Chapter 20: The Fiery Spear

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Tuesday, January 26th – The Spirit Realm

"How much longer do I have to walk?" Christy asked as she trudged through the strange, shimmering landscape of the spiritual realm. Nothing seemed real. Everything was blurry, like a watercolor portrait—bright colors smeared across the landscape.

Iris's flesh danced like a rainbow as she skipped and giggled alongside the witch. Christy no longer had to walk the path Iris had formed, Erinyes could no longer seek vengeance upon her for betraying Hecate. She had been claimed by Ishtar and served a far more benevolent goddess.

"How long did it take you to reach Ishtar?" Iris asked, cocking her head.

"I don't know," Christy shrugged.

"Exactly. Time, distance, those thing do not matter here. They are constructs of your reality. You will have to walk as long as it takes and not a step more

"Well, who made that rule?"

Iris blinked at her. "Rule? It is not a rule, it just is."

"It's frustrating. Kyle needs me. And I need him. Ishtar said so."

"And you'll get there when it is time for you to get there. Kyle will wait for you."

"Will he?" she asked, her fear and insecurities coming back. "Can he forgive me for what I did to Aaliyah? I couldn't even forgive myself."

"Ishtar forgave you."

Christy sighed. There was nothing to do but to keep walking and hope that whatever abstraction governs this realm decides she's walked enough.

Puyallup, WA

Aaliyah leaned against the doorway to Fatima's hospital room. Over a day had passed since Kyle had performed the ritual and there were still no changes. Nurse Mindy, his newest concubine bustled about Fatima's bed, making sure the young teen was comfortable while Kyle sat next to Fatima, holding her hand.

Kyle tried to hide his disappointment, but Aaliyah could see the cracks marring his stony expression.

"Be patient," Phillipa said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "Time moved differently in the Spirit Realm where she was trapped."

"Come back," Kyle whispered, bringing his sister-wife's hand up to his lips.

Aaliyah's heart broke for her husband.

"Mistress," Chyna said, sidling up to her.

The Djinn slipped her arm around the dusky-skinned concubine, pulling her tight. "Yes?"

"Toni and I had an idea to try and cheer Master up."

Aaliyah turned and looked into her hazel eyes. Kyle was lucky to have such a caring group of concubines. Her father's harem had been filled with plotting and jealousy, the wives and concubines forever vying for dominance. "What is it?"

"Well, can I make a wish if that wish will benefit Kyle?"

"Of course." Aaliyah smiled, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You're part of the harem."

Chyna's grin broadened.

Kyle barely noticed Toni's lips as she nuzzled at his neck. His cheerleader concubine was trying to cheer him up on the ride to school. But it was clear the Panacea hadn't worked. His sister either failed to defeat the nightmare, or he had done it wrong.

"She will wake up," Aaliyah said.

"Reading my thoughts again?"

"I didn't have to, my love. I can see your pain."

"Is it working?"

"It is," Phillipa, Britney's witch mate, assured him. She was cuddled on Britney's lap. "I could feel the Panacea's power pulsing through her aura. Just be patient, Kyle."

Normally, Kyle could be patient. Years of kendo and judo had grounded him, but he was just so tired of being separated from the women he loved. Shannon pulled her SUV before the school and Kyle and his concubines all piled out. Ms. Capella gave him a brief kiss before she hurried inside, while the other concubines all took a little longer to say their goodbyes.

As they walked through the school, his women peeled off to head to their first classes. He blinked when Toni turned, heading away from their Math class. "Toni?" he asked. "Where are you going?"

"Sorry, Master, I need to get ready for the pep rally in second period." She shrugged. "Guess I get out of math."

"Lucky you," Kyle muttered and continued on to class alone.

His passed his friend Corey, the pair nodding his head. Corey was trailed by the submissive Aleah, his girlfriend and sex slave. Kyle blinked as he watched Maricruz walk by with her arms wrapped around two women.

"Hey, Kyle," the Hispanic woman smiled, her aura a dark red, and both girls pressed against her had bright pink, submissive auras. "I really need to thank you."

"Oh, what?"

"For letting me be open," she smiled. "You made it okay to walk around with a pretty girl on both arms."

