The Battered Lamp Ch. 32

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish college student that awoke Aaliyah and inherited her mission to free the Djinn. Wielder of Earthbones, a magical katana given to him by Aaliyah.

Aaliyah: A Djinn of the Jann Tribe sent to marry the mortal who would set the Djinn free. Kyle's first wife.

Fatima: Kyle's little sister and second wife. Wielder of Fireheart, a magical yari (spear).

Christy: Kyle's third wife. They were dating when he released Aaliyah. Unbeknownst to Kyle, she was a member of a coven of witches that are hunting for Aaliyah. After betraying Aaliyah to her coven, Christy has found redemption from the goddess Ishtar.

Fumi: Kyle's girlfriend who just moved to the States from Japan. She is a type of succubus who if she has vaginal intercourse with men, she kills them. She traveled to Japan to break her curse so she can be with Kyle, losing her sight as payment.

Britney: Kyle's best friend and a hermaphroditic Rakshasa. She has sworn to protect him. She has dominated and taken Phillipa as her mate.

Concubines

Chyna: Kyle's first concubine and classmate. A spell was cast on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a Master/Sex Slave relationship by Ms. Franklin.

Shannon: Chyna's widowed mother. Kyle took her as a concubine.

Alexina: Another classmate of Kyle's and the first submissive woman he dominated thanks to a wish. He can recognize a submissive woman by a pale-pink aura about them.

Carla: An auburn haired coed Kyle claimed in gym.

Ann: Fatima's friend turned concubine.

Kayleah: Fatima's former bully, now her concubine.

Toni: A cheerleader concubine of Kyle's.

Ms. Capello: Kyle's young English professor and concubine.

Teleisia: Aaliyah's African-American concubine.

Lois: Kyle's Native American, lesbian concubine.

Mindy: Kyle's nurse concubine.

Phillipa (Jade): Half-Korean, former member of the coven. After being dominated, she is now Britney's mate.

Sable (Tourmaline): Member of the coven and Christy's sorority sister. Her ambush of Christy went wrong and Sable took a hit from a Love Elemental. Now she is Christy's devoted concubine.

Zaritha: Former servant of Rashid. After he ordered her death, she saved Aaliyah's life. Healed by Fatima, she is now a member of Kyle's harem.

Tarah: An daughter of Hawaa, twin of Naila, and a hermaphroditic Si'lat. Claimed by Fumi as a concubine.

Naila: An daughter of Hawaa, twin of Tarah, and a hermaphroditic Si'lat. Claimed by Fumi as a concubine.

Hawaa binti al-Si'lat: The Sheikha of the Si'lat, come to treat with Kyle to form an alliance and unite the Si'lat tribe of the Djinn with him.

Enemies

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: Despotic ruler of the Unseen Realms. Has held onto the Sultanate far longer than he should have.

Faiza: Kyle and Fatima's mother. Killed by Burke, she was reborn and now acts as Hecate's vessel. She has married Rashid to use the Sultan as part of Hecate's plan.

Makerah: An Unbound Marid that serves Rashid.

Aljihm: An Unbound Ifrit that served Rashid. Slain by Kyle and Britney.

Aalizunah: An Unbound Si'lat that served Rashid. Slain by Kyle and Britney

Jowah: An Unbound Ghul that served Rashid. Slain by Zaritha.

Khiana: An Unbound Ghul that served Rashid. Revealed to be Shiekh Umar ibn al-Jann. Slain by Fatima.

Hecate: Dark goddess served by Ms. Franklin and Burke.

Other Characters

Ishtar: Goddess of Fertility and Magic. Christy serves this goddess now.

Sheikh Umar ibn al-Jann: Aaliyah's father, ruler of the Jann tribe of the Djinn.

Kalsom binti Abdullah: An old Jann woman that made the Kalsomid Prophecy, setting into motion Aaliyah's sleep in the lamp.

Sheikh Haleem al-Ifrit: The leader of the Ifrit.

Sheikha Kalila al-Ifrit: The imprisoned wife of Haleem, freed by Kyle.

The Sultan's Harem

Saturday, January 29th -- Khoshilat Maqandeli, The Hidden Realm

Christy used her staff to return everyone from Jabal al-Dukhan back to Kyle's quarters in the Jann palace. Space unfolded and they stood before his bed. Kyle cradled the naked Kalila in his arms. She was beautiful, and Christy wondered what Kyle was going to do with the Sheikha.

Would he risk the possibility of our alliance with the Ifrit to possess her? The Ifrit Sheikha was gorgeous.

"Hawaa," Kyle said, setting Kalila on the bed. The woman seized the blankets, wrapping them around her body. She trembled, looking down.

