”
“Hecate can always take you back.”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“Even if she can give you Kyle.”
Her heart almost froze. She wanted Kyle so bad. But she didn’t deserve him. Not after she sold Aaliyah to the coven. I should have just shared him. I would have been happy. Aaliyah wasn’t so bad. And she knew how to lick pussy. We could have had a lot of fun together. Loved each other.
“The only way she could give me Kyle is by controlling him.”
“And?” The fake-Kyle cocked his head, puzzlement creasing his brow.
Christy wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
“It doesn’t matter. I am putting my trust with Iris and Ishtar.”
“And I’ll be waiting out here. When she rejects you, we’ll have such a lovely conversation.”
Christy looked at the end of the rainbow path and the shimmering curtain of light. Her body trembled, fear rooting her in place. If Ishtar didn’t accept her, she would be at Erinyes’s mercy. Death would be far better. But she couldn’t go back to Hecate. Serving the goddess had been the wrong decision once and it had cost her everything.
She stepped through the curtain of light and entered Ishtar’s realm.
Lush plants dangled from terraces, curtaining stone walls with green, flowering veins. Water fell from the terraces to pools dotted with flowering lotuses. The air was warm, a light mist cooling her skin, carried by a perfumed breeze. A sweet song ghosted on the breeze, summoning Christy through the hanging gardens.
Christy followed, pushing past hanging trellis, flowering vines caressing her face as she moved deeper and deeper through the garden. Her fear retreated with every verdant brush. What could harm her in this place? She only heard warmth and love in the song. The further into the gardens she ventured, the more beautiful and lush it grew until the stone was almost choked by the vibrant, flowering plants. A rainbow of flowers surrounded her, the colors more vibrant and saturated than anything found in the real world.
The song led her to a still pool, the waters cerulean and colorful koi swam in the depths. Lilies and lotuses dotted the tranquil surface. In the middle stood a woman, the water up to her waist, her breasts lush and full, white milk trickling from her fat, dark-red nipples. Her face was beautiful, perfect, her eyes a deep, warm brown.
“Mother,” Iris greeted, the spirit dancing across the waters, her youthful figure the color of rainbows.
“You have guided her to me,” purred the Goddess Ishtar. “Well done, my beloved daughter.”
Iris giggled, reaching her mother and bending down to latch onto her milk-laden breast, sucking loud, cooing in delight. Christy’s mouth grew dry as she ached to satisfy her sudden thirst on the Goddess’s heavenly substance. Ishtar smiled at her, soft and motherly, and beckoned to her.
Christy stepped into the shallow water. The mud at the bottom of the pool was thick, her feet sinking up to her ankles in the muck. She grunted, taking a step forward, her foot sinking almost to her knee on the next step. She struggled, barely pulling her foot out, and took another step. Her foot sank even deeper into the thick, warm mud.
“What? What’s going on?”
“Why are you here?” Ishtar asked her.
“To be free of Hecate.”
“That is not why you are here,” the Goddess objected. “She is merely a consequence. Why are you here?”
“I don’t understand.” Christy ripped her leg out, stepping forward, reaching the middle of the pool. She sank to her waist, her head barely above the water. Fear burned inside her.
“Why are you here?”
Christy struggled to think, struggled to move. The mud was so thick, sucking down at her body. She craned her neck back, trying to keep her mouth and nose above the water. “I told you, to be free of Hecate.”
Ishtar’s expression grew sad; Christy sank a little bit more. She fought to keep her mouth above the water, her arms flailing, splashing the water. If I’m not here to be free of Hecate, then why am I here? Hecate is merely the consequence. The consequence of what? I need Ishtar because I betrayed the Hecate and she is sending Erinyes to kill me? I betrayed Hecate because I was consumed with guilt. I loved Kyle and I hurt him so bad.
“Forgiveness,” Christy shouted. “I’m here for forgiveness.”
