The Battered Lamp Ch 08

Cast of Characters

Main 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. His second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear).

Christy (Amber):

Kyle's third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she is a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. Jealous of Aaliyah, Christy has told her coven who the Djinn they're hunting is..

Fumi:

Kyle's girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubi who kills men she has vaginal intercourse with. She thinks Kyle is the one man for her that can survive her embrace despite the lack of evidence.

Britney:

Kyle's best friend. She has sworn to protect him and believes Christy and her coven of witches are a threat that need to be killed. She is not all human.

Concubines

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 that allows him to recognize a submissive woman by a pale-pink aura about them.

The Coven

Ms. Franklin (Celestite):

Leader of the coven of witches serving the dark goddess Hecate. She is a lesbian that enjoys using her witches for her pleasure. She also teaches biology at Kyle's college and serves a mysterious, dark master. Wants Aaliyah's power.

Karrie (Onyx):

African American member of the coven.

Rashawn (Garnet):

African American member of the coven.

Sable (Tourmaline):

Member of the coven and Christy's sorority sister.

Phillipa (Jade):

Half-Korean member of the coven.

Christy (Amber):

Jealous of Aaliyah, Christy has told her coven who the Djinn they're hunting is.

Lorrie (Opal):

Cheerleader, member of the coven.

Other Characters

Faiza:

Kyle and Fatima's widowed mother.

Dean Burke:

The Dean of Kyle's college.

Corey:

One of Kyle's friends.

Professor Skinner:

Kyle and Christy's math recently married teacher.

Ms. Capello:

Kyle's young English professor.

Braiden:

Kyle's former friend who wants to date Christy.

Zaritha:

An Ifrit hunting Aaliyah.

Genie of Lust

Tuesday, January 20th -- South Hill, Washington

Kyle, his three wives, and three concubines piled into his mom's SUV. The college had called his mother at work about what had happened with Alexina yesterday. Kyle had been shocked that they would call her. He was nineteen, an adult, so they didn't need to call his mother. The college seemed to think having "a parental figure" involved would help to keep Kyle on the straight and narrow. She had been furious last night when she had returned home. Kyle had been sat down on the couch, Aaliyah on his right, Christy on his left, Fatima on his lap, and his three concubines--Alexina, Chyna, and Shannon--sat on the floor.

"What were you thinking, Kyle?" his mother had demanded, slipping into her role as his surrogate mother, her dusky face dark with anger. "Fooling around with a girl at school. Even if she is your concubine."

"It's my fault..." Alexina had started to say.

"I very much doubt that, dear." There was no anger when she addressed the blonde concubine.

"Sorry, Mom," Kyle answered. It had been a long time since he had been in trouble, and he felt like a mouse before the owl, trying to cower into the couch.

"Just sorry?"

"I...I let myself get carried away."

"And has there been any other messing around at school?"

Kyle and his harem all claimed no, shaking their heads emphatically. She frowned at their attempts at innocence. "I don't want to hear about any more hanky-panky. You keep that stuff to the privacy of your bedroom."

"Yes, Mom."

"You can't drive my car any longer and I won't be giving you money for extra expenses. You're a grown man, you can get your own money." She fixed her eyes on the women. "I expect you to keep him on the straight and narrow at school."

"But..." Aaliyah started to say, then shrank back. "Yes, Mother."

"He needs money to buy food at school," Fatima pointed out. "And, to, eh, pay for concubine dowries."

"Don't you have enough concubines, Kyle?" Her eyes had flickered to the three sitting on the floor. "I'm mean, Shannon's my age. Isn't this a little much? How many women do you need?"

Kyle had shrugged, not sure how to answer his mom and tell her about the desires Aaliyah had unleashed in him.

"Your son is a great man," Aaliyah had stated. "And great men need lots of women."

"Great men don't think with their cocks! They don't break the school's rules and almost get expelled from college! You could have messed up your entire future, Kyle! I know I'm not your mother, but I do love you, Kyle. How would you find a good job and take care of my daughter if you are expelled?"

"Your son will be great regardless of college." Aaliyah had reached over and had squeezed his hand.

"Well you can be a great man without my help from now on. No car, no extra money. So I guess you won't be getting any more concubines for a while."

