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 and 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 has found redemption from 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 traveled to Japan to break her curse so she can be with Kyle, losing her sight to as payment. She was wounded by Zaritha in a fight.

Britney: Kyle's best friend and a hermaphroditic Rakshasa. She has sworn to protect him. She has dominated and 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.

Mindy: Kyle's nurse concubine.

Phillipa (Jade): Half-Korean, former member of the coven. After being dominated, she is now Britney's mate.


Dean Burke: The Dean of Kyle's college. A warlock, serving Hecate, hunting Aaliyah who has a date with Faiza.

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.

Shadow: A servant of Burke.

The Vicar: A servant of Burke.


Faiza: Kyle and Fatima's mother who is under Burke's magical domination.

Corey: One of Kyle's friends.

Professor Skinner: Kyle and Christy's recently married math professor. Her and her husband were captured by Burke, last seen being tortured.

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.

Harem Delights

Tuesday, January 26th -- The Spirit Realm

"How much longer do I have to walk?" Christy asked as she trudged through the strange, shimmering landscape of the spiritual realm. Nothing seemed real. Everything was blurry, like a watercolor portrait--bright colors smeared across the landscape.

Iris's flesh danced like a rainbow as she skipped and giggled alongside the witch. Christy no longer had to walk the path Iris had formed, Erinyes could no longer seek vengeance upon her for betraying Hecate. Christy had been claimed by Ishtar and served a far more benevolent goddess.

"How long did it take you to reach Ishtar?" Iris asked, cocking her head.

"I don't know," Christy shrugged.

"Exactly. Time, distance, those thing do not matter here. They are constructs of your reality. You will have to walk as long as it takes and not a step more."

"Well, who made that rule?"

Iris blinked at her. "Rule? It is not a rule. It just is."

"It's frustrating. Kyle needs me. And I need him. Ishtar said so."

"And you'll get there when it is time for you to get there. Kyle will wait for you."

"Will he?" she asked, her fear and insecurities coming back, drowning out the hope redemption had fanned into her heart. "Can he forgive me for what I did to Aaliyah? I couldn't even forgive myself."

"Ishtar forgave you."

Christy sighed. There was nothing to do but to keep walking and hope that whatever abstraction governs this realm decides she had walked enough.

Puyallup, WA

Aaliyah leaned against the doorway to Fatima's hospital room. Over a day had passed since Kyle had performed the ritual, and there were still no changes in the girl. Nurse Mindy, his newest concubine bustled about Fatima's bed, making sure the young woman was comfortable while Kyle sat next to Fatima, holding her hand.

Kyle tried to hide his disappointment, but Aaliyah could see the cracks marring his stony expression.

"Be patient," Phillipa said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Time moves differently in the Spirit Realm where she was trapped."

"Come back, Fatima," Kyle whispered, bringing his sister-wife's hand up to his lips.

Aaliyah's heart broke for her husband.

"Mistress," Chyna said, sidling up to her.

The Djinn slipped her arm around the dusky-skinned concubine, pulling her tight. "Yes?"

"Toni and I had an idea to try and cheer Master up."

Aaliyah turned and looked into her hazel eyes. Kyle was lucky to have such a caring group of concubines. Her father's harem had been filled with plotting and jealousy, the wives and concubines forever vying for dominance over each other. "What is it?"

"Well, can I make a wish if that wish will benefit Kyle?"

"Of course." Aaliyah smiled, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You're part of the harem."

Chyna's grin broadened.

Kyle barely noticed Toni's lips as she nuzzled at his neck. His cheerleader concubine was trying to cheer him up on the ride to Rogers College for morning classes. But it was clear the Panacea hadn't worked. His sister either failed to defeat the nightmare, or Kyle had performed the ritual wrong.

"She will wake up," Aaliyah said.

"Reading my thoughts again?"

"I didn't have to, my love. I can see your pain."

"Is it working?"

"It is," Phillipa, Britney's witch mate, assured him. She was cuddled on Britney's lap. "I could feel the Panacea's power pulsing through her aura. Just be patient, Kyle."