Kyle gave a snort. "I guess I have." He looked down the hall and he noticed a few other guys with their own small harems. "I hadn't even noticed."

"I get it. Christy's missing." Her face fell. "You don't think she's ... dead. Like the others."

Kyle shook his head. "I know she's alive. She left me a note. She ... ran off."

"It's so sad. Ms. Franklin was the sweetest teacher. She kept trying to get me to join her book club."

"Yeah. She was a..." ... bitch. A monster. She tried to murder my wife and she put my other wife into a coma! " ... a good teacher." He hated the lie.

"Well, you take care," she smiled.

"You, too, Maricurz."

The hallway was quickly growing empty as students disappeared into classrooms. He rounded the corner and groaned as he saw Braiden glowering at him, backed up by two jocks: a Black guy named Frankie Tyler and a brute named Zane Wilkie.

"I'm surprised you don't have half the girls hanging on your arm right now," Braiden sneered as Zane cracked his knuckles.

"They had class," Kyle shrugged, walking forward, his fist balling up. Braiden used to be his friend, but when Kyle started dating Christy, Braiden had turned into a complete asshole. "Why don't you have any girls hanging on your arms? Oh, right, none of them would touch you, Braiden."

His cheeks reddened.

"You're hogging all the girls, Kyle," Frankie said. "Got to stop, man. There ain't enough to go around these days. Too many guys have been copying you."

"I get it. You tried to be me. You tried to get a bunch of girls to fawn after you and treat you like you were hot shit." Kyle stopped before them, his anger and frustration boiling through him. Christy had run off, Fatima was in a coma, and Fumi was off in Japan. The cops were investigating him and Principal Burke was nailing his mom. His fist clenched beneath the strain. "But none of them wanted to serve a bunch of pussies like you."

"The fuck did you just say, asshole?" growled Zane, straighting up. He was easily six-and-a-half feet tall.

"You three are a bunch of pussies. All the women at school can sense it. That's why none of them want to fawn all over you."

"I'm gonna crush your face." Zane stepped forward. "I'm no pussy."

"Then why did it take the three of you to confront just me?" Kyle demanded, looking up at the brute without flinching. "You three are so scared of me, you had to band together to try and find a pair of balls. I doubt you managed it."

"I'll fucking knock your head off."

"Then do it!" He took a step forward, glaring up at the brute. Kyle had faced a charging bear when he fought Ms. Franklin's cabin. Those beasts had been far larger than this guy. "If you're not a pussy, then just fucking hit me instead of talking about it."

Zane's face furrowed, confusion sparking in his dull eyes. He threw an uncertain glance at Braiden. Asshole's probably never had someone stand up to him. It clearly was a new experience for the brute.

"What's wrong with you?" the big guy growled. "I'll fucking tear you apart! I got fifty pounds of muscle on you."

"More like fifty pounds of shit that's too scared to do anything. So get the fuck out of my way, pussy."

Zane threw a second glance back at Braiden. "Uhh."

"Go on and hit him," Braiden said.

Kyle thought that was good advice.

Zane was caught off guard as Kyle's fist planted into his stomach. The brute stumbled back, a bewildered look on his face as he coughed and spluttered. Kyle leveled a look at Braiden and Frankie, then strode forward and pushed between the pair.

"What's going on out here?" Mrs. Skinner, the math teacher, asked, poking her head into the hallway.

"Just heading to class," Kyle said, smiling as he walked towards her.

"Were they harassing you?"

"Trying," Kyle shrugged. "But they were too scared to."

A smile curled her lips. "You three come with me. Principal Burke is going to want to have a talk with you."

"Kyle punched Zane," Braiden whined as the busty math teacher escorted the three off.

The man calling himself Principal Burke hated going through the paperwork that his job entailed. For years he had worn this disguise, preparing for the day when the lamp re-emerged and he could hold it in his hands once more. This time he would have the Djinn's power. Irritation flashed inside him, his hands itching to rip the pointless papers before him. He hadn't counted on Aaliyah emerging into the hands of such a threatening, young man.

A knock rapped at his door. "Come in." He was glad at the interruption.

Shadow walked in, one of his most dangerous servants, wearing her disguise as the busty math teacher. She was trailed by three students.

