The Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines

... and a low-cut blouse that showed off her lovely, round breasts. She had studied the male fantasy and copied the naughty schoolgirl look perfectly. White socks came up to her knees, a tartan skirt barely covered her ass, and a pristine, white blouse that showed off her lovely tits. Principal Burke would easily succumb to her temptations. And once he had tasted her fire, he would be Zaritha's willing slave. A powerful weapon to use against Kyle and his damned Jann wife. She didn't understand how Sultan Rashid bin al-Marid failed to know that the Jann Royal Weapons had been sent with the houri. “So much for the all-knowing Marid intelligence,” she snorted. The Ifrit took one last look at herself in the mirror. No man could resist her charms. She became a whirlwind of fire, zipping through the morning sky. No mortal would see her, she used more illusions to conceal herself as she zipped through the air. The Principal's house was in a rich neighborhood on the edge of South Hill, off a street called Shaw Road. It was perched on the edge of the hill overlooking a green valley dotted with homes and farms, a blue river winding through it from the majestic Mount Rainier. Burke had power to live in such an opulent house, and Zaritha burned for that power. She landed on his porch, returning to her humanoid form, abandoning her true flesh—fire and smoke. The air was crisp and cold this morning, frost covering everything as the sun peaked over the mountains. Her nipples hardened, poking ...

... at the thin fabric of her top. She'd be cold if she wasn't made of fire itself. She adjusted her tits, making sure they were almost about to fall out her top, her flesh jiggling with her every movement, then she put a vapid expression on her face and rang the doorbell. Her domination powers worked best when the target had a compromised emotional state. Her pussy itched, a bead of juice working its way down her thigh as she waited. Her lusts were burning hot; she couldn't wait to dominate this man. He wasn't ugly and she did so delight in forcing her lovers to pleasure her. She'd conjure a crop and whip his back as his tongue whipped her clit, eager to make her cum to end the lashes. So wonderful. The door yanked open and Principal Burke blinked in surprise at her. He was wrapped in a black bathrobe, and a smile crossed his handsome, distinguished face as he drank in the sight of her. She could almost taste the lust bleeding off of him. His aura was diamond, so strong, she would have to really compromise his emotional state to dominate him. “What a pleasant surprise, Miss Lyndon.” Lexie Lyndon was the disguise she wore in the mortal world. “And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit.” “I'm selling magazine subscriptions,” she laughed, thrusting her chest out so he couldn't help but see her luscious orbs bounce and sway. “Brr, it's cold. Can I come in so I can tempt you with a subscription.” “Absolutely. I love to be tempted by young women.” I bet you do. His house was richly ...