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

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

... antechamber of Kyle's quarters. The door was guarded by three separate homunculi. Aaliyah conjured the one made of gust, gripping a thick sword, Zaritha's made of crackling fire that filled the room with flickering lights, and the newest concubine, Hawaa, created the whirling tornado shaped like a coiled serpent. “Find anything?” Christy muttered, rubbing at her own, sandy eyes. It was probably past midnight. Kyle, their wives, and most of the concubines had retired to sleep. A few patrolled his quarters, making sure they were all safe. Can we ever be safe as long as Rashid wants us all dead? Twice today they had been attacked. Two unbound Djinn had taken over the palace and unleashed its defenses on Christy's family. Then Hawaa, the leader of the Si'lat, had attempted to dominate Kyle last night. Her domination had failed, and now the mature beauty was Kyle's newest concubine. “You look tired, Mistress,” Shannon smiled, stepping naked into the room. She had a mature grace, her breasts large and ripe, milk beading her dark nipples. Like the other concubines, Christy had enhanced Shannon with abilities: she was fast, strong, and agile. She could grasp a Djinn and hold onto them while they were in their elemental forms, and her body could secrete pheromones to counter Si'lat's sexual domination. And Christy gave a few of the more endowed women lactating breasts. “I'm fine. I need to find this. I feel it's important.” Shannon sat down next to Christy, her breasts jiggling, a ...

... bead of milk running down her heavy breast. “You need a pick me up,” she smiled, her finger sliding up to her left breast and tracing her areola. “Something to stimulate you and keep you focused.” Christy licked her lips. “A midnight snack would be nice.” Shannon ran her fingers through Christy's brunette curls, pulling the younger woman's face closer to her heavy breast. Christy's mouth opened, her tongue slid out and swirled about her fat nipple, gathering the sweet milk. The flavor exploded on her lips. It was just so juicy and wonderful. Her lips sealed tight about the nipple. Shannon stroked her hair as Christy suckled. Warm milk squirted into her mouth, the creamy delight swirling about. Christy groaned, swallowing, the warm, mother's milk sliding down into her stomach. She sucked harder, drinking more and more breast milk down. This is the best idea I've ever had. Soft hands touched Christy's hips. Her concubine, Sable, lifted her up and Christy let the concubine guide her into a kneeling position. Lips kissed Christy's asscheek, teeth lightly nibbling. She nursed harder, sucking down the milk as Sable's lips kissed across her round butt. “I love you, Mistress,” Sable moaned. The woman had no choice—Sable took the full blast of a Love Elemental's attack, forever twisting her mind to love Christy. It was Sable's own fault for attacking Christy. “Your body is divine. I love kissing.” Her lips pressed into Christy's butt-crack. “And licking.” Her tongue slid warm and wet ...