The Battered Lamp Ch. 30

"Fuck your ass with my big, thick cock."

She shuddered. "No man has ever entered me there."

"Good." Kyle spanked her dusky ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "Reach behind you and spread your asscheeks apart like a good slut."

"No," she moaned. "I'm the Sheikha of the Si'lat. I will not let you violate me there."

Kyle smacked her ass. "And I'm your Sultan. You will obey me. I can see it in your eyes. You're just a submissive slut. You thought you were powerful, but deep inside you yearned for a man strong enough to make you his slut." Kyle smacked her ass a third time, bringing a wonderful cry from her lips. "Now obey your Master, slut!"

Her hands trembled as she reached behind her, spreading her dusky, reddening cheeks apart. Her asshole clenched as she panted, her hips writhing. Kyle draped his muscular body over her. His cock probed between her asscheeks, finding her sphincter.

"What were you going to do when you dominated me?"

"Nothing," Hawaa moaned, shaking her hips. "I was wrong to try. Please satiate your lust with my asshole."

"Not until you tell me your real plan," Kyle hissed, letting his cock nudge her backdoor. "What did you hope to accomplish?"

"I...I..."

"Tell me, whore!"

"I was... I can't say... I was wrong!"

Kyle seized a fistful of her black hair, yanking her head around to face him over her shoulder. "Tell me!"

"I was going to give you over to Rashid!" she cried out, tears running out of her eyes. "Forgive me. I will be your most humble servant."

"You'll be my whore. My concubine."

"Your concubine?" she gasped. "But I'm a Sheikha."

"And my whore. My loyal concubine. Say it. I know your kind. If you are my concubine, you're bound to me. Otherwise I will destroy your people for your treachery today."

"I...I'm your concubine," she surrendered with a throaty moan. "Fuck my ass, Master! I am so sorry for betraying you. Take your vengeance upon my body."

Kyle thrust his cock into her ass, her bowels velvet about his cock. He could feel her submission. She was his. Just like Aaliyah and Zaritha were. Their kind had rules. Hawaa would forever be his. He groaned as he slid his cock in and out of his newest concubine's virgin ass.

"Master," she moaned, her body shuddering beneath him. "Oh, Master. Your cock... It's so wonderful. Does my ass bring you joy?"

"So much joy," Kyle growled, fucking her harder, the bed rocking and creaking as he pounded the Si'lat's ass.

"Fuck her, Master," gasped Alexina as she fingered her ass hard beside him. Chyna and Toni where on the other side, sixty-nining and eagerly licking his cum out of each other's cunts. "Show her how much better being a concubine is!"

"So much better!" gasped the Si'lat. "Oh, Master! I was such a fool to try and betray you. To dominate you! Your cock is wonderful. Oh, wow. My ass is burning with your passion. I'm going to cum!"

Hawaa cried out "Master" as she came. Her ass convulsed about his cock. She bucked up to his thrusts, gasping and sobbing. He fucked her harder. His heavy balls slapped into her taint. Kyle grunted, his cock itching to cum.

"Take my cock, whore!" he grunted. "Take every inch you fucking slut!"

"Yes, Master! I am a slut! Your whore! Fuck me! Use me! Oh, yes! Give me your delight!"

Another cum rippled through her ass, massaging his cock with her bowel's velvet, hot grip. He shuddered, breathing in deeply--the room reeked of sweat, pussy, and cum. Such a wonderful bouquet of passion.

"Cum in her, Master!" gasped Alexina as she writhed in her own orgasm. "Do it! Flood the whore's ass!"

"Yes! Flood my whore ass!"

"I will! That's all your holes are good for. You're just my cum dump!" He slammed his cock all the way into her bowels. "Just a fucking whore!"

He loved that moment when his cock erupted. Every jet of cum that erupted sent a shiver of pleasure through him. He grunted through clenched teeth, then collapsed on his whore's back, breathing hard, his body dripping with sweat.

Aaliyah, Fumi, Fatima, and Christy appeared in the room, weapons out, fierce looks on their face. "Kyle!" cried Fumi. "She's trying to dominate you."

Kyle laughed. "I know. But I handled the whore. She's my concubine. We have our alliance."

"But..." Fatima protested. "We came to rescue you."

Kyle smiled at his wives as he pulled out Hawaa's ass. "You are the best wives ever," he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out his arms for them. "I love you all."

Their weapons vanished and Kyle scooped his four wives up in his arms.

"She planned on handing you over to the Marid," Fumi whispered.

"I know. She confessed," Kyle said, still breathing hard. "Chyna."

"Yes, Master?"

