The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harem of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harem of the Warrior

... The sight of the city buoyed everyone spirits. They walked faster, eager to reach shelter. In the skies above, whirling sand flew, Jann flitting about them. Aaliyah nodded up at them, her back straightening, her walk and bearing becoming regal. Kyle emulated her, placing his hand upon Earthbones hanging from a belt at his side. The concubines began to strut and even Fumi marched with a more grace then she had possessed all afternoon, no longer wilted by the pounding sun. “Make us clean,” Christy whispered. “We need to look impressive.” “Right,” Aaliyah nodded, and the dust vanished from all their clothing as they neared the edge of the city. It was built right upon the sand, a sharp line delineating the alabaster buildings and paved streets from the desert. Jann flashed down from the sky, the whirling dust taking on their human forms. They looked like Aaliyah, dusky skin, black hair, their eyes dark brown or yellow. They bowed, calling out in Arabic, their words rolling across Kyle's ears. “What are they saying?” Kyle whispered. Aaliyah started, then blinked. “Make a wish to understand them,” she responded. “This is your home, you need to speak to them.” Kyle did, and suddenly he heard the cries of “Savior,” and “the Sultan.” He smiled, looking out at these people. They had been waiting for him to drive back the Marid's tyranny. From a distance, the Alabaster buildings had looked pristine and majestic, but up close he could see the cracks in the facade, the disrepair slowly ...

... consuming the Jann. They walked down the main road through the city to the palace, the domes covered in shining gold. Standing at the gates were homunculi, like the ones Aaliyah had conjured, but these gripped fearsome spears. They seemed more solid than the ones his wife had created, made of dust compressed so hard it may as well be rock now. Aaliyah trembled as they swept in, the homunculi pushing open the wooden doors before them. It was cool in the palace, the hallway did not have walls, only columns, and looked out on small gardens of verdant plants and flowers. Beautiful women lounged in these gardens, wearing gauzy, yellow silk. Aaliyah had been dressed similarly when she had appeared out of her lamp weeks ago. “Those aren't my father's wives and concubines,” she whispered, concern in her voice. “It's been a thousand years. He's probably found some more,” Kyle shrugged. “Maybe. But where is Hani'ah, Basinah, and Rahiq? What has happened since I was away?” “I'm sure we'll find out,” Kyle nodded as another, more ornately carved door, loomed ahead. Another pair of powerful homunculi guarded this door. Their broad hands reached out, pushing it open onto the court of the Jann. The floor was made of polished stone that reflected the vaulted ceiling above like a mirror. Columns spread out in two rows down the throne, studded with yellow stones. Richly dressed Jann, all male, stood in fine robes of golden silk, their beards white and oiled. A throne of Tourmaline set at the far ...