"Yes, Master?" the Si'lat Sheikha said.

"Take Kalila to the harem. Dress her in silks befitting a Sheikha and then have Sayid send word to Haleem that we have his wife and demand his presence before the day is out."

Hawaa bowed. "Come with me, Kalila," she smiled. "Do not be afraid. Kyle will not harm you. You have nothing to fear."

"Okay," the woman said, her eyes sweeping about.

"You will be returned to your husband," Kyle promised her.

"Thank you, great one." She bowed, clutching the blankets about her before letting Hawaa lead her out of the room.

"So, we have a little bit of free time," Fatima grinned.

I need to keep researching that spell. "Yes, but I have to--"

Christy's words were cut off by her fiery wife's enthusiastic kiss, carrying her down onto the bedspread. Between kisses, Fatima moaned: "Whatever you have to do can wait. It's time to have fun!"

Fatima's mouth was eager on hers, thrusting her tongue in deep. Christy couldn't fight such burning passion, not after the excitement of the battle. There was something so primal about combat. She had enjoyed watching Kyle fighting the Ghul. He was so strong and powerful. So virile. Her warrior husband.

"Aaliyah, I wish we were all naked," Kyle said.

"Done, my love," purred the Djinn.

Christy still found it strange to suddenly become naked. But Fatima's equally naked body squirming atop her did much to alleviate that problem. Fatima was an enthusiastic lover, her tongue thrusting deep into Christy's mouth as her hips writhed atop her, grinding her pussy into Christy's.

A shudder ran through the witch. She humped back, her hands sliding down to cup Fatima's pumping ass. Their clits brushed, pleasure shuddering through Christy as Fatima moaned into their kiss. Her hands slid up Christy's sides, sending small shivers through the witch's body.

"That is a sexy sight," groaned Kyle.

"Uh-huh," Aaliyah purred.

Strong hands touched her thighs, spreading her more apart. She could feel Kyle's callouses rough on her pussy; Christy shuddered. Fatima let out a squeal, her hips bucking hard into Christy's pussy, grinding pleasure through her body.

"Lick my pussy, Kyle!" moaned Fatima.

Kyle's tongue licked up Christy's slit, stirring pleasure, his stubbly cheeks brushing her labia. His tongue caressed her clit then he continued up to Fatima's tasty twat. She writhed, savoring their husband's tongue and tribbing Christy harder.

"You must be loving your double treat," moaned Christy as Kyle took his second lick.

"Very much," he laughed. "Tangy and tart mixing together."

His tongue probed and nuzzled into her pussy longer before moving up to Fatima's pussy. "Oh, fuck!" Christy gasped as he shoved a thick finger inside her.

Kyle slurped and licked at Fatima's pussy as two of his thick fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. Christy bucked her hips, sliding her clit around Fatima's juicy cunt as Kyle reamed her. She squeezed down, loving his fingers.

"We have the best husband," groaned Fatima. "Oh, yes. Keep licking me just like that. Oh, Kyle. Oh, yes! I'm going to cream you so hard! I love it! I love every second of your wonderful technique! You are the best husband!"

Fatima's face contorted in pleasure above Christy's. The younger woman gasped, her jaw opening wide as she shuddered. Juices flooded Christy's flesh. Fatima squealed with delight as she came on Kyle's lips.

"Cum, slut," moaned Christy, her fingernails biting into Fatima's butt. "Cum on our husband's lips."

"I love to!" moaned Fatima. "Oh, yes, Kyle! That's it! Fuck!"

Fatima shuddered one last time, and then rolled off Christy, panting and moaning.

Kyle buried his face between Christy's thighs, attacking her clit with his lips and tongue. Her back arched at the sudden pleasure, gasping with delight. Pleasure swelled inside her, spurred on by his thick, pumping fingers and eager tongue.

"Enjoy our husband," giggled Fatima as she stood up, giving Christy a quick kiss on the lips. Fatima looked around at the orgy that had unfolded while Christy had been busy. "Ooh, look at that."

Fatima scrambled away, almost throwing herself on Chyna, engulfing the concubine's nipple and sucking milk from the busty concubine's tit. Mindy, wearing a strap-on, approached Fatima as she nursed, her ass wiggling. Mindy couldn't resist and plowed the strap-on into Fatima's pussy, pumping away hard as Fatima suckled at Chyna's tit.

Christy looked around the room, loving the debauchery she witnessed. Aaliyah shared a double-headed dildo with Toni, both women humping their hips and working the rubbery, blue sex toy in and out of their twats. Shannon and Ms. Capello nursed from each other's tits while Zaritha and Lois licked their pussies.

