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

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

... rather be your Sultana than your boring, aged father's.” “Did he pass out in the middle of fucking you?” “And left me so frustrated.” She made Faiza squirm and let out a throaty moan. “I need a real man, not a limp, senile husk.” Makerah seized Faiza's hand, thrusting it down his pantaloons to seize his hard cock. “Is this what you need?” “That's not strong enough for me. I need a man that is stronger than my husband.” She made Faiza lean in and whisper into Makerah's ear, “But you could be. With my help.” He shuddered as her vessel squeezed his cock. “What help?” “I am a witch. I serve Hecate. I could enhance you. Make you far more than just a Marid.” “How?” Such greed was in his voice. Such lust for power. He wasn't thinking. He didn't consider what hidden snares surrounded Hecate's tasty treat. “You would need to surrender your essence into my hands. I would have to mold you.” She made Faiza pull his cock out, bringing it to her dripping pussy. “I would have to touch every part of you and make you so much more.” He thrust his cock into her vessel; Hecate savored the rush of pleasure. “And I could defeat my father.” “Oh, yes!” she moaned through Faiza, reveling in the pleasure that cock churned through her vessel. Faiza's body reacted, writhing instinctively into his thrust. “Open yourself up to me. Let me touch your core. You'll enjoy it as much as my cunt.” “You whore!” he gasped. “Give it to me! I want everything you possess! I'll take it all. You can do what you want ...

... to me!” Hecate gasped for pleasure, a climax racing through her vessel's body. She had his consent. As Faiza's pussy massaged and convulsed about Makerah's thrusting cock, her tendrils drove deeper into him, changing him, molding him. Conditioning him to her control. He crushed her against the wall, the power of his thrusts growing as she rummaged through the Unbound Marid's essence. He sucked at Faiza's neck, grunting like a wild animal. Faiza ached with the strength of his thrust, a pleasant pain that mixed with the pleasure of his cock. “Cum in me!” Hecate moaned through Faiza, a second, delicious orgasm wracking her body. “Give everything to me!” Makerah slammed into Faiza. His cock throbbed. Hot cum pumped into Faiza. His essence. Makerah would be all hers. She let the bliss wash through her. If Rashid should fail her needs, his replacement waited. “Yes!” she cried out. Such power was within her grasp. The Hidden Realms would be hers. Killing Kyle would merely be a bonus. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zaritha wove the image of Jabal al-Dhukan out of crackling fire. It rose out of the barren, red waste of the Ghul lands. A single, rearing mountain. Its slopes were the same, rust red as the rest of the wastelands, but its summit was scorched black. It was like some great fire had consumed the top of the mountain. Britney leaned closer, examining the slopes, looking at the terrain. It was open. There were very little folds or wrinkles to the mountain. No canyons or draws. It ...