Chapter 9: The Insight of the Rakshasa

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Tuesday, January 21st – South Hill, WA

Kyle had been concerned about Aaliyah all through kendo practice despite Christy's texts assuring him that she was just fine. He couldn't contact her at all during practice, sapping his concentration and keeping him from focusing on his kendo. His form was terrible tonight. And no matter how hard he tried to calm himself and stay grounded, he couldn't stop wondering why his genie wife was ignoring him.

What did I do to piss her off? Or was she really sleeping like Christy reported? After watching Fatima and Aaliyah fight this afternoon, Kyle was all too aware that with four loves, and a few concubines, he faced a potential landmine of angry women.

As soon as practice ended, Fumi found him, a shy smile on her round face, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with lust. "I need you," she whispered in his ear, her delightful perfume tickling his nose; his cock hardened in a blink of the eye and all his worry over Aaliyah was overwhelmed. "Let's slip off and find a cozy place so I can suck your cock, and drink your wonderful cum."

"Yeah," Kyle grinned, taking her hand and dragging her behind the building.

"I've missed you so much," she whispered, her hand reaching down to squeeze his cock. "Did you miss me?"

"I did," Kyle smiled. Then their lips met again and he moaned into her hot mouth as she unlaced his hakama, the wide-legged trousers worn in kendo, and fished his cock out. She broke the kiss, looking down at his cock in her hands, her dark eyes lighting up, color suffusing her delicate cheeks.

With a hungry moan, she fell to her knees and engulfed his cock.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned.

She smiled around his cock. She pulled her mouth off, and licked delicately at his tip, looking both cute and so sexy at the same time. He groaned, caressing her cheek. She bobbed her head, slow at first, then picking up speed. One hand cupped his balls, the other pumped his shaft. Her perfume—a sweet, lily aroma—filled the air, making his heart beat faster. That delicious scent permeated his body all the way to his balls.

"That's it. Suck my cock. God, your mouth is amazing, Fumi."

She moaned, her eyes looking up at him with such love.

He erupted into her hungry mouth. For a moment, her perfume overwhelmed him, bathing his senses. Then it faded as the last few drops of his cum were sucked into her mouth. She sighed, shuddering. Fumi always came when he flooded her mouth; she hungered for cum. His cum, another guys cum. He was certain that she had sucked off other guys since their date on Saturday.

He was okay with that. He felt her love, and he had his other wives and concubines.

She gave his cock a few licks, cleaning the last traces of spunk, then put him away and rose up. A few strands blue-black had escaped her tight braid, plastered to her pale face. He gently pushed them away, then kissed her softly on the lips.

"I'm looking forward to our date tomorrow," she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder when they broke the kiss. He enjoyed the feel of her against him.

Kyle shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. I don't have a car right now." His mother had taken away his car for the next two months because he had been caught fucking his concubine Alexina at school yesterday. Kyle had learned some of the limitations of Aaliyah's powers with that stunt.

"I can drive my father's car," Fumi offered.

"Good. I get home from school around three. Come by. There are some people I want you to meet." My wives and concubines. I hope you'll fit right in.

"Sure."

"Kyle!" Fatima shouted. "Stop cuddling with your girlfriend! Uncle Ethan's ready to go!"

"Okay!" He gave Fumi one last kiss. "I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Me either," she sighed.

The moment Fumi was gone, his worry for Aaliyah roared back. He needed to get home and find out what was wrong with his Genie. Maybe I was too lenient with Fatima. Aaliyah must have been hurt more than I thought. His sister bounced with excitement. I can't let Fatima get her way all the time. She needs to learn to think about other's feelings before she acts.

"We're going to sit down and talk to Aaliyah when we get home," Kyle said.

"Ohh, I love talking with her," she grinned, licking her lips.

"No, not that." His cock stirred at her grin. "I think she's still mad about what you did today."

"Oh, really? I thought I smoothed it out. I don't even get what's the big deal."

"You used her, Fatima. You took advantage of her good nature and I let you get away with it."

"Because you love me," she grinned, pressing against him.

"I'm serious. You have to think about what Aaliyah might feel or Christy."

"You're starting to sound like dad," she accused. "Always be good, don't do what you want."

