The Battered Lamp
Epilogue: The Harem of Delights
© Copyright 2014, 2015
Story Codes: Teen male/Female/Teen female, Teen female/Teen females, Hermaphrodite/Female, Watersports, Incest, Orgy, Magic, Lactation, BDSM
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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.”
“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!”
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.”
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, inflaming her more. Phillipa’s period had just ended.
Phillipa was disappointed. She wanted to carry Britney’s child. But it wasn’t time. Rakshasas went into heat only once or twice in their lives. Britney did not expect that to happen for a few more years. Then she would take Phillipa hard and plant a baby in her belly.
Another Rakshasa. A daughter to serve Kyle’s heir.
“Where are your supplies?” Britney hissed, tearing off her own blouse and shoving her pantaloons down. She set Waterclaw on the floor, its blue light undulating around the room.
“Ishtar, return to your servant the items she left in your care,” Phillipa chanted, her jade amulet flashing green between her breasts. A chest swirled into being at Britney’s feet.
“What a useful spell.” Britney bent down and opened up the chest. The first item she grabbed was the hemp rope. The fibers were rough; they would irritate Phillipa’s flesh—her mate wanted this to be as painful as possible.
Britney loved her so much.
The Rakshasa grabbed the thick butt-plug, tapered to a point, and shoved it up Phillipa’s ass without any lube. Phillipa moaned in pain, her juices trickling out of her shaved pussy. Britney couldn’t resist taking a swipe with her tongue, savoring Phillipa’s tart pussy.
Then Britney grabbed the rope.
Phillipa knew how to move so Britney could tie her up, wrapping her beautiful body with complicated loops of rope. She had long been a fan of shibari, Japanese rope bondage. Phillipa’s breasts were bound, forcing them into two bulging mound, then Britney wrapped another rope through Phillipa’s groin, pulling it tight through the crack of her ass and across her pussy. Her labia engulfed the rope, soaking the fibers.
Her mate looked so beautiful tied up. Britney grabbed the nipple weights. They were quite heavy. Phillipa was bound in a kneeling position, her hands tied to her knees, her squeezed tits hanging beneath her. She screamed as Britney attached the first weight, the clamp biting into her nipple, the weight stretching out her tit.
“Remember the first time I clamped you,” Britney whispered, attaching the second weight. “You screamed so beautifully.”
“I do, Mistress,” Phillipa smiled, tears brimming in her eyes. “That was such a magical night. I loved every second of it, even if I couldn’t admit.”
Britney’s cock thrust hard in front of her. She grabbed Phillipa’s face and thrust her cock deep into her mouth. She grabbed the flogger, the tails made of fine links of chain, and brought it down hard on her mate’s pale ass.
Phillipa’s muffled screams vibrated around her cock as Britney brought the flogger down over and over, striping Phillipa’s ass in red welts. She thrust harder into her mate’s mouth, her breasts bouncing and the flogger snapping.
“Your ass is so beautiful welted red!” panted Britney, bringing the flogger down again. The clinking smack was so satisfying. “My beautiful, submissive whore!”
Phillipa’s tongue worked on her cock, her tear-filled eyes looking up at Britney with such submission and beauty. Britney thrust harder, pleasure flooding through her body. Her pussy dripped juices down her thighs and her cock itched with her need.
“What a perfect slut you are!”
“My beautiful, wonderful mate!”
Phillipa moaned, sucking harder. The vibrations hummed through Britney’s cock.
Britney’s body tensed. The moment neared.
“I love you, cunt!” she moaned, cracking the chain flogger down. “You are perfect!”
Britney shuddered and she tossed her head back, squeezing her green eyes. The flogger fell from her hand as her cock erupted, flooding her mate’s mouth with squirt after squirt of her cum. Phillipa swallowed, loving every drop, swirling her tongue around.
“Yes!” Britney hissed, digging her fingers into Phillipa’s scalp. “You are perfect.”
She pulled her cock out. Phillipa licked her salty lips.