What are you doing, Christy? Aaliyah’s words echoed in her mind. The stunned and hurt look on Aaliyah’s dusk face was burned into Christy’s memories.
I knew they were going to kill her, deep down inside, but I let myself believe they were merely going to drain her of her powers. I lied to myself. I sent an innocent woman to her death just so I could have Kyle all to myself.
The guilt filled her fully.
And more memories filled her, every bad thing she had ever done in her life. Swearing her soul to Hecate, cheating on her school work, lying to her parents, stealing makeup from a department store, bullying her younger brother until he would cry, all the little hurts she had inflicted on others with a careless word.
“Please, forgive me?” she sobbed.
“Why should I forgive you?” Ishtar asked. “You have been sorry before, but that did not stop you from doing worse acts.”
“I’ll be a better person. I promise!”
“And will that stop you from causing petty harms again? I can see it all. Hurt still festers inside your younger brother for how you treated him as a child. Rachel had to change schools after you and your friends bullied her in the seventh grade. She often cries herself to sleep. You claim to love Kyle, and yet you crushed his heart in your jealous hands. Will you never harm another? Can you actually promise that?”
It was an impossible promise. “I’m a good person though! I really am. I made some mistakes, but so does everyone.”
“A good person does not send an innocent being to her death just so she can have a man!” Such anger burned in Ishtar’s voice. Christy sank deeper into the mud. She craned her neck, just keeping her nose and lips above the water. The water lapped over her mouth and nose, and she coughed and spluttered as she tried to breath. “Why should you be forgiven, Christy Leonardson?”
Why should I be forgiven? The look of betrayed fear in Aaliyah’s eyes burned in her mind. Aaliyah had loved her, accepted her, and trusted her. How can I ever be forgiven for such a crime?
“I shouldn’t,” Christy whispered. “I sent Aaliyah to her death. I don’t deserve to be forgiven!”
Her words hung in the air, echoing through the gardens. I don’t deserve to be forgiven. She closed her eyes and prepared herself to be pulled beneath the waters.
“I forgive you, anyways” Ishtar whispered.
The mud released her. Christy kicked her legs, paddled her arms, and pulled herself out of the muck to stand in the waist deep water, the bottom suddenly as firm as hard dirt. Ishtar’s warm, motherly smile was back, and she beckoned to Christy.
Tears streaming down her face, the teen walked through the water, cleansed by its purity. I did the most horrible thing in the world and she forgave me.
“Forgiveness can never be earned. It can never be bought or bargained for.” Ishtar’s arm wrapped around the teen, bringing her lips to the Goddess’s milk-heavy tit. “Forgiveness can only be given. It is a gift.”
“Thank you.” Tears still falling, Christy engulfed Ishtar’s dark-red nipple and tasted the Goddess’s sweet milk. It was rich and smooth, filling her mouth with ambrosia. Her cheeks hallowed as she sucked harder, greedy for the wonderful liquid. She could feel something inside her, a dark shadow, the traces of Hecate on her soul, driven back by the purity of her new Goddess’s milk.
“Drink deep,” purred the Goddess. “You are one of mine now. Hecate cannot touch you without contending with me.”
Hands touched Christy’s legs, soft and gentle, spreading her thighs apart. An eager face pressed against her pussy beneath the pure waters, a tongue probing the teen’s folds. Christy moaned around the Goddess’s nipple, still nursing, as Iris licked and nuzzled at her pussy. Pleasure stirred inside Christy, joining the warmth of Ishtar’s motherly gift.
The teen let her hands explore the Goddess’s lush body as Iris sucked harder at her pussy, the rainbow spirit’s deft tongue probing deep into her hole, brushing all those wonderful nerves. Christy found Ishtar’s other, heavy breast, rolling her nipple and coating her hands in the Goddess’s sweet milk.
“That’s it,” purred the Goddess, stroking Christy’s brunette locks. “Let yourself be pleasured. You have earned this moment of peace. Your road shall be hard, but you shall receive such happiness at the end of it.”