"Hawaa needs to be disciplined. Until I say otherwise, a concubine is to spank her ass. Organize the rotation."

Hawaa groaned in shock. Kyle glanced at her and she bowed her head. "Yes, Master. I deserved to be punished for my treachery."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Our bedroom is warded," Christy announced when she finished casting her spells with Sable and Phillipa's help, wiping beads of sweat. The spell had taken some energy out of the witch.

"We need to start planning. Two attacks from the Marid in a single day is a bit much. We need to seize the initiative." Kyle looked over at Zaritha. "You claimed to have the key to the Ifrit."

Zaritha nodded, standing up, her naked, dusky breasts jiggling.

"I have a question first," Fatima said, looking over at where Hawaa was bent over Ms. Capello's lap, gasping and sobbing as her ass was spanked. "Why do the Si'lat have cocks?"

"We don't all have cocks," Naila said. She and her twin sister were huddled against Fumi. Their Japanese wife had claimed the two as her personal concubines, much like Sable was Christy's. "Only a few of us do. My twin and I were shunned by our mother for that defect."

"That's really not important, Fatima," Kyle growled, fixing his sister-wife with a hard stare.

"Sorry, big bro, I was dying to know." The smaller girl squirmed in Ann and Kayleah's embraces.

"I am glad we have satisfied your curiosity," Britney stated. "For we have far more pressing concerns. Zaritha, continue."

The Ifrit nodded. "Our Sheikh, Haleem ibn al-Ifrit pledged my people's support to the Marid."

"And upset the balance of power," Aaliyah sniffed. "Your Sheikh's disgraceful maneuver has propped up Rashid for a thousand years."

"Because I kidnapped Sheikha Kalila and imprisoned her," Zaritha answered. "Rashid keeps Haleem on a leash by threatening her life. But I am also the only one who knows where she is hidden. Not even Rashid knows. I held back from him, fearing he wouldn't need me anymore and would...dispose of me."

"So, if we free her, Haleem and the Ifrit will support us?" Kyle asked.

"Yes, Master." She bit her lip. "It will not be easy to free her. It will take unity of the elements to unlock her prison."

Six shall be one, the Marid defeated. The old crone's words echoed in Christy's head and she frowned. It reminded her of something she had read. What?

"Unity of the elements?" Kyle asked.

"I imprisoned her beneath Jabal al-Dukhan."

Aaliyah gasped. "That is a terrible place."

Christy tried to concentrate on the conversation, but the crone's words itched at her mind.

"Why?" Kyle demanded.

"It is the Ghul's prison," Aaliyah answered.

"I thought it was more of an oubliette?" Britney asked. "A hole that people are thrown in and are never retrieved."

"It is," Zaritha answered. "To open the prison, the four elements must unite. The Ghul possess none, that is why the prison is in their territory. There are many holes, but I know which pit she was thrown in."

"I assume there is some sort of guardian," Kyle sighed.

"The Ghul. We would need their Sheikh's agreement to set foot on the mountain."

"How did you get his agreement a thousand years ago?" Britney asked.

"I gave him a hundred fresh corpses from a battlefield. He was most appreciative."

Christy's stomach churned. "That is disgusting."

"They are Ghul," she shrugged. "Disgusting fits them very well."

"What if we didn't have the Ghul permission?" Kyle asked. "Christy can teleport us with her staff. Could we not zip in and out?"

Zaritha cocked on eyebrow. "Perhaps. It could be risky. We might be attacked by the Ghul while we were there. The locks can take a few minutes to open, and the Ghul are allowed to feast on any mortals who wander into their territory. They will swarm if they smell fresh meat."

"I think we can handle that," Kyle said. "The concubines have proven their skill."

"Thank you, Master," Lois smiled where she lounged with one arm around Alexina and the other around Mindy.

"If we do this, it must be during the day," Britney declared. "Ghul are creatures of darkness. Look to Christy's staff for proof of that truth."

"Definitely. Ghul are perilous at night," Zaritha agreed.

"Once we have the Ifrit, do we try and get the Ghul as allies?" Fumi asked. "They sound disgusting."

"The Ifrit provide much of Rashid's power base," Britney said. "Once they are brought to our side, we shall have three tribes versus Rashid's one. Do we need them at point?"

"Then we attack!" Fatima exclaimed, jumping up. "We can take the fight straight to Rashid and topple his stupid regime."

Kyle nodded. "Once we have the Ifrit, we crush Rashid and set the Djinn to right."

"It is a good plan," moaned Hawaa.

"Quiet," hissed Ms. Capello, landing another blow on Hawaa's red ass.

"Then we should retire for the evening and strike at dawn," Aaliyah said.

