The Battered Lamp Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa

The Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Nine: The Insight of the Rakshasa
Copyright 2014

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Tuesday, January 21st – South Hill, WA

Kyle had been concerned about Aaliyah all through kendo practice despite Christy’s texts assuring him that she was just fine. He couldn’t contact her at all during practice, sapping his concentration and keeping him from focus on his kendo. His form was terrible tonight. And now matter how hard he tried to calm himself and stay grounded, he couldn’t stop wondering why his genie wife was ignoring him.

What did I do to piss her off? Or was she really sleeping like Christy reported? After watching Fatima and Aaliyah fight this afternoon, Kyle was all too aware that with four loves, and a few concubines, he faced a potential landmine of angry women.

As soon as practice ended, Fumi found him, a shy smile on her round face, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with lust. “I need you,” she whispered in his ear, her delightful perfume tickling his nose; his cock hardened in a blink of the eye and all his worry over Aaliyah was overwhelmed. “Let’s slip off and find a cozy place so I can suck your cock, and drink your wonderful cum.”

“Yeah,” Kyle grinned, taking her hand and dragging her behind the building.

“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock. “Did you miss me?”

“I did,” Kyle smiled. Then their lips met again and he moaned into her hot mouth as she unlaced his hakama, the wide-legged trousers worn in kendo, and fished his cock out. She broke the kiss, looking down at his cock in her hands, her dark eyes lighting up, color suffusing her delicate cheeks.

With a hungry moan, she fell to her knees and engulfed his cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned.

She smiled around his cock. She pulled her mouth off, and licked delicately at his tip, looking both cute and so sexy at the same time. He groaned, caressing her cheek. She bobbed her head, slow at first, then picking up speed. One hand cupped his balls, the other pumped his shaft. Her perfume—a sweet, lily aroma—filled the air, making his heart beat faster. That delicious scent permeated his body all the way to his balls.

“That’s it. Suck my cock. God, your mouth is amazing, Fumi.”

She moaned, her eyes looking up at him with such love.

He erupted into her hungry mouth. For a moment, her perfume overwhelmed him, bathing his senses. Then it faded as the last few drops of his cum were sucked into her mouth. She sighed, shuddering. Fumi always came when he flooded her mouth; she hungered for cum. His cum, another guys cum. He was certain that she had sucked off other guys since their date on Saturday.

He was okay with that. He felt her love, and he had his other wives and concubines.

She gave his cock a few licks, cleaning the last traces of spunk, then put him away and rose up. A few strands blue-black had escaped her tight braid, plastered to her pale face. He gently pushed them away, then kissed her softly on the lips.

“I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow,” she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder when they broke the kiss. He enjoyed the feel of her against him.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. I don’t have a car right now.” His mother had taken away his car for the next two months because he had been caught fucking his concubine Alexina at school yesterday. Kyle had learned some of the limitations of Aaliyah’s powers with that stunt.

“I can drive my father’s car,” Fumi offered.

“Good. I get home from school around three. Come by. There are some people I want you to meet.” My wives and concubines. I hope you’ll fit right in.

“Sure.”

“Kyle!” Fatima shouted. “Stop cuddling with your girlfriend! Uncle Ethan’s ready to go!”

“Okay!” He gave Fumi one last kiss. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Me either,” she sighed.

The moment Fumi was gone, his worry for Aaliyah roared back. He needed to get home and find out what was wrong with his Genie. Maybe I was too lenient with Fatima. Aaliyah must have been hurt more than I thought. His sister bounced with excitement. I can’t let Fatima get her way all the time. She needs to learn to think about other’s feelings before she acts.

“We’re going to sit down and talk to Aaliyah when we get home,” Kyle said.

“Ohh, I love talking with her,” she grinned, licking her lips.

“No, not that.” His cock stirred at her grin. “I think she’s still mad about what you did today.”

“Oh, really? I thought I smoothed it out. I don’t even get what’s the big deal.”

“You used her, Fatima. You took advantage of her good nature and I let you get away with it.”

“Because you love me,” she grinned, pressing against him.

“I’m serious. You have to think about what Aaliyah might feel or Christy.”

“You’re starting to sound like dad,” she accused. “Always be good, don’t do what you want.”

“Do what you want, so long as it doesn’t hurt someone you love, Fatima!”

She flinched at the gravel in his voice. “Wow. You’re really angry about this.”

“I think we both hurt Aaliyah really bad today. She’s just good at hiding things and we didn’t notice, but she’s not answering me.”

“Really?” Her eyes widened and her expression fell like a candle guttered by a sudden breeze. “I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just got excited with Ann and Kayleah. They’re both so cute and submissive. I didn’t intend to make them my concubines. It just happened.”

“I’m sure we can straighten this all out when we see her,” Kyle smiled, touching her chin. “Okay.”

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The car stopped. Aaliyah was completely disoriented. They had thrown a black bag over her head and stuffed her into the cramped compartment of a car’s trunk. Christy’s treacherous gift—a gold and silver serpent biting its own tail—hung like a weight around her neck, freezing her body and absorbing her power. How did I miss it was an Ouroboros trap? Because I trusted Christy. The necklace acted like a magical circle, cutting off both control of her body and directing her powers back at her. So long as it was around her neck, she was helpless.