"He has enough money," Shannon had piped in. "He has my savings now, that should be more than enough to cover any new concubines."

"Fine." His mom had eyed everyone. "You will all be in trouble if I hear there's any hanky-panky going on at school. I was a young woman once, and I know just how much your hormones are raging. Kyle is not the only one guilty in this mess."

Her lecture had gone on for another fifteen minutes, and then she let them stew while she cooked dinner. After dinner, Kyle and his harem had retired to his room, and that had quickly devolved into an orgy. His bed had grown large enough to fit Kyle and his three wives, and a group of pillows covered the floor for the concubines to lounge on.

When he had come down for breakfast this morning, his mom was still mad, moving stiffly around the kitchen, and not saying much. She had confiscated his car keys, "It was just a loan, remember," she reminded him, and ushered them out to her SUV, leaving Shannon to get ready for her own job.

It was silent in the car ride to Rogers College. Britney showed no reaction when they pulled up at her house and she climbed into the passenger seat, calm as always. "Hello, Mrs. Unmei."

"Hi," his mom smiled. "Kyle has lost his car privileges and will be taking the bus home tonight. Sorry."

"I understand. Kyle needs to be more discriminating about where he sticks his penis." Britney glanced back and Kyle thought her gaze lingered on Christy for a moment.

"I want you to keep a close watch on him. Keep him out of trouble."

"I will, Faiza." His best friend looked Kyle in the eyes and, for a moment, her eyes seemed to reflect light like a cat, glowing green. "I will see that no harm comes to him."

"I knew I could count on you," his mom cheerfully said. "Unlike some girls in this car. And I'm talking about you, Fatima."

"Hey," his sister-wife protested with mock indignity. "I'm a perfect saint."

"As perfect as me," purred Chyna, who pulled her skirt up to flash Kyle her naked pussy.

"Exactly," Fatima nodded, grinning--she had gotten an eyeful of concubine snatch, too.

When they arrived at the school, his mom dragged him off to the college's office. "I want you to apologize to the Dean and thank him for not suspending you."

"This isn't necessary, Mom," he muttered. "This isn't grade school. You didn't have to come."

He felt like every one of his classmates was smirking at him as he followed his mom through the hallways. It was humiliating, he felt like a child instead of a grown man. All his wives and concubines had abandoned him, claiming the need to get to class. It was probably true, but it still felt like he was being abandoned.

"What's your mother doing here?" Braiden sneered as he walked by. "And where are all your concubines? Did your mom take them away?"

Kyle's fist clenched and he wanted to just deck the asshole.

"If you're grounded," he laughed, making Kyle feel even more like he was in high school all over again. "I bet Christy is going to need someone to date."

"That's quite rude, young man," his mom snapped. "That's my daughter-in-law you're talking about."

Kyle groaned. "Come on, Mom. Just drop it."

"You used to be a nice, young man, Braiden." Faiza leveled a gaze. "Very polite when you came over to hang out with Kyle. What happened?"

"Geez, you need your mother to defend you?"

"Come on, let's go see the Dean," Kyle muttered. "Braiden's just jealous because no girl will date him while I got more women than he could ever handle."

Braiden's face turned red as Kyle and his mom walked off.

His mom marched him into the office and past the secretary, knocking on the Dean's open door. "Come in," he called. "Mrs. Unmei?" he asked, stepping up from his desk and walking around. "It's so nice to see you."

"You can call me Faiza."

"What a lovely name." Kyle was surprised to see his mom blush. "Is this about the incident yesterday?"

His mom nudged him. "I just wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday," Kyle muttered. "And thank you for not expelling me."

"You're a good, young man," Dean Burke answered. "You just let your hormones get the best of you. And it's not like a...sexual relationship isn't to be expected between you and Miss Alexina. Just use better judgment in the future about where you two...uh...express your love."

"I will, sir."

I'll make my wish with Aaliyah better next time.

"Good lad." The Dean flicked his eyes back to Kyle's mom. "Why don't you head to class while I have a few words with your mother."

Kyle glanced at his mom, her cheeks still flushed, and she nodded. "I'll see you tonight. And no hanky-panky!"

"Yeah," he muttered, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Love you, Mom."

