The Battered Lamp Ch. 15

Kyle cheered as Carla and the other Ram cheerleaders came out, cheering loud and shaking their pompoms, getting the home team crowd riled up as the girls' basketball team took to the court. Alexina and Teleisia were in the middle of the group of girls, dressed in their dark-blue shorts and gray jersey. Such tight shorts, showing off their fine legs.

"Mmm," purred Lois. "I love watching basketball."

"And those shorts," Kyle added.

"Definitely. They make me so wet."

"Oh, yes. I've definitely come to appreciate the sight of a nice pair of legs," Ms. Capello purred, leaning back and resting her head on his hard cock. "I'm a bad teacher for lusting after my students."

"The worst," he grinned at her, stroking her honey-brown hair and gazing down her low-cut blouse at those amazing tits he loved.

"You're a wicked professor," giggled Chyna, her fingers playing across Ms. Capello's cleavage.

"The game's about to start," Lois pointed out. "And I can't wait to see all those naked girls."

"You are a perfect concubine," Kyle smiled and gave her a kiss.

Lois laughed, "And you're not a bad husband, for a guy."

"Aaliyah. I wish for the girls' basketball players and the cheerleaders to be naked for my enjoyment."

"Done."

In a blink of an eye, the uniforms vanished off the cheerleaders as they pranced, their suddenly exposed breasts bouncing and their naked rears shaking. The girls were racing around the court, their sneakers squeaking and their breasts jiggling as Alexina drove to across the court and jumped, clad only in her blonde hair, making a basket. A gasp went through the crowd, followed by a lot of cheering from the men.

"Aaliyah, I wish that everyone finds it completely normal."

"Done."

The outraged gasps shouted, but the appreciative cheers continued. He could see a number of fathers watching the game with a certain amount of interest, their eyes fixed on their daughters' bouncing breasts and gorgeous asses. Kyle's own cock swelled as he enjoyed the sight of all that naked, female flesh. Cameras flashed as the school's newspaper documenting the game, preserving the record of such an intense match forever.

"Aaliyah, I wish that everyone in the gym to have their libido increased."

"Done," she purred, pressing against him.

The blood seemed to boil through Kyle's veins, pounding faster and faster. All his concubines let out little moans, and they wiggled in their seats as their sex drives shot up. Kayleah pressed against Carla, then his sister's concubine kissed her.

Kyle smiled, pulling out the Panacea and concentrated on it, using his aura to manipulate it like he would his sword. The gem flared, drinking in the growing lust.

He looked at the court. Toni was in the midst of a cheer, her tiny breasts barely jiggling as she jumped up and down. Then she grasped Livia's--a gorgeous, strawberry-blonde with a pair of big tits--waist, her hands sliding up to grasp her melons, shaking them like a pair of pompoms at the crowd--a great cheer erupted from the audience.

On the court, Alexina was guarding a Hispanic girl with a nice pair of tits bouncing about. Her hands grasped the Hispanic girl's ass, squeezing as she pressed her round tits against her back. The Hispanic girl froze, then Kyle saw her ass wiggling, pressing back into Alexina's grip. The Hispanic girl's head turned and kissed Alexina over her shoulder.

Teleisia made her move on the court, aggressively grabbing a shorter, White girl on the Puyallup team, hooking her leg, and pulling the redhead to the floor, falling upon her and kissing her with passion. She humped her pussy into the other girl's cunt.

"That's it," Kyle smiled, feeling the Panacea absorb the lust.

The other girls on the basketball court froze, watching the two young women trib, their chests heaving and their thighs pressing together. Alexina slid to her knees, spreading the Hispanic girl's asscheeks, and burying her face in between those tan cheeks, tonguing the player's ass.

"Girls!" Coach Marshal yelled, the dusky, Mediterranean woman pressing onto the basketball court.

"I wish she was naked," Kyle smiled.

Done!

The clothes vanished off the beautiful coach, exposing her large, dusky beasts and a shaved pussy. Two of the girls suddenly fell on her, kissing and licking, and the dam broke. The basketball court descended into an orgy of female flesh as the cheerleaders joined in. Kyle's cock ached as he watched the debauchery. The crowd grew more raucous as their increased libidos pumped lust through their veins.

But the crowd only watched. A spark needed to be struck. They were just so close. He wondered what he could do as Ms. Capello freed his cock, her mouth sucking his dick into her lips. Faces were flushed and he could see that the entire crowd was on the verge of breaking into an orgy.

They needed a nudge.

"I wish for everyone to be a little hornier."

"Done."