"Yes, Mrs. Skinner," he said, maintaining the farce. The real Mrs. Skinner and her husband, the computer science teacher, were buried beneath his basement; Burke wanted more allies in the school in case Kyle grew unmanageable.

"You asked for candidates," Shadow purred. "I think you'll find these three have the proper motivation."

His eyes fell on the confused faces of Braiden, Frankie, and Zane. "Really?"

"The three attempted to accost Kyle."

Burke grinned. "You have done good work as always, my dear."

"Thank you, Master."

"Master?" Braiden blurted out. "What is going on?"

"Tell me, Braiden, how would you like to inflict harm on Kyle Unmei?"

He could see the hate burning in the young man's blue eyes. Yes, he will do nicely. "Return to your class, Shadow."

As Shadow left, Burke opened his desk drawer and pulled out three obsidian blades—the foci to enhance the three youths into deadly weapons. He was slowly drawing his noose about Kyle's neck. Unlike Ms. Franklin, he wasn't going to let the youth catch him unprepared.

The bell rang, sounding the end of third period. It was his English class taught by his busty concubine. "Mr. Unmei, if you could stay. I need to talk to you."

"Right, talk," giggled Darleen. "Time for some intimate, one-on-one teacher-student counseling.

"Yes," Ms. Capello nodded, a hot grin on her face. "Would you care to stay."

Darleen froze, then glanced over at Kyle, her cheeks crimson. "Umm, no. I don't think my boyfriend would like that."

"Then run along."

"Yes, Ms. Capello."

Kyle waited, a few of his male classmates giving him high fives—Ms. Capello was one of the hottest teachers in school and all of her male students had voiced their desire to bury their face in her pillowy cleavage.

"Are you looking to have some fun?" Kyle asked her, his cock hardening.

"We want to show you something," she said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a golden skeleton key.

"What's that?"

"Something Aaliyah made. Though it was all Toni and Chyna's idea."

She closed her classroom door, then stuck her key into the lock, twisted, and opened the door. The hallway didn't appear, instead a large room strewn with soft pillows on the ground, comfy chairs, a large television, and a table covered in large variety of sex toys.

"Your harem away from home," she smiled, handing him the key. "Aaliyah made one for each of us. Whenever you're feeling the need to have a little extra-curricular fun, just use your key on any door in the school and slip in here with whatever cutie you like and relax." She rubbed his shoulder. "Try and forget about your problems."

Doors opened in the room and his concubines began entering, then Aaliyah appeared, a big smile on her face when she saw him. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"I do," he nodded.

"Now you don't need to worry about getting in trouble," she said, winking. "You can have all the fun right in here."

"Let's have a big orgy, Master," Chyna exclaimed. "We'll help you forget all about your problems for an hour."

His cock hardened as he stepped into the room. The concubines clothes were falling to the floor, they were such a lusty group. It didn't take much to get them to strip naked and frolic. He did have a beautiful bunch of women. Well, they weren't all his. Teleisia was Aaliyah's, and Ann and Kayleah belonged to Fatima, but that meant they were practically his. Marriage was all about sharing.

He pulled petite Ann to him, cupping her face and kissing her hard while Toni pulled his pants down and sucked his cock into her hungry lips. His cheerleader concubine knew how to blow a guy, sucking hard while bobbing her head.

Kyle let himself explore all of Ann's youthful charm. She was the smallest and youngest of all the women, her breasts were just sprouting like Fatima's, but snowy white. She gasped into his lips as his fingers played with her hard nipple before he let his hand go roaming down her body and found the heat between her thighs.

"That's it!" moaned Chyna in the background! "Pound my cunt, Mistress! I love it!"

Kyle broke the kiss; Aaliyah had a strap-on and was fucking Chyna doggie-style, his wife's dusky ass clenching as she drove into the concubine's cunt. More and more debauchery spread through the room as Ms. Capello pulled Lois between her thighs, the Native American concubine eagerly going down on the teacher.

"She'll come back to us and enjoy this wonderful place soon," Ann whispered. "Believe in her, Master. Fatima loves us and is coming back."

Kyle peered into the sincere depths of Ann's blue eyes. He found himself trusting in her sincerity. "Thank you. I know she will."

