The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem

... pushed down her people's laws; they hardly mattered right now. Sunlight fell on her. They were outside in the harem gardens. Britney seemed to be leading them, guiding them through the perfumed beauty of flowering vines hanging from trellis amid shady persimmon trees. Fire crackled behind them. The gardens burning. “There!” Britney shouted. “That is what you wanted, right?” “Yes!” Water splashed at Kyle's feet, drops striking her face. He whirled around setting her down in the shin-deep water and thrusting her behind him. Aaliyah pressed against his back, trembling as Aljihm's inferno neared. “This is perfect,” Kyle said. “You understand what to do, Britney.” “I do,” she grinned, her face striped black. “This might work.” I wish I knew what the plan is. The gardens burned, ash raining down on them, spreading around the pool. The concubines flanked around Kyle, crouched and wary. Britney drew her dagger, watering dripping from the blade, the pool rippling about their feet as Britney guided the liquid. Aaliyah's eyes widened. “You're a genius, Kyle,” she whispered. “You think to cower in a pool?” Aljihm sneered, striding out of the inferno. His body was blackened and burned, but he seemed to be in no pain. “You think that little water can snuff out my inferno?” The Ifrit stepped into the water. It hissed and steamed, boiling about his feet. “My fire's burn hot!” he roared, thrusting his fist forward. Flames shot at them, the water flashing to steam before it. The water at their ...

... feet surged and lifted up, swallowing the flames. Then Britney threw the boiling water at the Ifrit, hissing and popping as it streaked through the air, leaving a trial of steam behind. The water seemed to explode into billowing white when it struck Aljihm, damp, hot mist rolling around them. Kyle surged forward, disappearing into the thick, white steam. Fire crackled and Aaliyah's heart leapt into her throat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle surged forward into the billowing steam, protected from its scalding heat by Britney's power. Through the earth, Kyle could feel where Aljihm stood. He commanded the mud at the Ifrit's feet to rise up, seizing him by the ankles while he raised his sword. Britney was at his side, hissing in excitement. Light flared in front of him, fiery orange, thrusting forward. But water was all around them. Kyle knew Britney would understand the advantage. Just because it was steam, didn't mean she couldn't control it. The air suddenly condensed, the steam precipitating into rain that fell right on the Ifrit's fire, dousing it. “That won't work!” the Ifrit bellowed. Heat rolled into Kyle as he raised his sword. “My flames burn too hot!” Kyle's sword flashed down, sparkling gold. Aljihm saw the attack and shot his fire forward. But he hadn't gathered the heat enough. Britney's water slowed him down, giving Kyle the time to cross the distance. The Ifrit tried to pull away, but his feet were trapped. So he became fire. “Now, Britney!” He commanded the ...