The Battered Lamp Ch. 32

He parried the second blow, the blades scraping as they were locked together. Kyle worked his forms, slashing and swiping at Haleem while the Ifrit countered and parried, then launched into whirling attacks with the scimitar.

It was clear to Kyle that Haleem wasn't trying to kill him. Kyle changed his attacks, matching his opponents testing style. A smile crossed the Sheikh's lips as they dueled, their blades ringing about the throne room as they maneuvered on the polished, brown stone. Kyle grinned back, enjoying the fun of the duel, his heart beating. He felt so alive.

"You have talent," Haleem declared, launching into a series of overhand strikes. "Your style is foreign, but it is skilled."

"Thank you," Kyle inclined his head before responding with a horizontal cut. "Who would you rather serve? The Marid that misuses your people, or a warrior that will treat all the Djinn equally."

"You married a Jann," Haleem pointed out.

"And took a Si'lat and Ifrit for concubines."

Haleem's face soured. "Zaritha is the one that betrayed my wife. She was Kalila's trusted handmaiden."

"Zaritha has paid for her crimes and saved my wife's life."

"She hasn't paid her debt to me!" Haleem's voice crackled.

Kyle faced down the fire burning in Haleem's face. "She is mine. You will not touch her. Whether I have your allegiance will not change that."

"You are loyal." The Ifrit's anger faded, replaced by a ready smile and a nod. "You would actually keep her, even if it meant my refusal of this alliance?"

"Yes. I will defeat the Marid with or without your help. Though I'd rather have your help."

He stepped back, lowering his scimitar. "Then you shall have it. The Ifrit are yours, Sultan. You have restored my precious flower to me. You could have compelled me to serve you, but you didn't."

"Then I would be like Rashid."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Fatima took another drink of the wine, loving the warm fog that made everything seem so nice at the feast. Her brother had been so handsome and strong as he had dueled Haleem. She couldn't stop thinking about the fight all through the celebratory feast.

He sat nearby, reclined on a few pillows, Christy and Fumi on either side of him, their heads resting on his shoulder. She rose, her silks caressing her skin as she walked, soft and smooth, making her feel so alive.

"Hey, big bro," she grinned, falling to her knees before him, her hand reaching out to caress his cock through his white pantaloons.

"Are you drunk?" Kyle asked.

"Maybe," she giggled. "And I'm so horny." Her hand pressed into his crotch, stroking him through his pantaloons. "Make love to me, big bro. Your wife needs her husband."

He seized her, pulling her into his lap. "I can never deny you anything. You're just so cute."

"I know," she grinned, batting her eyelashes. "I'm just cute and innocent."

Christy snorted with laughter. "You are anything but innocent, dear wife." She pushed Fatima's red veil to the side, her own black veil had fallen away a while ago, and their lips met.

Kyle's cock stirred beneath her ass. Fatima shifted, grinding on him, her twitching pussy growing wetter. She moaned into Christy's mouth, thrusting her tongue in deep. Fumi's hand began roaming Fatima's body, cupping her budding breast through her silk and pinching her hard nipple. Fatima liked that, her own hand reaching out to fondle Fumi's larger tit, pushing down her top to grope her.

"That is hot," groaned Kyle. His hand pulled down her red, silk top, exposing her budding breasts. Fatima didn't care if everyone at the party could see her making love to her husband and wives. Kyle's finger was strong, rolling her nipple, contrasting with Fumi's gentle touch. She loved them both.

"Mmm, someone's excited," purred Christy, breaking the kiss.

"So excited. I just want to love our husband so much," Fatima moaned, humping her pussy. "Can you feel my heat?"

"Yes," Kyle groaned. "Fuck, Fatima, but that is nice."

"You are all having fun without me," pouted Aaliyah, whirling into being out of dust.

"Lie down, Kyle. Let Aaliyah sit on your face," Fatima moaned. "I do so love to watch you eat her pussy out."

"It's such a delicious pussy," giggled Christy as Kyle stretched out on the tasseled pillows.

"Kyle is getting a sweet dessert," Fumi laughed, pulling Aaliyah's yellow pantaloons off, exposing her shaved pussy.

"Make our clothes go away, Aaliyah," Fatima purred. "Kyle wants us naked. He always wants us naked."

"I do. I wish that," Kyle groaned as he pulled Aaliyah down to his hungry lips.

Their clothes vanished. Fatima gasped as Kyle's hard cock pressed into her naked pussy. She slid along it, savoring the feel of his shaft rubbing through her slit. Kyle's tongue darted into Aaliyah's pussy, and the Genie arched her back and let out a delicious moan.

"How's his tongue?" Fatima moaned.

"As good as always," purred Aaliyah.

"Let me take care of your butthole, Aaliyah," Christy said, sliding around behind Aaliyah and bending down. Fatima couldn't see what she did, but Aaliyah's dark eyes flew open and she let out another moan.

