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

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

... out a shuddering sob. “...it should be fine now that father's dead.” “Should be isn't enough.” Anger hardened Kyle's face. “I want that Vizier brought to me. I want some answers!” “We're on it, Master,” Shannon said. “We'll be in the throne room. If Sihab is dead than Aaliyah is the Sheikh or Sheikhess.” “I'm not the Sheikha,” Aaliyah answered, shaking her head. “Sihab will have a son. Maybe not fully matured, but he will rule once he comes of age.” “Fine. Bring me the Vizier, Shannon.” Kyle tossed Shannon a diamond collar. “This will keep him from escaping.” “We won't fail you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle sat on the tourmaline throne, his wives flanking him on small chairs Aaliyah conjured. Zaritha sat at his feet, restored by Fatima's fire. His concubines, the ones that didn't go to hunt down the Vizier, lounged about, looking sexy and dangerous. Many had been beaten up in the scuffle, but the witches patched up their wounds. The Jann, who seemed to have all fled before the attack, filed back in, looking downcast. Kyle fixed hard eyes on them. None had any spine. They all had stood aside while Aaliyah's insane father set them up to attack. Because we had been too trusting. We let our guard down. None of these Genie can be trusted. The doors thrust open and Shannon and Chyna dragged the Vizier between them, the diamond collar about his throat. He blubbered, tears running down his wrinkled cheeks to his snowy beard. The Jann nobles all quieted, watching the Vizier ...

... with apprehension. “Master,” Shannon smiled, throwing the Jann at the feet of his throne. “I'm sorry, your greatness,” blubbered the Vizier. “I had to. He was the Sheikh. His word is the law in Khoshilat Maqandeli. I could no more oppose him than the sun can oppose setting at night. Mercy. Please.” “How can he ever trust you?” Aaliyah asked. “Sihab ibn al-Jann, my noble brother, swore our tribe to Kyle, declaring him the Sultan. Yet you conspired to betray him. How can such feckless service be forgiven?” Kyle blinked in surprise and had to resist looking at her and gaping. She sound so majestic, a queen addressing her servant. “I was afraid. Your father was wild. Deranged. He threatened my daughters. Please, your Exaltedness. Show mercy to a foolish, old man. I will swear to be your servant.” “What oath can hold you?” Aaliyah asked. “I know of only one.” “By the laws of creation that bind me, I swear to give leal service to Kyle Unmei, Sultan of the Hidden People. As Steward for Yusuf ibn al-Jann, the infant son of Sihab, I bind the Jann tribe to your cause.” Aaliyah gave a nod. “Then we need to figure out our next step,” Kyle stated. “One of the five tribe is behind us. How do we get the Ghul, Si'lat, and Ifrit to join our side?” “I know how to deliver the Ifrit,” Zaritha said. “The court should be cleared,” Britney said. “Only those you trust should hear her words.” “Very wise,” cackled an old crone, striding out of the crowd of Jann nobleman. Kyle frowned leaning over to ...