Chapter 6: The Lust of the Warrior

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta-reading this!

Saturday, January 17th – South Hill, Washington

Christy stumbled out of Ms. Franklin's house. She felt so dirty. Last night she had given herself to Kyle, and today she had let her body be soiled by the teacher. She reached her car, slumping against it. Her lips still tasted of the teacher's sour juices. I'm so sorry Kyle! She fought off her tears, feeling eyes upon her.

Ms. Franklin watched her from the porch.

Bitch! Why did you do this to me! Why did I like it so much! She stuck her keys into the ignition. I'm such a disgusting whore. A tear ran down her cheek. She wanted to scrub her skin pink. She turned the key, the engine groaned, spluttered, died.

More tears ran hot; she tried again. It chugged, wheezed, lights flickered on her dashboard. Nothing. Dead. Why should my car work? I'm such a terrible person, I don't deserve to have a working car.

A rap on her window; she jumped. Ms. Franklin peered in, a look of concern painted on her face, lust burning in her emerald eyes. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Fine," she answered, wiping at her tears.

"I can give you a ride home, or you can come back inside to wait for a tow truck."

Christy wondered if the teacher was responsible for this somehow. Some hex to strand her here so Ms. Franklin could have more time to molest her. "I'll call my boyfriend."

A grimace flashed across the teacher's face. "Okay, dear. I'll be inside if you need help."

"Thank you, Celestite," she answered, trying to hide her true feelings. Christy was convinced that Ms. Franklin, or Celestite as she insisted on being called, was trying to sabotage her relationship with Kyle. Someone had cast a spell on her boyfriend and Chyna Coel, and now they were linked in a domination/submission relationship. She swallowed her anger; her teacher led her coven and she swore oaths to obey her. And there were consequences to disobedience. Terrible consequences. Goddess, this is a mess I'm in.

She grabbed her cell phone and called Kyle. The phone rang and rang.

Please pick up, Kyle! I need you!

And rang.

Kyle slid home in Fumi's pussy. She was heaven and nirvana all rolled into one delightful, hot, tight, spongy paradise. He sucked at her neck, his hips pumping away. His balls ached; he needed to erupt. Fumi had made him cum a few times tonight, but instead of wetting his appetite, they just inflamed his hunger for her cunt.

"Oh, Kyle," she gasped, her fingers raking his back.

He had never been so horny in his life. He had never thought he'd pull a girl out of his car and start fucking her in the middle of the street. Fumi humped back against him, as horny as he was. Her lily-scented perfume filled his nose, spurring his hips to fuck her faster.

"Cum in me!" Fumi moaned. "Flood my pussy! I need you to fill my cauldron!"

His balls boiled. He wouldn't last long.

Katy Perry's Teenage Dream blared from his pocket, reaching into Kyle's lust-fogged mind. Christy's calling. I should answer that. But ... she feel so wonderful. I need to cum. The song kept blaring, the lyrics of his girlfriend's favorite song.

"What's that?" Fumi moaned. "That song?"

"My girlfriend's calling! I should ... oh, fuck, that's nice! Keep doing that with your pussy!"

"Before you met me I was a wreck," Katy Perry's dulcets sang from his phone; the guilt rose inside Kyle, "but things were kinda heavy, you brought me back to life."

"Answer it," moaned Fumi. "She's your girlfriend."

"Yeah." He stopped pumping, still buried to the hilt in her. He fished his phone of his pocket. "What?" He winced, his voice full of frustration.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry," Christy answered and he could almost see her flinch.

He sighed. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, Christy."

"I don't mean to disturb you Kyle, it's just..."

"You're not disturbing me," he lied, wanting to pound the shit out of Fumi's pussy until he came. "What is it?"

"I need your help."

Fumi suddenly pulled away from him, his cock leaving her wonderful depths. "Wait!" He tried to grab her, but she shrugged out of his grasp.

"What's going on, Kyle?" his girlfriend asked.

"Just my ... um ... sister."

Christy giggled. "Is she's being a brat again?"

"Always," he muttered.

