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

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

... the fury roaring around the man, seeking to calm it. “The weapons,” boomed the man at the storm's center. “Why did I ever send those weapons away? I could have defeated Rashid with them! But I listened to that old hag!” The man fought her control over the wind, trying to whip his dust about and hurt the concubines. But Fumi wasn't going to let him win. The winds were hers. She held Windfeather. Not this man. Fatima led the charge, racing down the hallway. “Banzai!” she screamed, her spear rippling with heat. Fumi channeled more of her personality through the bow, stilling all the dust in the air until it floated harmlessly, drifting down to the ground. The man just stood there, facing Fatima's charge. Ann, Kayleah, and Lois were on her heels. “She can do it,” Christy whispered, stepping up beside Fumi. Fatima's spear stabbed into the man. He laughed and became dust, slamming into Fatima. Her wife gave a startled yelp and then was buried in an avalanche of dust that swept down the hallway. It roared and rasped, the dust almost flowing like a water as it flooded the corridor. The concubines were swept up, screaming as they were pushed before the tide of dust that raced right for Fumi and Christy, eager to swallow them up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cool air rushed against Kyle's cheek. The door shuddered. Something struck it from the other side, splintering it enough for a single crack to let air flow through, bringing hope to Kyle in the blistering inferno. Britney huddled ...

... against him, using what little moisture was in the air to try and cocoon them from the heat and smoke. It wasn't much. The sapphire the room was constructed from blocked all forms of mental communication, including his power to command the earth. But there was a chink in the armor. He slipped his commands through the crack, ordering the rocks that made the floors and walls of the palace beyond the sapphire room to slam into the door. A great, loud thud rattle the room, the door ringing as it cracked. “You're doing it,” hissed Britney. He focused on his commands, fighting off the smoke choking him. Another chunk of wall slammed into the door. Like shattered glass, shards of sapphire rained down on them as the door burst inward. Kyle groaned as a large piece struck his head. Pain flared as his head rang. Smoke billowed out in a great rush through the shattered door. Britney pushed him through, and they stumbled out into the hallway, coughing for breath. “Kyle!” Aaliyah screamed and to his amazement, his Genie wife caught him as he staggered, pressing her body against him. The hallway was littered in piles of dust and his concubines looked flushed from exertion. “What's going on?” Kyle coughed. “My father's alive,” Aaliyah whispered. “He attacked me. Tried to kill me. He's Unbound.” “Just like the Ifrit in there,” groaned Kyle. “The little houri!” a voice cackled from inside the counsel room. “So Khiana failed to kill you. Now I get the pleasure!” An explosion rocked the floor. ...