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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Fourteen: The Lust of the Concubines

... appointed and reminded her entering a palace. Fine pieces of art adorned the walls or rested on plinths and shelves. He led her into a living room, the walls hanging with swords and knives that appeared to be of the most exquisite craftsmanship with decorated guards and etchings on the gleaming steel. “Quite a collection, Principal Burke,” she gushed, walking to the weapons, letting her hips sway, the hem of her skirt teasing the possibility of exposing her ass. “One of my many passions. I've been collecting for so many years.” She turned, taking a deep breath to let her breasts heave. “I hope you're as equally passionate about what I'm offering.” He stepped up to her. “And what are you offering?” She could feel his eyes on her cleavage. “Why, magazine subscriptions. What else?” “A young woman as resourceful as you could surely come up with other assets to sell.” He's bolder than I thought. “Maybe,” she gushed, flashing him a coy smile. His hand cupped her chin, lifting her face. A tremble went through her as his powerful eyes caught her, the sensation ending between her thighs; she pressed them together. I need to stay in control. His thumb stroked her cheek. “You're a special, young woman, aren't you.” “I am,” she purred. “Maybe I'll show just how special I am.” His hand slid down her neck to her shoulder, playing with the hem of her blouse. “And what would it take to find out.” His fingers dipped under her blouse, tracing her neckline down to her breasts. “I'm dying to ...

... find out. It's almost painful.” She reached out and touched his crotch; he groaned as she stroked his hardening cock. “I can tell. It would be cruel of me not to help you out.” “Very cruel.” “You just have to promise me one thing.” She squeezed harder. “What?” “To do me a little favor when I ask.” He pulled away from her. What is going on? “This isn't the right place for this discussion. We should be in a more...intimate place.” Perfect. She followed him as he strode across the room, his black robes swishing with his long gait, forcing her to almost jog after him to keep up. Their feet echoed on the wooden floors of the hallway that led to a heavy door. He opened it, cold air wafted out of the dark portal. She could just make out stairs going down. “What do you have down there, a dungeon?” Zaritha asked. “Yes.” His grin was full of confidence. “A young, confident woman shouldn't have any fear of a little dungeon.” If she was a normal mortal girl, she would be afraid, but what could this man do to her? She was living fire. With a whim of her thoughts, she could set that black robe on fire and delight as he screamed in pain if he attacked her—that was the only time she could kill a Mortal in their realm. Rules stronger than steel bound the Hidden People. She walked down into the darkness, the echoes of her footsteps resounded through the musty air. He followed, the door booming close behind her, then lights flicked on and he followed. The stairs led to a dungeon. Manacles hung ...