The Battered Lamp Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Sixteen: The Orgy of the Concubines

... hand, tugging and stretching out her nipple. Phillipa gasped, her orgasm prolonged by the pain. Britney savored the velvet massaging her dick, inspiring her hips to pump faster. “Kiss me!” moaned Phillipa, her eyes squeezed shut. “Love me!” Britney put her weight on her mate, their breasts rubbing together as she pumped away. Their lips met and passion was shared. Britney moaned into her mate's lips as the pleasure mounted, growing to an intense itch at the tip of her cock. She thrust harder and faster, eager to scratch that itch and satisfy her lust. Flesh slapped together, ringing through the room as the two lovers kissed and moaned, sharing their newly forged love. Britney's strokes grew erratic, her orgasm nearing. She had to cum. She had to release the pleasure growing inside her. She thrust her tongue deep in to Phillipa's mouth and buried her cock all the way into her mate's cunt and came. Cum erupted into Phillipa's cunt. The fuzziness in her head became clarity. Phillipa was her slave and mate. She collapsed, nuzzling Phillipa's neck, licking on her flesh as she came down from the high of her orgasm. “That was amazing,” moaned Phillipa. “Thank you!” Britney just nodded, still nuzzling her new mate, licking her ear. “The only commands you have to follow is this: you do not obey Hecate or any of her servants and you must find a new Goddess to serve. I'd prefer Ishtar.” “Yes, my love!” she groaned, the words forced out of her mouth. “I must obey!” “Yes, you must,” ...

... sighed Britney. She didn't want to move. She wanted to stay draped over the warm form of her mate and luxuriating in the feel of her silky flesh and the scent of their love making—sour sweat, salty cum, tart pussy. So wonderful. A knock at her door spoiled her mood. “Yes,” she sighed, wondering why Kyle and Aaliyah were here, their scents trickling into the room, barely noticeable over the wonderful musk Britney had created with her mate. “It's me. Kyle.” “Come in,” she sighed. He opened the door then blinked. “Er, sorry. I didn't think.” His Djinn wife, Aaliyah, was behind him, her eyes lighting up with interest. Britney had found her mate, so she didn't see anything attractive at all about the Djinn anymore. She gave her mate one last lick, then climbed off of her, her softening cock swinging between her thighs. “What can I do for you, Kyle.” “Um, we need to talk to Phillipa. Have you broken her?” “I have made her my mate.” Britney couldn't help smiling at her words, and Kyle grinned back. “That's great. So she's your wife, then?” “Yes, she is.” She glanced back at Phillipa and a grin beamed across her flushed face. “What do you want?” Kyle produced a large gem from a bag, it's facets hued like the rainbow and a fiery brilliance seemed to burn in the gem as it caught the light. Britney cocked her head, searching her memories for what that could be. “It is a Panacea,” she realized, her eyes widening. “Oh, my Goddess, it is!” gasped Phillipa. “Where did you get one? I thought they ...