“I love you, Mistress.”
Britney smiled, leaning down, and kissed her mate’s cum-stained lips.
Sahabah, The Hidden Realm
Fumi lay on the bed on her side, a pillow beneath her pregnant belly. She was seven months along, Kyle’s daughter kicking in her stomach. She knew it was a daughter—Yuki-onna only bore daughters. Their daughter would have Fumi’s curse, but she wouldn’t suffer the same way Fumi had.
“We’ll find you a Si’lat bride with a cock,” Fumi whispered, stroking her stomach. “You’ll never have to experience the guilt of killing a man.”
Currents drifted through the palace harem, painting everything in the room green allowing Fumi to see with her Windsight. Her daughter wouldn’t have to sacrifice her sight to be with the man she loved. Fumi never regretted the cost, but she did miss seeing colors. No spell the witches had tried would fix her sight.
The Kami of the hot spring is far more powerful than three mortal witches.
The man she loved lounged on another bed. There were many beds scattered throughout the large room of his apartment. A very pregnant Chyna was pressed to his side, his mouth nursing from her ample tits. Kyle loved to drink breast milk from his concubines, and Fumi couldn’t wait for the day she nursed her husband.
Alexina rode his cock. Her pregnancy was only starting to show, casting a graceful curve to her belly beneath her breasts. The blonde rode Kyle with enthusiasm, stirring Fumi’s passion. The Yuki-onna’s lily-scented pheromones filled her nose, flooding through the room.
“Fuck her hard, Master,” purred Toni, lounging on the other side of Kyle. She was one of the few human concubines that hadn’t conceived a child. She was still on birth control. The concubines were staggering their pregnancies.
“Mistress,” Naila purred, stretching behind Fumi, pressing her small breasts into Fumi’s back. “I can smell your excitement.” The Si’lat concubine’s cock swelled, pressing into Fumi’s butt and leaking wonderful precum that stirred her succubus hungers. “Do you need to be fed?”
“Kyle always gets me excited when he plays with his concubines.” Fumi stirred. “Where’s your sister?”
“Playing with mother,” giggled Naila. “Tarah does love to fuck our mother’s cunt. It’s so very wrong.”
Fumi’s shuddered, picturing the young Si’lat atop Hawaa’s mature beauty, pumping her hips and spurting her incestuous cum into the woman. Fumi hoped Hawaa conceived a child. A Si’lat could only bear another Si’lat’s child. Fumi pussy itched, and she sat up awkwardly, clutching her swollen belly. Naila rolled onto her back, her cock jutting up.
“I need your cum,” Fumi moaned. “I need you to feed me and my growing daughter.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Naila moaned, her voice liquid desire.
Fumi straddled her concubine’s waist, seizing her hard cock and guiding it between her thighs. She brushed it against her pussy, her body tingling as Naila’s precum touched her pussy. Fumi needed the cum, sliding down the Si’lat’s cock.
“Oh, yes! I love your cunt, Mistress!”
Naila’s hands roamed up her swollen belly to her breasts. Her nipples ached and Naila’s massages relieved the soreness. Her breasts had swelled since her pregnancy, no longer the small hills, but growing into round melons. She shifted her hips, sliding up and down on her concubine’s delightful cock.
“Cum in me, Master! Flood my cunt!” gasped Alexina.
Fumi smelled Kyle’s release of cum, flooding his concubine’s cunt. Fumi’s pussy squeezed down on Naila’s dick, eager for the same taste of passion. She rose her hips up, swirling and twisting, then sliding back down, her pussy clenching down on the shaft.
“Oh, Master, that felt like a big load,” sighed Alexina, rolling off Kyle. Toni wasted no time burying her face between Alexina’s legs, licking and sucking his cum out.
“Give me a big load, slut!” Fumi hissed, riding her concubine faster. Her fingers found Naila’s perky tits, squeezing up and pinching at her nipple.