"I think she likes it, Christy," laughed Fatima as she kept dry humping her brother's thick cock.

"I do! I love to be licked by my spouses." Aaliyah moaned, looking like she experienced heaven. Fatima leaned over and sucked a hard, dusky nipple into her lips. "Oh, and that just makes it better. Thank you, Fatima."

Fatima moaned, "You're welcome," about the Genie's hard nipple.

"You need to stop teasing our husband and fuck him," Fumi admonished, seizing Kyle's cock.

Fatima lifted her hips, Fumi guiding their husband's hard cock to Fatima's dripping pussy. Kyle's dick nudged her opening, and Fatima lowered back down. She groaned about Aaliyah's nipple as her pussy burned with the ecstatic friction generated by Kyle's big cock.

She worked her hips, grinding her clit into Kyle's pubic bone as her pussy savored the girth of his cock. She loved bouncing on him and sucking on Aaliyah's nipple. Fumi's lips kissed her butt-cheeks as she writhed and bounced atop her. Pleasure soared and grew inside her.

"Mmm, it smells so good," moaned Fumi. "His precum is leaking into your pussy."

Fumi's lips kissed down Fatima's clenching butt-cheeks, pressing down to where Kyle's cock entered her body. Fatima shuddered as her wife's tongue licked at her labia and Kyle's cock, adding a bit more pleasure to the inferno raging inside her.

"Oh, yes!" gasped Aaliyah. "Kyle and Christy! Mmm, you know how to please a woman!"

Fatima released Aaliyah's nipple, looking the Genie in the eye. "Are you going to cum on our husband's mouth?"

"Oh, yes! His tongue is amazing! He's so deep inside me. They're both loving me."

"Then cum," Fatima gasped, bouncing faster.

Aaliyah's mouth opened, her head thrown back. Fatima savored the growing passion on the Genie's face. She shuddered, her round breasts jiggling. Her musk filled Fatima's nose as she came, squirting more of her tasty juices into Kyle's eager mouth.

"Cum, slut!" moaned Fatima. "Give our husband his dessert!"

Aaliyah shuddered, letting out a pleasure filled gasp as she looked down at Fatima's crotch and shot her hand down. Fatima shuddered as her Genie wife played with her aching clit. The pleasure joined with the friction of Kyle's cock. Fatima slammed down, quivering as her pleasure swelled.

She came. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

Her pussy writhed about Kyle's cock. She squirmed, massaging his cock. Stars danced before her eyes. Kyle grunted. Hot cum flooded Fatima's body. She loved it. She savored the heat pulsing into her, mixing inside her.

"I need his cum," moaned Fumi, pulling Fatima off Kyle's cock.

Fatima landed beside Kyle, spreading her thighs and letting Fumi lick and suck the cum leaking out of her pussy. "His cock is free, Christy," Fatima shuddered as Fumi's delightful tongue worked through her pussy.

Christy crawled around, sinking onto Kyle's still hard cock. Fatima smiled, watching Christy's perky tits bounce as she rode their husband. Aaliyah gasped and shivered, Kyle's tongue still swiping through her pussy.

The wine made her head spin. Pleasure roared through her. She couldn't think. She could only enjoy Fumi's skillful tongue. Kyle's arm wrapped around her, pulling her against his body. She felt so loved and warm. Her orgasm was a soft shudder, spraying juices into Fumi's mouth.

Her body was suffused with bliss. She let the pleasure take her away into wonderful sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Isn't she beautiful?" Christy, her pussy impaled on Kyle's softening cock, smiled down at the sleeping Fatima. Her husband was warm inside her. Kyle had squirted deep inside her pussy. And maybe there's a little egg being fertilized right now.

Aaliyah nodded. "I think it's time to retire. Mmm, but today was long."

"Yeah." And I still need to do research.

The crone's words were important. "Six shall be one, the Marid defeated," she whispered as she climbed off Kyle.

"What was that?" Aaliyah asked, falling off Kyle to collapse on the pillows.

"Nothing," Christy shrugged. "Can you clean me up and clothe me?"

"Uh-huh," Aaliyah sighed, pressing against Kyle.

"Are you leaving?" murmured Kyle, his lips smeared with Aaliyah's pussy.

"I want to do some more research." Christy knelt down and kissed him on the lips. "Have fun."

"I will," he grinned as Fumi nuzzled at his cock, licking up Christy's pussy juices.

A ring of concubines surrounded the impromptu coupling Fatima had initiated. The rest of the revelers hadn't realized what Kyle was up to--Aliyah's doing. Three of the concubines--Lois, Mindy, and Zaritha--fell in around Christy, escorting her back to Kyle's quarters.

"Mistress," Sable smiled when she walked in. Christy's personal concubine was pouring through the books. "I think I found it."

