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

... series of overhand strikes. “Your style is foreign, but it is skilled.” “Thank you,” Kyle inclined his head before responding with a horizontal cut. “Who would you rather serve? The Marid that misuses your people, or a warrior that will treat all the Djinn equally.” “You married a Jann,” Haleem pointed out. “And took a Si'lat and Ifrit for concubines.” Haleem's face soured. “Zaritha is the one that betrayed my wife. She was Kalila's trusted handmaiden.” “Zaritha has paid for her crimes and saved my wife's life.” “She hasn't paid her debt to me!” Haleem's voice crackled. Kyle faced down the fire burning in Haleem's face. “She is mine. You will not touch her. Whether I have your allegiance will not change that.” “You are loyal.” The Ifrit's anger faded, replaced by a ready smile and a nod. “You would actually keep her, even if it meant my refusal of this alliance?” “Yes. I will defeat the Marid with or without your help. Though I'd rather have your help.” He stepped back, lowering his scimitar. “Then you shall have it. The Ifrit are yours, Sultan. You have restored my precious flower to me. You could have compelled me to serve you, but you didn't.” “Then I would be like Rashid.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fatima took another drink of the wine, loving the warm fog that made everything seem so nice at the feast. Her brother had been so handsome and strong as he had dueled Haleem. She couldn't stop thinking about the fight all through the celebratory feast. He sat nearby, ...

... reclined on a few pillows, Christy and Fumi on either side of him, their heads resting on his shoulder. She rose, her silks caressing her skin as she walked, soft and smooth, making her feel so alive. “Hello, big bro,” she grinned, falling to her knees before him, her hand reaching out to caress his cock through his white pantaloons. “Are you drunk?” Kyle asked. “Maybe,” she giggled. “And I'm so horny.” Her hand pressed into his crotch, stroking him through his pantaloons. “Make love to me, big bro. Your wife needs her husband.” He seized her, pulling her into his lap. “I can never deny you anything. You're just so cute.” “I know,” she grinned, batting her eyelashes. “I'm just cute and innocent.” Christy snorted with laughter. “You are anything but innocent, dear wife.” She pushed Fatima's red veil to the side, her own black veil had fallen away a while ago, and their lips met. Kyle's cock stirred beneath her ass. Fatima shifted, grinding on him, her twitching pussy growing wetter. She moaned into Christy's mouth, thrusting her tongue in deep. Fumi's hand began roaming Fatima's body, cupping her budding breast through her silk and pinching her hard nipple. Fatima liked that, her own reaching out to fondle Fumi's larger tit, pushing down her top to fondle her. “That is hot,” groaned Kyle. His hand pulled down her red, silk top, exposing her budding breasts. Fatima didn't care if everyone at the party could see her making love to her husband and wives. Kyle's finger was strong, ...