"Do what you want, so long as it doesn't hurt someone you love, Fatima!"

She flinched at the gravel in his voice. "Wow. You're really angry about this."

"I think we both hurt Aaliyah really bad today. She's just good at hiding things and we didn't notice, but she's not answering me."

"Really?" Her eyes widened and her expression fell like a candle guttered by a sudden breeze. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I just got excited with Ann and Kayleah. They're both so cute and submissive. I didn't intend to make them my concubines. It just happened."

"I'm sure we can straighten this all out when we see her," Kyle smiled, touching her chin. "Okay."

The car stopped. Aaliyah was completely disoriented. They had thrown a black bag over her head and stuffed her into the cramped compartment of a car's trunk. Christy's treacherous gift—a gold and silver serpent biting its own tail—hung like a weight around her neck, freezing her body and absorbing her power. How did I miss it was an Ouroboros trap? Because I trusted Christy. The necklace acted like a magical circle, cutting off both control of her body and directing her powers back at her. So long as it was around her neck, she was helpless.

Fear writhed in her belly. Her new biology teacher, Ms. Franklin, had a hungry smile on her face when Christy captured her. Her nursemaid had filled her mind with tales of young Djinn lured to the mortal world and captured by evil sorcerers, forced to do their bidding or, worse, to be drained of their powers.

One of the few ways to end her existence.

Kyle will save me! Somehow! He loves me, and won't stand for my disappearance! she tried to send her thoughts to him, but her they were just reflected back at her by the necklace.

After what felt like hours, it was hard to judge time in the suffocating confines of the hood, the car stopped and the trunk opened. Hands, like talons, grabbed her arm, fingernails biting into her flesh, and hauled her out. More hands seized her. She wanted to struggle, but the amulet had robbed her body of any control. She could only scream and yell and hope that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.

None did.

The wind whooshed out of her lungs; a fist planted in to her stomach. She coughed and gasped, too stunned to scream for help as they hauled her, grunting and cursing. All she could hear were women's voices and gravel crunching beneath feet. Then they were climbing a few wooden stairs, a door creaked open, and she was dumped unceremoniously onto a hard floor.

She blinked when the bag was ripped off, bright light shining down on her. Ms. Franklin stared down at her, emerald eyes shining with greedy lust. Five other women—no, teens—stood around her. She recognized two of them from school. They all were naked except for pendants that hung between their breasts. Each girl wore a different stone: onyx, garnet, tourmaline, opal, and jade. Dangling between her teacher's breasts was a clear stone—celestite.

Aaliyah knew that sorcerers or wizards used gemstones as foci, matching the gem to the strength and color of their natural aura. If Ms. Franklin has a celestite aura, then she was very powerful. She looked around the room; the walls were made of hewn logs set atop each other and dark shapes lurked in the corners, massive and furred. They were some sort of familiars, beasts twisted to the service of a spell-caster.

Like the rat that had poked around the house last Thursday night.

"What do you want with me?" Aaliyah asked, keeping the fear out of her voice. She was the wife of Kyle Unmei the future Sultan of the Hidden People. She would not cower for these witches amusement.

"Your power," purred Ms. Franklin, ripping off the amulet.

Aaliyah could move again and tried to transform herself into a whirlwind of dust to escape. She couldn't.

"I want every last drop of that sea brimming inside you."

The teacher started chanting a prayer to the dark goddess Hecate. Light glowed around her, pure white, and Aaliyah realized she sat in a magic circle, a seven pointed star inscribed within its circumference. The light reached out from the circle and star, creeping towards her like slimy leaches. She flinched when the lights touched her skin and tried to sink into her flesh, hungry for her power.

She resisted, focusing her will to drive the silvery hands away. It was easy. For now.

Please, Kyle! Find me!

Christy trembled. I did it! Aaliyah is gone, and everything can go back to normal. Kyle would be home in any minute. He had sent her several text messages, worried about Aaliyah. She had lied to him, letting him think the Genie was sleeping.