Normally, Kyle could be patient. Years of kendo and judo had grounded him, but he was just so tired of being separated from the women he loved. Shannon pulled her SUV before the college, and Kyle and his concubines all piled out. Ms. Capella gave him a brief kiss before she hurried inside, while the other concubines all took a little longer to say their goodbyes.

As they walked through the school, his women peeled off to head to their first classes. He blinked when Toni turned, heading away from their Math class. "Toni?" he asked. "Where are you going?"

"Sorry, Master, I need to get ready for the pep rally." She shrugged. "Guess I get out of math."

"Lucky you," Kyle muttered and continued on to class alone.

His passed his friend Corey, and they both nodded heads in greeting. Corey was trailed by the submissive Aleah, his girlfriend and sex slave. Kyle blinked as he watched Maricruz walk by with her arms wrapped around two women.

"Hey, Kyle," the Hispanic woman smiled, her aura dark red while both girls pressed against her had bright pink, submissive auras. "I really need to thank you."

"Oh, what?"

"For letting me be open," she smiled. "You made it okay to walk around with a pretty girl on both arms."

Kyle gave a snort. "I guess I have." He looked down the hall and he noticed a few other guys with their own small harems. "I hadn't even noticed."

"I get it. Christy's missing." Her face fell. "You don't think she's...dead. Like the others."

Kyle shook his head. "I know she's alive. She left me a note. She...ran off."

"It's so sad. Ms. Franklin was the sweetest professor. She kept trying to get me to join her book club."

"Yeah. She was a"--Bitch! A monster. She tried to mur*er my wife, and she put my other wife into a coma!--"good professor." He hated the lie.

"Well, you take care," she smiled.

"You, too, Maricruz."

The hallway was quickly growing empty as students disappeared into classrooms. He rounded the corner and groaned as he saw Braiden glowering at him, backed up by two jocks: a Black guy named Frankie Tyler and a brute named Zane Wilkie.

"I'm surprised you don't have half the girls hanging on your arm right now," Braiden sneered as Zane cracked his knuckles.

"They had class," Kyle shrugged, walking forward, balling his hand into a fist. Braiden used to be his friend, but when Kyle started dating Christy, Braiden had turned into a complete asshole. "Why don't you have any girls hanging on your arms? Oh, right, none of them would touch you, Braiden."

Braiden's cheeks reddened.

"You're hogging all the girls, Kyle," Frankie said. "Got to stop, man. There ain't enough to go around these days. Too many guys have been copying you."

"I get it. You tried to be me. You tried to get a bunch of girls to fawn after you and treat you like you were hot shit." Kyle stopped before them, his anger and frustration boiling through him. Christy had run off, Fatima was in a coma, and Fumi was off in Japan. The cops were investigating him and Dean Burke was nailing his mom, the woman that raised him after his parent's death. His fist clenched beneath the strain. "But none of them wanted to serve a bunch of pussies like you."

"The fuck did you just say, asshole?" growled Zane, straightening up. He was easily six-and-a-half feet tall.

"You three are a bunch of pussies. All the women at school can sense it. That's why none of them want to fawn all over you."

"I'm gonna crush your face." Zane stepped forward. "I'm no pussy."

"Then why did it take the three of you to confront just me?" Kyle demanded, looking up at the brute without flinching. "You three are so scared of me, you had to band together to try and find a pair of balls between you. But I doubt you managed it."

"I'll fucking knock your head off."

"Then do it!" He took a step forward, glaring up at the brute. Kyle had faced a charging bear when he fought Ms. Franklin's cabin. Those beasts had been far larger than this guy. "If you're not a pussy then just fucking hit me instead of talking about it."

Zane's face furrowed, confusion sparking in his dull eyes. He threw an uncertain glance at Braiden. Asshole's probably never had someone stand up to him. It clearly was a new experience for the brute.

"What's wrong with you?" the big guy growled. "I'll fucking tear you apart! I got fifty pounds of muscle on you."

"More like fifty pounds of shit that's too scared to do anything. So get the fuck out of my way, pussy."

