The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Five: Servants of the Sultan

... the Unseen Realm. Not without cause. She had not, yet, rebelled. No law said her father could not offer his daughter's hand to a mortal. He could feel the blade hovering over his throne—that old crone's prophecy. Never before had he felt so sure that the blade would fall and end his reign. That Jann would spell disaster if she was not disposed of. When the court was cleared, he summoned his most dangerous weapons. Five figures strolled into the throne room. The air seemed to warp around the five individuals, the Unseen Realm rebelling at their presence. Each of these five had broken the shackles that bound their race, blaspheming against creation. They had made dark pacts with outside forces to keep from falling into Haawiyah and suffering eternal torment. They could kill Aaliyah without consequence to Rashid. “Great and Noble Sultan,” bowed Makerah, the unbound Marid, an mocking smile on his lips. “What can your humble servants do for you?” Rashid ignored the sneer in his son's voice. “The Great and Noble Sultan does not want to dirty his precious hands,” laughed Aljihm, a blackened Ifrit, his ...

... body fissured with glowing, red lines. “Eat,” snarled Jowah, the Ghul so twisted and bent he walked on all fours like a beast. “Soon,” purred Aalizunah, stroking Jowah's head like he was her faithful hound. The whorish Si'lat stood naked, her body ripe and inviting, an illusion hiding the twisted, vile thing she had become. “And who do you want us to kill?” demanded Khiana. The Jann's stained beard bristled. Once Khiana had been a great foe to Rashid, but the fool had grown desperate. Now he cared about nothing except his greed. “Aaliyah has returned home,” Rashid growled. “She is in the company with my foolish servant Zaritha. I do not know why my servant did not follow my instructions. Nor do I care. Search the five Sheikdoms and find them. Bring me the Jann girl's head.” “And what do we do with your servant?” Khiana asked. A sliver of fear went through Rashid. Zaritha can free the Ifrit from my control. She knows where Kalila is. She had to die. Kalila could never be freed. “I am greatly displeased with her. Dispose of her as well.” Jowah cackled. “Ifrit always taste delicious.” To be continued...