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

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

... a few minutes when Britney stepped into the room. “It is time to get ready.” Kyle looked up at her, pushing down his grief. He couldn't afford to be weak. “All right.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hecate commanded and her vessel had to obey. Faiza's piteous cries and moans couldn't reach the goddess. The woman was powerless. She had accepted to be Hecate's vessel. It didn't matter that her memory had yet to return after the trauma of her rebirth. She was Hecate's puppet now. The vessel left Rashid slumbering, spent from his repeated use of Faiza's body. Cum dripped out of the woman's holes. More degradation heaped on Faiza's soul. Hecate's plans were proceeding, but Rashid was proving far more stubborn than she had hoped. “You shouldn't walk through the halls naked,” Makerah said, striding out of the darkness. The handsome, unbound Marid leered at Hecate. “I am the Sultana now,” she made Faiza say. “I can walk how I please.” Makerah's deep-blue eyes flickered down, his smile growing as he witnessed his father's cum running down Faiza's thigh. “Well, you pleased him, anyway. You earned your position.” Hecate heard the whore even though he didn't say it. “I did please him.” Faiza's voice had a purring timbre that every man seemed to respond to. She was the perfect vessel for this goal. Makerah's hand was bold as he reached out and seized Faiza's breast, giving the heavy melon a squeeze; Hecate delighted in the shiver of pleasure that ran through her vessel's body. “You ...

... shouldn't touch your father's wife.” He laughed like the booming surf. “I seize what I want.” “Isn't that how you became unbound?” Hecate purred through Faiza. “You tried to seize what belonged to your father. And once again, you make that mistake.” “I only take what is freely offered,” he grinned, thumbing Faiza's dusky nipple. “And you want to offer me every delight that my father took.” “Every delight.” Another shudder passed through Faiza's body as he rolled her nipple. “You can take whatever you want from me.” Rashid was cold and calculating, the very soul of a Marid. But Makerah was Unbound, a shattered Marid. Caution, forethought, calculation were all missing from him, drained out when his violation of Djinn law shattered him. He could be useful if the father proves intractable. The process had all ready begun. Her tendrils of influence were worming through Makerah's body faster than through Rashid. The Sultan resisted her subtlety on some, deep level. But Makerah wanted to revel in her body and experience all that she had to offer without thought of the consequences. But my opportunities to imprint him will be small. If Rashid found out his new wife had cuckolded him, Hecate doubted he would react well. Their alliance may not be shattered, but Makerah would be dealt with and Hecate would find her vessel on a far shorter leash. “It's a shame you're not strong enough to challenge your father,” Hecate made Faiza purr, forcing the woman to stroke his muscular chest. “I would ...