Zane threw a second glance back at Braiden. "Uhh..."

"Go on and hit him," Braiden said.

Kyle decided that was good advice.

Zane was caught off guard as Kyle's fist planted into his stomach. The brute stumbled back, a bewildered look on his face as he coughed and spluttered. Kyle leveled a look at Braiden and Frankie before striding forward and pushed between the pair.

"What's going on out here?" Professor Skinner, the math teacher, asked, poking her head into the hallway.

"Just heading to class," Kyle said, smiling as he walked towards her.

"Were they harassing you?"

"Trying," Kyle shrugged. "But they were too scared to."

A smile curled her lips. "You three come with me. Dean Burke is going to want to have a talk with you."

"Kyle punched Zane," Braiden whined as the busty math professor escorted the three off.

The man calling himself Dean Burke hated going through the paperwork that his job entailed. For years he had worn this disguise, preparing for the day when the lamp would re-emerge so he could hold it in his hands once more. This time, he would have the Djinn's power. Irritation flashed inside him, his hands itching to rip the pointless papers before him. He hadn't counted on Aaliyah emerging into the hands of such a threatening, young man.

A knock rapped at his door. "Come in." He was glad at the interruption.

Shadow walked in, one of his most dangerous servants, wearing her disguise as the busty math professor. She was trailed by three students.

"Yes, Professor Skinner," he said, maintaining the farce. The real Professor Skinner and her husband, a computer science professor, were buried beneath his basement; Burke wanted more allies in the school in case Kyle grew unmanageable.

"You asked for candidates," Shadow purred. "I think you'll find these three have the proper motivation."

His eyes fell on the confused faces of Braiden, Frankie, and Zane. "Really?"

"The three attempted to accost Kyle."

Burke grinned. "You have done good work as always, my dear."

"Thank you, Master."

"Master?" Braiden blurted out. "What is going on?"

"Tell me, Braiden, how would you like to inflict harm on Kyle Unmei?"

He could see the hate burning in the young man's blue eyes. Yes, he will do nicely. "Return to your class, Shadow."

As Shadow left, Burke opened his desk drawer and pulled out three obsidian blades--the foci to enhance the three youths into deadly weapons. He was slowly drawing his noose about Kyle's neck. Unlike Ms. Franklin, he wasn't going to let the youth catch him unprepared.

Kyle stretched when his English class, taught by his busty concubine Ms. Capello, ended. He stood up, but his concubine fixed her burning eyes on him. "Mr. Unmei, if you could stay a moment. I need to talk to you."

"Right, talk," giggled Darleen. "Time for some intimate, one-on-one teacher-student counseling.

"Yes," Ms. Capello nodded, a hot grin on her face. "Would you care to stay?"

Darleen froze then glanced over at Kyle, her cheeks crimson. "Umm, no. I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

"Then run along."

"Yes, Ms. Capello."

Kyle waited, a few of his male classmates giving him high fives--Ms. Capello was one of the hottest professor at Rogers College, and all of her male students had voiced their desire to bury their face in her pillowy cleavage.

"Are you looking to have some fun?" Kyle asked her, his cock hardening.

"We want to show you something," she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a golden skeleton key.

"What's that?"

"Something Aaliyah made. Though it was all Toni and Chyna's idea."

She closed her classroom door, then stuck her key into the lock, twisted, and opened the door. The hallway didn't appear, instead a large room strewn with soft pillows on the ground, comfy chairs, a large television, and a table covered in large variety of sex toys.

"Your harem away from home," she smiled, handing him the key. "Aaliyah made one for each of us. Whenever you're feeling the need to have a little extra-curricular fun, just use your key on any door in the school and slip in here with whatever cutie you like and relax." She rubbed his shoulder. "Try and forget about your problems."

Doors opened in the room and his concubines began entering, then Aaliyah appeared, a big smile on her face when she saw him. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"I do," he nodded.

"Now you don't need to worry about getting in trouble," she said, winking. "You can have all the fun right in here."

"Let's have a big orgy, Master," Chyna exclaimed. "We'll help you forget all about your problems for an hour."

