The Battered Lamp Chapter Three: The Witch of Amber

The Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Three: The Witch of Amber
Copyright 2014

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Thursday, January 16th

The door to the janitor’s closet banged open; Kyle froze. His girlfriend stood in the doorway and sudden guilt twisted his stomach.

“Christy, I can explain!”

Can I though? His girlfriend had a shocked look on her pretty face, and her pouty lips creased tight. Kyle sat upon the step ladder, his cock engulfed in Chyna’s pillowy tits as his latest load of cum oozed out of the dusky-skinned girl’s cunt. Chyna never stopped sliding her tits up and down on his cock, brightly smiling up at his girlfriend like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Christy closed the door, peering at him intently, thumbing her amber pendant. Did the amber just glow? No, it must have been the light glinting off it.

“Hecate, reveal the truth,” Christy whispered; more light glinted off her amulet. Recently, his girlfriend had gotten into some New Age stuff, praying to some Greek goddess. It was weird, but he didn’t feel like offending her at the best of times, let alone when she just caught some sluts tits wrapped around his cock.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t know what happened—”

“It’s okay,” she sighed, then leaned over and kissed him on the lips. They were warm and wet and left him stunned when she pulled away.

“It is?” he gaped. Is Christy this open minded? Would she be willing to share me with my genie?

She took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help yourself. I understand.”

She’s taking this a lot better than I thought she would.

“So you fucked her after Math class?” Christy asked, eyes flicking down to gaze at his cock nestled between Chyna’s dusky tits. Color blossomed in her pale cheek.

“Yeah,” he answered. “She just came up and told me she needed to be fucked and I…”

She nodded in understanding. “You were just helpless.”

“Yeah.” Was this more of Aaliyah’s work. Did she do something to Christy to make her accepting of all of this?

She reached out and pulled a hair from his head. “There was something in your hair. And yours too, Chyna.” She plucked a dark brown strand from the busty girl. Kyle didn’t notice anything, but he was distracted by his slave’s wonderful breasts wrapped about his dick sliding up and down, sending shudders through him while Chyna smiled up at him.

“Oh, sure,” Kyle blinked, confused by the entire situation.

“Well, I have to take care of some things,” Christy answered. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Have fun,” she smiled, then slipped out.

Shaking his head, he shut his eyes and smiled; Chyna never stopped sliding those wonderful tits up and down his cock, and he savored being wrapped by their silky softness. Maybe it was okay what Aaliyah was doing. He’d have to have her fix Chyna, but Christy and Aaliyah together would be amazing.

He closed his eyes, picturing dusky Aaliyah kissing pale Christy, their bodies writhing together, then looking at him with beckoning smiles. They’d take turns licking his cock, their lips kissing around his shaft, meeting, tongues touching. I could love them both…

“Do you like my tits, Master.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he moaned, staring down at her. Her tits bulged in her hands as she pressed them together, his cock emerging from between them, poking up out of her flesh before she slid her breasts back off.

“Do you want to cum on them?” she purred. “Imagine my tits stained with ropes of your cum, leaking down my curves. My tits are so big, I could probably lick some of the cum off them.”

“Shit,” he grunted, his balls going into overdrive. He erupted.

Cum shot into the air, falling upon her dusky breasts in lines of white, running down her curves. Another shot fired up, squirting up her chest to her neck, then running down to join the mess on the rest of her tits.

“Ohh, yum,” giggled Chyna, holding up her right boob and licking a line of cum that had ran down onto her nipple, sucking her nub into her lips for a moment, then let go of her tit and used her fingers to scoop up the rest of his gobs of cum, popping them into her hungry lips.

“You are such a slut,” Kyle sighed and she just giggled again.

“My fertile pussy is still sopping wet,” she purred. “And you still seem hard.”

Right, the wish I made with Aaliyah. Well, Christy didn’t seem to mind. He smiled, “Why don’t you come sit on my cock.” Besides, he had just wasted a load of his semen on her chest, and all of his seed needed to pump into her fertile cunt.

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Christy’s pussy was on fire as she briskly walked from the janitor’s closet. Why did I find it so hot watching my boyfriend fool around with another girl? She squeezed her thighs together, remembering those wonderful tits wrapped around her boyfriend’s hard cock. The damn coven has turned me on to women, and sharing one with Kyle would be…perfect. Tomorrow night’s date couldn’t come soon enough for the horny teen.