Kyle's dark, slanted eyes stared up at Christy from between her thighs as he licked and sucked at her pussy. He wanted to make her cum hard, and Christy was more than willing to let him. She gasped, squeezing the sheets as her body hurtled towards ecstasy. Her breasts heaved as her back arched, her hips writhing into Kyle's lips.

She came.

"Kyle!" she screamed. "My sweet Kyle!"

The bed creaked and moaned as her pleasure poured through her. It was everything she wanted to experience. He always gave her the best orgasms. Even the first time he had eaten her out on that date so many weeks ago. He had taken her cherry later on, but first he had made sure that she'd had the best cum ever.

And he had just given her another powerful orgasm.

"I want you to fuck me," Christy moaned, rolling over on to her hands and knees. "Fuck me hard!"

Kyle grinned, licking her pussy one more time as he rose up. "I always want to fuck you hard."

She smiled then groaned as he thrust into her. Her pussy squeezed about his girth, her hips slamming back. Pleasure roared through her, stirred up by his wonderful thrusts. Their flesh slapped together, Kyle grunting every time he buried into her sweet depths.

He fucked her slow and hard, letting her savor every inch, his hips shifting, working that cock through her wonderful parts. She moaned, pushing back and squeezing her cunt about that amazing shaft. Her pleasure increased, shuddering through her.

"Your mouth looks free," Sable purred, sliding in front of Christy. "Will you lick my pussy, Mistress? I love it when you do."

"Sure," Christy moaned, letting Kyle's thrust push her face down between Sable's sweet musk. Honey-brown, curly pubes tickled her lips as she ate out her concubine. Sable let out a lovely sigh, her hips twitching as she licked and sucked.

"Eat the slut out," groaned Kyle, thrusting faster. "Work your tongue through her twat. Fuck! That is so sexy. I love watching your pink tongue slide through her juicy cunt."

"Mmm, she tastes so good, I just can't resist," Christy purred, licking her lips clean of the sweet pussy juices before diving back in to take another long, slow lick.

"Oh, Mistress," gasped Sable. "Mmm, yes. I love you! Thank you!"

"Play with your tits, whore!" Kyle growled. "Pinch and roll those nipples while your Mistress licks your twat."

"Yes, Master," she groaned. "Mmm, like this!"

Christy's eyes flicked up. Her concubine pinched her nipples between her fingers, pulling on her taut breasts.

"Just like that slut!" Kyle's thrusts were hard, their flesh slapping together, his heavy balls smacking into her clit.

Christy groaned, her tongue sliding around Sable's clit. She sucked, nibbling on the nub. Sable's squeal was so cute. She tugged hard on her nipples, her hips bucking up into Christy's eager mouth. Christy nibbled a second time, her concubine shuddering hard.

"Oh, Mistress! That's it! That's what I needed!"

Pussy juices flooded out of Sable's pussy, dripping into Christy's mouth. She drank them down, savoring the flavor. She swirled them about her mouth before swallowing them. Her own pleasure neared, stirred by Kyle's hammering dick.

"Fuck! Fuck! I love watching a woman cum! Oh, yes! And you drink her juices down!"

"Yes!" moaned Christy. "Cum in me, Kyle! Give it to me! Oh, yes! I'm so close. Pour your spunk into me!"

Kyle grunted. His thrust grew erratic. He was so close. She twisted her hips and squeezed her pussy down around his thrusting cock. Her pleasure mounted, her nerves screaming inside her pussy. Kyle shuddered, slamming into her.

"Christy!" he moaned as his wonderful cum flooded her depths.

Her orgasm shuddered through her. Hot and fast. Her pussy spasming about his hard cock. He drew back and thrust in again, sending a smaller wave through her. She shivered, bliss flowing through her.

And then he pulled out.

She collapsed onto the bed, rolling over and resting her cheek on Sable's wet pussy and warm belly. "Did you have a nice cum, Mistress?" Sable purred.

"I did," Christy smiled, watching Kyle disappear beneath the ecstatic Toni, Alexina, Carla, and Kayleah, the concubines eager to enjoy their master. She closed her eyes, savoring the lingering traces of her orgasm.

Someone wiggled between her open legs, licking at her pussy. She cracked her eyes open and smiled. "Hi, Fumi."

"Christy," the blind woman smiled back, her lips smeared with cum and pussy juices.

Christy leaned back and savored her next orgasm.

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Kalila trembled before Kyle's throne, swathed in red silks, a veil and shawl covering her lovely face. Kyle's concubines surrounded the throne, lounging with a deceptive casualness, swathed in purple silks. Hawaa, his concubine and Sheikha of the Si'lat, knelt at Kyle's feet.

