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

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

... she drifted off to sleep, the concubines cuddled up around her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Ruins of Alexandria, Egypt “Ishtar, breath new life into this ruined parchment.” Christy's amber amulet flared to life as the scraps of parchment she found shimmered, the destroyed text restored by the spell. She could read the ancient Demotic thanks to a translation spell she had cast earlier. Disappoint shot through her. It wasn't the scroll that held the key for Aaliyah to conceive Kyle's child. The scrying pointed to the answer being found in the lost Library of Alexandria. But after a day, Christy, Sable, and Phillipa hadn't found the right scroll. Christy reached into the shell, brushing away the silt to find another scrap of parchment when her pantaloons were yanked off her hips and soft lips nuzzled at her ass. “Sable,” Christy said as her concubine's tongue nuzzled at her asshole. “Let's take a break and make love, Mistress,” Sable moaned, her hand sliding between Christy's thighs to brush at her pussy. Christy moaned, a shudder passing through her as the concubine's skilled touch sent pleasure through her. She wanted to relent, but she also wanted to find the key for Aaliyah to conceive. She deserves to experience this joy. Christy's hand stroked her belly. She wasn't showing yet, she was only two months pregnant, but soon she would start to swell and show. Sable's tongue nuzzled at her pussy, insistent and demanding. She leaned against the shelf, letting the witch ...

... lick her pussy. Sable would always be devoted to her. The Love Elemental's attack insured that. Christy tried to ignore her tongue probing up into her pussy, itching her flesh. Soft fingers found her budding clit, stroking them. Christy shuddered, trying to focus on the piece of parchment before her. The pleasure swelled inside her. Sable knew just where to lick. She cast the spell anyways. The scroll grew in her hand. “Oh, wow,” Christy moaned, trying to read the Demotic script. It was an alphabet based of hieroglyphics, but the text was written in Koine Greek. Sable rolled her clit, shudders of bliss pouring through her as she concentrated on the dry text. It was a mystic scroll. The Mystery Religions were born in Egypt, spreading through Greece and the rest of the world. Witchcraft had been born in this ancient land, and Alexandria was were all their knowledge had been kept. “You taste so delicious,” purred Sable. “Cum for me, Mistress.” Christy groaned, her concubine slurping with persistence, feasting on her pussy juices. Her stomach tensed, a shudder wracking through her. She concentrated on the scroll, reading the text, ignoring the pleasure spasming through her body. Her eyes widened. “This is it, Sable!” A great shudder spasmed through her body. She leaned against the ancient, clay shelf, clutching the scroll as excitement and passion trembled through her, pouring out into Sable's hungry mouth. Christy stumbled back, clutching the scroll. “We found it, Sable!” Her ...