Fantasy The Battered Lamp

Cast of Characters


Kyle Unmei: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish college student that awoke Aaliyah and inherited her mission to free the Djinn. Wielder of Earthbones, a magical katana given to him by Aaliyah.

Aaliyah: A Djinn of the Jann Tribe sent to marry the mortal who would set the Djinn free. Kyle's first wife.

Fatima: Kyle's younger sister second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear). She lies in a magical coma. Kyle has a cure.

Christy (Amber): Kyle's third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she was a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. After betraying Aaliyah to her coven, Christy seeks the redemption which was promised by the Goddess Ishtar.

Fumi: Kyle's girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubus who if she has vaginal intercourse with men, she kills them. She is traveling to Japan to break her curse so she can be with Kyle.

Britney: Kyle's best friend and a hermaphroditic Rakshasa. She has sworn to protect him. She has taken Phillipa as her mate.


Chyna: Kyle's first concubine and classmate. A spell was cast on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a Master/Sex Slave relationship by Ms. Franklin.

Shannon: Chyna's widowed mother. Kyle took her as a concubine.

Alexina: Another classmate of Kyle's and the first submissive woman he dominated thanks to a wish. He can recognize a submissive woman by a pale-pink aura about them.

Carla: An auburn haired coed Kyle claimed in gym.

Ann: Fatima's friend turned concubine.

Kayleah: Fatima's former bully, now her concubine.

Toni: A cheerleader concubine of Kyle's.

Ms. Capello: Kyle's young English professor and concubine.

Teleisia: Aaliyah's African-American concubine.

Lois: Kyle's Native American, lesbian concubine.

Phillipa (Jade): Half-Korean member of the coven. Captured and dominated by Britney.


Dean Burke: The Dean of Kyle's college. A warlock hunting Aaliyah

Sable (Tourmaline): Member of the coven and Christy's sorority sister.

Zaritha: An Ifrit hunting Aaliyah. Posing as Lexie Lyndon. Enslaved by Burke.

Erinyes: Hecate's daughter, hunting Christy because she betrayed the coven.

Hecate: A dark goddess and patron of Burke. Christy betrayed Hecate, and the goddess sent her daughter Erinyes to hunt Christy down.


Faiza: Kyle and Fatima's mother.

Corey: One of Kyle's friends.

Professor Skinner: Kyle and Christy's recently married math professor.

Braiden: Kyle's former friend who desires to date Christy.

Ishtar: A goddess who has offered Christy redemption and sanctuary from Hecate. She sent her daughter, Iris, to lead Christy through the Spirit Realm.

Unearthly Delights

Monday, January 25th -- Mount Asashi, Hokkaido, Japan

Fumi gasped as something in the water caressed her ass. She floated in the Yukishojou-no-onsen, the hot spring Niqualmie--a spirit that dwelt on Mount Rainier--had told Fumi to visit. Here she would gain the most precious gift--to make love to Kyle without killing him. 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 appeared 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, no 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's 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 ecchi. 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.

Yes!

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 clenched, and her eyes squeezed shut. 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. We can make love fully. I won't kill him!

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 its branches, fir limbs falling to the snowy ground. It was impossible to see more than a few feet, the sudden blizzard whitening out 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 Dean Burke, had commanded her. Her fingers flexed, wishing she could rip out the dark sorcerer's throat and bathe in his blood.

But Burke 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 would 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 losing 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 would 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.

Windfeather.

She touched the magical yumi, a type of bow with an asymmetrical grip. She had practiced with the weapon 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 stirred 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 for the young Yuki-onna to 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 with 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 a 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. Was it was a beast?

"Is someone there?"

Or a spirit. A kami, like the one that had used her body for its pleasure and taken her sight as payment. That could explain the air roiling about it. Maybe she sensed 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. Her mind flashed to last night and Ando's strange behavior. She regretted killed the man, he had been compelled by some force to kill her. Only a victim. "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 already drew her second arrow and released in one smooth motion. It knifed through the air, leaving behind a rippling wake. Zaritha dived to the right. Fumi tracked the woman 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. 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, realizing Zaritha stalled. 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. Heat painted Fumi's face like she stared into a bonfire. 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. Fumi screamed, her back aching like she had spilled boiling water down it, 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 blew the heat away and snuffing out the flames. The wind streaked out, illuminating the landscape and--

Zaritha was to Fumi's 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!

Fumi 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.

Fumi 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.

As Zaritha's 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 Fumi's 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. 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 conscious. 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. But 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.

Zaritha 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 Dean 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 witch. "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."

Christy's 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; 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 called out, the spirit dancing across the waters, her youthful figure the color of rainbows. "I've returned!"

"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? If Hecate is merely the consequence, then why am I actually here? 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. Drowning was a better mercy than Erinyes.

"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 witch 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 witch, 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 hollowed 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 witch'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 witch 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 witch's pussy. A spasm ran through the witch, her pleasures mounting.

She was about to cum.

She sucked harder, savoring the delicious milk. Iris's tongue rimmed her with passion, stirring fiery pleasure. Christy shuddered, looking at Ishtar's loving eyes. Her milk seemed endless, feeling her belly with greedy gulps.

"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 releases 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 witch 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 conscious. 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. He picked her up and draped her naked, wet body across his 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, clutched each other, hopeful looks in their eyes. Kyle gripped the powered up Panacea in his hand, staring at it. The gem's rainbow light danced colors around the inside of the SUV. His mom was inside the house, and Kyle still felt the blissful rush of endorphins from their lovemaking.

He was trembling with excitement, his cock bulging his pants. He had just made love with his mother-in-law to power the panacea, and new lust stirred in him. The panacea brimmed with all the lust of the orgy, feeding into Kyle.

"Let me help you, Master," Chyna purred. She reached out, stroking his hard cock through his jeans. She unzipped him, reaching in to pull him out. "Mmm, it's still damp with Mother."

All the concubines called Faiza mother out of respect. Chyna leaned down, licking up Faiza's juices off his cock. Kyle groaned, running a hand through her dark brown hair as Shannon backed the SUV out of the driveway.

Aaliyah snuggled 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, groaning as Chyna's mouth engulfed his cock. She sucked hard, bobbing her head. Kyle groaned, glad things were changing. 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 moaned. Chyna's mouth sucked nosily, the slut eager for his cum.

"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, her hand resting on Chyna's head, forcing the concubine to deep-throat Kyle's cock. "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 groaned, his balls tightening. "That's it, slut! Keep sucking. I'm going to give you so much cum."

"Is she pleasing you, my husband?" Aaliyah purred in his ear, her tongue flicking out to touch his lobe, teasing him.

"So much," he gasped, his balls tightening. "Drink it, slut!"

His cum erupted, drowning Chyna. The slut moaned as she swallowed, her tongue swirling about the tip of his cock, eager to gather every last drop of delicious cum she could. She popped her mouth off. "Did I satisfy you, Master?"

"You always do," Kyle smiled.

"Share," Alexina moaned, grabbing Chyna's head and kissing her cum-stained lips.

Kyle smiled before glancing 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 staking out the cave where Amber's tail had ended. The traitor had disappeared into the spirit realm and Tourmaline did not possess the skill to follow. Her new master, Dean Burke, had sent her after the treasonous bitch. Because of Amber's betrayal, all of 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, bitch?" 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." Tourmaline used Christy's coven name. "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."