Fumi was already half-way to her house, her panties bunched around her right ankle still. She turned around, smiled, and mouthed, "Wednesday," then she fled into her house.

"Damn," Kyle muttered, leaning against his car, his cock jutting painfully before him. "So, what's wrong, Christy."

"My car won't start. I need to be rescued by my strong, handsome boyfriend."

"Yeah. I'll be right there."

"You don't sound so excited. I can call my parents. I just thought..."

"No, no. I'll be right there. Where are you?"

Kyle punched in the address into his phone, and headed to rescue his girlfriend. Maybe Christy will let me fuck her? He shoved his aching cock back into his pants, being careful not to catch himself as he zipped up.

Fumi walked into her house, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, sighing. That was too close. Her poor body ached for cum. Part of her wanted to go out there and let Kyle finish what he started even if he died. She forced that part down, breathing deeply. I am in control of my desires! They do not control me!

"Is he dead?" Her mother's voice startled her.

"What?" Fumi asked, trying to shake the lust from her mind.

"Is the poor boy dead?"

"No, Mother." Only almost. Fear and guilt rose in her; she had lost control tonight and almost killed him.

An eyebrow raised on Mother's face, then she bent down and tugged at the pair of panties bunched around her right ankle. Fumi stepped out of them. "Really?" Her mother raised an eyebrow with the soaked panties, stained with Kyle's cum that had leaked out of her well-fucked ass.

"It was close, but I resisted my urges."

Her mother licked her lips, eyeing the cum staining her daughter's panties. Fumi could see her mother fight off her hunger. She wrenched her eyes away and fixed on Fumi. "Your father and I do not want you to see that ... boy anymore."

"I need him, Mother." She took her mother's right hand, still holding her soiled panties. "He's the one for me, I just know it."

Her mother's left hand was soft as she stroked Fumi's face. "That's just your need lying to you. Blinding you to the truth. Our appetite do not care about what we want. It only cares about satisfying its hungers. Do not listen to it. You have to go slow. It takes time to find out if he's the one."

"You knew right away with Father!" Fumi yelled, jerking her hand away. Then she flushed, looking down in shame. "I'm sorry for snapping, Mother."

Her mother put her arms around Fumi, pulling her tight. "It was different with us. Your father and I were made for each other. I knew it the first time I tasted his seed. What did Kyle's taste like?"

She chewed her lip, not wanting to answer. Her mother pulled away, cupping Fumi's face and forcing her to look into mother's dark, insistent eyes. "Bitter." Fumi answered. "But that doesn't mean anything. It was only our first time. I know he'll grow sweeter. I just know it!"

"My poor child," her mother sighed, and hugged her fiercely. "You're just going to get your heart broken again when you kill him."

"No I am not!" She broke away from her mother and ran up the stairs, tears streaming down her face. She burst into her room and threw herself onto her bed. "He's the one for me!" she screamed into her pillow, raging like a hurricane as fear and doubt swirled inside her, whispering, You thought the same about Shiro and Kenji.

Christy was thrilled when her boyfriend pulled up, all to aware of Ms. Franklin's gaze upon her, a hawk waiting for the rabbit to crawl out of its hole so she could swoop down and carry her off. But now Kyle was here to save her. He'll make sure that bitch won't carry me off!

She wasn't sure what had been going on when she called Kyle, and had been a little taken aback by his lack of enthusiasm, but he had come quickly and there was a big smile on his face. She was relieved to see the pleasure in his eyes. Her eyes dropped down to his crotch, and a naughty smile flitted on her lips. I see why he came quickly—he needs some relief.

"Sorry for being a dick," he smiled. "Fatima was being a brat and driving me crazy."

"So ... so I didn't interrupt anything important?"

He wrapped his arms around her. "No." He kissed her on the lips, and she melted against him, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. She knew Ms. Franklin was watching and she hoped the bitch was seething.

Kyle smacked his lips. "Is that pussy I taste?"

"What?" she blushed. "Oh, no. I ... um ... smeared some of my own to surprise you." Christy cursed inside; she had thought she had washed her face enough.

