Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Thirty-Two: The Seduction of the Si’lat
Copyright 2014

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Poisoned by Burke as they fought.

Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife. Reunited with Kyle.

Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart.

Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife. A witch who follows Ishtar and wields Shadowedge.

Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle’s fourth wife. A succubus-like Yuki-onna and wielder of Windfeather. She is blind.

Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.

Enemies

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.

Hecate: The Dark Goddess that both Ms. Franklin and Burke served. Sent a familiar to seize Faiza’s soul when she died. Hecate has possessed Faiza and approached Rashid for an alliance.

Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Killed by Burke. Her soul was stolen by a familiar of Hecate. Resurrected by Hecate as an instrument of the Dark Goddess’s vengeance against Kyle. Hecate has possessed Faiza.

Makerah: An Unbound Marid, a Djinn that has violated the Laws of his people and escaped punishment through a dark ritual. A servant of Sultan Rashid and his son. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Aljihm: An Unbound Ifrit and servant of Sultan Rashid. Killed by Kyle and Britney during the attack on Khoshilat Maqandeli.

Aalizunah: An Unbound Si’lat and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Slain by Britney.

Jowdah: An Unbound Ghul and servant of Sultan Rashid. Killed by Zaritha.

Khiana: An Unbound Jann. Once a bitter rival to Sultan Rashid but now a servant of the Sultan. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Revealed to be Aaliyah’s father. Killed by Christy, Fumi, and Fatima during the attack on Khoshilat Maqandeli.

Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.

Principal Burke: The identity assumed by Alphonse of Toulouse, a nine-hundred-year-old knight. A warlock serving Hecate. Killed by Kyle.

Concubines

Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.

Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.

Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.

Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.

Antoinette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.

Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.

Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.

Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.

Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.

Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.

Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.

Mindy Unmei nee Stoneking: A nurse at the hospital where Fatima is sick and Kyle’s newest concubine.

Sable Unmei nee Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. While fighting with Christy, she was hit by a Love Elemental’s attack and now completely loves Christy.

Zaritha Unmei: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. After saving Aaliyah, she now serves Kyle as a faithful concubine.

Other Characters

Sheikh Umar ibn al-Jann: Aaliyah’s father. Believed dead, but really he became the Unbound Jann Khiana. Murder his son and heir to trap Kyle and kill his daughter Aaliyah. Killed by Christy, Fumi, and Fatima during the attack on Khoshilat Maqandeli.

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

Ishtar: The Goddess of Magic Christy, Sable, and Phillipa now serve.

Sarai: The daughter of Rashid. She is angry at her father and helps Kyle, pledging the Marid’s support to his rule if he overthrows Rashid.

Sayid: The Vizier to Sheikh Sihab ibn Jann. Helped Khiana and Aljihm to attack Kyle. No he is the regent for Sihab’s son.

Sheikha Hawaa binti al-Si’lat: Ruler of the Si’lat Djinn. Arrived at Khoshilat Maqandeli to meet with Kyle.

Friday, January 29th – Sahabah, The Hidden Realm

Rashid gazed down at the lovely figure of Faiza, Kyle’s own mother. Somehow, Hecate had dominated this woman. Greed burned through him. He could see the potential, but what was her true cost? What did Hecate truly hope to gain out of this alliance. He didn’t believe her declaration of revenge. The lose of a few pawns would hardly matter to the dark goddess.

“Let us speak in private and discuss the terms of our alliance.”

Faiza inclined her head and the ardor building in Rashid’s loins grew. The woman sought to seduce him. An obvious trap. What if this blatant attack is to distract me from a more subtle weapon?

Care would have to be taken.

He rose from his sapphire throne, his slippered feet padding across the polished, blue stone of his palace. He always felt surrounded by a vast ocean when he walked through Sahabah, drawing comfort from the cool, dark surrounding him.

He led Faiza to his private chamber, his eyes falling on the diamond chains that held the Unbound to his service. He almost betrayed his shock. Khiana and Aljihm’s chains had both snapped. Kyle had felled two of his most dangerous servants while he held court. Terror fluttered in his heart. How much power does this youth possess?

“What are your Goddess’s terms?” he asked Faiza, his words rushing out as he tried to master his fear.

Faiza sat on a seat, the hem of her dress slipping up to expose an expanse of dusky thigh. The profile of her face was so lovely. Watch for the subtle knife, Rashid.

“My Goddess will allow me to kill Kyle, thus ending the prophecy that threatens your rule, in exchange for an alliance of marriage.”

Rashid narrowed his eyes. “Whom am I to marry?”

Faiza raised her eyebrows.

I could take this lovely viper as a concubine.

“I will be your Sultana. The first of your wives,” she continued.

“Impossible. I already have enough wives. I will take you as a concubine.”

She shook her head, shifting those lush thighs. “I will be your wife and sit at your counsel chambers.”

“So Hecate wants influence over the governance of my realm?”