Her bed shifted, Kyle’s naked, muscular form approaching her, his cock hard. He was so handsome. Fumi sent a breeze gusting, painting Kyle in perfect detail. His muscles were sculpted and rippling, a hungry grin crossing his face—a mix of Kurdish and Japanese features.
“I could smell you as I fucked Alexina,” he growled. “My wife needs cum.”
“So much cum!” Fumi moaned, riding Naila faster.
Kyle squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. “You’re such a cock-whore, Fumi.”
“The biggest!” she moaned, his finger teasing her asshole. “Fuck your wife’s ass. Feed me cum! Our daughter needs it!”
His muscular chest pressed against her back, his hand brushing aside her black hair to suck and nip at her neck. His cock, wet with Alexina’s cunt, slid against her ass, guided to her other hole. She shuddered, arching her back as two cocks entered her.
“You are so tight with a cock in your cunt!” moaned Kyle, his hands wrapping around her body, stroking her round stomach. Their daughter kicked, eager for the energy that both mother and unborn child craved.
Fumi worked her body between both cocks. Her head thrown back, working between them. She was stuffed so full. They found a rhythm, Fumi and Kyle working together, giving each other pleasure. Her bowels burned and pussy itched. Two thick cocks worked in and out of her, the mix of sensations swirling in her core.
“Fuck me!” she moaned. “I need your cum!”
“My insatiable, cock-hungry slut!” Kyle hissed. “I love you so much!”
“Me, too, Mistress!” gasped Naila, playing with Fumi’s nipples. “I’m going to cum! Your pussy is so hot and tight!”
“Cum in her, Si’lat whore!” gasped Kyle, pumping harder. “Let’s give my wife what she needs!”
“Wonderful!” moaned Fumi, shuddering beneath Kyle’s hard thrusts. Her pleasure swelled, growing within her. She squeezed her eyes shut, a small orgasm quaking through her. Her holes massaged both cocks, milking them, eager to drink their cum.
“Mistress!” gasped Naila.
Her cum erupted into Fumi’s pussy. Every nerve exploded in the Yuki-onna’s cunt as her sheath drank in the delicious juices. “Yes! Give it to me, cunt! Flood my pussy! I need your energy!”
Fumi shuddered and writhed as she drank Naila’s energy, her daughter kicking hard in the womb. Kyle slammed his cock into her bowels. She squeezed down, eager to experience the gift of her husband’s cum.
“Fumi!” he grunted. “Oh, fuck!”
She shuddered, a third orgasm burning through her as the first squirt of Kyle’s cum flooded her ass, giving her body a wonderful taste of pleasure. She loved it, savoring the delights her husband had to offer her.
“I love you, Kyle,” she moaned as he kissed at her neck.
Fatima shuddered as she squatted over Kayleah’s face, stroking her bleached-blonde locks. The air was filled with the scent of blossoms, and the cool shade of a sweet cedar covered them. She knelt on the soft loam in the Harem garden, her concubine mouth sealed over Fatima’s pussy. Kayleah drank the piss that poured out. Fatima had to piss all the time; Kyle’s baby pressed on her bladder.
Her belly was so swollen. She stroked it as Kayleah’s mouth drank her piss, her pussy tingling as the pee flowed out of her. It was such a relief. She was so happy to be pregnant and couldn’t wait to give birth. It was any day now.
At least I finally grew some tits.
She had a nice pair now and Ann nursed hungrily. Her colostrum, or premilk, had come in, and Ann loved the rich flavor. Pleasure shuddered through Fatima as she stroked Ann’s strawberry blonde locks as the eager concubine nursed at her perky tit.
“You wonderful sluts,” she shuddered, Kayleah’s tongue licking through her pussy, cleaning up all the piss.
“Thank you for your gift,” Kayleah moaned, her words muffled by Fatima’s pussy.
“Keep licking and you’ll get another,” promised Fatima.
Kayleah licked harder, swirling her tongue through Fatima’s drenched pussy. Fatima stroked her belly as the pleasure soared through her. Kayleah knew how to please her mistress, her tongue flashing through all the wonderful places before Kayleah’s lips sucked at her clit.