Like a wave of lust, the crowd groaned and clothes flew off. Kyle leaned back, grunts and moans washing over him as parents, students, and professor lost their self-control and fell into each other in a sea of flesh writhing in the stands. He glanced to his right and smiled as Iseul--a pixyish, Korean classmate--had her dad sucking on one tit and her mother on the other, their hands shoving into her pants, the entire family getting into the new school activity.

Ms. Capella's skilled mouth worked her magic, pleasure roaring through him as his cock slid in and out of her wet, sucking tunnel, plunging down her tight throat. His concubines were all naked, Shannon between Aaliyah's thighs, the MILF tonguing his wife like there was no tomorrow, Aaliyah's round, dusky breasts heaving. Lori was locked in a kiss with Billie, a green-eyed classmate with a pair of big tits that Lori's caramel hands kneaded.

"Shit," Kyle groaned, his balls tightening, and then he was erupting right down Ms. Capello's hungry mouth.

"Oh, thank you," she purred when her mouth popped off his cock. She turned her head, grasping sweet Ann's face and shoving a cum-covered tongue into the Freshman's lips.

Kyle stood up, his cock thrusting before him, the Panacea clutched in his hands, growing brighter, and looked around for someone to fuck. Behind him, Darleen Wyatt from his English class was bouncing on the cock of an older man while a woman that looked like a more mature, ripened version of his classmate, gaped in surprise.

"Oh, yes! Fuck my pussy," Darleen moaned. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long, Dad."

Kyle brandished his cock at her. The woman glanced at her husband and daughter writhing like a pair of horny minxes, lust and indecision warring on her face, then her eyes flicked back to Kyle's cock. "Come get me, big boy," she purred like a cougar, spreading her legs. Her panties were missing, and a neatly trimmed, black bush beckoned. "Momma wants to devour you."

Kyle climbed up the bleachers to her, leaning over her and shoving his cock into her wet, hot depths. Her thighs wrapped around his cock, her hips humping hard and fierce, bucking against him, while her pussy squeezed around his plunging dick with a hot, velvet grip.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Oh, yes. I haven't had such a young stud in years."

"Oh, Momma!" gasped Darleen beside them, her head resting on her dad's shoulders as she worked her hips. "You're letting Kyle fuck you."

"You're one to talk, Missy!" she groaned. "That's your dad you're fucking!"

"I know!" She groaned. "Oh, Daddy! I've been wantin' to fuck you so long!"

"Shit, shit, shit!" her dad gasped as she writhed on him, his head thrown back.

Kyle watched their incestuous coupling as he nailed Darleen's mother. Her father slid his hands underneath her top, squeezing her round breasts as she fucked him. Her face twisted, and she leaned back from him, holding onto his neck as she just slammed herself up and down on his cock, her black hair hanging behind her.

"Yes, yes, yes, Daddy," she howled. "Gonna cum! Oh, my god! I'm cummin' on my daddy's big dick!"

"Darleen," gasped the dad. "Holy shit! So tight. That's A plus pussy!"

"Cum in me, Daddy!"

"Shit!"

Kyle watched Darleen slam down on her dad, his face twisted as he grunted. The mom's legs tightened around Kyle's waist, and her fingernails clawed at his shirt as her hips humped him faster. Her eyes locked on her husband and daughter's incestuous climax.

"Did you just cum in your student?"

"Yes," he groaned. "Fuck, yes!"

"That's so wrong," the mom panted. "Oh, my god. You're violating our daughter's cunt. Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!"

Her pussy went wild around Kyle's cock, writhing, bringing him closer and closer to heaven. He pounded her harder, glancing at the Panacea still clutched in his hand, its brilliance absorbing the lust from her orgasm.

"Cum in my mom," Darleen groaned, sliding off her dad. "I want to lick your cum out of my mom's pussy while daddy fucks my pussy again!"

Kyle pumped faster, his balls boiling. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted. "Here it comes! Take my spunk!" He buried into the mom, his balls erupting and spraying her pussy with his big load.

"Shit, shit!" gasped the mom. "That's it, stud!" She gave a shuddering sigh. "I haven't been fucked that well in years."

Kyle pulled out of her, smiling at the puddle of cum leaking out of her well fucked pussy. Her daughter fell on her cunt, licking it up while the mom moaned and cooed. The father shoved his cock into Darleen's pussy again, pounding her hard.

"Come on, my love," Aaliyah smiled, beckoning to him. She stood naked nearby, holding out her hand to him.