His cock hardened as he stepped into the room. The concubines' clothes were falling to the floor. They were such a lusty group. It didn't take much to get them to strip naked and frolic. He did have a beautiful bunch of women. Well, they weren't all his. Teleisia was Aaliyah's, and Ann and Kayleah belonged to Fatima, but that meant they were practically his. Marriage was all about sharing.

He pulled petite Ann to him, cupping her face and kissing her hard while Toni pulled his pants down and sucked his cock into her hungry lips. His cheerleader concubine knew how to blow a guy, sucking hard while bobbing her head.

Kyle let himself explore all of Ann's youthful charm. She was the smallest and youngest, barely eighteen, of all the women, her breasts small mounds like Fatima's, but snowy white. She gasped into his lips as his fingers played with her hard nipple before he let his hand go roaming down her body and found the heat between her thighs.

"That's it!" moaned Chyna in the background! "Pound my cunt, Mistress! I love it!"

Kyle broke the kiss and threw a glance. Aaliyah had a strap-on and fucked Chyna doggie-style, his wife's dusky ass clenching as she drove into the concubine's cunt. More and more debauchery spread through the room as Ms. Capello pulled Lois between her thighs, the Native American concubine eagerly going down on the professor.

"She'll come back to us and enjoy this wonderful place soon," Ann whispered. "Believe in her, Master. Fatima loves us and is coming back."

Kyle peered into the sincere depths of Ann's blue eyes. He found himself trusting in her sincerity. "Thank you. I know she will."

She fell to her knees, joining Toni, licking at the exposed parts of his shaft. His balls boiled as the two girls began sharing his cock, sucking on the tip and kissing each other's soft lips around his headed. He seized Ann's blonde and Toni's auburn hair and released a flood of cum onto their hot faces.

"Take it, sluts!" he grunted as white splashed across their faces. "Now lick each other clean."

"Gladly, Master," purred Toni before she almost attacked Ann, pushing her to the floor and licking at his cum.

He strode across the room, his eyes fixed on Lois's cinnamon ass waggling as she feasted on Ms. Capello's cunt. The professor moaned, smiling at him. "I think she's all ready for you."

"I am, sir," Lois moaned, looking up, her face sticky. "I'm growing to like your big dick!"

She was a lesbian that had joined the harem for all the interesting possibilities it brought, such as feasting on Ms. Capello's delicious snatch. She returned to her meal as Kyle fell to his knees behind her and buried his cock into her wet depths.

"God, you are tight," he groaned, smacking her ass. "It's so hot to fuck a lesbian!" He gripped her hips, her ass cheeks rippling as he pounded her.

"Fuck her harder," moaned the professor. "Every time you bury into her, you push her face into my pussy! I love it! Go to town on the little slut!"

"What a good idea," Kyle groaned, hammering her pussy. She groaned, pushing back. "Are you gonna cum on the slut's face?"

"I am!" screamed the professor, her large breasts heaving.

Kyle leaned over, burying his face between her soft tits as she gasped and moaned, cumming hard. Lois moaned her appreciation, her cunt squeezing down on Kyle's cock. Ms. Capello gave another shudder, holding Kyle tight.

"I'm gonna cum again, Master!" gasped the professor "Oh, fuck! The little minx knows how to work a pussy!"

"Cum on the whore's face! She loves it! Her pussy gets tight whenever you flood her mouth!"

"Oh, yes! That's it, Lois!" Ms. Capello shuddered again and Lois's pussy went wild around his cock.

"That's it! Cum on my cock! You love it!"

"I do!" panted Lois. "So wonderful! Cum in me, sir. Let me feel that hot load burning inside me."

Her pussy massaged his cock, eager for his cum. His balls tightened and he drove hard into her. He grunted, then his pleasure pumped out of him. He stumbled back, falling down onto some pillows, gasping for breath as his blood pumped with satisfaction.

"I have a pussy full of Kyle's cum!" Lois shouted. "Who wants a taste?"

Carla and Alexina pushed their faces between her thighs, both concubines working hard to lick her clean. Kyle's cock stirred as he watched Carla and Alexina's asses wave at him, their pussies winking at him between their thighs.