Fear writhed in her belly. Her new biology teacher, Ms. Franklin, had a hungry smile on her face when Christy captured her. Her nursemaid had filled her mind with tales of young Djinn lured to the mortal world and captured by evil sorcerers, forced to do their bidding or, worse, to be drained of their powers.

One of the few ways to end her existence.

Kyle will save me! Somehow! He loves me, and won’t stand for my disappearance! she tried to send her thoughts to him, but her they were just reflected back at her by the necklace.

After what felt like hours, it was hard to judge time in the suffocating confines of the hood, the car stopped and the trunk opened. Hands, like talons, grabbed her arm, fingernails biting into her flesh, and hauled her out. More hands seized her. She wanted to struggle, but the amulet had robbed her body of any control. She could only scream and yell and hope that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.

None did.

The wind whooshed out of her lungs; a fist planted in to her stomach. She coughed and gasped, too stunned to scream for help as they hauled her, grunting and cursing. All she could hear were women’s voices and gravel crunching beneath feet. Then they were climbing a few wooden stairs, a door creaked open, and she was dumped unceremoniously onto a hard floor.

She blinked when the bag was ripped off, bright light shining down on her. Ms. Franklin stared down at her, emerald eyes shining with greedy lust. Five other women—no, teens—stood around her. She recognized two of them from school. They all were naked except pendants that hung between their breasts. Each girl wore a different stone: onyx, garnet, tourmaline, opal, and jade. Dangling between her teacher’s breasts was a clear stone—celestite.

Aaliyah knew that sorcerers or wizards used gemstones as foci, matching the gem to the strength and color of their natural aura. If Ms. Franklin has a celestite aura, then she was very powerful. She looked around the room; the walls were made of hewn logs set atop each other and dark shapes lurked in the corners, massive and furred. They were some sort of familiars, beasts twisted to the service of a spell-caster.

Like the rat that had poked around the house last Thursday night.

“What do you want with me?” Aaliyah asked, keeping the fear out of her voice. She was the wife of Kyle Unmei the future Sultan of the Hidden People. She would not show cower for these witches amusment.

“Your power,” purred Ms. Franklin, ripping off the amulet.

Aaliyah could move again and tried to transform herself into a whirlwind of dust to escape. She couldn’t.

“I want every last drop of that sea brimming inside you.”

The teacher started chanting a prayer to the dark goddess Hecate. Light glowed around her, pure white, and Aaliyah realized she sat in a magic circle, a seven pointed star inscribed within its circumference. The light reached out from the circle and star, creeping towards her like slimy leaches. She flinched when the lights touched her skin and tried to sink into her flesh, hungry for her power.

She resisted, focusing her will to drive the silvery hands away. It was easy. For now.

Please, Kyle! Find me!

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Christy trembled. I did it! Aaliyah is gone, and everything can go back to normal. Kyle would be home in any minute. He had sent her several text messages, worried about Aaliyah. She had lied to him, letting him think the Genie was sleeping.

She clutched the leaves of a maidenhair tree leaves in one hand and her amber pendant in the other. The broad leaves weren’t necessary, but they helped to focus her spell. Kyle had a diamond aura, and she would need surprise and every bit of her strength to work the spell oh him. She had already modified Kyle’s mother and the six concubine’s memory, erasing Aaliyah out of their thoughts. When Kyle and Fatima returned, she’d edit their memories as well. Kyle would be all hers, and Fatima would have her two concubines to keep her happy.

The front door burst open, Kyle stood there, his angular face twisted in worry. Fatima was right behind him, looking downcast for once, her normally bright fire burned down to coals. Christy didn’t care what had soured the girl’s mood; she had to act now.

“Great Goddess Hecate,” she chanted, “let the ancient power of these leaves flood their minds and fog their memories.” The leaves smoked in her hand, a sickly-sweet scent filled the hallway. Kyle and Fatima breathed in, their faces relaxing as she focused her will, modifying their memories, erasing Aaliyah and Fumi from their minds, and changing the relationship between Kyle and his sister.

“Christy,” blinked Kyle. Then he smiled, and hugged her. “How’s my cute wife doing?”

“Just fine,” she breathed and kissed him.

Fatima made a disgusted noise. “You two shouldn’t do that in front of such an impressionable youth like me!”

Kyle laughed. “You’re one to talk the way you kiss Ann and Kayleah.”

“That’s different! When we kiss, it’s beautiful and magical. But watching you two is like watching a pretty woman kissing a stone. Such a waste.”

“Well you’re…uh…scrawny,” Kyle retorted lamely.

“Really? Scrawny? Is that the best you could do, big bro?” Fatima laughed. “I guess it’s not just your face that’s stone, but your mind, too!”

Christy caressed Kyle’s face. “It maybe stony, but it’s a handsome face. Like a marble statue carved by a Renaissance master.”

“You have no taste, Christy! Let me spend five minutes kissing you. I’ll make you so hot and bothered you’ll forget all about my dense brother.”

“Umm, he’s dense in all the right places, Fatima!” Christy giggled.

His sister made a retching noise. “I don’t need to picture my brother doing things with you.”

Joy bubbled inside Christy. Her spell worked; Kyle and Fatima didn’t think they were a couple, and Aaliyah and Fumi were completely forgotten.