She clutched the leaves of a maidenhair tree leaves in one hand and her amber pendant in the other. The broad leaves weren't necessary, but they helped to focus her spell. Kyle had a diamond aura, and she would need surprise and every bit of her strength to work the spell on him. She had already modified Kyle's mother and the six concubine's memory, erasing Aaliyah out of their thoughts. When Kyle and Fatima returned, she'd edit their memories as well. Kyle would be all hers, and Fatima would have her two concubines to keep her happy.

The front door burst open, Kyle stood there, his angular face twisted in worry. Fatima was right behind him, looking downcast for once, her normally bright fire burned down to coals. Christy didn't care what had soured the girl's mood; she had to act now.

"Great Goddess Hecate," she chanted, "let the ancient power of these leaves flood their minds and fog their memories." The leaves smoked in her hand, a sickly-sweet scent filled the hallway. Kyle and Fatima breathed in, their faces relaxing as she focused her will, modifying their memories, erasing Aaliyah and Fumi from their minds, and changing the relationship between Kyle and his sister.

"Christy," blinked Kyle. Then he smiled, and hugged her. "How's my cute wife doing?"

"Just fine," she breathed and kissed him.

Fatima made a disgusted noise. "You two shouldn't do that in front of such an impressionable youth like me!"

Kyle laughed. "You're one to talk the way you kiss Ann and Kayleah."

"That's different! When we kiss, it's beautiful and magical. But watching you two is like watching a pretty woman kissing a stone. Such a waste."

"Well you're ... uh ... scrawny," Kyle retorted lamely.

"Really? Scrawny? Is that the best you could do, big bro?" Fatima laughed. "I guess it's not just your face that's stone, but your mind, too!"

Christy caressed Kyle's face. "It maybe stony, but it's a handsome face. Like a marble statue carved by a Renaissance master."

"You have no taste, Christy! Let me spend five minutes kissing you. I'll make you so hot and bothered you'll forget all about my dense brother."

"Umm, he's dense in all the right places, Fatima!" Christy giggled.

His sister made a retching noise. "I don't need to picture my brother doing things with you."

Joy bubbled inside Christy. Her spell worked; Kyle and Fatima didn't think they were a couple, and Aaliyah and Fumi were completely forgotten. Kyle's heart was all hers again. "Come on, I want to feel every inch of your denseness in me!"

Kyle grinned, and pulled her up the stairs; Fatima's fake retching followed them. Kyle's concubines were lounging on the floor of his bedroom. She had decided to let Kyle keep the four ladies. She couldn't do anything about Chyna thanks to Ms. Franklin's spells, and she found it arousing having four women around that she could boss about.

"Master!" Chyna and her mother Shannon purred. They were naked and lounging against each other. The pair were quite affectionate, and it was so disturbingly hot watching the incestuous pair fuck. As hot as watching Kyle and his sister, a voice whispered inside her. She ignored that. It may have been hot watching them fuck, but Fatima was her rival for Kyle.

Alexina and Carla leaped to their feet. Carla took Kyle's kendo bag while Christy let the blonde Alexina start undressing her. It was sexy standing there as a naked, hot teen carefully removed every article of clothing while Kyle watched with hungry eyes. The concubine took liberties with her, nipping her nipples with her mouth, giving her asscheeks a squeeze, and taking a quick lick through her pussy.

"She tastes ready, Master," Alexina giggled, then took a second lick. Christy was very glad she decided to keep the concubines around. Kyle didn't love them, he just liked fucking them. And so do I.

While Alexina had stripped her, bleached-blonde Carla had undressed Kyle, and she had wasted no time in burying his cock into her mouth. "Making sure he's ready for you, Mistress," she giggled between bobs.

Kyle seemed ready to her, so she grabbed a handful of Carla's bleached hair and yanked her off his dick. Then she threw her arms around his solid body and kissed him. His muscles were stone against her soft skin, and she ran her hands up and down his yummy body. His rock-hard cock rubbed against her belly, streaking her with precum.

"I love you," she moaned as she pulled him down onto their bed.

His hand found her round tit, thumbing her nipple. "I love you, too!"

She kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She pulled him on top of her, spreading her thighs for him. She was wet, ready to be fucked. She didn't have to share him any longer with that damn Genie.

What are you doing, Christy? The memory of Aaliyah's fearful words reared up in her mind.