He had time to find another hole to enjoy before lunch was over.

Aaliyah appeared, falling down beside him. "Do you like the room?"

"I do," he smiled, pulling her to him. "Let 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 their college classes were over. 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 my 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 and slammed to a halt 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 to the Rakshasa. "Not yet."

Aaliyah's heart beat as the mortal authorities tramped across the lawn towards them. She sent her thoughts to Kyle: 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?" Kyle's mother gasped as armed police surrounded Aaliyah and her family.

Let them search, Kyle commanded with a thought. I wish that any incriminating evidence is hidden.

Aaliyah 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?" his mother gasped. "mur*er? 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 your shoes?"

"I lost them during gym class," he quickly answered. "Um, I think my classmates must have stolen them."

"Yeah," Alexina nodded. "He's been missing his shoes all day."

"That's right," Lois added.

"And he was home Wednesday night," Chyna added. "We spent a quiet evening making love. Right girls."

"Yep," Toni nodded. "We had quite a lot of fun."

Kyle's mother pulled out her phone talking quietly as she pacing back and forth. Aaliyah walked over to her. "It will be okay, Mother. There is nothing here that they can find to connect Kyle. Okay?"

She froze, glancing at the cop. "Did you...wish?"

Aaliyah nodded. "So do not fear."

"But they suspect him. Aaliyah, once the cops suspect someone they will hound them for years. I--"

A crash came from inside and her mother-in-law flinched. "I can restore any damage they inflict. Be calm, Mother."

"How? The cops think my son is a murderer." She looked at Aaliyah, her dark eyes swimming with fear. "And he..."

"Kyle saved me. It wasn't...that, okay?"

Faiza began pacing again, her breath coming in rapid gasps. "I need to call Stanley. He'll know what to do."

Burke smiled at the weapons that had been Braiden, Frankie, and Zane. They were his familiars now. He had armed the boys with spells, augmenting their strength, their reflexes, and removing that pesky fear that kept humans from truly committing to an attack.

He wiped his brow, the spells had been taxing changing such unwilling subjects, but it would be worth it when he moved against Kyle. The boy had a Djinn artifact, and Burke wanted to avoid direct confrontation if at all possible.

His phone rang, a smile curled his lips. "Hello, Faiza." Another one of his weapons.

"The police are searching my house, Stanley," she sobbed. It wasn't the real Faiza but the construct he had created in her mind, shackling her real personality. His cock hardened with the memory of Faiza's screams as he shaped the new, more obedient personality. "I don't know what to do."

"I'll be right over," he grinned. Another opportunity. Faiza needed one last step to armor her against her son's powers.

"Nothing!" demanded Detective Donnar. "No shoes that match any of the prints? No clothes soiled? No blood residue? And no weapons?"

"I've never seen a house this clean," Officer Reynolds answered. "It's spotless."

Hours of searching had yielded nothing that seemed promising. Anyone that had been involved in the cabin massacre had to have been splattered with blood. There had to be traces in the house, on clothes, tracked in on the soles of shoes. Luminol could make even the minutest traces of blood appear. Not even the most careful cleaning could get it all.

"We might be on the wrong trail," Officer Reynolds groaned, standing up and rubbing at the small of his back.

"Shit!" the Detective growled. "We're not. Kyle's car was at the scene. His wife is connected to all the victim, and she is missing! Kyle is neck deep in this mess!"

"Coincidence," shrugged the officer. "That's what a defense attorney will say. They'll imply his missing wife, connected to the victims, was the culprit. We haven't even found the car."

"Keep searching! There has to be something!" His fist balled up as anger simmered inside the Detective.

"You're going to need to get the Captain to sign off on the overtime if you want us to keep searching."

"Dammit. Bag what we got."

Detective Donnar just knew Kyle was guilty. He could see it in the smug, little bastard's face, in the way he strutted around with his harem. He had all these women brainwashed into cheerleading for him. They would say whatever lie he needed. They probably were all in on it. Some twisted game gone horribly wrong.

