The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior

... Fatima closed her eyes, then ripped free of Fumi's grasp, striding back to join the harem. “We agree to Sultan Rashid's terms,” Aaliyah declared. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sahabah, The Hidden Realm “Can I speak with you in private, my loving husband?” Faiza purred, rising up from Makerah's form. She had just healed his wounded, broken son. Rashid had mixed feelings about that. His Unbound son was useful, but he was also a threat. His insolence today had reached a new level. Perhaps it is time to break his chain and let him die? “What do you want to talk about?” Rashid asked his wife. She gave him a sweet smile—he didn't trust it. But her figure was lush beneath her skirt, her stance inviting. Last night had been the most vigorous, passionate night Rashid had ever experienced. He had no idea his body had such stamina or that he could take such delight in the flesh of a woman. She was intoxicating. I need to be more careful than ever. Her hand drifted down between her breasts, pressing the material tight against her lush mounds, then continued sliding down across her stomach. “Doesn't every new bride yearn for her husband's bed?” Rashid's cock hardened. He swallowed. He couldn't find a reason to deny her request, or his bodies desires. “Very well, my love.” He didn't love her, but he did love that lush body. “I'm sure after such a stressful afternoon you are in need of comforting.” “Greatly, my husband. My brutish son unnerved me. I need to find solace within your arms.” ...

... Rashid rose, sweeping from his throne, Faiza following along behind him, his servants trailing at a respectable distance. He used a small door at the back of his throne room that opened on to a hallway leading to his private apartments. This afternoon had gone almost perfectly. As long as he kept the knife to Kyle's throat, his wives would be cowed. They were only women. They had no business interfering in men's affairs. Aaliyah would meekly accept the Sheikdom of the Jann while the Ifrit would have no choice but to remain cowed. Sahabah's defenses could hold, if only barely, against the Ifrit alone. And now he would taste his victory in the arms of his enemies mother. “You seem happy, my lord husband,” Faiza purred. “I have crushed your son.” “So well.” Her voice was throaty, thick with lust. “You proved how much stronger you are than my son.” Rashid walked faster. He had to take this woman. His blood boiled through his veins. He threw open the doors to his apartment, waving the servants to stay outside as Faiza swept in, her hips rolling. She flashed him a smoky glance as she passed, her hand brushing the front of his pantaloons; his cock throbbed beneath her touch. She walked to his bed, her silks falling to the floor. She was dark and beautiful, her skin flawless. She looked over her shoulder at him, the profile of her round breast and hard nipple peeking out. Rashid's mouth watered. “You were so strong today. Let me worship your strength with my body.” She stretched out on ...