“That’s it, whore!” Fatima arched her back, her hips writhing, sliding her pussy about Kayleah’s face. “Suck my twat! Oh, yes! You’re my lesbian slut!”
“We both are,” purred Ann, kissing over to Fatima’s other breast, sucking hard.
Fatima arched her back, the two lips of her concubines sending fireworks exploding through her. She held Ann to her breast, her nipple tingling as Ann suckled. Her orgasm shuddered through her, hot like a knife. Pussy juices squirted out of her, flooding Kayleah’s mouth.
“You wonderful sluts,” panted Fatima. “That hit the spot.”
She stood up, her body swimming with bliss. Kayleah smiled up at her, juices smeared across her lips and cheeks. “Thank you for that gift.”
Ann leaned over, kissing Kayleah on the lips, her hand reaching out to stroke Kayleah’s belly. She wasn’t showing yet, but Kayleah carried her brother’s child as well.
“I think it’s time for you to be bred, Ann,” Fatima declared. “You are ovulating today, right?”
“I am, Mistress,” Ann smiled.
Fatima seized her concubine’s hand, hauling her up. “Let’s go.”
Ann giggled as Fatima hauled her through the harem garden. She passed Lois fucking Ms. Capello hard with a strap-on. The pregnant, former teacher was on all fours, moaning for joy, her heavy breasts and swollen belly jiggling beneath her.
Fatima found her brother lounging with Fumi on one side of him and Mindy on the other side. He had the former nurse’s tit in his mouth, drinking her breast milk. Fatima was sure Kyle wanted to live on a diet of breast milk.
“Big bro,” she declared, pushing Ann at the bed. “It’s time you knocked up my sweet Ann.”
Kyle pulled his lips away from Mindy’s tit, licking drops of sweet milk up. His gaze fell on Ann’s petite, youthful body, his cock hardening. “You know I can’t resist you anything, Fatima.”
“And it’s such a difficult request she’s making,” laughed Fumi, her hand sliding down to his hardening cock, stroking him as Ann crawled across the bed.
“But you have to make sacrifices for the ones you love,” Kyle grinned.
“You are such a pig, big bro,” laughed Fatima, worming between him and Mindy, pressing her swollen belly against him. She grasped his cock with Fumi, holding it up as her concubine lowered her tight slit down his cock, her pussy spreading wide open.
“Fuck,” groaned Kyle. “She has a tight cunt.”
“Only the best for my husband,” Fatima giggled, stroking his muscular stomach.
Mindy pressed into Fatima’s back, sliding her hands around to dip between Fatima’s thighs. Fatima shuddered as the concubine’s fingers played in her pussy. Kyle grunted as Ann slid up his shaft, her nipples hard on her barely budding tits.
“Knock her up, big bro,” Fatima hissed as Mindy rubbed at her clit. It was so hot watching her husband fuck another woman. Her concubine. “Enjoy my gift.”
“Always!” he groaned, his face twisting with rapture as Ann worked faster up and down on his cock. “Fuck me, slut!”
“Yes, Master!’ she gasped. “Cum in me! Put a baby in my belly!”
“In nine months, you’ll be nursing from her tit,” Fatima purred, her own excitement building. She wanted to see Ann’s budding breasts well up, her nipples growing darker and fatter, milk beading out. “We’ll nurse from her together.”
“That sounds wonderful!” Kyle grunted, leaning over to kiss Fatima on the lips. “I love you, Fatima.”
She smiled and shuddered, Mindy’s massaging fingers sending small waves of rapture rippling through Fatima’s body. Her unborn child kicked, excited as she was. Fatima smiled, savoring the pleasure, and watched Ann’s cunt slide up and down on her husband’s cock. She rested her head on his muscular chest. He grunted, trembling beneath her, pumping cum into Ann’s fertile cunt. Ann gasped, shuddering in orgasm, pussy cream and spunk flowing out of her cunt.