"I'll get you," he promised. "One way or the other."

It was time to start thinking creatively.

"Fuck me!" moaned Kyle's mom from upstairs. The moment the cops left, Aaliyah had restored the house, and then his mom and her boyfriend, Dean Burke, had headed upstairs. It grated on Kyle to hear her moan like a whore for the man.

"She's just doing what we do together," Aaliyah whispered as he sat on the couch in the living room, trying to ignore her passionate cries.

"That's it, Stanley! Make me cum again! You fucking stud!"

"That's Fatima's mother he's fucking," Kyle snarled.

"And Fatima would understand." Aaliyah put a hand on his shoulder. "She would want her mother to be happy."

"There's happy, then there's getting fucked like a two-dollar whore."

"Oh, yes! You fucking stud, Stanley!"

Kyle grit his teeth as her bed creaked louder.

"Faiza, you wonderful whore," groaned his Dean.

"Does he have to call her that?"

"You call your women that," Aaliyah reminded him.

He glanced at his wife. "That's different. I...I just get a little carried away. And it's hot, right?"

"Very hot," she agreed, her smile sultry and full of promise. "It's no different with them."

The bed stopped creaking.

"Thank god," Kyle muttered.

A few minutes later, Dean Burke walked down the stairs, a flushed smirk on his face, a pleased look in his eyes. "You have quite the mom. Have a good one. I hope everything works out with the police."

"I'm innocent, so it will."

The Dean nodded. "Well, you and that lovely wife of yours take care."

"Good night, Dean Burke," Aaliyah politely called out. "Maybe next time you would stay for dinner."

"Maybe," he grinned, his eyes hungry as they gazed at Kyle's wife. He clenched his fist, thankful the asshole headed to the front door before he lost his temper and struck him.

Kyle sat back down and Aaliyah pressed up against him. "I can feel your lust." Her hand stroked the bulge in his pants. "Listening to them excited me as well."

He flushed. As angry as listening to the Dean violate his mom, he couldn't help his cock swelling up in his pants. "I'm just a young guy. Everything makes me hard."

Faiza didn't want to obey his command.

"Seduce your son," Burke whispered in her ear as his cum defiled her body.

She wanted to yell, "No." But she couldn't. Memory of pain and fire flashed. She shuddered, remembering the taste of the whips and pokers and pinchers.

"I will, Master," answered that horrible, terrible, false persona Burke had fashioned.

The fake Faiza, Burke's creature, forced Faiza to stand up naked, Burke's disgusting cum leaking out of her body. She was forced to walk out of her bedroom and down the stairs. It was a nightmare. She was helpless, trapped in her mind, screaming with futile rage. She just couldn't seem to break the fake Faiza's control over her body.

Her son and Aaliyah cuddled on the couch, her daughter-in-law's hand stroking her Kyle's crotch. Aaliyah murmured something when their kiss broke. "I'm just a young guy. Everything makes me hard," Kyle answered.

"I bet," the fake her purred as Faiza cried in her mind. "Why don't you show Mommy."

Kyle turned and blinked. She was naked, the Dean's cum leaking out of her pussy. He struggled to think, gripped by surprise, blurting out, "Mom?"

"Come up to my bedroom so we can talk about your growing body."

His eyes were fixed on her ass as she walked back upstairs.

"Go on," Aaliyah grinned. "I know how much you enjoyed making love to her last time."

It didn't seem right to Kyle. This wasn't how his mom behaved, but his cock was so hard, and he had enjoyed every taboo second of making love to his mom. "Why don't you join us, Aaliyah," Kyle said to his wife as he stood up.

"I would love to."

Holding his wife's hand, he led her upstairs. Chyna was coming out of the bathroom, and she flashed him a thumbs up as he headed into his mom bedroom. His mom knelt on her bed, her naked, freshly-fucked pussy pointed right at him.

"I need you so bad," she moaned. "Just fuck me hard and cum in me, Kyle. Mommy needs her big boy to make her feel better."

