The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirteen: The Despair of the Warrior

... mind's eye as clear as day. *Such a lovely pair of tits.* They are, giggled Aaliyah. What until you see the pair I'm looking at! Oh, and I took some liberates. No one will care that she's baring all! Aaliyah reached out and fondled Teleisia's breasts, savoring the firm feel, then bent her head down and swirled her pink tongue around the dark nub. Her concubine gasped and moaned, leaning back in her chair as she had pleasured her nipple. She kissed over to the other nipple, swirling about it, pressing her thighs together as her own pussy throbbed with need. The Djinn kissed up to Teleisia's ear, then whispered, “You'll be my concubine, won't you. You so want to be one. I can feel it.” She had been angry with Fatima when she claimed two concubines and she was beginning to see the appeal. Kyle treated her and his other wives as equals. It was this modern way. She needed to adapt. She needed her own concubine. “Yes,” she sighed. “Be my Mistress. I like to be told what to do. And you're so beautiful.” Aaliyah blushed, then cupped her concubine's chin and captured her lips in a kiss, dismissing her clothes in the process. Teleisia's hands reached out, hesitantly touch the Djinn's smooth skin, sliding up to the cup her breasts. Aaliyah moaned into the kiss as her concubine's hands found her aching nipples, stroking them. “Have you ever pleasured a woman?” Aaliyah asked, breaking the kiss. She shook her head. “I've never pleasured anyone.” “Well, I'll be your first woman, and Kyle ...

... will be your first man.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Get down on your knees and worship your Mistress. I'm going to be a Sultana one day.” “A what?” “A Queen.” “I will pleasure you, your Majesty.” Your Majesty. I like the ring of that. Teleisia slipped to the floor, parting Aaliyah's slim thighs, running her hands up to the Djinn's shaved pussy. Aaliyah shuddered as soft fingers brushed her clit and petals. She leaned back on the desk's top, her breasts arching forward, and watched as her concubine's dark face, wide with awe, moved closer and closer to her aching pussy. “Oh, yes!” Aaliyah moaned, ignored by her classmates as they learned about trigonometry. The Djinn conjured a few homunculi, gathering them out of the dust in the classroom, and set them to working on her math problems. Such a worthless class. “Keep eating me, concubine!” she moaned, humping her hips into her inexperienced lover's mouth. Teleisia ate her out with vigor, so wanting to impress the future monarch. Her dark eyes stared up at Aaliyah's from between her thighs, desperate for Aaliyah's approval. The Djinn reached down, cupping her dark cheek with her dusky fingers, stroking her cheekbone with her thumb. “Oh, fuck! So wonderful! You're going to make me cum!” Her concubine moaned into her pussy, working her tongue faster through her slit, gathering the Djinn's spicy flavor. Aaliyah loved it, her orgasm building like a liquid heat inside her, churned by her lover's tongue. Her hips writhed, the stool wobbling ...