“On your back and put a pillow under your ass!” Fatima ordered. “And no licking her clean, Fumi. I want her bred!”
“Fine,” the Japanese woman pouted. “But his cum smells so delicious.”
Fatima took a deep breath, a mix of sweat, cum, and pussy juices tickled her nose. “Yes, it does.”
“Has there been any word yet?” Aaliyah asked as Zaritha knelt next to her.
“No, Mistress,” the Ifrit smile. “Not yet. Christy will find it.”
Aaliyah was the only one of Kyle’s wife not pregnant yet. Nine months of trying and she had not conceived. There was some incompatibility between their natures. Aaliyah so wanted to bear her husband’s heir. She was Kyle’s first wife. It was her duty.
“It’ll work out,” Teleisia said.
Aaliyah stroked her concubine’s thick, black hair as Teleisia laid her head on Aaliyah’s lap. A gentle breeze blew through the garden, thick with jasmine and cool from the mist of the nearby waterfall, relieving some of the heat.
“I think you need to have some of the worry taken away,” Zaritha murmured, nuzzling at Aaliyah’s neck. “I brought a few toys.”
Aaliyah’s body stirred. “Toys?”
A wicked grin crossed Zaritha’s hungry lips. “A few delights from the mortal world. They do come up with the best toys for women to play with.”
“Definitely,” Teleisia smiled, rolling up, her naked, ebony breasts swaying. “Come on, my Sultana, let’s have some fun. It’s a pleasant way to past the time.”
Aaliyah took a deep breath. Playing with the Ifrit and her concubine did sound like fun. “Okay.”
Zaritha pushed Aaliyah back onto the soft grass, her silks melting away at a thought. The grass blades tickled her back and buttocks, and a few even caressed her dripping pussy lips as she spread her thighs. Zaritha reached into a bag and pulled out a long collection of beads, starting out small and growing larger, all attached together to form a rod.
“Anal beads,” Aaliyah smiled.
“Let me get you ready,” purred Teleisia, kneeling between Aaliyah’s thighs, spreading her farther apart.
Aaliyah conjured a pillow beneath her rear, her body rising up as it formed, letting Teleisia’s hungry mouth delve between Aaliyah’s butt-cheeks to lick and nuzzle at her asshole. Naughty pleasure tingled through the Djinn.
“Umm, your tongue always knows how to please me.”
“Thank you, Sultana,” beamed the Black concubine, then her tongue dipped back in, pressing into Aaliyah’s bowels, swirling pleasure through her body.
“What else is in there?” Aaliyah smiled as Zaritha dipped in again. She pulled out a small vibrator, the device humming to life. It was shaped like an egg. Aaliyah smiled as Zaritha brought it to her dusky nipples.
Aaliyah gasped as the vibration tingled through her nipple. Zaritha leaned over, engulfing Aaliyah’s other nipple with her mouth, the Ifrit sucking hard as she slid the egg vibrator around Aaliyah’s areola.
The pleasure stirred through her, mixing with Teleisia’s tongue. Aaliyah’s head lulled, her eyes closing as she let the gentle touch of the concubines roll through her. Teleisia worked two fingers into her pussy, coating them with the growing stickiness.
“I love fingering you, Sultana,” moaned Teleisia, pulling those fingers from her pussy and working them in and out of her ass, lubing her up.
“You do it so well,” moaned Aaliyah.
Twice more Teleisia dipped into Aaliyah’s dripping snatch to get her juices. Then the Djinn’s ass was ready.
The first anal bead popped into her bowels, her sphincter closing around it. Then the second, slightly wider, spreading her out more. Her bowels clung to the orbs on their thin rod as they wormed deeper. A third bead popped in, pleasure tingling through her. Then a fourth, a fifth.
“Oh, yes!” Aaliyah moaned as the wide, sixth bead spread her sphincter open, and then it popped in, her bowels squeezing down. “You wonderful slut!”