"Bye," she smiled. It seemed her anger had finally burned out. He didn't like the look she flashed the Dean one bit.

He arrived at his first class, Math, and took his seat beside Christy. He didn't hesitate to give her a kiss on the mouth. Everyone in the school knew she was one of his wives now, and though many snickered, Aleah Buckley had a dreamy look in her eyes--her aura was a bright pink, easy to dominate.

"Okay, settle down class," busty Professor Skinner said, giving Kyle an amused smile. "Let's try and save that for after class. I know your wife is cute, but let's not distract your classmates."

"Yes, Mrs. Skinner," Christy answered, flushing. "You know how being a newlywed is."

A fond smile crossed the teacher's lips. "I do." Last semester, Professor Skinner had been Professor Simmons, but then she married a computer science professor over the winter break.

Kyle focused on math and not on Aleah and her oh-so-pink aura. He decided hanky-panky could wait for breaks, and he and his harem should focus on their schoolwork. In fact, after kendo practice tonight, he'd insist that they spend the night studying and doing homework, and not let another orgy develop. Those could wait for the weekend. As it was, Kyle had to copy Christy's math homework before breakfast this morning because he didn't get it done yesterday.

Kyle's new-found resolve didn't last one class. It was his friend Corey's fault. "Who are you gonna take for your next concubine," his friend asked, running his hand through his shaggy, red hair.

Sexy Carla Tyler was in his gym class, and she had a pink aura. The coed had coppery-brown hair and a nice pair of tits that bounced beneath her tight, gray sweatshirt. And her ass filled out her blue sweatpants wonderfully.

Corey grinned. "You going for her?"

"I think so."

"You dog, Kyle."

"You'll get in trouble," Braiden sneered. "Your mommy's not here to hold your hand and keep you out of danger."

"Fuck off, Braiden," Corey shouted.

Braiden's words were almost a challenge as he turned his attention back to sweet Carla's rear as she bent over to stretch. Aaliyah sidled up to him. Gym was the first class he shared with his Genie, and she followed his stare.

"She is quite beautiful, my love." Her voice was smoky and full of desire.

"Yeah," he nodded, his cock tenting his gym sweats.

"Kyle's gonna make her his concubine," Corey laughed.

It wouldn't hurt to mess around in gym class, right? It's not an academic class, and we will be getting plenty of strenuous activity.

"Aaliyah," he whispered, leaning over to her, "I wish that no one would care if I took Carla behind the bleachers and fucked her brains out. Further, I wish that there can be no bad consequences for me, her, or any other party."

Her grin grew. "You have covered your bases well, my love." Approval danced in her dark eyes. "Done."

"Time to have some fun, Corey."

"Right now? You dog." His friend gave him a high-five.

He walked over to Carla and seized her arm. "What's going on?" she asked as he pulled her back to the bleachers, walking past Braiden, smirking at the asshole. His former friend didn't object, but Kyle could see the jealousy burning.

So satisfying.

"Kyle?" She didn't resist much. "What are we doing, Kyle?"

He turned, grinning at her as he led them deeper behind the bleachers, his eyes admiring her hot body.

She licked her lips. "Are you going to...like with Alexina?"

He didn't answer, only smiled more.

"She told everyone in our English class this morning that you took her in the hallway and made her yours." Color spotted her fair cheeks. "Are you going to do that to me?"

Kyle stopped when they were deep enough, reaching out to stroke her cheek, his cock at full mast, pressing against his sweatpants.

Her brown, does eyes glanced down at his cock and her blush brightened. "Do you want me to be your concubine?"

He grinned at her, and she shivered.

"I'll be yours," she whispered. "You're making me so wet. Make me yours, Kyle. I've been thinking about it all night. I want to be one of your women."

She knelt, and pulled his sweats down. She looked up at him, trembling, then pulled his boxers down. His hard cock popped out and smacked her in the face. She flinched and let out a squeak. She stared at his throbbing dick for a moment, a drop of precum beading at the tip, then she engulfed him. Her technique was sloppy, unsure, but enthusiastic.

Kyle wondered if it was her first time. It didn't matter. It may not have been the best blowjob, but it still was a woman sucking his cock.

"Enjoying yourself, my husband."