She gripped the hairs in her hand, striding towards one of the chemistry labs. Mr. Iñiguez, the chemistry teacher, should be at lunch, and she needed a place to figure out what was going on. Someone had cast a spell on her boyfriend and Chyna, and neither could control what was happening to them in there.

It had to be someone in the Coven.

Anger burned in her. They were supposed to be her sisters; that’s one of the reasons why she had joined. She hadn’t joined to be forced into being Ms. Franklin’s little, lesbian sex toy, or to have them fuck with her relationship with Kyle! Power and sisterhood is what she had been promised, power to protect her loved ones—to heal her mother!

The chemistry class was locked, but a quick prayer to Hecate, Goddess of Magic solved that problem, and she slipped in. She gathered her supplies: a beaker full of distilled water to act as the base, a pinch of sulfur, a drop of nitric acid, and a few flakes of rust. She mixed it all together and placed the beaker on a Bunsen burner, bringing it to a boil.

She shoved her hands in her panties for the last ingredient, pinching her clit; a delicious shudder passed through her. She leaned against the counter, digging her fingers deep inside her juicy pussy. She pictured Kyle fucking Chyna doggy style, her big, dusky tips flopping as he banged the slut hard.

“Let me eat you!” the slut would moan. I’d grab her pigtails and pull her mouth deep into my pussy. She’d stick her tongue up my snatch, eating me out while I stared into Kyle’s dark, almond-shaped eyes. We’d share the little whore together.

Her fingers pumped faster while her other hand massaged her small breast through her bra and panties.

After we both had cum, then Kyle would stick his big dick in me. He’d fuck me so hard and I would kiss him and stare into his eyes as we shared our love. My breasts would rub against his muscular chest and we’d cum together!

She shuddered, climaxing on her two fingers and moaning loudly, “Oh Kyle! I love you! Fuck me!” Her orgasm trembled through her, and she panted, pulling out her sticky fingers, then let a single drop of her passion fall into the boiling solution.

It flashed amber.

Let’s see what we’re dealing with here.

She dropped the two hairs into the solution. It turned first pearl-white, Chyna’s color, and then went crystal clear. Kyle has a diamond aura? The strongest aura she had ever seen was Ms. Franklin’s celestite aura, almost crystal clear. Christy herself only had an amber aura, a middling strength, but she was the third most powerful in the coven after Lorrie’s opal aura and Ms. Franklin’s celestite.

“Goddess Hecate, reveal to me what curse lies upon these two souls!”

Smoke issued: red and black. She touched the smokes. The red was a lust spell, easily counterspelled, and was driving Chyna and Kyle to be irresistibly drawn to each other. But what is this black spell? She let a finger trail into the black.

She shuddered, ripping her finger back. A slave spell.

Chyna was Kyle’s now. Neither would feel complete without Kyle dominating her. She stuck her finger back into the oily smoke and let her senses probe further. How to break it? She’d never come across this sort of spell before. It was evil. Maybe this wasn’t the work of the coven? The spell was tied to the embryo growing inside Chyna’s womb, fertilized by Kyle’s sperm.

The lust spell drove them to fuck, she mused. And the slave spell triggered when her egg was quickened. I can’t break that spell without… She shuddered, unwilling to do that. She sighed, resigned to sharing her boyfriend with his pregnant sex slave.

Then a naughty thought popped into her head. Kyle could hardly mind sharing her with me. So she gathered new ingredients and set about breaking the lust spell so at least they could keep their hands off each other during school.

And then I’ll need to figure out who cast this spell and why.

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Chyna’s juicy cunt sank down on his cock, engulfing him in her warm embrace. Kyle groaned, leaning back as he sat on the step ladder and holding the hot, dusky girl in his arms. They kissed as she squeezed her cunt around his cock.

And then she fucked him.

“Oh, yes! Fill me up! So hard!” she gasped. “I love your cock!”

“You’d do anything for my cock, wouldn’t you?”

“I would! Anything. I’m your slave, Master!”

Images of a Japanese girl, tied up and covered in cum, that Kyle had seen on the internet flashed through his mind. “You’d let me tie you up and jerk off on you!”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “You could do anything to me! Spank me, fuck me, tie me up!”

She kept riding him, and his hands found her tight ass. He was going to spank her. Maybe I should let Christy and Aaliyah take turns spanking her…before I have Aaliyah release her.