Christy moaned around Ishtar’s nipple, swallowing another mouthful of sweet, divine milk. Iris’s tongue slipped between her asscheeks, the spirit probing Christy’s asshole as her fingers plunged deep into the teen’s pussy. A spasm ran through the teen, her pleasures mounting.
She was going to cum.
“That’s it. Let yourself go. Give yourself over to Iris’s pleasure.”
Christy obeyed her new Goddess. Her pussy spasmed about Iris’s probing fingers, and her asscheeks clenched about the spirit’s face. Her body writhed as wave after wave of rapture rolled through her. Her lips sucked harder, milk squirting into her hungry mouth, dribbling down her chin to her small breasts. She rode her climax into ecstasy, and then slowly came back down, her body suffused with bliss, the Goddess’s gentle hands stroking her hair and back.
She released the nipple, licking her lips to get every drop of the Goddess’s gift. “Thank you, Ishtar.”
“You are most welcome.” The Goddess smiled, and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. It was an amazing kiss. Only one of Kyle’s made her heart beat faster.
Ishtar had forgiven her, but would Kyle? She doubted it.
“Iris will guide you back.”
“My pleasure,” the rainbow spirit smiled, pressing her nubile body up against Christy.
“You may receive one boon from my daughter. She will stay with you until you use it.”
Iris gasped, then hugged Christy tight. “How wonderful.”
“Do not give into despair. Kyle will need you before this is all over.”
Hope beat in Christy’s breast as she walked the rainbow path out of the Spirit Realm back to the real world. Erinyes glowered, still in Kyle’s form, but the teen had no fear of Hecate’s daughter now. She had been washed clean of the foul Goddess.
Mount Asashi, Hokkaido, Japan
Fumi drifted on the cusp of death, her body burning and cold at the same time. She had no energy, was barely even conscience. The only thing keeping her badly wounded body going was the copious seed the kami had pumped into her right before her duel with Zaritha. And every moment she felt herself slipping farther and farther down into the darkness.
She clung to the only thing that mattered to her—Kyle.
His image was in her mind, her will to live clutched at his fingers, straining to hold on as she slipped centimeter by centimeter. Someone was bound to visit the hot spring and find her, get her to help. She just had to hold on to Kyle a little longer.
She felt a presence nearby. Snow crunched and warm, strong fingers grasped her body. “Kyle,” she moaned, barely more than a whisper. Somehow, he had come for her, found her upon the slopes of Mount Asashi. She was lifted, her naked, wet body draped across a warm back. Her shivering form drank that warmth.
She was being saved. “Thank you, Kyle.”
“I’m not Kyle,” Kyle answered.
“I love you,” Fumi murmured. “I love you…” Relaxing her grip, she drifted off into unconsciousness.
Warmth wrapped her. Rough blankets covered her and she lay on a lumpy mattress. Confusion wracked Fumi. She wanted to ask where she was, but she didn’t have the strength. A salty-bitter scent tickled her nose—cum.
Something settled on her face. Wet and soft, a spicy musk filled her nose, mixed with the scent of cum. Her Yuki-onna instincts kicked in and she opened her mouth. Wonderful, warm cum dripped into her lips, mixed with that spicy musk. Her tongue licked out, nuzzling through the a spongy, warm material, finding more cum in the hot depths.
Her body absorbed the energy. It was weak, not fresh from the source, but she could feel it nourishing her body, healing her burns. She drifted back off to sleep.
South Hill, Washington
Kyle and his harem piled into Shannon’s expanded SUV, an excited energy in the air. Fatima’s two concubines, Kayleah and Ann, were clutching each other, hopeful looks in their eyes. Kyle clutched the powered up Panacea in his hand, rainbow light shining color around the inside of the SUV. His mom was inside the house and Kyle still felt the blissful rush of endorphins from their love making.
