The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eleven: The Heart of the Warrior

... would do it for you.” “And could you share your bed with her? Or would you be at her throat for her betrayal?” “I don't know. She hurt me. They hurt me.” She turned her head away. “Maybe my heart will heal in time.” “I guess I can't ask for anything more,” he sighed, then cupped her cheek. “You're the only wife I have left. We're going to have to be careful.” She touched his cheek. “You will be protecting me.” He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her lithe form against his chest. Her lips found his, soft and soothing, and his grief receded in his wife's embrace. She pulled him down atop her, spreading out beneath him, her kisses growing more heated. Chyna nuzzled their side, her hand tracing the muscles of his back while her lips caressed his shoulder. Alexina slid in on the other side, pressing her petite body against them. A hand grasped his cock—Alexina's—and she guided him to Aaliyah's sheath. He penetrated his Genie wife; she moaned into his lips, writhing her hips against his thrusts. Nothing mattered but his wife and his concubines. All of the grief could wait for morning; tonight he was going to celebrate the one good thing that had happened. He had saved Aaliyah. “Make love to her, Master,” purred Chyna. “You two are so beautiful together.” Alexina's hand cupped his balls as he pumped slowly into his wife. “We love you both,” Alexina whispered. Her thighs wrapped around his leg, her wet pussy and damp pubis rubbed against him. “We are so glad you're back,” purred ...

... Shannon. The bed dipped, and someone crawled up behind him. A tongue licked at his shaft where it merged with Aaliyah's sheath. “You'll always have us,” Carla declared, and he felt her push in beside Shannon, her lips kissing the cheeks of his ass, her tongue moving around between his butt cheeks, and then he groaned as she rimmed his asshole. “Immortality awaits them all,” Aaliyah crooned, “when you take the Sultanate and rule the Djinn.” “Sounds heavenly,” Chyna moaned, her mouth teasing his ear. Kyle pumped faster, tongues licking him everywhere, hands running across his skin, and Aaliyah writhed wet and lithe beneath him. Chyna's large breasts floated before him, heavy and wonderful. He sucked her fat nipple into his mouth and Aaliyah engulfed the other. “Oh, Master, Mistress!” gasped Chyna. Carla's tongue worked his ass, spurring him to fuck Aaliyah harder and harder as his orgasm built inside. Alexina's hands massaged his balls, frothing his cum. The pressure grew and grew; his body tensed as the moment neared. He sucked hard on Chyna's nipple, burying his cock into Aaliyah's pussy, and flooded her with his semen. “Oh, Kyle!” Aaliyah moaned. “Share your love with me!” He drew back and drove into her again, another spurt of cum flooding her. He groaned around the nipple in his mouth, and drove in one last time, crushing his groin against her hard clit. A low, throaty moan escaped his wife's lips, and she shuddered beneath him. “Yes, yes, yes!” she panted. “Oh, thank you, ...