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

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

... will speak to me with respect. I am your future Sultana as well as your Mistress.” Zaritha snorted. “You will be dead when I deliver you to Sahabah.” Hope blossomed in Aaliyah's heart. They would have to leave the caves to travel to Sahabah. She would easily be able to contact Kyle and then he would merely wish her back to his side. Aaliyah straightened her back, putting an imperious tilt to her head. “Then let us go see Rashid.” Zaritha smiled. “You would like that. I'm not stupid enough to let you step foot outside of these caves without a diamond anchor about your throat.” Just like sapphire stopped thoughts, diamond stopped teleportation. “Then how do you plan to take me to your Master?” “I guess I'll have to summon help.” “No.” Aaliyah reached out and seized Zaritha's cheeks, staring into her red eyes. “You forget who your Mistress is. You will lead me out! Now!” She had to be strong. She had to have the will of the Sultana to get out of this. “What are you talking about?” laughed Zaritha. “I serve Rashid. I am his most favored servant. The one he trusts with the most delicate of tasks.” “Like kidnapping me?” Aaliyah shook her head. “No. You were supposed to kill me. I saw the burning fist. You would have killed me, but something stayed your hand. And now we are back in our realm where you cannot kill me without breaking the Laws.” “Nothing stayed my hand!” snarled Zaritha. “I am supposed to bring you back to Rashid.” She's lying. She swore to be Kyle's concubine and ...

... she hasn't realized what that implies. “Then why didn't you take us to Sahabah? Why here? We're in Ghul territory. As far away from Sahabah as one can be.” “Something went wrong,” Zaritha shrugged. “You interfered somehow.” “If I interfered, why would I dump us in the Sapphine Caves and not Khoshilat Maqandeli. My father's court would be a far better place to end up.” “What does it matter where we are!” Zaritha spat, knocking Aaliyah's hands back. “We're here and soon I will deliver you to Rashid.” “No!” Aaliyah seized her shoulders, staring into her eyes. “I am your Sultana. You are my husband's concubine. You swore the oaths. You are part of my harem. And you will obey me, Ifrit!” “Never! I'll never serve a weak, little houri like you. I merely used your husband to enact my revenge on Burke. I am not your plaything.” “I disagree!” Aaliyah pushed down on Zaritha's shoulders, trying to press her down to her knees. “Submit and pleasure your Mistress!” Zaritha's knees buckled, lowering down, her red eyes wide with confusion, then her fires roared up and she let out a scream and pushed Aaliyah back. Aaliyah stumbled, tripping on a facet of the sapphire floor and she fell on her backside, the Ifrit looming over her. “You think you can dominate me!” the Ifrit hissed. Fire burned about Aaliyah and fear flooded her for a moment. But the fire didn't touch her skin, only her clothing, burning it all away. She lay naked before the Ifrit, her dusky body heaving. Zaritha seized her black ...