“Do you have another choice?” A smile played on her lovely lips. “Four of your unbound already lie dead.”

He flinched, glancing back at the chains before he could stop himself. Her laugh was rich and mocking. Anger flooded through him. “Your Goddess’s price is too high. I have other weapons.”

“Yes. So effective.” She stood up, walking to the chains. She touched the last one remaining. “I’m sure your son, Makerah, will stop him.” She moved on to Aljihm’s shattered chain. “I’m sure he’ll perform better than these four.”

He felt her hands squeezing his balls. His unbound son would fare no better than the other four. He had no weapons left short of open war, and the Djinn did not like to be so direct. If this Faiza could stay Kyle’s hand long enough to leave him vulnerable, he had no choice but to accept her offer.

He opened his mouth, gall choking his throat.

A knock rapped his door.

“Be gone,” he command, his irritation showing. Faiza had him by the balls, squeezing him until he relented.

The door opened anyways and Makerah sauntered in, an insolent grin on his face.

“Why aren’t you out there hunting that Jann bitch down?” Rashid growled.

Makerah grin grew. “Since Aaliyah has reunited with Kyle, it is only a matter of time before they come for your throne. Why waste all that effort out there, when I can enjoy the splendors of your court waiting for his arrival.” His hungry eyes fell on Faiza. “And what splendor you have, Father.”

“Why have you interrupted my discussion?”

“The daughter of that Si’lat whore is requesting an audience in private. She entered the palace in secrecy.”

“You mean, you smuggled her in,” Rashid accused.

“Her price was so sweet, how could I resist?” An oily smile spread across Makerah’s face. “She awaits in the hallway.”

Why has Hawaa sent one of her daughters? “I must speak with her alone.” He glanced at Faiza. “I will consider your offer.”

“Don’t take too long,” she purred. “Kyle is young and prone to rashness. He might storm your palace before we consummate our alliance.”

Faiza slipped out and moments later Durra, the eldest daughter of Hawaa, the Sheikha of the Si’lat, strolled in. The Si’lat’s body was scandalously draped in green silk so thin her flesh bled through. A smile hungry curled on her lush lips. The Si’lat were all whores, and Rashid could smell the stench of the slut’s recent rutting.

“My mother travels to Khoshilat Maqandeli to treat with Kyle Unmei,” she purred.

Rashid was not surprised. The Jann and the Si’lat would oppose him, and the Ghul could be enticed to their cause. Only his Marid and the Ifrit would remain faithful. “Why are you telling me this?”

“My mother will offer one of my sisters to be his wife or concubine to cement the alliance. You know the skill of my kind. And our mother has schooled us well. If you agree to her terms, she will wrap Kyle about her finger and make him dance to her whim. She will addict him to the delights the Si’lat offer. He shall be her slave.”

“Her price.”

“My mother shall be your Sultana. Your first wife. Make your decision swift. I must return to her before the feast at Kyle’s court to tell her your decision.”

“And if I refuse, the Si’lat shall join his cause.”

“You won’t refuse,” Durra laughed.

Rashid found neither of his choices appetizing. Either he lets the Si’lat attempt to rule the Hidden People through him, or he could let Hecate attempt the same. But Rashid knew Hawaa binti al-Si’lat. Better the enemy I know than supping on Hecate’s poisoned feast.

“Tell your mother we have an alliance.”

“She will be greatly pleased.”

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“You are a ravishing creature,” Makerah growled, grabbing the vessel called Faiza and thrusting her into an alcove. “Your beauty is wasted on the wizened bag of bile.”

Hecate did not oppose the Unbound Marid’s hands, allowing him to roam his hands around Faiza’s responsive flesh. Pleasure rippled through her vessel’s body, heat simmering between her thighs. His hands were bold, sliding up Faiza’s thighs and groping her tits.

“And I should submit to someone with so little power as you?” Hecate spoke through her Vessel’s lips. The Goddess delighted in possessing Faiza, using the mother of her enemy to achieve all her goals was so satisfying.

The real Faiza howled and beat in the prison of her mind, feeling the Marid’s molestation but powerless to do anything about it. A finger wormed into her Vessel’s pussy, pumping in and out and stirring more delightful pleasure.

Hecate let out a sigh; his fingers were skilled.

“I can have power,” Makerah whispered in her ear, his fingers thrusting harder through her Vessel’s cunt. Hecate reveled in the bliss, wanton moans escaping out Faiza’s lips. The Marid seized her hand, pulling it down to his crotch. “Feel how much power is in there.”

He had girth, his cock swelling in Faiza’s hand. “Power is more than having a big cock.”

“My father will reject your alliance.”

“He won’t,” Hecate assured, stroking faster at his girth. “I have him right where I want.”

“Unless the Si’lat ruin all your plans. That little whore is in there, working her wiles on my father. You are beautiful, but none can resist their seduction.”

