The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Four: The Prison of the Sheikha - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Four: The Prison of the Sheikha

... get down there!” How's the battle going? Kyle asked as his sword cut down another Ghul. He couldn't take the time to scan. He was in the thick of it. Fire crackled on his right. Zaritha's flames burning hot, guiding the Ghul towards him, protecting the witches and Aaliyah as they stood at the metal door. Zaritha couldn't kill, but she could interfere. *Christy is healing Fatima. She broke her leg when we appeared on the mountain slope. Fumi is pressed, but Britney is handling things well on your right. We're holding.* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Faiza was missing from his bed when he arose. Dawn was approaching. Rashid slept later than he had planned, drained by his new wife's insatiable lusts. If Rashid's guess was right, Kyle would assault Jabal al-Dhukan at dawn. The Ghul were nocturnal. If Tariq listened to his messenger, Kyle would be swarmed under by the hungry Ghul. They would feast on his flesh and suck the marrow from his bones. Then he could do something about Faiza. He couldn't let her stay and worm Hecate's influence into his court. But until Kyle was dealt with, he needed to keep Faiza around. She was Kyle's mother. And when he— A thought entered Rashid's mind. Was there another way to use Faiza against Kyle? Rashid created silk clothing to wrap around his body as he slipped from his room and headed to his study. He wanted to watch Jabal al-Dhukan and witness Kyle's destruction. He barely noticed his servants prostrating themselves as he passed. He reached his ...

... study, pushing through the curtains of blue silk. Faiza was in there, draped in the thinnest, most transparent blue silk. She may as well be naked for all the modesty her clothing provided. She sat before his table, his scrying mirror set upon it. She had activated it, showing off the slope of the mountain. “He just arrived,” Faiza purred, giving him a smokey look. “My son and his whores. The Ghul are swarming him.” Excitement trembled through Rashid as he sat beside her on the tasseled cushions, gazing into the mirror. Kyle's Jann sword flashed gold as he manipulated the earth of on the mountain side. Jann, Ifrit, and Si'lat homunculi appeared as his women surged out. “What are those women?” Rashid frowned. The one next to Kyle seized a Ghul in its vapor form, forcing the Ghul into its physical form. “I thought the majority of his women were human?” “They are,” Faiza frowned. “Aaliyah is a Jann and I really did not know Fumi well, but the rest were definitely human.” “Then explain that.” Those supposedly human female were ripping the Ghul to pieces. Rashid looked on in disbelief. The Ifrit were the most martial of the Djinn, but the Ghul were the most ferocious. And they were falling like chaff before Kyle's concubines. “No wonder the Unbound failed,” Rashid groaned. “They are familiars,” Faiza whispered. “Christy and the other witches have enhanced them. They are beyond humans.” Scattered between the concubines were Kyle and his wives wielding the four elemental artifacts. ...