"I think there is some research I need to do," Christy frowned, still puzzling over the crone's words. "Kyle, can you wish for my spellbooks I left behind in my sorority? That should fall under hearth, right Aaliyah?"

Aaliyah nodded. "They are possessions of yours."

"Then I wish for them," Kyle said. "Why do you need them?"

Her books appeared in a neat stack. "I'm not sure. There's something I read that might be important. Sable, let's do some research."

"Sure, Mistress," her witch concubine smiled, scooping up the books. "On?"

"Unity."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sahabah, The Hidden Realm

Faiza lounged in Rashid's study, her fingers idly stroking Makerah's chain on the shelf. Rashid frowned, pushing out his senses. He felt nothing. She wasn't imbuing Makerah's diamond chain with any magic, and yet her touch unsettled him.

"Have you thought more of my mistress's alliance?"

"I have," Rashid answered. Hecate would let him use Faiza--the dark goddess's servant and Kyle's mother--to defeat the upstart mortal. But only if he would marry her.

Rashid feared that almost as much as he feared Kyle. The youth was proving far more capable and resourceful than Rashid could ever have dreamed. Four of his deadly Unbound had been defeated. Only Makerah was still left, and the Marid Unbound refused to leave Sahabah to hunt Kyle down.

But he didn't have to marry Faiza yet. He still had other moves to make. Hawaa, ruler of the Si'lat, even now attempted to gain control of the youth. No mortal could withstand her seductive prowess. The Si'lat were the most skilled temptresses in the universe and Hawaa was the most skilled of the Si'lat.

Faiza turned to Rashid, her beauty stirring Rashid's cock. "And have you made a decision?"

"I have not run out of options," he answered.

"So Hecate's alliance is your last resort?" A grin played along her lips.

"No."

She let out a delightful laugh. "What other surprises do you have to spring on the youth? Makerah hides in your palace. Who do you think will stop him?"

Rashid gave her his own smile; he did not let any of the turmoil raging in his depth to ripple his confidence. "The Ifrit will stop him. None of the Djinn are more martial than they are."

"Yet they cannot kill a mortal. Not without...consequences. I doubt there is an Ifrit that wishes to be Unbound. Aljihm was unique. He did not care about the consequences to his soul so long as he could burn."

"You are very informed," Rashid nodded.

"Hecate has her followers everywhere. Even in your court."

"The Ifrit can fight mortals. They just can't kill them. Kyle will be hard pressed against an army of them. They can capture and defeat him."

"Then why haven't you unleashed them?" Her mocking tone stung Rashid.

"Because he is in the Jann territory. The laws of our people are quite complicated."

"How tiresome." Faiza sat down, crossing her wonderful thighs. "Your people have so much power, it is a shame you are so hamstrung."

"And Hecate is not? She has to use Mortal followers to exert influence, hoping they will cast the right spells and choose the right actions. Our power is no different. The Djinn just have to be channeled properly. No, the Ifrit are best used in Sahabah. Here, all the Djinn are equals. They will be my last line of defense."

"Of course, Kyle has Zaritha."

Rashid's expression almost broke. "So?" His insides churned. Does Hecate know my darkest secret?

"The Ifrit are hardly yours so long as she can produce Kalila." Faiza laughed. "And you do not even know where Kalila is hidden."

Damn Zaritha! I should have killed her a thousand years ago, so Kalila could never be found.

Faiza smile grew. "But I know where she is hidden."

Rashid's calm broke and he gaped. "How?"

"Hecate is the mother of Prophecy. Her daughter can see many hidden things."

"Where is she?" Zaritha had always held back telling him, insuring Rashid would continue to need her services. I should have tortured it out of the bitch.

"Marry me."

If the Si'lat whore succeeds, it won't matter.

"I must think on it."

"Hecate is growing impatient with your stalling."

A knock rapped his door. "Enter," Rashid called.

"There is a message from the sands, noble Sultan," a Marid servant said when he entered, bowing deep.

Rashid nodded. A message from the sands meant word from his spy, the Jann Vizier. Sayid knew to send a message only when it was most vital. He took the sealed scroll from his servant, cracking the gold wax and unfurled it.

The Si'lat have joined with Kyle. Hawaa made a power play this evening, but Kyle dominated her. She is now his concubine. A secret meeting was held in his room. I could not learn what was discussed. Ishtar's magic warded the room. One of Kyle's wives and two concubines are witches. Earlier, Zaritha intimated that she could deliver the Ifrit during council. I fear that is Kyle's next move.

Rashid crumpled the note, water dripping from his hand and washing away the ink before he threw the sodden mess to the floor.

"Hawaa failed?" Faiza asked, raising her eyebrow.

