The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fires of the Ifrit - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Fires of the Ifrit

... Jowah was atop the Jann, his hands clutching her arms, his mouth tearing at the meat at the base of her neck. More anger burned inside her. “That is my Sultana!” Jowah turned, blood and flesh clinging to his teeth. Her living fire slammed into him, throwing him off her mistress. She wrapped her flames around the unbound Ghul, delighting in his howls of pain as she burned him. He became noxious fumes, polluting her flames. His poisonous vapors mixed inside her, the pain intense. His fumes were smothering her fire, choking her out by depriving her of oxygen. She burned hotter, reaching into herself, burning her very essence. “You will not have her, unbound!” He howled as her flames burned brighter and hotter. She was the sun. Pure and clean. He was foul and poisonous, but fire could consume anything. She burned his fumes, oily smoke filling the cave, pouring out the hole in the roof. Jowah tried to pull away, finally afraid of fire the way a beast should. But she didn't let him go. She was going to consume every bit of this foul beast no matter how much of her life's essence she needed to expend. Her anger wouldn't let her stop. She delighted as she consumed more and more of him, burning every bit of his foul essence until she reached the very center of him, his heart chained with diamond, binding him to the Unseen Realm. It helped to anchor him, keeping him from being dragged into Haawiyah where he and all the foul Unbound belonged. Zaritha burned his heart. The diamond chain ...

... fell to the cave's floor, no longer anchoring Jowah to this reality. She felt the last bit of him die, his soul howling as the Laws dragged him down to Haawiyah. Her fires burned out and she became flesh again. Her entire body screamed in agony. She had taken in so much of his poisonous fumes to consume him. Her skin was blackened. Her body trembled and her stomach heaved. “Aaliyah,” she croaked, crawling to the Jann. Her Sultana was feverish and unconscious, her flesh badly savaged, the poison consuming her. She was dying. Zaritha seized her hand, fighting the pain. She would see Aaliyah lived to spite Rashid. She became fire one last time, pulling Aaliyah with her. Her fire burned weak, sputtering and coughing as she rose through the hole and into the pounding sun. “Don't die yet,” Zaritha moaned as she became flesh. They were in the blasted wastes of the Ghul lands, red rocks dotting a dead landscape. A layer of loose dirt was beneath them, blown about when the wind howled, coating everything in red. It was what Aaliyah needed. She was Jann. The earth would heal her just like fire would heal Zaritha. Her fingers trembling, Zaritha scooped up a handful of the soil, pressing into Aaliyah's torn neck, rubbing it into her wounds. A whimper escaped Aaliyah's lips. Zaritha scooped again, packing more red soil into her wound before she began pouring it across Aaliyah's body, letting the Jann absorb the element that gave her existence, replacing what the Ghul had poisoned. “You'll ...