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

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

... that belonged to the Vicar.” “Oh, it's just an artifact,” she answered. “Like your sword. Only it controls an abstract not an element. It uses Darkness to teleport.” “Darkness?” Kyle raised his eyebrows. “That doesn't sound great,” Fatima stated. “That sounds pretty shady.” “It's an artifact. It's not good or evil. Nothing about darkness is bad. Just like nothing about light is good. It's how you use them. I think it will be very useful.” She looked Kyle in the eye. “Unless...I mean, if you think it's bad...I could get rid of it.” “I guess so,” Kyle said, staring into her pleading eyes. “I trust you.” “You shouldn't,” Fatima muttered. “I do. She came back. She helped us. She proved herself.” Fatima flared up. “We'll see. I'm going to keep an eye on you, Christy.” Christy put her arm around Fatima's shoulders, pulling the shorter girl to her. “That's fine. I have definitely earned your mistrust. Be suspicious. I'll win you over.” “Master!” Chyna squealed as they rounded the corner into the lot, the SUV coming into view where it was hidden. His first concubine, her dark brown hair plastered wet to her dusky face, ran over. Her big breasts bounced in her loose sweater. Then her arms were tight about him, clinging to him. Thanks to Ms. Franklin's spell, she couldn't bear to be without her Master. “You're alive! You're safe!” “Where's mother?” Shannon asked. All the concubines had started calling Faiza mother, showing respect to their mother-in-law. “Burke killed her,” Fatima ...

... said. “He...he...” Her voice broke into sobs and her two concubines, petite Ann and bleached-blonde Kayleah hugged her, holding her tight. “I'm so sorry, Master,” Mindy, Kyle's newest concubine, whispered. The former nurse joined Chyna in hugging him. “We need to disguise the vehicle and leave, Kyle,” Britney reminded him. She had her own arms wrapped around Phillipa, her captive turned mate. Alexina, Carla, Toni, Ms. Capello, and Lois pressed around Kyle, ignoring Britney, all trying to hold on to their Master. Only Teleisia stood apart. “Where's Aaliyah?” The Black girl looked about, her face growing concerned when she didn't see her Mistress. Kyle broke from the mob of his lovely concubines and put his arms around Aaliyah's concubine. “We're gonna get her back,” he promised Teleisia. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fatima stared out the window, her soul weighed down with grief. She felt so cold and empty inside. She missed those passionate fires that burned inside her, filling her up and driving her to move about, to never stay still, to pester and annoy and love with such passion. “What are we going to do when we get to Paradise?” Christy asked. “What if summoning the spirit doesn't work?” “It will,” Fumi assured her. “Everyone in this car loves Aaliyah. And Kyle loves her the most.” “Then we should all do it,” Teleisia said. “If one person's love can summon her, it should be even easier with a dozen.” “It would prove to the spirit how dedicated you all are,” Britney mused. ...