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

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

... open and smiled. “Hi, Fumi.” “Christy,” the blind woman smiled back, her lips smeared with cum and pussy juices. Christy leaned back and savored her next orgasm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kalila trembled before Kyle's throne, swathed in red silks, a veil and shawl covering her lovely face. Kyle's concubines surrounded the throne, lounging with a deceptive casualness, swathed in purple silks. Hawaa, his concubine and Sheikha of the Si'lat, knelt at Kyle's feet. “Fatima, sit with your back straight,” Aaliyah admonished. “You are Kyle's Sultana. You do him disrespect by slouching upon your throne.” “Geez,” Fatima groaned, rolling her almond-shaped eyes beneath her red shall, a veil hiding her lips. “Chill, Aaliyah.” “The Sheikh of the Ifrit is coming to treat with our husband,” Aaliyah hissed.” “Fine.” Fatima straightened in her throne to Kyle's right. “There. Happy?” Aaliyah, sitting to his left, nodded. “Good. You will make our husband proud.” Fatima rolled her eyes a second time. Kyle grinned, took her hand, and kissed her fingers. “Humor her.” “Yes, big bro.” Her eyes flashed. “It's just fun teasing her.” “He comes,” Britney whispered. She stood in the vizier’s position, just to the right and behind his throne, swaddled in blue silk. Phillipa and Sable were back there, too, whispering as they maintained the protection spells that surrounded the throne. Sayid, the Jann's vizier, was not happy to be excluded from Kyle's councils. Someone had betrayed Kyle's plans to the ...

... Marid. When they had gone to Jabal al-Dukhan this morning to rescue Kalila, the Ghuls had been waiting. It had to be one of the Jann standing in the court that claimed to serve Kyle. Unless it was one of my family. Kyle didn't want to suspect his women. It would be so easy. Christy had betrayed him out of jealousy once, maybe she could do it again. He pushed that thought down, glancing over at Christy on the other side of Aaliyah, wrapped in black silk. She met his eyes and he could see the love in her hazel depths. There was no way she could have been the traitor. It had to be one of these Jann. They knew our next step was to free Kalila, and Rashid must have deduced where Zaritha had hidden the Ifrit Sheikha. The great stone doors of the throne room opened and whirling fire soared in past homunculi that guarded the throne. The flames resolved into the Ifrit. They were tall and lanky, their hair black as coal. All had scimitars thrust through their red sashes. At the center stood a richly dressed man, his eyes as hard as black diamonds, his brown chest rippling with muscles. Kalila let out a pleased sound, striding forward and falling to the floor and pressing her veiled face to his feet. Her body shook as she cried. The man, Haleem ibn al-Ifrit, fixed his eyes at Kyle, his body taunt, tensed. Kyle recognized his stance and rose from his throne, returning Haleem's gaze with equal strength. This all could still go wrong. Silence gripped the court as Kyle stared down the Ifrit. ...