Christy blinked. "What?"

"There is a spell here that requires a noble Djinn. It's a shared essence spell. It can imbue the person with one or all of the powers of the Djinn--Jann, Ifrit, Si'lat, Marid, and Ghul. The Noble Djinn is the focus of the spell, and she then channels up to five different powers into the target, melding their essences into one."

"Six shall be one," Christy nodded. "What else does the spell require?"

Sable shifted. "Well, it requires a huge sacrifice to power the ritual. I'm not even sure it's possible."

"What is it?" Christy frowned.

"The death of a goddess."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Kyle ran his arms up Fumi's flank, her hips writhing. "Mmm, that's wonderful," she moaned, working her pussy around him. Fatima snored beside him, her arm sprawled across his chest, and Aaliyah snagged Teleisia, her Black concubine, and the pair were tribbing with enthusiasm. "I love having your cock inside me."

"Mistress," one of the hermaphroditic Si'lat's that Fumi had claimed as her concubines wandered up. A cock was thrusting out from her groin. "You made me excited."

"I did," Fumi smiled, reaching out to stroke her concubine's cock. A small fraction of Si'lat could grow cocks, and the twins Tarah and Naila both had inherited those extra bits. Fumi pulled her concubine to her, opening wide and engulfing her cock as she rode up and down on Kyle's dick.

Kyle groaned, watching his wife bob her mouth up and down on the cock. He had shared Fumi with Braiden once. At least Tarah was mostly a woman. And Fumi did need semen to feed her succubus-like hungers. Tarah moaned, savoring Fumi's blowjob, running her dusky hands through Fumi's black hair.

Fumi's pussy tightened on his cock, her hips rising up and down faster. Fumi's fingers penetrated Tarah's pussy as she blew the concubine's dick. Loud, obscene sounds came from his wife's lips as she savored another cock.

Kyle's balls tightened. "Fuck, Fumi. I'm going to cum." He didn't get why it was so hot watching his wife suck the concubine's dick, but his cock was ready to unload.

Fumi slammed her pussy down, working her velvety sheath about his cock. She was ready to feel his cum and have him erupt. She was eager for his cum. He shuddered, thrusting up into her. His body tensed as squirt after squirt flooded her cunt.

"That's what I needed," Fumi shuddered as her cunt erupted about Kyle's cock. She always came when cum flooded her body. "Oh, yes! My husband always gives me what I need."

"You are so beautiful when you cum, Mistress," panted Tarah.

Fumi rolled off Kyle and grabbed Tarah, pulling the Silah down to the bed. "And your cock has a big, creamy load for me," Fumi panted. Tarah squealed in delight as Fumi mounted her, shoving the concubine's dick deep into her well-fucked pussy. Fumi's ass flexed as she rode the cock.

What would it be like to double penetrate a woman? Kyle wondered, his eyes fixed on her ass.

"Fuck her ass and find out!" moaned Aaliyah.

"Have you been reading my mind again?" Kyle grinned.

"Always!" Aaliyah shuddered, her back arching, grinding her pussy tight against Teleisia's cunt. "Fuck her! Experience that pleasure."

"Yes, fuck my ass," moaned Fumi, reaching behind her to spread her butt-cheeks open. "I'm a nasty slut that needs your big cock."

Kyle licked his lips, moving behind her. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her puckered opening, pressing forward. Fumi rose up, her bowels engulfing him. He slid in easily, burying all the way into her ass while she humped and bucked between him. She was so tight, far tighter than usual. The two cocks in her were filling her up.

"Oh, yes! I love it! Thank you, Kyle!" She worked her hips, bucking between them, delighting in the two cocks filling her up. "I need more. Naila. Come here."

The other twin appeared, materializing out of a fierce wind, her cock hard and dripping precum. Fumi pulled her in and swallowed her cock, bobbing up and down on her girth. Kyle pumped away, matching her rhythm, enjoying the depravity of it all. Fumi was happy, reveling in three cocks, and Kyle was glad to share this joy with his cock-hungry wife.

"Fuck her hard," Aaliyah moaned, kneeling behind Naila.

Naila gasped as Aaliyah spread her butt-cheeks apart and began tonguing the hermaphroditic Si'lat's asshole. Naila's hands squeezed her small breasts, rolling her nipples as the young Si'lat moaned in bliss. "Suck my cock, mistress. I love you!"

Kyle pumped harder. Fumi's tight ass massaged his dick. He had one more cum in him tonight. He wanted to give Fumi as much pleasure as she could handle. Fumi moaned about Naila's cock, working her hips as if she was possessed.

"You all need to cum in her at the same time," purred Aaliyah. "Give Fumi what she wants. All your delicious cum."

Fumi moaned her agreement, her ass squeezing down on Kyle's pumping cock.