Kyle couldn't look away from her dark bush matted with juices, and stripped his clothes in record time. Aaliyah just genied hers away, her lithe, dusky body walking gracefully around the bed to face his mother.

"And could I join?" his Genie purred.

"Yes," Faiza gasped. "Let me taste my sexy daughter-in-law's pussy."

Kyle's cock grew even harder as his mom buried his face between his wife's thighs. Maybe if he fucked Faiza hard enough, she'd forget all about Burke and join his harem. He liked that idea as he crawled onto the bed behind her.

"You got a beautiful ass, Mom."

"Thanks," she purred. "But Mommy's pussy needs attention right now. So stick your big, thick cock in and give Mommy what she needs."

Kyle dived into her wet depths, groaning as she squeezed her pussy down on him. He drew back, then slammed into her sloppy hole. She grunted and moaned into Aaliyah's pussy, her hips thrusting back. Aaliyah writhed, her dusky tits shaking. It was so wrong to be buried in his mom's cunt. So taboo.

He loved it.

"Fuck, your mom hard, my love," the Genie moaned. "Make the slut moan."

"Yeah!" Kyle groaned. "You're just a slutty mom!"

"I am! I'm a slut for my son's big, fat cock!"

Their flesh slapped together, the bed creaking as he fucked his mom harder than the Dean had. Her pussy gripped his cock, her hips slamming back into his thrusts. She moaned into Aaliyah's pussy, her cunt hot and wet, gripping his cock hard.

It was so much more animalistic than when they had made love Sunday night. She was almost a completely different woman. His mom was possessed with lust, acting like such a whore as she reveled in their forbidden sex. Her body trembled, her pussy growing tighter about his cock.

She came hard, screaming into Aaliyah's pussy, her cunt massaging Kyle's dick, spurring him to pound her harder.

"This is my pussy!" he growled. Not Burke!

"Yes!" she groaned. "Yours, Kyle! I'm all yours! Give me your cum! I need it so bad! Mommy needs a big dose of her big boy's seed! Squirt it in deep."

"Cum in her, my love!" moaned Aaliyah, her dark eyes fluttering as Faiza ate her out. "Oh, Mother! Your tongue is wonderful! Keep licking me right there. Cum with me Kyle."

"Yes!" he grunted, his cum boiling out of her body, bathing his mom's pussy with his spunk as his wife exploded on his mother's lips.

Burke smiled as he watched Faiza's bedroom through her vanity mirror. He had cast a simple scrying spell on it before he had thoroughly enjoyed her body. Kyle was pumping away at his mother's cunt, lost to the taboo lust. Burke smiled. He would ward Faiza from Aaliyah's power. Aaliyah was a Noble Jann, one of the most powerful beings in all creation, and Faiza was a woman. If Kyle made the right wish, he could rip her out of Burke's grip.

But Aaliyah was bound to a Master, and that put certain limitations on her powers. She could never be forced to use her powers on Kyle. Only Kyle could make a wish that would affect him.

And Burke could transfer that protection to Faiza.

Kyle groaned and Burke smiled as he dumped his cum into his slutty mother's hole. "Hecate, armor the woman with the seed of the Djinn's Master and ward her against his Djinn's powers."

The energy flowed out of him and into Faiza, binding with the cum Kyle sprayed into his mother's pussy. Faiza's back arched and another orgasm erupted through her as the spell took effect. Now the Djinn's powers could never affect Faiza without her permission, granting the woman the very protection that warded Kyle from Aaliyah.

Now she was ready to be wielded against her son.

As Fatima lay in the center of the pile of female flesh, lips and fingers teasing every inch of her body, she knew it wouldn't last. A dull fear crept over her. A vague idea permeated her lust-filled mind--darkness is following me. She ignored it, losing herself in the pleasure of the entirety of the Rogers cheer squad. All the rumors about these girls were true--they were a bunch of sluts.

She looked out past the squirming pile of cheerleaders at the wall of the locker room. There was nothing there. No dark, malevolent presence that would bleed through reality and send her running. Samantha pulled her back down, the cheerleader's lips finding Fatima's nipple, sucking hard.

