The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate

... husband and handing him over to the Marids.” “Traitors!” cried Durra, squirming in Shannon's arms. But the concubine had a tight grip. Fireheart flared to life into Fatima's hand. “That cunt.” Christy rose up, her body pale and flushed. “I wish for all of Kyle's wives to be transported to his side so we may pleasure him.” Aaliyah felt her dead father's commands allow her powers to activate. She could grant wishes that dealt with Kyle's hearth or harem, and bringing him women to provide pleasure definitely met that requirement, even if it was obvious that wasn't their true purpose for going. Reality warped about them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I can't give in. Kyle reminded himself as he pleasured Hawaa, struggling to think through the haze of the Si'lat's lust fogging his mind. I can't submit. I have to fight. I have to be strong. I am the Sultan. “Chyna,” he called out, pulling his lips from her pussy. “Ride my cock.” “Yes, Master,” she purred. Hawaa ground her pussy back down on his lips. He licked and sucked her, his mind buried beneath her passion. He couldn't think. He could only worship her. She was the most beautiful, perfect being in all creation. He was her slave. He had to— Chyna's pussy engulfed his cock. I am not her slave! The pleasure of his concubine pussy about his cock was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds of Hawaa's lust. A single, brilliant shaft that kept him from fully submitting to the Si'lat. Chyna worked her pussy up and down, ...

... shifting her hips from side to side. He groaned into the Si'lat's wonderful pussy, his tongue still compelled to worship her. “Oh, Master,” moaned Chyna as she rode him. “That's it. Your cock is wonderful.” “That's my cock,” pouted Hawaa, shifting her hips. “Tell her to get off.” I can't. His tongue slid through her spicy folds, the pleasure burning through him. His cock throbbed in Chyna's pussy. She squeezed his cock as she rose up; his concubine's pussy eager for a taste of his cum. He shuddered, groaning into Hawaa's cunt, his tongue wiggling deep into her pussy. Kyle came. “Master!” moaned Chyna, her pussy writhing about his cock. She came with her master, drinking up Kyle's cum. The pleasure was intense, driving away the Si'lat's cloudy passion. His thoughts were clear for one brief moment. I need more warding. Kyle pulled his lips from Hawaa. “Chyna, off my cock.” “Good,” purred Hawaa. “Obey me.” “Toni, fuck me!” he gasped before the Si'lat drove her pussy down on his face to silence him. “No, don't get on his cock,” she hissed. “Go away, whore.” Toni was quick, the cheerleader nimble, leaping on his waist and slamming her tight, teenage snatch about his cock. She writhed and ground, her pussy tight and juicy. She rode him different than Chyna. Toni didn't go up and down as much, shifting her hips in circles and stirring his cock through her spongy flesh. “You are spoiling all my fun, Kyle,” moaned Hawaa. “Your concubines need to stop fucking you.” No. I need them. Toni's ...