"Fatima, sit with your back straight," Aaliyah admonished. "You are Kyle's Sultana. You do him disrespect by slouching upon your throne."

"Geez," Fatima groaned, rolling her almond-shaped eyes beneath her red shawl, a veil hiding her lips. "Chill, Aaliyah."

"The Sheikh of the Ifrit is coming to treat with our husband," Aaliyah hissed."

"Fine." Fatima straightened in her throne to Kyle's right. "There. Happy?"

Aaliyah, sitting to his left, nodded. "Good. You will make our husband proud."

Fatima rolled her eyes a second time. Kyle grinned, took her hand, and kissed her fingers. "Humor her."

"Yes, big bro." Her eyes flashed as she mimicked Aaliyah's submissive words. And then a smile cracked her lips "It's just so much fun teasing her."

"He comes," Britney whispered. She stood in the vizier's position, just to the right and behind his throne, swaddled in blue silk. Phillipa and Sable were back there, too, whispering as they maintained the protection spells that surrounded the throne. Nearby, Sayid, the Jann's vizier, was not happy to have his position here in the room and in Kyle's councils usurped by Britney.

Someone had betrayed Kyle's plans to the Marid. When they had gone to Jabal al-Dukhan this morning to rescue Kalila, the Ghul had been waiting. It had to be one of the Jann standing in the court that claimed to serve Kyle.

Unless it was one of my family. Kyle didn't want to suspect his women. It would be so easy. Christy had betrayed him out of jealousy once, maybe she could do it again.

He pushed that thought down, glancing over at Christy on the other side of Aaliyah, wrapped in black silk. She met his eyes and he could see the love in her hazel depths. There was no way she could have been the traitor.

It had to be one of these Jann. They knew our next step was to free Kalila, and Rashid must have deduced where Zaritha had hidden the Ifrit Sheikha.

The great stone doors of the throne room opened and whirling fire soared in past homunculi that guarded the throne. The flames resolved into the Ifrit. They were tall and lanky, their hair black as coal. All had scimitars thrust through their red sashes. At the center stood a richly dressed man, his eyes as hard as black diamonds, his brown chest rippling with muscles.

Kalila let out a pleased sound, striding forward and falling to the floor and pressing her veiled face to his feet. Her body shook as she cried. The man, Haleem ibn al-Ifrit, fixed his eyes at Kyle, his body taunt, tensed.

Kyle recognized his stance and rose from his throne, returning Haleem's gaze with equal strength. This all could still go wrong. Silence gripped the court as Kyle stared down the Ifrit. He itched to summon his blade, but that would only make Kyle seem weak. He couldn't react out of fear.

Haleem inclined his head, stroking his oiled goatee. "You have my thanks, noble Kyle, for returning my wayward wife to me."

"I have come to put right the Hidden Realm that the Marid tyranny has caused," Kyle answered. "Your wife's abduction was the act of a petty fool."

"Nicely put," Britney whispered. "Keep on this line. Prove you are the better ruler."

"Rashid has clutched on to his rule with desperate hands," Kyle continued. "He betrays his weakness at every turn. Kidnapping, assassination, scheming behind closed doors. He has sent Unbound to attack my wives and me. His very rule slanders the noble name of the Djinn. He drags the proud Ifrit into his filth. He has forced you and your people to muddy their hands so that his may remain clean."

Haleem stared at him. "And you would do better? You are a weak mortal."

"I am a warrior," Kyle declared. "I wield Earthbones and command the rocks. My lineage can be traced back to great fighters. My own father was a mighty warrior, leading hundreds of men into war."

"I see a man hiding behind a wall of women," Haleem sneered. "A brash mortal that doesn't know the difference between his sword and his cock."

The concubines went ridged, hissing in fury.

"You will have to prove your strength," whispered Britney. "He will respect that."

Kyle strode forward. Fatima rose and Aaliyah hissed in their minds, Sit down before you ruin everything. You will only make our husband seem weak if you go out there. The Ifrit will not respect him if hides behind his women.

"Zaritha's a fighter," muttered Fatima. "Can't the Ifrit realize the concubines are equally dangerous?"

"There is a reason I betrayed my people," Zaritha answered through clenched teeth.

The concubines parted as Kyle passed, nodding to him. "Show him your strength, Master," Chyna purred. His skin tingled as he passed through the protection spells. Every eye was on him as he strode towards Haleem. Kalila recovered and moved behind her husband, her head bowed.

"I am not afraid of you," Kyle declared.

Haleem's scimitar flashed out and slashed at Kyle in one smooth motion, forcing the youth to backpedal. Kyle slipped into his fighting stance, reaching out to Earthbones and commanding the katana to appear in his hand. The blade materialized in a flash of gold light.