Rashid was hardly surprised she knew about that. He had no choice. "We shall marry, Faiza. Where is Kalila held?"

Faiza stood, her fingers lifting the hem of her dress. "Once you've consummated our marriage," she purred. Her breasts were lovely, firm, and dusky. Her skirt fell off her hips, her black bush neatly trimmed, dripping with her desire. "This body is a virgin."

"How can you be Kyle's mother and remain a virgin?"

"I died and was reborn," she answered walking towards him, her hips shaking. "Do you take me as your first wife, Rashid ibn al-Marid, Sultan of the Hidden People?"

"I do," he declared, his cock rising in his blue pantaloons.

She grabbed his white beard, pulling him up to his feet. Her hands stroked his firm flesh, sliding down to his groin. Her touch burned him. His cock hardened as she pressed into the silk, grasping his hardening shaft and stroking him as his silk pantaloons fell to the floor.

"So excited for my flesh," she purred, pressing her lithe body against him. Her breasts were soft on his chest, her nipples hard. Her lips found his and her kiss was as sweet as honey. It had been centuries since he had been with a woman. All his concubines had long since bored him, and his wives were shriveled hags that waged petty wars for the dominance of the harem.

But Faiza was so new and exciting.

"Take me to your bedchamber, my husband," she purred. "I want to make us one flesh."

Her words churned fear inside him, a great, dark tide that dragged his heart down. But he had no choice. The Ifrit could not be freed from his control. Once Kyle had them, the young man would come for Rashid. Kyle would sweep the Marid away without any effort. Rashid's tribe were scholars not warriors.

He turned into a whirling mist, engulfing Faiza's form. His misty waters caressed every part of her body as he carried her. He flowed across her round breasts, playing with her wonderful nipples while his water wrapped around her limbs, sliding between fingers and toes. She shivered and gasped as he caressed her with his wet touch. He slid between her groin, gathering the droplets of her tart passion.

Her pussy juices spread through his being. His mist tasted her everywhere. Her salty sweat, tart cunt, sour ass. Flowery perfume adorned her body and sweet unguents graced her hair. He played with every part of her body.

"Oh, my husband," she moaned as her body convulsed as he carried her. She shook in his watery embrace. "Yes, yes! Touch me. Love me! Oh, yes!"

More of her juices flooded out, joining his mist, as she came. He delighted in her musk, swirling her passion through his entire being. He worked harder against her pussy, drawing out more of her juices, prolonging her shudders.

"You are amazing," she moaned as he sat her down on his bed, his body reforming out of the mist. He could smell her tart juices with every breath. His skin was covered in her passion. "No man has ever loved me so well."

Her thighs spread as she writhed on his blue silks. "Take me, my husband. Claim what is yours. Unite with Hecate and your reign will be unstoppable."

His cock was thick and hard, jutting before him. She grasped it, stroking him with her wanton hands. He fell between her thighs, eager to experience her flesh. He lowered his mouth, sucking a hard nipple between his teeth.

"Oh, yes. You know how to please a woman. Mmm, that's it. Yes, my husband."

Her hand stroked him harder, bringing him to his full girth. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him towards her pussy. She was eager for his cock. He nudged her wet folds. She was hot, burning for his cock.

She rubbed the tip through her labia, pressing it against her maidenhead. This body was untouched by any man save for him. He pushed forward, not fast, he wanted to enjoy breaking her purity. She shuddered, moaning in pain as he pressed against her elastic hymen.

It broke.

The head of his cock popped in.

She shuddered, moaning in pain and pleasure.

He pressed his cock deeper, her flesh wrapped tight about his cock, giving way before his dominance. Her legs pulled him in, her flesh embracing him as she surrendered to her husband. She shuddered, arching her hips up, eager to feel more of his girth.

"My husband!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Unite with me!"

His cock bottomed out inside her. She was wonderful, hot, amazing. He had never felt anything like it. No pussy had ever gripped his cock tighter, surrounded him with more spongy flesh. She squeezed down, her pussy contracting about him, pulsing and massaging him.

"You whore!" he groaned. "Your pussy is experienced."

"Only this body is new," laughed Faiza. "I know how to please a man."

Her hips undulated beneath him, rolling her hot sheathe about his cock. He groaned, his hips drawing back and thrusting. An ache boiled in his balls and gathered at the tip of is cock. He had to satisfy this amazing pleasure. He had to revel in her flesh. She was so amazing. There was nothing he wanted more than to flood her pussy.

Her fingernails bit into his back as she moaned and writhed beneath him. "Fuck me, my husband. Oh, yes! Pour your seed into me. I need it!"