He stepped down the bleachers and Aaliyah pushed him down onto the seat. She licked his cock, cleaning up the MILF's pussy juices. She smacked her lips, loving the flavor, then she grasped both her breasts and wrapped them around Kyle's cock.

He groaned, loving her dusky orbs pressed on other side of his throbbing shaft. She didn't have Chyna's big, pillowy tits that could engulf his cock, but she had enough to rub up and down on him, stroking him with her silky softness.

"That's it," he groaned, leaning back.

Chyna slipped next to him, pressing those lovely, big tits into his side as she nuzzled at his neck. "Is Mistress pleasing you?"

"So much," Kyle groaned.

Aaliyah beamed at him, her dark eyes flashing as she knelt before him. Shannon was behind Aaliyah, tonguing her pussy as she rubbed her tits up and down Kyle's cock. Chyna nuzzled at his ear, her breath hot.

"Cum on my tits, my love," Aaliyah purred, sliding them up and down faster, her nipples hard and brushing his stomach. "Cover me with your seed."

"Gladly," he groaned.

His balls tightened as she slid her tits up and down faster. She was so beautiful. She gasped and shuddered as she came on Shannon's lips, moaning like a lovely songbird, squeezing her dark eyes shut.

"So fucking hot," he grunted and spilled his white cum on her dusky tits.

"What a stud, Master," purred Chyna.

"Yeah," he groaned as Aaliyah squeezed the last of his cum on to her tits.

"Did you enjoy that, my love?" she asked, looking so enchanting as she dripped his cum.

"Yeah."

She stood up, holding her hand out to him, his cum running down her body. "Look at those cheerleaders. Let's join them and spread some cheer."

He took his wife's hand, smiling at her as she led them down the orgy of writhing flesh to the basketball court. Toni was in the heart of a Rogers Rams cheerleader orgy, and she pulled him down into the press of feminine flesh.

Kyle had no idea who was touching him, kissing him, sucking him. His cock was engulfed by a woman's mouth, then a hot cunt was pumping on him. His face was buried into a hairy muff, his tongue licking the unknown cheerleader's delights. The coed on his cock squealed as she came, his cock erupting into her depths. She pulled off and an even tighter hole squeezed down on him--someone's ass.

He tongued harder at the pussy riding his face, his tongue working into her spicy depths. Her hips bucked, smearing her pussy on his face, and then she slid off of him and he had the briefest glimpse of Aaliyah being licked by three girls before Toni's mouth sealed on his, sharing the flavor of her cheer mate

And the Panacea grew brighter and brighter until it almost burned in his hand, absorbing all the lust and brimming with the power to save his sister. His cock erupted into the unknown cheerleader's ass, and he collapsed, almost passing out as the insatiable cheerleaders licked and sucked his body, pressing their breasts and hot cunts against his body.

It was the best college sporting event Kyle had ever been to.

"I wish everything went back to normal," Kyle panted once he had been fully satiated.

There was a very confused group of cheerleaders when they discovered they were all in a pile and Kyle and Aaliyah were with them. The crowd was confused as well, as many people wondered how they had moved from their seats. The game clock was over and Rogers had won the game by a score of 7 to 3, the lowest scoring game of basketball in their college's history.

Kyle knew it was for the best that no one remembered the orgy. He did wish for the only copy of the recording to be downloaded onto his computer so he and his concubines could enjoy it. They all remembered, and Toni beamed. "I ate all my teammates' pussies. Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome," Kyle told her as they rode back home. For once, there was no impromptu orgy in the back of Shannon's expanded SUV. They were all worn out but happy.

His mom was wearing a bathrobe and making a snack in the kitchen when they trooped in. "How was the game?" she smiled.

"We won," giggled Teleisia.

"That's good," she absently answered.

"It was the best game of basketball I ever watched," purred Lori. "So much bouncing."

Toni laughed, and flipped up her cheerleading top and jumped up and down, her tits bouncing at Lori.

"Put those away," his mom snapped. "Save that for your bedroom."

"Sorry, Mother," Toni flushed, shoving her top back down her tits.

"What's glowing in your pocket?" his mom asked him, frowning.

He glanced down at his coat pocket and saw that the Panacea's light was bleeding through the dark fabric. He pulled the gem out, setting it on the counter. "I'm going to fix Fatima with this."

"Oh, how?" she asked, hope in her eyes.

"Well, I'll need your help."

His mom caught his eyes, her dark pools full of desperation. "What? I'll do anything."

"You sure about that?"

"Yes!" Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her breasts. "Anything. What do I have to do?"

"We have to...eh...fuck."

Her arms froze. "What?"

"Our essences have to mingle," he told her. "We need to make love."

