"I think we need to have ourselves a little lesbo lovefest!" Fatima declared, her own fingers finding Kayleah's pink nipples. "It's the best way to start the day."
"Yes, Mistress," sighed Kayleah.
"I'm your slave, Mistress," purred Ann, her finger tracing down Fatima's side to then slipped down to touch her Mistress's ass. "Whatever you want, I'll do."
"Aren't I lucky to have a pair of concubines like you?" Fatima grinned. Her skin felt on fire where Ann traced, the concubine's finger working down lower, grazing the cleft between her two asscheeks, teasing her.
"We live to please you," Kayleah moaned. "We love you, Mistress."
"And I love you both."
And Kyle and Aaliyah.
Fatima wondered where her husband and wife were. Why wasn't she in his bed?
Where am I?
Ann's finger wormed between her butt-cheeks, brushing her sphincters, electricity rushing through her. Then Kayleah's warm mouth engulfed her nipple, the concubine's tongue swirling about her nub between sucks, sending pleasure surging through her. Fatima gasped as Ann's finger pushed into her ass, working back and forth, adding more wonderful sensations to her body.
"You delightful sluts," Fatima moaned.
Kayleah switched nipples, sucking harder, her teeth grazing lightly, little nips. Fatima's body twitched with the quick stab of pain and pleasure. She stroked her bleached-blonde hair, delighting in the silky feel. Ann's finger pumped faster and then the wonderful concubine slipped a second finger into her ass, spreading her open, intensifying her pleasure.
Her hips shifted, pushing back into Ann's probing fingers. Her pussy was on fire, her two concubines igniting an inferno between her thighs and she needed it quenched. Her hand pressed on the top of Kayleah's head. The blonde knew what to do.
She kissed down Fatima's dusky body, licking her flat skin, teasing her belly button--Fatima squealed and giggled--then reached the sparse curls adorning her youthful pussy. Kayleah nuzzled Fatima's silky pubic hair, kissing her pudenda, and prolonging Fatima's wonderful agony.
"Lick me," moaned Fatima, the fires consuming her. "Eat me, slut!"
"Yes, Mistress," Kayleah purred, her hazel eyes flashing up to Fatima's. "I'm eager to please."
"Yes, you are," moaned Fatima as her concubine took her first lick through Fatima's burning pussy, gathering Fatima's dew. "So eager."
Fatima's dusky hands gripped her pale hair, running through the golden hair then pulling her deep into Fatima's pussy. Kayleah's tongue was limber, digging through her silky folds. The fires burning in the depths of her core, stoking the higher. Fatima shuddered, gasping and moaning, humping her cunt into Kayleah's lips as Anne fingered her ass harder, faster.
"Cum, Mistress," Ann moaned, licking her ear. "Let yourself go and cum on Kayleah's sweet lips."
"Yes! You delightful sluts. I love you both. You're mine."
"We are!"
Kayleah moaned, "Yes," then worked her tongue deeper, probing her depths and igniting every nerve her tongue came in contact with. The fires burned hotter, fueled by her concubines, tongue and fingers. It was about to consume her and leave only wonderful, ashy bliss behind.
Her concubine found her clit, sucking that sensitive bud into her mouth. The fire exploded into a storm, sweeping through her body. She screamed wordlessly, a loud, piercing shout that resounded through the room, through the world--a beacon of burning passion.
"Oh, yes," she groaned, the fires dying to wonderful embers.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Ann whispered, pulling her fingers out. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as the petite girl sucked her fingers dirty with Fatima's ass into her lips, savoring her Mistress's flavor.
Darkness grew over her shoulder, great shadowy eyes melting through the wall, looming over Ann's form. The eyes were part of a terrifying body, a horrible wound gaping in the shadow's stomach. Terror burned through Fatima and her heart pounding faster than a freight train.
She had to flee.
"No!" She shoved Kayleah's mouth off her pussy.
"What's wrong, Mistress?" Kayleah asked.
"That," Fatima screamed, pointing at the looming darkness. She could feel the malevolence of that shadow. Fatima had wronged it, wounded it.
"What?"
Ann looked behind her. "It's just the wall, Mistress."
"She's going to get me." Fear controlled Fatima. Nothing else mattered except fleeing from this shadowy presence.
"You're scaring me," wailed Ann.
Fatima was on her feet, crouching on the bed. The shadowy figure was so close, the eyes cold and hate-filled. Fatima had to flee. She turned and ran, the bedroom wall vanishing as she ran through it and burst onto an endless, dark plane. There was nothing but the shadow chasing her. Her feet slapped the bare, featureless ground, putting all her energy into her sprint, racing like a forest fire.
"Where am I?" she yelled. "What is going on?"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Saturday, January 25th -- South Hill
Kyle closed the door behind him and his wife. Fatima still had been the same--sleeping on her hospital bed. His mom was still by her side, but she planned on finally coming home tonight. Fatima was stable and breathing on her own, she just couldn't wake up. The doctors were baffled. Her brain was active. It was like she was stuck asleep, locked in a dream.
In a nightmare.
Ms. Franklin's last spell. He wanted to kill the bitch again.
Ann and Kayleah both looked sad as they marched upstairs. His sister's concubines had wanted to stay with their mistress, but Kyle's mom had insisted that they go home and do their schoolwork. "You need to keep concentrating on college. Fatima would have wanted you to keep your grades up," his mom had said.
Neither concubine had argued with their mother-in-law, though they both knew Fatima would never have said that.
With a sigh, Kyle plopped on the couch in the living room, staring at the black screen of the TV. Aaliyah snuggled up against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"What can we do about Fatima, Aaliyah?" he asked her, fed up with waiting. He wanted to do something to fix his wife. "What do you know about witchcraft?"
"Not much, I'm afraid, my husband," she answered. "It wasn't part of my education. We just have to wait on Britney to break Phillipa. Then we'll have some answers."
"I bet Christy would know."
Aaliyah shifted. "Maybe."
He pulled his cell phone out, scrolling through his phone book to Christy's number. He stared at it, his emotions boiling inside him. He should be angry at her. He
was
angry at her, but he also loved her. He couldn't help that. He missed her. She was a part of him. But her letter made it quite clear that she didn't want him contacting her.
His finger hovered over the screen, wanting to tap the green button. His finger didn't want to move.
What do I say to her? Should I ask her to come back? And what about Aaliyah. She had almost died because of Christy's betrayal.
His finger twitched, nearing the screen, then backed off. His stomached twisted, his heart beat faster, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Aaliyah touched his arm, her fingers cool, then they dug into his flesh, fingernails biting.
The doorbell rang.
The tension burst out of him. He had to answer the door. He could make the decision after dealing with the doorbell. He crossed the living room, walking up the white door. He could see the tops of heads through the frosted, crescent window on the top of the window--brown hair and strawberry-blonde.
He opened the door.
"Hi, we're here to share the joyous news with you," a bubbly brunette said, her back straightening, and Kyle enjoyed her rather generous breasts bouncing beneath her conservative, white blouse tucked into a dark skirt. Her companion, the strawberry-blonde, was a little taller, but still curvy in her matching, conservative dress.
Kyle's dick stood up.
"Come in," he smiled. "I'd love to hear about this joyous news."
A smile swept across Aaliyah's face. The brunette had a very pink aura, but her companion's aura was a strong red--not someone easily dominated.
What's the redhead in to, Aaliyah?
His wife's grin deepened.
She's very confused. She likes women, a, um, lesbian, but thinks it's wrong. A sin. Your time is so strange. It's so free and yet so repressed all at once.
Yeah. Humans don't make a lot of sense.