Teleisia’s tongue nuzzled at Aaliyah’s pussy, licking through her folds as the Djinn’s asshole clung to the invading beads. Zaritha pulled her lips away from Aaliyah’s breast, a mischievous twinkle on her eye, then the Ifrit drew the egg vibrator down Aaliyah’s stomach towards her pussy.
The Djinn shuddered as the egg vibrator shoved inside her dripping pussy. The vibrations rolled through her, rattling the anal beads inside her. Teleisia nibbled and sucked at Aaliyah’s clit, the Ifrit’s mouth returning to nip and suck at Aaliyah’s nipples.
“You wonderful sluts!” gasped Aaliyah, her hips twitching, a small orgasm churning through her. “Oh, yes!”
The pleasure grew, intensifying inside her. Aaliyah was lost to the bliss. Rapture sang in her mind. She writhed on the grass and let the two concubines pleasure her. Teleisia’s tongue batted her clit, sending another orgasm stirring through her.
Then Teleisia ripped the anal beads out of her.
Her asshole pulsed with passion, spasming open and close as bead after bead was pulled out. The pleasure crashed into the bliss churned by the vibrator. Aaliyah’s hips rose. She cried out loud, her body shuddering, a powerful orgasm rocking her body.
“Yes, yes, yes! You wonderful, slutty whores! Thank you!”
She collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily, struggling to think beneath the lethargy of her bliss. The vibrator stopped humming inside her. Her eyes closed and 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 concubine rose, a smile on her cute face. “Awesome!” She threw her arms around Christy, kissing her Mistress. Christy tasted her tangy musk, savoring the flavor. “Master is going to be so happy!”
Christy nodded, summoning Shadowedge. “Let’s find Britney and Phillipa so we can go home.”
“I heard Phillipa moaning that way,” Sable giggled. “I think they took a break as well.”
Sahabah, The Hidden Realm
Kyle dozed between Fumi and Fatima, Ann curled in a ball at his feet. He hoped he planted a baby in her. Fatima was so excited to breed her young concubine. Sleep was just luring him away, pulling him down into darkness, when a woman cried out.
“I found it!”
Kyle opened his eyes to see Christy jumping on to the bed, naked and flushed with excitement. “What?” Kyle muttered, shaking off sleep.
“Summon Aaliyah! It’s time to make a baby!”
Christy straddled Kyle, stroking his hard cock with one hand, the other clutching a scroll. Kyle sat up, his eyes widening. “You mean it?”
She nodded her head.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissing his wife hard. Her breasts pressed into his muscular chest, her nipples hard point. Her hand guided his swelling cock to her pussy. She sank down on him, a shudder rolling through his body as her tight flesh engulfed him.
“Shouldn’t you be saving that for Aaliyah?” giggled Fatima.
Kyle groaned, leaning back into the pillows as Christy worked her hips up and down on him. Kyle loved it when a woman rode him, savoring the way her breasts bounced and jiggle, and the pleasure crossed her face as she worked his cock in and out of her pussy.
“I need to prepare him,” Christy purred, swiveling his hips. “Besides, doesn’t my pussy feel amazing on your cock?”
“So amazing. I wish Aaliyah was here to see how amazing it is.”
*Done!* Aaliyah announced in his mind. In swirl of dust she appeared on the other side of Fumi.
“I have it, Aaliyah!” Christy moaned, working her pussy faster. “Oh, Kyle. Your cock is wonderful!”
“You have it!” Tears brimmed in Aaliyah’s eyes.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” Fumi smiled, rolling over to Aaliyah. The women hugged, Aaliyah’s hand stroking Fumi’s pregnant belly.
“I can’t wait.”
“Good,” Christy moaned, squeezing her pussy down on Kyle’s cock. “Umm, don’t you just want to flood my pregnant pussy with your cum?”
“So bad,” Kyle groaned. “Keep working those hips like a slut, and I’ll baste your cunt with so much cum.”
