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

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

... live.” Kyle shoved a little harder, more blood trickled around the edge of Kyle's katana. “Keep defying me and not only will I end your miserable existence, I will kill far more of your tribe today. You have seen my women's skill. They will fall like bowling pins.” “Fine!” hissed Tariq. “The Ghul shall follow your rule, Sultan of the Djinn.” “Announce it to your people! Call them off! Now!” “Yes...Sultan.” Kyle pulled his sword away, ignoring the hatred burning in the Ghul's eyes. Kyle didn't care. He was here to secure the Ifrit, not the Ghul. Sheikh Tariq rose up, holding a hand to his bleeding throat. “Surrender!” he hissed, his voice booming down the mountain. “Stop the feast.” Are there any casualties? Kyle thought to Aaliyah as he seized the Ghul Sheikh's arm. Ms. Capello held a firm grip on the other. *Nothing serious. The witches are healing Mindy.* “Are you okay?” Kyle asked his bleeding concubine. “I'm fine,” Ms. Capello answered as they marched the Ghul towards the prison. “Christy's enhancements are quite amazing. I don't even feel the pain.” “We kicked their asses, big bro,” Fatima smiled, sauntering up. “How's your leg?” Kyle asked as she pressed against his side. “Just fine,” she smiled, standing up on her tip-toes to give him a kiss. “But that hurt. Teleporting onto a mountain slope is a bad idea.” Fumi strolled up, Windfeather transformed into her glasses. Her all-white eyes fixed on Kyle and she smiled. The breeze whipping down the mountain's slope painted ...

... the world for his wife. “The Ghuls are pulling back,” she reported, giving him a smile. “That was quite intense. One of them took a bite out Alexina's leg.” “Is she fine?” Kyle asked, looking down the slope for his blonde-haired concubine. “Sable attended to her,” Fumi nodded. “And I feathered the brute that bit her.” Tariq thrashed in Kyle's arm. “You murdered so many of my people.” Fumi arched on eyebrow. “You attacked us.” “You trespassed on our land.” He licked his lips, inhaling deeply. “So much fresh, delicious meat violating my land. We had every right.” “And how did you know we were coming?” Britney asked. Kyle halted before the iron disk set into the blasted, red rock of the mountainside. Britney, Christy, and Aaliyah waited there. The Rakshasa fixed her fierce eyes on Tariq, the black stripes just fading from her face. “Answer her,” Kyle said, squeezing Tariq's arm. “You were waiting for us.” “Rashid,” the creature hissed. “He told me you would come to free a prisoner.” “How did he know?” Zaritha demanded. “I never told him that I hid Kalila here. How could he possibly know this is where we'd be?” “A spy.” Britney's words sent a chill through Kyle's blood. “Only our family knew we were coming here,” Kyle told her. “Me, you, your mate, my wives, and the concubines. Who could have betrayed us?” “Zaritha mentioned that she knew how to bring the Ifrit to you in open court yesterday,” Britney pointed out. “It was the logical, next step.” “And how did he know this is where ...