The Battered Lamp

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 sister and his second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear). She lies in a magical coma.

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 succubus who's kills men she has vaginal intercourse with. 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.

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. 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.

Phillipa (Jade):

Half-Korean member of the coven. Captured and dominated by Britney.

Enemies

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.

Other Characters

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.

Concubine Passion

Thursday, January 23rd -- SeaTac International Airport, Washington

"Now boarding Air Canada flight 343 to Vancouver, Canada," the gate attendant announced.

Fumi stood up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Today had been so long. She had nearly froze to death lying in the snow waiting for the Native American spirit Niqualmie to appear.

Yukishojou-no-onsen,

was the spirit's answer, a hot spring in her native Hokkaido, the northern most of the main islands of Japan.

She had driven straight from Mount Rainier to SeaTac Airport and bought a ticket on the earliest flight that would get her to Hokkaido with her mother's credit card. She had a short flight to Vancouver, a two-and-a-half layover, then the ten-and-a-half-hour flight to Tokyo. Then an even longer layover--nearly five hours--before she would catch a flight to Sapporo, Hokkaido. And then she would still have to find the Hot Spring of the Snow Maiden.

She was pleased with the name, finding it appropriate since she was a Yuki-onna--a snow woman.

Fumi found her seat closing her eyes and falling asleep before the plane even took off. She dreamed of Kyle holding her and kissing her, together finally. Such a sweet dream and over all too soon when the flight attendant shook her shoulder, rousing her.

"We'll be landing in a few minutes," she told Fumi.

Fumi wiped her eyes, and leaned back, yawning as the plane began its descent into Vancouver. She always hated this part. Her heart beat faster and her stomach felt like it was up in her throat. She pointedly did not look out the window as the plane descended. The tires squealed, the plane rushed to a stop, and relief flooded her.

Her layover in Vancouver was boring. She wanted to go back to sleep, but was afraid she'd miss her connecting flight to Tokyo. It was a red eye flight that didn't leave until nearly midnight. She struggled to stay awake, to fight the fatigue that weighed down her body. But her eyes succumbed, and she slipped into sleep

She dreamed of Fatima running from a great shadow, terror painted on her face. She seemed to be running in circles, pausing at the same point, thinking she had escaped the horror haunting her, only for the shadow to reappear and send her scurrying again. Then she witnessed Christy walking down a rainbow path surrounded by shimmering and wavering trees, clutching golden hope to her chest while a woman with hatred burning in her eyes waited for Christy at the end of the path.

The dream changed to Kyle brooding at his college, Aaliyah leaning against him, supporting him, while a shadowy man watched them both. Kyle's mother knelt at the shadow's dark feet, a knife at her throat. The dream shifted and she watched herself stumbling blind down a mountain path while a woman clothed in fire stalked her like a hungry wolf.

Someone was shaking her and she snapped up. A handsome man smiled at her, the troubling dream fading from her mind. "They're boarding the plane to Tokyo."

"Oh, thanks," Fumi said, flushing at the sight of him. He was handsome. Her hungers reawakened, hardening her nipples and clit. She needed cum to satiate her desires. A nice cock plunging into her pussy, spraying her with life-giving cum while--

She shuddered, coming fully awake.

I need to keep my desires in check. Only blowjobs. Anything else would be wrong.

She wasn't a murderer, no matter how much her pussy burned for cum. She would just have to settle for sucking some guy off. And soon, she would never make it on the long flight to Tokyo without some fresh cum to satiate her needs.

The handsome man sat a few seats behind her, his face broad and chiseled with dark, brooding eyes and large, strong hands that would feel amazing wrapped around her body as his cock drove into her--

No, just a blowjob, Fumi!

She could smell the scent of lily, her hormones, wafting from her sex, attracting any man's attention stoking his desires. She glanced back at him, flashing him a smile down the aisle. A grin played on his lips and his dark eyes gleamed.

The engines roared, building and building, then the plane shot forward, lifting off into the air. Fumi pressed her thighs together trying to relieve some of the ache. The plane shook, her seat vibrating, and she let out a sigh, closing her eyes and letting the turbulence send shivers through her. The plane couldn't reach its cruising altitude fast enough.

A ding rang through the plane. "The captain has turned off the fasten seat belt sign," a flight attendant announced.

She stood up, walking to the lavatories at the rear of the plane, giving the handsome man a smoky glance and letting her fingers brush his hand. His nostrils flared, taking a deep whiff of the Yuki-onna's pheromones. Fumi kept walking back, putting a little sway to her hips. She could feel his eyes looking back at her, and sensed his growing lust, his cock turgid, driving any thought from his mind but finding satisfaction with the succubus.

Fumi paused at the door, throwing him a last sultry glance before she disappeared into the lavatory. Her pussy soaked her panties as she waited for the stranger, sitting on the aluminum toilet, squeezing her thighs.

"Come on," she moaned, her body aching for cum.

She tapped her finger on her chin with impatience.

"What is wrong with this guy?" She sighed, pressing a hand between her thighs and rubbing her pussy through her pants. "Maybe I didn't give him a strong enough dose." She took a deep breath, inhaling her lily-scented pheromones. "No. He should be banging on the door right--"

He banged on the door. She opened it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said. "We have to hurry. My wife just fell asleep."