"Yes," he answered, grinning at her. His wife looked sexy in her gray sweater and blue sweatpants. Instead of being baggy, the garments fit the Genie like a second skin--she had read his thoughts again. "Shouldn't you be out there with the others?"

His wish hadn't covered Aaliyah.

"I am," she giggled. "Or, at least, my illusion is."

He held out his arm and pulled his wife to him and kissed her on the lips. She grabbed a handful of Carla's hair and forced the girl to bob faster. Kyle kissed Aaliyah again, slipping his tongue into her mouth, while he slipped a hand under her sweatshirt and groped her naked breast. Aaliyah didn't like bras, so she didn't wear them. Kyle didn't mind. He loved how her sweet melons swayed and jiggled beneath her tight top.

So delicious.

Aaliyah purred into his lips as he played with her hard nipple. His hips started thrusting, his balls boiling with lust. His wife held Carla's head, and he fucked her mouth harder and harder. She didn't resist. His balls tightened, his body tensed, and then that mind-numbing moment when all his pleasure erupted out of him.

He panted. Carla sucked a few times, then popped his dick out of her mouth. "Am I yours, Kyle?"

"Yes," he answered. "Aaliyah, I'll need you to visit her family during lunch and deal with all the paperwork. I'm grounded, after all."

"They're in Colorado though," gasped Carla.

"Did I tell you to stop sucking?" Kyle asked.

"Sorry, Master."

He groaned as she sucked his cock into her mouth.

Aaliyah grinned, "My illusion is taking care of it as we speak."

"That is a handy ability," Kyle groaned.

Aaliyah nodded, then grabbed Carla's head. "You seem to know how to handle a cock, so let's see what you can do with a pussy."

"I've done that a few times," Carla admitted.

"Really?" Kyle asked. "With whom?"

"Maricruz," she answered. "She likes to make it with girls at her slumber parties."

The Spanish beauty was in Kyle's drama class, and he never knew she was a lesbian. She also had a dark-red aura, one of the strongest he's ever seen.

I bet she's like me, seducing the submissive coeds.

The thought of Maricruz going down on her friends at a slumber party made his cock hard. He was glad he made that wish for sexual stamina, and knelt behind Carla and yanked her sweatpants and pink panties down. Her cunt was surrounded by a thick bush of red hair matted with her passion.

Carla groaned into his wife's pussy as he fucked her cunt. She was tight. No hymen, but Kyle would bet she's had nothing bigger than a pencil inside her. He enjoyed her tight sheath for the rest of gym class. Gym wasn't math; fucking was a form of physical activity after all.

She made Aaliyah cum twice. Then his Genie wife got on all fours and had Carla eat her ass out and came a third time. Carla popped off twice like a firework, and enjoyed eating his wife's ass out as much as her pussy. Carla's pussy grew tighter as she rimmed Aaliyah's ass, filling the air with a wet, sloppy sound as she slurped and moaned her enjoyment.

"Dirty bitch!" Kyle grunted, his passion gathering in his balls, then he erupted into her sweet cunt. "Dirty...fucking...bitch!"

"Is that what I am now?" Carla asked after he pulled out, her pussy dripping with his cum.

"You wanted to be my concubine, right?"

She nodded her head. "I've always fantasized about being treated this way. I just..."

"Never thought it would happen?"

"Yeah." She swallowed, licking her piss and pussy stained lips. "I'm your dirty bitch."

"I want you to tell everyone of your friends how I treated you behind the bleachers and how much you loved it!"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fatima found third period gym to be her new favorite subject. Aaliyah had turned her on to girls in a big way, and she had quite the feast when she walked in and saw her fellow Freshmen undressing. Every girl was different. Some had the tiniest breasts, and others were developing quite nicely, jiggling as they moved about. And their nipples! None were the same. Small, pink ones. Thick, dark ones. Fat, dusky ones.

Her mouth watered.

"What are you looking at?" Ann asked her. Ann was one of her many friends. Fatima had grown a clique of girls since starting college. Some, like strawberry-blonde Ann, were her friends from Rogers High School, deciding to go to a local school, and others she had met at the beginning of the school year.

"Girls," Fatima grinned, then fixed her eyes on Ann's bare tits. They were so cute, perky, and topped with mauve nipples. They were bigger than her own little mosquito bites.