She fell to her knees, joining Toni, licking at the exposed parts of his shaft. His balls boiled as the two girls began sharing his cock, sucking on the tip and kissing each other's soft lips around his headed. He seized Ann's blonde and Toni's auburn hair and released a flood of cum onto their hot faces.

"Take it, sluts!" he grunted as white splashed across their faces. "Now lick each other clean."

"Gladly, Master," purred Toni before she almost attacked Ann, pushing her to the floor and licking at his cum.

He strode across the room, his eyes fixed on Lois's cinnamon ass waggling as she feasted on Ms. Capello's cunt. The teacher moaned, smiling at him. "I think she's all ready for you."

"I am, sir," Lois moaned, looking up, her face sticky. "I'm growing to like your big dick!"

She was a lesbian that had joined the harem for all the interesting possibilities it brought, such as feasting on Ms. Capello's delicious snatch. She returned to her meal as Kyle fell to his knees behind her and buried his cock into her wet depths.

"God, you are tight," he groaned, smacking her ass. "It's so hot to fuck a lesbian!" He gripped her hips, her ass cheeks rippling as he pounded her.

"Fuck her harder," moaned the teacher. "Every time you bury into her, you push her face into my pussy! I love it! Go to town on the little slut!"

"What a good idea," Kyle groaned, hammering her pussy. She groaned, pushing back. "Are you gonna cum on the slut's face?"

"I am!" screamed the teacher, her large breasts heaving.

Kyle leaned over, burying his face between her soft tits as she gasped and moaned, cumming hard. Lois moaned her appreciation, her cunt squeezing down on Kyle's cock. Ms. Capello gave another shudder, holding Kyle tight.

"I'm gonna cum again, Master!" gasped the teacher. "Oh, fuck! The little minx knows how to work a pussy!"

"Cum on the whore's face! She loves it! Her pussy gets tight whenever you flood her mouth!"

"Oh, yes! That's it, Lois!" Ms. Capello shuddered again and Lois's pussy went wild around his cock.

"That's it! Cum on my cock! You love it!"

"I do!" panted Lois. "So wonderful! Cum in me, sir. Let me feel that hot load burning inside me."

Her pussy massaged his cock, eager for his cum. His balls tightened and he drove hard into her. He grunted, then his pleasure pumped out of him. He stumbled back, falling down onto some pillows, gasping for breath as his blood pumped with satisfaction.

"I have a pussy full of Kyle's cum!" Lois shouted. "Who wants a taste?"

Carla and Alexina pushed their faces between her thighs, both concubines working hard to lick her clean. Kyle's cock stirred as he watched Carla and Alexina's ass wave at him, their pussies winking at him between their thighs.

He had time to find another hole to enjoy before lunch was over.

Aaliyah appeared, falling down beside him. "Do you like the room?"

"I do," he smiled, pulling her to him. "Let me show you how much I like it."

Her hand found his cock, soaked with Lois's cunt. "I can feel," she smiled and kissed him, her hips straddling his waist, her pussy engulfing his dick.

Kyle closed his eyes and let himself enjoy his Genie wife's pussy; his problems could all wait for later.

Her husband was in much better spirits after school. He had kendo practice tonight, and he seemed to actually be looking forward to it. Shannon pulled the SUV into the driveway at Kyle's house, passing beneath the protective magics she and Phillipa had cast Sunday night. With a single thought, she could make this place a fortress.

But only at Kyle's command.

"Your mother is home," Britney said as she climbed out.

"How can you tell?"

"I can smell her." The Rakshasa looked around, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Aaliyah asked. Kyle's friend and guardian possessed senses keener than any human or even Djinn.

"I thought I smelled the detective."

"Maybe he's been pestering mom," Kyle groaned. "Come on, let's get inside."

His mom came bustling out. "Oh, hi, Kyle."

"What are you doing home?" he asked her.

"I forgot a file for a meeting," she smiled. "I'm just heading back. I think I'm going to be late to—"

Tires screeched. Sirens blared. Britney hissed.

Police cars roared up the street, stopping in front of his house. Cops poured out, led by the balding detective, a folded piece of blue paper in one hand, a grin on the other. She prepared herself to activate the defenses as Britney let out a dangerous growl.