Fumi rubbed his crotch--his cock was hard.

The zipper rasped and he groaned as her hand fished him out. Her mouth watered; he was pink and throbbing, a drop of precum glinting on the tip. She could smell the salt, smell what she needed.

Her mouth engulfed him.

"Shit," he grunted, leavening against the door. "Holy shit. What kinda slut are you?"

Her cheeks burned with humiliation. But she didn't have to be this way. That was the point of this trip. If she could be with Kyle, then she wouldn't need to blow strange men in an airplane's toilet. Even if she enjoyed the feel of it, the way his hands grabbed her face, holding her head as his hips thrust his thick shaft into her mouth.

"That's it, slut. Suck my cock."

Her pussy burned, growing more and more wet as she tasted his precum. Her mouth sucked and she moaned as her passion spilled through her. She slid her hands up his thighs, squeezing him as her passion grew more and more intense.

"Shit."

His balls slapped her chin as his cock shoved down her throat. More of his precum leaked into her mouth, whetting the girl's appetite for the main course. His fingers squeezed on her head, his hips thrusting faster.

"Whore."

Salt squirted into Fumi's mouth.

"Take it, slut. Drink my cum."

Fumi swallowed, wonderful life flooding her. She came.

Her howls of rapture were muffled by his thick cock flooding more and more cum. She swallowed, savoring the taste and energy that suffused her body. Her panties were soaked as her lust flooded out of her pussy. She shivered and shuddered and pretended it was Kyle cumming in her lips.

The man fucked her mouth one last time. "What a little slut," he grunted, pulling his softening cock from her lips, zipping up. "Shit. I need to get back to my wife."

Fumi didn't answer. She licked her lips, savoring the last traces of salty energy, a smile on her lips. That would tide her over to Japan.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Friday, January 24th -- South Hill

The media was waiting outside of Kyle's house when he and his concubines stepped out, ready for college. Kyle blinked in surprise at the waiting cameras and reporters parked on the street, rushing up the driveway to him.

"Are you Kyle Unmei?" a female reporter asked.

"Eh, yeah," he frowned, bright lights shining in his eyes. Aaliyah clutched his arm, trembling.

"Your wife, Christy Leonardson, is listed as missing. Do you have any idea where she is?"

"No," he answered, swallowing. "She, uh, left on Wednesday after we had a fight. I haven't seen her since."

"A teacher and three students from your college were murdered on Wednesday evening, and your wife and two other students went missing the same night. Is that just a coincidence?"

"I guess."

"You don't seem that concerned."

"He is very concerned," Aaliyah bristled. "Christy left after heated words and we're all very worried."

"Yeah," Chyna added, stepping up alongside him.

"I don't know what happened out in Graham, and I don't see what that has to do with Christy's disappearance?" Kyle lied, his face flushed. "We have to get to college."

"Kyle, I have a source that says your girlfriend, the dead, and the missing were all a part of the same book club and that there are rumors of--"

"I'm going to school!" Kyle barked. "You're on private property. Get off of it and get out of our way!"

He wanted to wish them all away, but Kyle was fairly certain that wouldn't work. He walked forward, pushing past one of the cameraman, his women following. He cleared a path to the SUV. They all piled into the back of the Shannon's vehicle. The reporters called his name out, banging on the windows as Shannon backed the vehicle up.

"Vultures," snorted Toni. "If they only knew."

"And we won't tell anyone, right?" Kyle said, eyeing his concubines. "Christy ran off. I was home with you. End of story."

"Of course, Master," Shannon said.

"It'll stay in the harem," Carla assured him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"What can I do for you, detective?" Dean Burke asked, rising up from his desk.

"I'm going to need to interview a few of your students," Detective Donnar said, striding to the desk.

"Oh. Is this about those poor girls and Ms. Franklin?"

"I'm afraid so," Donnar said, studying the man. The Dean's face was full of grieving concern, but there had been a moment when the detective had thought he saw something...darker.

"Such a loss," Burke muttered. "The entire school's mourning them. Ms. Franklin was quite a popular professor."

"I just need to talk to them, get some background on their book club, and try and figure out what's happened to the three missing young women."

"Or course, officer, I'm more than happy to help." A friendly smile crossed the distinguished man's face. "I want to bring justice to Ms. Franklin and those poor girls."

"Good, I'm glad I have your cooperation, Dean Burke."

They clasped hands and Detective Donnar was surprised by Burke's firm grip.

"So, which students do you need to interview?"

"Let's start with Kyle Unmei."

The Dean's face twitched slightly and the Detective leaned in. "You reacted to his name. Why?"

"Am I being interviewed?" laughed the Dean. "Kyle had been a great student, but on Monday he was caught in an inappropriate situation on campus."

"Oh?"

"He was found with Alexina, one of his concubines, engaging in a sex act inside our main educational building. He had been a model student before that, but I'm afraid his hormones got the best of him and Miss Alexina."

"And did his wife, Christy, have any problems with Kyle having multiple concubines?"