She pulled back, staring at him with horror. "Is this a joke?"

"It is not, Mother," Aaliyah said. "You and Kyle are the closest to Fatima. You are the Mother, he is the Husband. Your essences are needed to give her the weapon to free herself from the spell."

She chewed her lip. "I..." She swallowed. "I can't... That's so wrong."

"It's the only way, Mom." He reached out to touch her, but she knocked his arm away. "Please."

"I need to get out of here," she whispered, hysteria teasing at the edges of her words. She backed away. "I'm your mother. That's so wrong!."

"It's for Fatima."

Indecision played on her face, then she fled the kitchen.

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Sunday, January 26th -- Kamifurano

Fumi gasped and moaned as Ando pumped her ass with his big cock. He was insatiable, fucking her for the last few hours. When the farmer had dropped her off in mountain village of Kamifurano, she had easily found a hotel room. A few, well placed eye flutters and a bit of her pheromones, and the handsome, young man had jumped at the chance to take her back to his hotel room.

And his cock just seemed to keep going. Not that she was complaining, Fumi had absorbed so much cum. She was going to have all the energy she needed to walk through the snowy mountainside to reach Yukishojou-no-onsen in the morning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunted as his cock stabbed into her ass over and over. "Take it, whore."

"So big," she moaned. "Give me all your cum, stud. Stir my ass up!"

She squeezed the covers, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. She was so close to cumming, the bed squeaking as his cock easily slid through her cum-filled ass. She was beginning to think this guy had popped a Viagra to keep going.

"Cum in me," she moaned. "I need it so bad!"

His thrust grew harder, pounding her, and his breath came in ragged gasps into her ear. He nipped her ear, sucking and nibbling. She could almost sense his cum about to boil out of his balls and flood her ass, one last meal, and then she could hopefully get some sleep. His cock stabbed into her, balls slamming against his taint, and he erupted.

She came.

Her ass squeezed down on his cock as she absorbed his cum, gasping and squealing. She imagined it was Kyle cumming in her, loving her, as her body spasmed and her vision fuzzed. She was so close to being with him without any fear of killing him. "Kyle!" she purred. "Kyle!"

"What a slut," laughed the man, rolling off of her. He stood up, grabbing his pants. "I need to get some ice to cool off."

"Well, be quiet when you come back," Fumi said, burying her face into the pillows. "I need to sleep."

"I wore you out," he chuckled before slipping out the door.

"You did," she whispered, her eyes falling heavily as her orgasm bled out of her. She actually felt fully satiated for once. Her breathing slowed, and she succumbed to sleep, thinking about Kyle and how great it would be to make love to him, to feel him cum in her pussy and not die.

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Zaritha's inner fire kept her warm as the snow fell upon the Japanese town. The mortal girl's scent was thick here. She was in the motel, a seedy place. Zaritha's eyes locked on room 203. That's where the girl was. Zaritha flexed her fingers. "Now I just need my cat's-paw."

There were rules against killing a mortal. Laws had been laid down with the universe's creation and written upon the soul of the Hidden People that prohibited the murder of a mortal unless in self-defense. She could take steps to violate those Laws, but the cost...she shuddered. Zaritha did not want to become like those terrible servants of her true master--Rashid ibn al-Marid, Sultan of the Djinn.

A smile crept across her face. She may not be able to directly kill a mortal, but nothing said she couldn't get one mortal to kill another. Such a simple loophole to get around, she wondered why the rule existed to begin with.

It was after midnight, the sleepy, mountain town dead. Even the bars were closed. Maybe it was the snow storm, or maybe the town just had absolutely no night life. More snow fell about her, melting as it touched her skin. She was fire incarnated in flesh.

The slave bracers on her wrists itched, urging her to march straight into the little bitch's room and killing her outright. "I could always force her to kill herself," she mused, pressing her thighs together at the though. "I could make her march into the bathroom, punch the mirror and slash her wrist, bleeding out slowly and painfully on the bathroom floor."

She shivered--that sounded delicious.

And then I have to return to him...

Fear beat in her heart. She didn't want to do that. She wanted to hold off killing Fumi as long as possible. Zaritha didn't want to return to her Master and his cruel delights. Her body was still healing from the trauma he had already inflicted in the short time they had together. How much worse would it be if she was permanently with him?

The bracers itched worse, as if they could sense her treasonous thoughts. She couldn't hold off her obedience much longer. She had her orders. Fumi must die, and Zaritha must retrieve the artifact she carried. There was no other way but to march up there and force the little bitch to commit suicide.