He kissed her again. "It's a great surprise!"

"I have another surprise," she hissed in his ear. "I'm not wearing any panties. I need you to fuck me so badly!"

"But we're outs—"

She kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, while her hands fumbled at his pants. She pulled his cock out; he felt sticky with precum. He shoved her against her car and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist, pulling him into her. She moaned, her head resting on his shoulder as he sank into her. Ms. Franklin watched from her living room window.

Christy beamed at her teacher, moaned loudly, and humped her boyfriend. "Fuck me, Kyle! I love your cock! Nothing's better than fucking you!" She hoped the bitch heard her. She was almost positive the teacher had tried to break them up. How dare she try and split us apart!

Kyle's cock stirred her passions quickly. It was dark on the street, but cars would drive-by. They were partly shielded by her car, and she imagined that they looked like a pair of kissing teenagers, but the danger of getting caught fueled her lusts. She bucked harder against him, kissing his neck and digging her fingers into his jacket as she clawed his back.

"Jesus!" Kyle groaned. "I don't know what got into you, but, fuck, I love it!"

"I'm gonna cum!" Her body erupted with magma-hot passion. "Can you feel my pussy spasming on you? Can you feel the pleasure I'm getting?"

"Yes! You're milking my cock! You're pussy's hungry for my cream!"

"It is! Feed me! Fill me up with your cum!"

He grunted. Cum squirted into her. Thick, hot, wet, basting her insides with Kyle's passion. She clung to him, savoring the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her guilt crashed against her. I cheated on this wonderful man! Oh goddess, what a mess I've made of things! She shook, but not in pleasure. Tears ran hot down her face. She wanted to beg his forgiveness and confess the entire sordid mess to him. Fear held her tongue.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked. "Oh fuck, did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"

She shook her head. "I've just had a bad day." She sniffed, kissing his cheek. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"Always," he whispered, holding her. "I love you, Christy."

Another wave of tears came, her body wracked by sobs. She needed to find a way out. She didn't want to be cheating on this great guy. She buried her face against his chest as he stroked her brown, curly hair.

Kyle couldn't figure out what was wrong with his girlfriend's car or his girlfriend. It took almost fifteen minutes before she had regained her composure. He had held the entire time, soothing her before she finally pulled away. "Sorry," she had sniffed.

"Don't be," he had smiled, popping the hood of her car.

He couldn't see anything wrong with it after fiddling with the wires. He really didn't know much about cars though. Aaliyah, I wish that Christy's car worked.

Christy is not part of your harem yet, my love. So her car is not part of our hearth. There was a pause, then she added, You can make a wish and add her to the harem.

I want her to join on her own. When she meets you on Monday, I'll ask her to be my third wife.

I can't wait, my love!

"Sorry. I guess we will have to call a tow truck," Kyle sighed, slamming down the hood. He had been saving up to take Christy to prom, and the tow would have to come out of that. Aaliyah, I wish to have the money to pay for the tow.

Sorry.

Kyle sighed then a thought occurred to him, and he asked, Could you pay for prom? I mean, could I wish to have the money for it?

That is within my powers, Aaliyah answered after a moment. Your sister informs me that it is a social occasion that you are required to attend with your paramour. That definitely falls under harem.

That brightened Kyle's mood.

They spent the time waiting productively—making out. Kyle had his hand down her blouse, thumbing her nipple, when the tow truck arrived. A surly man in greasy, gray coveralls and a mouth full of tobacco, hooked up her car and they led him to Christy's home. She gave him one last kiss, then went inside and Kyle drove home where his sister and genie awaited him naked and horny and waiting to hear all the details about his date with Fumi.

Britney stood in the shadows outside Ms. Franklin's house watching the tow truck disappear, Kyle following with Christy in his car. She had tracked it to the chemistry lab at school yesterday and caught the faintest scent. It had taken her all day Saturday to track down the foul odor she smelled, the lingering traces of magic, right to here. Britney had always sensed something off with Ms. Franklin ever since she had met her, but she never suspected the youthful teacher was into such dark magics.

A servant of Hecate. And Christy is one of her slaves.