"As I understood, she was excited to become his third wife."

"So there was no friction between the two?"

"Not that I know of." The Dean swallowed. "You don't think Kyle involved in this?"

Yes, I do. I think the kid is neck deep in it. Why else would his car's license plate be found at the crime scene?

"Of course not. But he is married to one of the missing girls, and he might know something about what they were doing out at that cabin or the whereabouts of Christy."

"Well, you can use my office if you'd like, Detective, and I'll have Kyle sent to you."

"Thank you."

The Dean stood up. "Well, I'll see he's fetched."

Detective Donnar pulled out his notepad and a tape recorder and put a friendly smile on his face. This was just a simple interview. The only piece of evidence he had connecting Kyle to the crimes was the license plate to his missing car. It was definitely incriminating, but it wasn't enough. A good lawyer would just argue his car was stolen, perhaps by the missing Christy whom Kyle claimed had ran off. So he would treat Kyle merely as a witness, and see if the young man wouldn't dig his own grave without realizing it.

The door opened. The Detective recognized Kyle from his driver's license photo. He had an unusual heritage, half-Japanese and half-Arab, his dark-olive skin seemed flushed and his almond-shaped eyes shifted.

"Thank you for coming," Detective Donnar said. "I really appreciate you helping with the search for your missing wife."

"You still haven't found her?" he asked, walking around the desk to sit across from him.

"Afraid not." The Detective glanced down at his shoes, noting the brand. The same brand as the larger of the footprints they found in the torn up mud at the cabin. Another circumstantial piece of evidence, but if you had enough of those, someone would look very guilty before a jury.

Kyle sat down, dropping his backpack on the floor, then he grasped his hands, rubbing them together. "What can I tell you? I want Christy to be found and try and work things out with her."

"One sec." He turned on the recorder. "This is Detective Donnar, Pierce County Sheriff's Department, Major Crime Unit, interviewing Kyle Unmei, January 24th, 2014 at, uh, 10:36 AM. When was the last time you saw Christy?"

"Two days ago."

"That would be Wednesday, the 22nd?"

Kyle nodded.

"Could you say yes, for the recording."

"Sorry. Yeah. We, uh, had a fight. She..." His eyes looked to the left. "She drove off in her car. I thought she was driving down to her parents in California. But she never arrived. So I don't know where she went."

That's not the story he told Christy's mom.

Donnar had to fight not to smile. "What did you fight about?"

"My other wife, Aaliyah. Christy was...jealous of her." Kyle sighed, his face twisting. "I thought Christy was okay with it, but I was wrong."

"You sound angry."

"We said, um, hurtful things. It wasn't a pretty fight." He leaned forward, squeezing his hands together. "I just want her to come back. But, I guess, she needs to work somethings out."

"And what did you know about her book club?"

"They're the ones who are dead?"

"Some of them. The other three members, including your wife, are all missing. Do you know what they were discussing in this club?"

"What they were discussing?" Kyle shook his head. "Eh, not really. Books, I guess. She never talked about it."

"And did Christy ever tell you about where they met?"

"At Ms. Franklin's house," the young man growled, his fist clenching as his face warred to keep his anger hidden.

Has Kyle seen the photos? Did he know the sexual relationship his wife had with her professor?

"Nowhere else? Like any house out in Graham?"

"No. She never told me about the log cabin."

The Detective hid his smile. No one outside the investigation knew it was a log cabin and it wasn't out in the media. "Are you sure you've never taken Christy out there?" He needed Kyle to be a hundred percent clear so he couldn't have room to wiggle out of it when it came to trial. "Maybe you didn't realize it was for book club?"

"Naw. I've never taken her to any place out in Graham."

"So, after the fight, what did you do?"

"Stayed home. Fooled around with my wives and concubines. They'll all confirm it. It was when Fatima fell sick that I realized my car was stolen."

Were Aaliyah and his concubines involved? There were five unidentified, female footprints that didn't belong to the victims. And his second wife is in the hospital, admitted the same night. Was she actually injured out at the cabin?

"I'll need to speak to them. Maybe one of them knows something more about your wife."

"I doubt it," Kyle answered, his fist clenching. "But you can talk to them."

So possessive. Could that be his motivation? Did he find out that his wife was cheating on him with her book club? But what about the bears? Why were they killed? And what tore up the ground in front of the cabin?

The more he investigated, the more questions this case generated.

But he was certain that Kyle was at the heart of it all. He didn't know the full picture, but he would, and he'd see that Kyle spent every last day in prison for the deaths of those women.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kyle had a spring in his step as he left the Dean's office. He had been terrified when he learned that a police officer wanted to speak to him, positive he was about to be arrested for the mess out at the cabin. Instead, the detective just wanted to learn what Kyle knew about Christy's disappearance. Which wasn't much.

Some of Kyle's mood disappeared. He hoped Christy was able to find whatever she was searching. But it wasn't enough to weigh him down the relief he felt knowing the cops didn't suspect his involvement in the mess at the cabin. He didn't regret what had happened--the witches had kidnapped his wife and had tried to kill them when they had showed up to rescue her.