The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

... make each other happy.” “Perhaps we should retire to somewhere more private,” Aaliyah suggested. “You have a lot to tell your mother about.” “Like Kyle being a father,” Chyna smiled, touching her stomach. “What?” his mother gasped. “She's not the only one,” Fatima added. “My period should have started two days ago. You're going to be a grandmother!” Epilogue: The Harem of Delights Wednesday, October 29th – The Ruins of Alexandria, Egypt Britney studied the rippling wall of seawater. It was fascinating staring out into the Mediterranean from the submerged ruins of Alexandria. Half-buried stone columns and walls peaked out of the silt deposited by the Nile. The seabed was covered in seaweed and sea creatures while fish flashed through the murky water. Waterclaw glowed blue at her waist as she channeled back the water. She didn't have to concentrate anymore. After nine months with the katar, she had become so used to controlling water, she didn't even have to think about it any longer. “It's so fascinating to watch,” Phillipa announced, slipping up behind her. “Have you discovered the scroll?” Phillipa pressed into Britney's back, her arms reaching around to stroke Britney's stomach. Britney loved the feel of her mate pressing into her back and her warm breath on her neck. The Rakshasa's cock stirred in her silk pantaloons. “No,” Phillipa sighed. “Christy and Sable are searching deeper into the complex.” “And what are you doing?” Britney shuddered as Phillipa's hand slid ...

... higher up her body, brushing the bottom of her breasts beneath her silk vest. Then her hand slipped beneath the garment to squeeze her heavy tit. “Taking a break.” She had such a playful tone to her voice; Britney's cock hardened. “I brought some toys.” “Such as?” “Ropes, a chain flogger, nipple weights.” “A butt plug?” Phillipa's hand squeezed Britney's breast. “I wouldn't want to be spanked without one.” The lust burned through Britney. Her cock pressed against her pantaloons. She had to ravish her mate. She spun about, kissing Phillipa's lush lips, her hand stroking the pale-olive complexion of Phillipa's round face, Phillipa's slanted eyes squeezing shut as Britney seized her mouth. Her hand ripped open Phillipa's white, silk blouse, her breasts spilling out. Britney seized her nipples, pinching them hard; Phillipa moaned in pain. Britney's cock throbbed harder. “Little slut,” Britney hissed. “You just wanted to be fucked in your naughty cunt!” “So bad!” Britney twisted a nipple, pain swimming in Phillipa’s dark eyes. A tear leaked down her cheek. Britney licked up the salty drop, savoring her mate's pain. It made her harder, and the Rakshasa could smell how wet it made Phillipa. “Take your clothes off,” Britney commanded. “A slut doesn't need to wear anything.” “Yes, Mistress.” Britney's blood burned as her mate submitted to her lusts, discarding her ruined blouse and wiggling out of her pantaloons, throwing them on the silty floor. A hint of blood caught Britney's nose, ...