The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Five: The Warrior of Fire - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Five: The Warrior of Fire

... body. She trembled, looking down. “Yes, Master,” the Si'lat Sheikha said. “Take Kalila to the harem. Dress her in silks befitting a Sheikha and then have Sayid send word to Haleem that we have his wife and demand his presence before the day is out.” Hawaa bowed. “Come with me, Kalila,” she smiled. “Do not be afraid. Kyle will not harm you. You have nothing to fear.” “Okay,” the woman said, her eyes sweeping about. “You will be returned to your husband,” Kyle promised her. “Thank you, great one.” She bowed, clutching the blankets about her before letting Hawaa lead her out of the room. “So, we have a little bit of free time,” Fatima grinned. I need to keep researching that spell. “Yes, but I have to—” Christy's words were cut off by her fiery wife's enthusiastic kiss, carrying her down onto the bedspread. “Whatever you have to do can wait. It's time to have fun!” Fatima's mouth was eager on hers, thrusting her tongue in deep. Christy couldn't fight such burning passion, not after the excitement of the battle. There was something so primal about combat. She had enjoyed watching Kyle fighting the Ghul. He was so strong and powerful. So virile. Her warrior husband. “Aaliyah, I wish we were all naked,” Kyle said. “Done, my love,” purred the Djinn. Christy still found it strange to suddenly become naked. But Fatima's equally naked body squirming atop her did much to alleviate that problem. Fatima was an enthusiastic lover, her tongue thrusting deep into Christy's mouth as her hips ...

... writhed atop her, grinding her pussy into Christy's. A shudder ran through the witch. She humped back, her hands sliding down to cup Fatima's pumping ass. Their clits brushed, pleasure shuddering through Christy as Fatima moaned into her mouth. Fatima's hands slid up Christy's sides, sending small shivers through her body. “That is a sexy sight,” groaned Kyle. “Uh-huh,” Aaliyah purred. Strong hands touched her thighs, spreading her more apart. She could feel Kyle's callouses rough on her pussy; Christy shuddered. Fatima let out a squeal, her hips bucking hard into Christy's pussy, grinding pleasure through Christy's body. “Lick my pussy, Kyle!” moaned Fatima. Kyle's tongue licked up Christy's slit, stirring pleasure, his stubbly cheeks brushing her labia. His tongue caressed her clit then he continued up to Fatima's tasty twat. Fatima writhed, savoring their husband's tongue and tribbing Christy harder. “You must be loving your double treat,” moaned Christy as Kyle took his second lick. “Very much,” he laughed. “Tangy and tart mixing together.” His tongue probed and nuzzled into her pussy longer before moving up to Fatima's pussy. “Oh, fuck!” Christy gasped as he shoved a thick finger inside her. Kyle slurped and licked at Fatima's pussy as two of his thick fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. Christy bucked her hips, sliding her clit around Fatima's juicy cunt as Kyle reamed her. She squeezed down, loving his fingers. “We have the best husband,” groaned Fatima. “Oh, yes. ...