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

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

... she was growing. The temperature plummeted, frost riming the floor. “She pulls heat out of the air to make her fires?” Christy gasped. “I never realized it.” “To make an average fire, I doubt she had to lower the temperature around her by more than a degree or two. But she's making an inferno.” Fumi's voice sounded awed. “Mistress is roasting him,” Teleisia nodded, her ebony face battered. “Listen to his screams.” The Unbound Jann's pain-filled voice rose over the roaring bonfire. When the fire died, the floor was warped and bubbled, and a melted glass statue of a man gleamed in the the light flickering from Fatima's spear. The young woman stood beside that statute naked, her clothes consumed in the inferno. She had a satisfied smile on her face as she stared at the dead Jann. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaliyah stumbled as Kyle pulled her along, trying to keep up with her husband's pace. Fire roared behind them, the twisted Ifrit melting through all the obstacles Kyle placed in the monster's path. Fear hammered in her heart. “I'm slowing you down, my love,” Aaliyah called out, cursing the diamond collar about her neck. “Leave me behind.” “So he can burn you?” Kyle growled. “I'll die first.” He stopped, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her over his strong shoulder. She dangled, staring behind them as he ran, his pace slower now that he was carrying her. Britney hissed in frustration as Kyle struggled to keep up. Stone cracked and shattered, and heat rolled down the ...

... hallway as the Ifrit melted through another wall. Kyle's katana flared gold. Another wall of stone erupted behind them. Almost instantly, the stones glowed cherry red. “We're going too slow,” growled Britney. “You have to run faster.” “I can carry her, Master,” Ms. Capello shouted, clutching her broken wrist. “No. she's my wife.” Aaliyah felt a surge of happiness at her husband's rock-hard determination. He vaulted over a archway looking out onto a small garden, the group cutting across. Another wall erupted, dirt fountaining into the air. Green plants whipped at them as they ran through the garden before Kyle vaulted over a low wall back into the palace. Kyle's breath was labored, coughs wracking his body. “This is not working, Kyle,” Britney hissed. “You inhaled too much smoke. You cannot keep this up.” “Aaliyah, I wish you were as light as a feather so I can carry you to a garden bower and make love to you.” “Done,” the Djinn gasped, her power flowing out of her. Her body felt light and airy, almost lifting up from Kyle's shoulders as he ran faster. He was no longer grunting. She was no longer slowing him down. Aaliyah didn't understand why fighting Aljihm in the garden was better than in the palace, but she trusted her husband. “That way,” Britney snarled. “I think I know your plan. I can smell it.” Kyle turned left, his slippered feet pounding down the hallway. Aaliyah realized they were in Sihab's harem. Kyle shouldn't be in here. This was a place for only women. She ...