Christy’s pussy shuddered around his cock, a small orgasm rolling through his wife. “Oh, yes!” She pumped faster. “Ishtar, bless this cock reaming my pussy. Share with him my fertility so his seed may take root in the stoniest of soil!”
Christy’s pendant flashed amber between her breasts. Heat boiled in her pussy. Kyle groaned, every muscle in his body tensing. He shuddered, her pussy slamming down on him. Christy gasped, her breasts thrusting forward as she came hard on him.
“Cum in me, Kyle, and receive my blessing!” she screamed.
He erupted. His cum pulsed out of him in powerful blasts. He thrust up in her, grunting loudly. Her fire spread into his cock, down into his heavy balls. Another shot of cum burst out and a third, the heat in his balls intensifying.
“Yes, yes!” sighed Christy, slumping off of him, his cock popping out with a wet plop. White cum dripped out. Fumi didn’t hesitate to bury her lips between Christy’s thighs, eager for the feast.
Kyle looked at Aaliyah. Her dusky face contorted in anticipation. She bit her lower lip. She was so cute. Kyle crawled to her, stroking her face. His balls burned to unleash his cum. He lowered his lips to Aaliyah, kissing his first wife.
It had all started with her. That wonderful day when he had freed her from her battered lamp. She was the reason he had all this love in his life. And now he could finally give her what she wanted.
Her legs parted, her hands eager, guiding him to her hole. She was already dripping wet, flushed with excitement. He buried into her, shuddering as her silky flesh engulfed him. He kissed her, moaning into her lips as her limbs wrapped around him.
They writhed together, hips working to please each other. His heavy balls slapped into her taint as they thrust and humped. Kyle’s strong hands roamed her body, finding her round breast and fingering her hard nipples.
“Kyle,” she shuddered, her eyelids fluttering. “Oh, Kyle!”
He nuzzled at her neck, savoring her silky skin on his. He pinched a nipple, her back arching and her pussy squeezing down on his cock. His wives moaned around them, pleasuring each other. The concubines joined in, falling into each other’s embraces, filling the room with a symphony of moans and gasps.
His harem urged them on with their moans.
“Put a baby in her, Master!”
“Pour your seed into her!”
“Knock her up, big bro!”
“Give Sultana what she craves!”
The bed creaked, his thrusts growing harder. Aaliyah shuddered beneath him, her passion spilling through her body. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she writhed, her fingernails clawing his back with passion. Her hips rose up, bucking into his thrusts.
“Cum in me, my husband,” she moaned.
Kyle’s burning balls erupted, dumping his molten cum into her. She shuddered, a powerful orgasm spasming through her. Kyle could almost see his magic-enhanced sperm wiggling through her pussy, heading for her egg.
“I love you,” Aaliyah whispered. “My strong Sultan.”
Kyle smiled, kissing her on the lips, sharing his love with her.
“Um, big bro,” Fatima suddenly said.
“Hmm?” Kyle sighed. He didn’t want to move. He just wanted to lie on Aaliyah.
“I think…” She gasped. “Oh, wow.”
“You should get mom. She’s about to be a grandmother.”
Faiza walked into Fatima’s bedroom. Her son sat on a chair next to Fatima’s bed, a bundle held in his arm. Fatima lounged on the bed, her face flushed, a happy smile on her lips. The bundle in Kyle’s arm shifted.
Joy beat in Faiza’s heart as she gazed at her grandchild.
Kyle looked up at her, a proud smile on his face. “It’s a boy.”
Faiza walked over, tears beading in her eyes. “May I?” She held out her hands.
Kyle nodded, handing over her grandson. She cradled the tiny baby, his skin dusky like his parents. A small hand clenched and unclenched, and Faiza reached out with her index finger, the infant grasping her digit.
“We named him Kyle,” Fatima answered, “Kyle Unmei III.”
“After your father?” The tears flowed down Faiza’s cheeks.
Faiza kissed her grandson’s forehead, sat down on her daughter’s bed, and sang her grandson a lullaby.
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