"Then you're going to get it. My wife is a cock-loving, cum-guzzling whore!" He slammed into her, his balls slapping into her taint. He didn't fight his growing need, his cock itching to unload into her.

"I'm going to cum, Mistress!" gasped Tarah. "Your wonderful pussy feels so good on my cock! Oh, yes!"

Kyle slammed into her, driving Fumi all the way down on Tarah's cock. His dick buried all the way into the depths of her hot bowels. A shudder wracked his body. His cum erupted. Thick blasts firing into her hungry bowels.

"I'm cumming!" screamed Naila, pumping her cum into his wife's mouth.

Fumi's body writhed about him. Her cum sent spasms through her body. Tarah groaned, gasping out her bliss as she gave Fumi's pussy what she wanted. Kyle grunted as her ass drank every drop of cum out of his balls.

"Yes!" Fumi shuddered, collapsing on Tarah. "So amazing. Cum in all three holes! I never dreamed it would be so amazing!" She threw a look over her shoulder. "Thank you, Kyle."

Kyle nodded, pulling out of her.

She tried to stand up, but her leg buckled. "Oh, wow. I came so hard."

Kyle scooped her up in his arm, holding her lithe body. "Let's get you to bed," he grinned. "You look thoroughly fucked."

"I feel like it," she smiled, her all-white eyes closing. "Mmm, that was the best."

"My Sultan!" a voice called out. Kyle froze, turning to see the white-bearded vizier waving at him from beyond the concubines. "An emissary from Rashid has arrived. He desires a private audience with you."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"You can't mean to go in there alone," whispered Aaliyah, pressing against Kyle. "He's a Marid."

"I won't go alone. Britney will be with me," Kyle said.

Aaliyah bit her lip, fear churning inside her. "He can't be trusted."

"I know."

Her husband was so resolute and strong, as unyielding as a mountain. "Please, Kyle, take in your concubines."

"Britney is my adviser, and two of your homunculi will be in there to protect me if it is a trap."

"And I am more than capable of defending your husband," Britney added.

Aaliyah turned to Fatima. "Talk some sense into your brother. You have known him the longest."

"He's doing what he has to," Fatima shrugged. "Kyle's a big boy. He can pull his pants on all by himself."

"Thanks, Fatima," Kyle groaned. "Always supportive."

Fatima beamed, bouncing on her heels.

The girl never can take anything serious. Aaliyah loved her wife, but Fatima's flippancy grated on the Djinn's nerves. "Fumi, you have to disagree with this."

"It does seem risky," Fumi admitted. "But our husband is very capable." Fumi put a gentle arm around Aaliyah's shoulder and kissed her cheek. "But if he thinks it is the right choice, then we should trust him."

"You cannot trust whatever the messenger says. Rashid is duplicitous," she pleaded. "Just send him away."

"That would be an error," Britney said. "Rashid is intelligent. He may realize his position is untenable and seeks a diplomatic end to things."

"He won't," Aaliyah objected. "He won't ever let the Sultanate out of his hands without a fight."

"Probably," Kyle agreed. "But we may learn something from speaking to his emissary."

"We?" giggled Fatima. "Don't you mean Britney might learn something?"

Kyle shook his head, and then placed his hand on Aaliyah's cheek, his touch warm as he brushed away a tear. "I have made my decision. Hopefully, this will not take long."

Kyle strode into the war room where the Marid waited, Britney at his heels. The Sapphire doors boomed closed, and Aaliyah couldn't sense her husband's thoughts any longer. She wanted to collapse as the fear ate away at her, but she remained strong.

"What's going on?" Christy asked, striding up, clutching a spell book. "The concubines said something about a Marid emissary."

"Kyle and Britney are meeting with him," Fumi said.

Christy swept her eyes around the room. "Alone? Why aren't any of the concubines in there?"

"The emissary will only speak to Kyle alone. He had to be convinced to allow Britney in there to act as our husband's Vizier," Aaliyah answered, her mouth tight.

Christy frowned, and then sat cross-legged on the floor, spreading a book open across her lap. Aaliyah sensed her thoughts. They were confused and jumbled, worried over a Goddess's death and puzzling how to accomplish that to work a spell.

What spell does Christy need to work that requires a goddess's death?

"What do you think the emissary is saying?" Fumi asked.

"Words?" Fatima shrugged. "What else."

"You are no help," Fumi groaned, her all-white eyes rolling. "I'll never understand how our husband put up with you while growing up."

"Because he was secretly in love with me," Fatima declared, shaking her rear clad in red pantaloons. "How could he not love this ass?"

Britney emerged through the doors, and Aaliyah stared at her, clutching her hands to her breast. The Rakshasa swept her gaze around the room and stopped on Kyle's witch wife. "Christy, Kyle wants you."

"Only Christy?" Aaliyah asked.