It's just my imagination running wild, she told herself, her lips finding a cheerleader's juicy pussy. Things like that don't actually happen without Aaliyah's power.

Fatima worked her tongue through the cheerleader's tasty twat, ignoring the flashes of endless running that kept intruding on her pleasure. Fingers penetrated both her asshole and her pussy, working in tandem to bring her to a quick, hot orgasm.

She moaned into the cheerleader's twat as her orgasm built, flicking her tongue to give the young woman as much pleasure as she was receiving. Fatima's body spasmed as hot lips sucked her clit between hungry lips. The pleasure grew inside her, about to burst through her body and--

The fear returned, stabbing through her pleasure.

She bolted up and looked at the locker room's wall. Darkness consumed it. A figure stepped through. Shadowed eyes fixed on Fatima.

Terror filled Fatima. She pushed a cheerleader off of her, fingers ripping out of the slut's pussy as Fatima nimbly gained her feet and ran. She didn't care that a tiled wall was in front of her. She had to get as far away from the dark figure as she could.

Fatima's body passed through the wall as she ran.

And ran.

An eternity passed as the vengeful spirit hounded Fatima through empty space. She pumped her legs as fast as she could, putting every ounce of her energy into running. No effort could be spared, not even to wonder where she was and where she was going.

...Come back to us, Fatima...

The voice whispered through the empty space.

The terror that gripped Fatima lessened. She knew that voice. "Kyle?" she called out, her body slowing.

The darkness grew near. She couldn't waste any energy on thinking. She had to run.

...I'm giving you a weapon...

"A weapon..." Memories flooded her mind of training with a long spear. "A yari."

Her body slowed.

"Why am I running?" she whispered. "I'm the descendant of warriors. I'm a 3-dan in sōjudo. I shouldn't be afraid of the dark."

She threw a glance over her shoulder. The dark girl, a gaping hole in her stomach, was dissolving the world behind Fatima.

Her fear returned. How could she fight the dark figure?

...It's from me and Mom. Use it...

Kyle's voice was stronger, firmer, buttressing her courage and driving back the terror.

...Face your fears and come back to us...

Fatima's steps slowed, her body turning to face the darkness streaming towards her. She shook, fear urging her to run and flee, whispering despairing thoughts. I cannot beat the darkness. She dissolves everything she touches. She hates me. I killed her!

...We all miss you. Mom, Aaliyah, Ann, Kayleah, the other concubines. We know you're strong...

"I'm strong," she whispered, the fear retreating before Kyle's words. "And I'm tired of running from you. You've hounded my steps for...I don't know how long. Days, hours, centuries! And I'm sick of it!"

Fire burned hot inside her.

...You'll win and return to us...

The darkness flowed from the spirit of Karrie Robertson, whirling about Fatima. She was encircled, the darkness cutting off any chance of escaping from the dead witch's shadow. Fatima could remember the feel of the yari gripped in her sweaty hand as she plunged it into Karrie's guts outside the cabin where Aaliyah was held. The darkness pressed in as Karrie's shadow stepped closer, hungry to consume Fatima's flesh.

But it didn't touch her.

Fatima blinked, her fear dwindling. She smiled. "Your darkness cannot touch me, Karrie! I was chosen by Fireheart!" She pictured her flaming yari, the weapon Aaliyah had brought from Genie Land. "I am fire! And no darkness can touch a flame that burns hot and bright!"

Rainbow light swirled in the air spinning fast, glowing, forming a long rod. She seized it and felt the rough, solid feel of a wooden haft. The light grew into a long, straight blade at the tip. Energy pulsed through the light, full of love--Kyle's and her mother's.

"I am Fatima Unmei! I am afraid of you no longer, Karrie! You are dead and I am alive!"

The rainbow light vanished, leaving behind a brilliant yari. Fireheart burned in her hand. With a cry, she stabbed the spear's long, straight point into the dark form of Karrie. Light exploded, illuminating the unknown. The darkness had no substance. Karrie was merely a shadow upon Fatima's mind. There was absolutely nothing she had to fear.

Fatima woke up.