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

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

... “Let my fires warm you this night.” She turned, kneeling, presenting herself, letting her fires burn away the red silks draping her body, revealing her dusky beauty to her master's eyes. His hands touched her, squeezing her ass, her cheeks spread open. She shuddered as his thumb brushed her asshole. Would he want to take me there? She gasped as his thumb pressed into her sphincter, stirring burning pleasure through her. She looked over her shoulder, smiling at his muscular body. This was going to be her life. The price for destroying Rashid. His cock nudged the lips of her pussy, sliding up and down her lips. His thumb stabbed deeper. Her body shuddered, his dick teasing her. She bit her lips, staring at him, wanting him to thrust his cock into her sopping depths. “Master,” she panted, pushing her hips back, the tip of his cock just entering her sopping hole. “What?” he asked, a grin on his face. “What do you want?” She could see it in his eyes; he wanted her to submit. To beg him for his cock. He liked to dominate his women. She remembered the afternoon last week when she let Kyle dominate her in the hallway to protect herself from Aaliyah's powers. “Fuck me, Master,” she moaned. “Take me like you did in the hallway!” “Because you're my slut?” he growled, sliding his dick in just another inch. “Because your horny, Ifrit cunt needs my cock?” “It does! Fuck me! I'm your slut! Your dirty, Ifrit whore!” Her body shuddered as she spoke, finding delight in submitting to him. ...

... “Please, Master, Take your pleasure in me.” He ripped his thumb out of her ass and pulled his cock back. Panic flooded her. Did she do something wrong? She let out almost a whining moan, wanting her Master to just ravish her, to plunge his cock over and over— His cock shoved into her ass. She let out a low moan, his lubed shaft plunging all the way into her bowels. He was taking her the way he wanted, not hers. She shuddered, his cock igniting an inferno through her body. He drew back and shoved back in, every inch of his cock building the fire to even more intense heat, melting her. “Fuck me, Master!” Zaritha gasped. “Oh, yes! Fuck my ass!” Aaliyah appeared before her, naked and flushed, her eyes sparkling. “You are submitting fully,” she purred, stroking Zaritha's cheek. “I am,” the Ifrit moaned, her cheek burning where her Sultana touched her. “He's my Sultan.” Aaliyah smiled, then leaned and kissed Zaritha, thrusting her tongue into the Ifrit's mouth. Kyle's thrust grew harder, his balls slapping into her taint. Zaritha pushed her hips back, gasping into the Jann's lips as she loved her Master's cock reaming her ass. The pleasure swelled inside her, sparks flying inside her. Then the fires erupted. Her pussy clenched and her ass writhed about Kyle's cock. She broke her kiss with Aaliyah, throwing back her head, her back arching, and cried out her cries into the night sky, fire dancing about her skin. “Fuck, she's hot,” groaned Kyle. Aaliyah crawled past her, pressing her naked ...