The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Deceit of the Si'lat - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Deceit of the Si'lat

... straight-blade of her yari. Kyle gripped his katana, looking up at the swirling vortex rushing at them. Fumi fell back, drawing her arrow, Christy and the witches joining her, while Britney raced towards them, crashing through the brush. “This might not be an enemy, Kyle,” Christy said. “We're in the Jann lands.” “Right. Let's not do anything sudden. Just be ready.” Britney stopped beside him, her triangular-bladed katar glistening with water. The vortex hurtled closer, hissing as it flew through the air. It shot down to the ground, whipping up leaves and dust as it landed before Kyle. Then the vortex coalesced, forming into the shape of a young woman. Aaliyah. “Kyle!” his Genie wife yelled, launching herself at him. Kyle dismissed Earthbones, throwing his arms wide to embrace the naked beauty of his wife. Her lips found his, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. He hugged her to him, pressing her lithe body to his strong form. He couldn't believe that she was here with him. In his arms. His heart beat for joy. He ran his hands up her supple back and down to cup her round ass. She felt so wonderful, just as he remembered her. She moaned into his mouth, her kiss growing more and more passionate. Her groin ground into his crotch, his cock swelling in his pants. She was inflaming his blood, his lusts pumping through him. He had so many questions for her, but all that really mattered was that she was in his arms. “Where did she come from?” Britney asked. Aaliyah broke the kiss, ...

... looking over her shoulder at the astonished women. “Zaritha let me go,” she smiled. “Oh, Kyle, I thought I would never see you again.” He scooped her up in his arms, holding his wife. She was so light, like she weighed nothing. Her laugh was airy as she put her arms around his neck and gave him another hot kiss. The passion of her lips was a scouring wind blowing all thought from his mind. “Zaritha let you go?” Christy asked. “That doesn't seem right. Why would she capture you and then let you go? And wouldn't the Marid's have a problem with that?” Aaliyah let out a moan in his lips, then broke the kiss. Kyle hated that. He needed to kiss her. “Zaritha didn't take me straight to the Marids,” Aaliyah answered as Kyle carried her to the sandy beach beside the oasis. “She had a change of heart. I was heading home to my people when I saw you.” She let out a happy sequel. “Oh, my husband, I am so happy to be with you again.” He sat her down on the sand, laying out her naked body. Her round breasts heaved with her breaths, her dusky nipples hard and beading with something white. He thumbed her nipple, gathering the white substance on his thumb. “I would not drink that,” Britney warned. “There is something very wrong here, Kyle.” “I'm pregnant, Kyle,” moaned Aaliyah. “My body is beginning to prepare for the baby. My breasts ache! Please, drink of my milk.” Kyle licked the drop off his finger. Bliss flooded his mind. It was as intoxicating as Fumi's scent, and lust burned through his ...