He was trembling with excitement as Shannon backed the SUV out of the driveway. Aaliyah was clutched against him, a smile filling her dusky face. “This is going to work,” she reassured him. “We’re going to get our wife back.”
Kyle nodded. Finally, he was going to put something right. After he healed Fatima, he was going to track down Fumi. She had called once when she reached Hokkaido, excited that she was on the trail of some magic that would allow them to be intimate without Fumi stealing his essence.
And then he would find Christy. He was going to tell her she was forgiven and he hoped she would come back to him. She had made a mistake, but she had fixed it and helped save Aaliyah. Once he had his wives together, they could deal with the detective and his suspicions.
Then everything would be back together.
“I don’t want to be disturbed while we’re in the hospital,” Kyle said.
“I can cast a spell,” Phillipa, Britney’s mate and a witch, suggested. She was cuddled on Britney’s lap, his best friend looking quite happy as she nuzzled at Phillipa’s neck. “That’s okay, right?”
“Yes it is,” Britney purred, nipping at her flesh.
“I can keep anyone out, too,” Aaliyah pouted. “Kyle just has to make the wish. This is Harem business.”
“Oh, okay,” Phillipa shrank. “I was just trying to be helpful.”
Aaliyah sighed. “I’m sorry. Why don’t we both do it. No point in taking chances.”
“No point,” Kyle agreed.
He glanced out the window, watching the stores pass by on Meridian. It would only be ten minutes before they arrived. “Aaliyah, I wish that we can safely drive faster so I can reach my wife sooner.”
“Nicely put,” Aaliyah smiled. “Done. We’ll be there in two minutes.”
Mount Shasta, California
Tourmaline shivered as she huddled on the wintry slopes of Mount Shasta. For days she had been been staking out the cave where Amber’s trail had ended. The traitor had disappeared into the spirit realm and Tourmaline did not possess the skill to follow. Her new master, Principal Burke, had sent her after the treasonous bitch. Because of Amber’s betrayal, the coven were dead or captured and Tourmaline couldn’t wait to inflict her revenge.
“Why does it have to be so damned cold where you ran to,” she groaned, her breath frosting the air. She rubbed her tanned cheeks, trying to work some warmth into them. Her heating spell was fading and she would have to cast it again. “Come on, Amber, finish up in there.”
“She will be out soon,” a voice hissed.
Tourmaline jumped, looking around. A disturbance crawled through the snowy brush towards her composed of rippling air, like a dancing mirage. The form resembled a giant spider and it crept towards her. Tourmaline’s heart caught in her throat, fear immobilizing her.
“Wh-what can I do for you, Erinyes?” Why is she here? I haven’t betrayed Hecate.
“You hunt Christy?”
“Yeah, I hunt Amber. My Master sent me to kill her. He feared she would somehow elude your justice.” Is that why she’s here? Is the spirit offended that I pursued her quarry?
“You will not prevail.”
Tourmaline frowned. “I have a stronger aura than Amber. I admit it’s not much stronger, and I will have the element of surprise. I will strike her dead before she even knows I’m here.”
“She has Ishtar’s favor now,” Erinyes spat; Tourmaline could feel the anger radiating off the spirit. “Ishtar’s daughter travels with her. I cannot touch her directly.”
“I see. Which daughter?”
“Iris. But, I can aide you. Your Master has Hecate’s favor.”
“I welcome your help,” Tourmaline carefully answered. “Together, we’ll cut out her pretty heart and avenge my fallen sisters.”
“But death is far too good for her,” cackled Erinyes. “She needs to be humiliated. She needs time to absorb the cost of betraying Hecate.”
A smile split Tourmaline’s tan lips. “How?”
“Did you know an Incubus is imprisoned nearby.”
An Elemental of Love twisted by lust. Tourmaline’s smile grew into a pleased smirk. “I think that would be perfect. I do have some skill in trapping and controlling elementals.”
To be continued…
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