Sadness squeezed her heart. Kyle would be devastated. She had sensed something off in Christy for weeks now, and this was it. She would have to be killed. Christy, Ms. Franklin, the whole coven would have to disposed of. Kyle had to be protected, servants of Hecate could never be trusted. They used and abused those around them. One day, Christy would be fully lost to the darkness and she would use Kyle to serve whatever dark whim stirred her soul.

And Britney would never allow any harm to come to her only friend. Her fingers flexed, fingernails sharp as claws, a predatory hunger stirring inside her. She clamped down her rage, pushing herself to be calm and placid once more. When she had been paired with Kyle to work on a science fair project all those years ago, she had known he was going to a great man somedayand had vowed on the day she had met Kyle that she would protect him.

And she would serve him faithfully and see that he reaches that greatness, no matter the cost. No matter who she had to kill. But she had to be careful, make sure she had ever single contingency covered. Kyle could never learn that she had killed his girlfriend.

The great fool loves too easy.

Sunday, January 18th

"Everything will be fine, my love."

Kyle looked at his genie and wasn't so sure. "I don't see why we have to do this."

"She is yours," Aaliyah answered. "She deserves to be part of your household officially."

He shook his head. He couldn't believe he was about to negotiate with Chyna's mom to make her his concubine. The entire situation was so ... bizarre.

And the last few days haven't been bizarre? he asked himself. He went from a virgin with a girlfriend, to having two wives, a sex slave, and two girlfriends.

"My powers will take care of everything." His wife placed her hand on his back, and leaned her head against this shoulder. He strangely felt reassured. He was like a sponge, sucking in his genie's calmness.

The door opened. Chyna shrieked. Then she was kissing him, her arms wrapped around him like an octopus about a fish. He couldn't help kissing her back, he had missed his sex slave, his cock growing erect as she writhed against him.

"Who is this young man?" asked a stunningly beautiful, black-haired woman staring at him with a look of bemused astonishment.

"My Master, Mom!" exclaimed Chyna.

The color drained from her mother's face. "What?"

"I'm his sex slave." Chyna said it like the most normal thing in the world.

"Er, yes, that's why I'm here to talk to you, um, Mrs. Coel."

"Miss Coel," she muttered absently. "This is a joke, right? One of those ill-thought out, teenage pranks? He's really your boyfriend, right, Chyna?"

"Nope. Master has a girlfriend." The girl shuddered against him. "And she tastes wonderful. I guess, she's my Mistress. But I'm Master's slave first."

I wish Miss Coel understands.

Done, my love.

Aaliyah stepped up. A dry, sandy scent filled the room. "It's perfectly natural, right, Miss Coel?"

"Right," nodded Chyna's mom as Aaliyah's power affected her. "Come in, Kyle. I guess I should get to know my daughter's Master." She looked questioningly the genie.

"I'm his first wife, Aaliyah. My husband and I are here to negotiate with you to make Chyna his concubine."

Chyna squealed again. "Do it, Mom! I want to be his so badly!"

Miss Coel led them into her living room. She had a nice figure, her bust as large, if not larger, than her daughters, with a curvy ass covered by a pair of tight jeans. Aaliyah caught his eyes and licked her lips—she approved as well.

The next half-hour proved that the last few days could indeed become more bizarre. Aaliyah and Miss Coel started to rapidly haggle the price he'd have to pay to officially take her as a concubine. Miss Coel was a sharp bargainer, and she wanted her daughter's bridal gift to be substantial. The entire time, Chyna squirmed on his laps and rained his face with kisses.

"I'm not sure your daughter is worth that much," Aaliyah objected. "She doesn't look that beautiful."

"Are you blind? My daughter is gorgeous. She's built like a brickhouse!"

Aaliyah gave Chyna a considering look. "Let's see her naked."

Chyna was eager to strip in front of her Master. She was gorgeous with dusky skin and large, heavy tits. Her ass was round and plump, and Kyle couldn't resist giving her a squeeze. Chyna giggled and proudly posed, one hand playing with a honey-brown pigtail.