Don't think about her! You have Kyle! Don't think about what Ms. Franklin is doing to her! Ms. Franklin said it won't kill the Genie, just rob her of her annoying powers.

Kyle entered her; pleasure washed through her, drowning out the guilt.

She kissed him, writhing her body against him as he pumped in her. A furnace burned inside her, growing hotter and hotter as he plunged in and out of her. She gasped and panted, inhaled their musk. She was distantly aware of the concubines fucking each other, all her attention focused on Kyle.

Her Kyle.

She ran her hands along his muscular back, enjoying his muscles rippling beneath her fingers. His strong hands roamed her body, rolling her nipples, sliding along her hips, stroking her cheeks. His face hovered over hers, dark, almond-shaped eyes full of lust and love. She ran a hand up and cupped his stubbled cheek and ran fingers through his dark hair.

"I love you, Kyle!" she moaned

"Always!" he grunted. "I'll always love you!"

Her orgasm built, growing closer and stronger.

"Nothing could stop me loving you, Christy!"

She erupted. Her pussy spasmed on his cock, massaging him as she quaked in his strong arms. He drove harder and harder into her, his rock-hard shaft kept her orgasm shaking through her. She pulled him tight, moaning into his strong lips.

His passion exploded into her. Strong jets of cum flooded her pussy. Kyle pumped a few more times, then collapsed on her. His body pleasantly heavy on hers. Warm, strong, secure. She had nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about...

What are you doing, Christy?

Her body shook as the guilt came screaming back up inside her.

"What's wrong?" Kyle gasped. "Christy?"

She couldn't stop her tears. Kyle hugged her tighter. She sobbed into his neck. How could she tell him about her guilt. I sent one of your loves to have her powers drained, and wiped your mind because I'm a selfish bitch!

"Tell me, Christy?"

Tell him how you sent Aaliyah to her death!

But I didn't! They'll just steal her powers.

Right, because Ms. Franklin can be trusted.

She pushed down those dark thoughts, telling herself over and over that Aaliyah would just be a normal girl from now on. Kyle was all hers. She made this sacrifice, she could live with the consequences so long as she had him. Her tears dried up, and she clung to her love and let him stroke her dark hair and whisper his compassion into her ears.

Wednesday, January 22nd

Kyle woke up alone. That's not right. Where are Christy, Fatima, and Aaliyah?

He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and frowned. Who is Aaliyah? And why would my sister be in bed with us? "Christy," he murmured.

"Hey," she answered. He found her sitting on his computer chair wrapped in a blanket and staring out the window.

"What's wrong?" he asked her softly, stepping across the concubines sleeping on pillows on the floor.

"I just couldn't sleep," she answered. A soft, yellow light from a neighbors porch light lit her face up. She looked haggard.

"Did you get any sleep?" Kyle asked her.

She shrugged.

"C'mon. There's still an hour before we have to be up." He grabbed her hand and led her to the bed, pulling her down next to him. "I'll hold you, try to get some sleep."

She smiled wanly at him. He watched her lie there, her face relaxing as she slipped into sleep. She woke up gasping a few minutes later. Her face was pale, and he could feel the sweat breaking out of her body as she trembled.

"Shh, it was just a nightmare," he whispered to her.

"I'm sorry," she cried into his chest. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Christy. It's okay. The nightmare's gone."

"Aaliyah," she whispered. "I'm sorry, it had to be this way."

Who is Aaliyah? he wondered.

Aaliyah was growing weaker. It was getting harder and harder to fend off the silvery leaches. The witches worked the spell in turns, chanting, relieving each other every few hours. The Djinn was curled into a ball, hugging herself, and praying for Kyle to come and save her. He had to come. He loved her. He must be tearing the world apart to find her.

A silvery light tried to attach to her body. She concentrated her will, and forced it away. Another damned silvery appendage replaced it, and another, and another.

Hope was all that kept her going. Kyle will save me! She kept glancing at the door, hoping Kyle would burst in with Earthbones, the magical sword she had gifted him, and chastise these witches for daring to lay hands on the wife of such an important man!

But it had to be soon. Once her will failed, her powers would quickly be drained—and then her life would end. She would be nothing but dust blowing on the wind.

"Where is Aaliyah?" Britney asked as she set her lunch tray at the table. Kyle's best friend frowned, her green eyes questing about behind thick glasses, her body remained still, like the surface of a calm lake.

"Who?" Kyle asked. For a moment, a memory of a smiling, dusky skinned teenage girl appeared in his mind, then a sickly-sweet scent wafted it away. "Is she a new student?"

Britney fixed her emerald eyes on him, still as a forest pool. She inhaled deeply, "Maidenhair," she muttered. "And where is Christy?"

"At home," he answered. "She didn't sleep at all last night. She seemed ... scared about something. I don't know what. She wouldn't tell me."

"Of course." Britney sat down, her eyes becoming calm pools. "I should come over after school and make sure she is okay."

Kyle looked suspiciously at his friend. "I thought you didn't like Christy."

"It is not that I dislike her. It is that I am afraid she is going to hurt you."

"She'd never hurt me," he dismissed. "So why do you want to see her?"

"Aaliyah," Britney answered.

"Who is this Aaliyah?" he demanded. "Christy mentioned her name this morning."

But Britney ignored him, calmly eating her food while she read from a text book. Kyle sighed. Alexina set a green, plastic cafeteria tray in front of him loaded with food, while Carla plopped down on the other side of them. Looking miffed, Chyna sat down opposite from Kyle, then grinned and unbuttoned her blouse a bit, leaning over. Kyle's cock hardened as he looked at her ample tits almost falling out of her blouse.

Kyle wished he could fool around at school, but he couldn't afford to get caught again. That thought tugged at his memory. Yesterday he hadn't cared about getting caught when he had taken Carla behind the bleachers during gym and fucked her with... No, I fucked Carla alone, right?

Then why did he remember fucking Carla while she ate out someone's pussy. He strained, but all he could remember was a sickly-sweet scent wafting through his mind. No. It had to have been just the two of us. And it had been very risky. I can't take chances like that right now!

Kyle's resolved failed when he saw Toni Buckley walk by, her aura a light pink. Kyle tried not to think where his ability had come from, but for the last few days he could see women that desired to be dominated by a man. The more they wished it, the pinker their auras, and Toni really wished for it. She was also drop-dead gorgeous in her pleated blue-and-silver cheerleader's skirt and a blue, long-sleeved top with the schools mascot—a gray, charging ram—printed on the front. She had long, auburn hair caught in a ponytail, and flashing, green eyes.

"Alexina and Carla," he whispered, point at Toni. "Why don't you invite her to sit with me."

"Umm, she's scrumptious," purred Carla, toying with a lock of her reddish-brown hair.

"We'll get her, Master," Alexina giggled.

Britney looked up from her reading, and shook her head at Kyle.

"What?" he asked her.

"I promised your mother I would keep you out of trouble."

"Nothing's going to happen," he dismissed.

Alexina and Carla caught up to the cheerleader. Kyle didn't know what they said, but it involved a bit of giggling, and pointing at Kyle. Toni blushed, but didn't resist as the two concubines grabbed her arms and led the cheerleader to his table.

. "Hi," he smiled, patting the seat next to him.

"Hey, Kyle," she muttered.

She sat down; a sweet, fresh scent tickled his nose, and he leaned into her auburn hair and inhaled. A fruity shampoo. She squirmed, and he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her next to him.

"Aren't you just a hot piece of ass?" he asked.

She blushed more. "I guess," she whispered.

"I want to make you one of my concubines, would you like that?" he asked her.

She didn't answer, staring down at her food on her cafeteria tray.

He leaned in, and whispered into her ear, "I want you to take off your panties."

"Right here?"

"Right here, right now, slut."

Alexina giggled on the other side of Toni. "You should do what he says, or he'll spank you." She placed her hand on Toni's thigh. "I bet your ass will look so pretty after it's been spanked."

"He wouldn't really spank me?" Toni squeaked. "Right?"

"He would," Alexina answered, sliding her hand higher up Toni's thigh, disappearing beneath her skirt. "And we'd all watch and get so horny. So please, don't do what he says."

"And after he's done spanking you," Chyna purred, "we'd all kiss your red ass to make you feel better."