His hands hiked up Faiza’s skirt, and Hecate allowed her Vessel’s legs to part, inviting Makerah to take more liberties with her. He laughed, his lips sucking at Faiza’s neck as Hecate forced her Vessel to guide his cock to Faiza’s pussy.

“No. That is for your father. You may have my ass.”

Makerah spun her about, pressing her against the cool, blue wall. Hecate savored the pleasure as his thick cock penetrated Faiza’s ass. Makerah groaned, sucking harder, driving his cock deep into the Vessel’s bowls.

“There is a place for you in my plan,” she moaned through Faiza’s mouth. “Fuck me harder, then we should find a private place to talk.”

Makerah groaned, his hips hammering with such passion. The pleasure swelled through her Vessel’s body, roaring through Hecate’s mind. She loved every second of her Vessel’s violation, forcing Faiza’s hips to pump and writhe as the cock reamed her asshole.

“Fuck me harder, Makerah! Drive that cock in deep and make me cum!”

“Fucking whore!” he gasped; flesh slapped against flesh. “I am going to enjoy our alliance!”

“Me, too!” Hecate screamed through her Vessel’s lips. The pleasure swelled, on the verge of bursting and flooding bliss through Faiza’s body. “Cum in me! Spill your seed in my ass!”

He buried deep into Faiza’s asshole; liquid warmth pumped into her Vessel.

Bliss erupted, slamming through Faiza’s body and Hecate’s mind. She screamed out her passion through Faiza’s lips, clawing the wall with Faiza’s fingers. Her Vessel shuddered and spasmed, Faiza’s ass spasmed about Makerah’s thick, cumming cock.

“You young stud,” Hecate moaned as the last pleasure shuddered through. “I will enjoy working with your passion.”

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Khoshilat Maqandeli

Kyle waited with his wives and concubines in the antechamber. The smell of roasting meat seasoned with herbs and honey rolled through the halls and his stomach growled in anticipation.

“Patience, my love,” Aaliyah smiled, leaning against him. “You are the Sultan. You must be the last to enter.”

A feast had been whipped up by the Jann to celebrate the arrival of Sheikha Hawaa binti al-Si’lat. After the feast, Kyle would discuss the terms for the Si’lat’s alliance. He would have preferred a simple dinner to talk with the beautiful woman, but these Djinn loved their ceremony and proprieties.

“I’m with Kyle, let’s go in there and eat! I’m starving!” Fatima moaned.

“When are you not starving, Mistress,” Ann laughed, throwing her pale arms around Fatima’s dusky body and hugging her Mistress tight. Ann’s strawberry-blonde hair peaked out around her purple shawl.

Everyone was dressed in silks, Kyle in regal white, his vest open to show off his muscular stomach and chest, Aaliyah in yellow silk. It wasn’t translucent like the outfit she wore in the privacy of their quarters. Fatima was swaddled in fiery red, Christy in Black, and Fumi in green. The concubines wore regal purple, and Britney was draped in blue, though she refused the veil and shawl the other women wore.

Of course, she wasn’t fully female. Since she was a hermaphroditic Rakshasa Aaliyah didn’t object to her breach of decorum.

“When you’re Sultan, Kyle, these veils have to go,” Fatima complained. “It keeps getting stuck in my mouth when I talk.”

“I don’t know,” Christy giggled. “They’re kinda sexy.” She looked out at the various concubines lounging in the antechamber. “Don’t they all look sexy.”

Several of the concubines—Chyna, Toni, and Mindy—preened for Kyle’s enjoyment.

“They do,” Kyle agreed, giving Christy’s ass a squeeze through her black, silk pantaloons. “You always have a good eye for sexy women.”

“It’s the talent I’m most proud of,” she laughed.

“I thought it was enhancing my concubines with your magic,” Kyle grinned. “I love the lactation.”
Christy leaned over. “I gave two more lactation when I added the new augmentations a little while ago.” In the last hours, as the feast for the Si’lat were prepared, Christy added a few new abilities to the concubines as precautions.

Kyle’s cock throbbed. “Which ones,” he whispered back.

Christy winked her hazel eye at him, a smile playing on her lush lips. “I made them promise not to tell you. You’ll just have to suck on all their tits to find out which have been enhanced.”

“What a fun game. Maybe I should start now.”

The door opened and the white-bearded Vizier entered. He ruled the Jann in the steed of Aaliyah’s infant nephew, the murdered Sheikh Sihab’s son. “The feast is ready and the guest await you and your lovely wives and concubines.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait to find out,” Christy whispered in his ear.

Lois, Alexina, Carla, and Teleisia went out first, scanning the gathering of Jann and Si’lat. There were three tables, a short one at the end of the room set aside for Kyle, and two longer tables that ran the length of the room. Beautiful Jann maidens moved about, holding pitchers of water or carrying platters of food. The air was filled with the spicy scents steaming from the platters of sliced roasted meat and vegetables upon beds of saffron rice.

Kyle sat at the center of the main table, Fumi and Christy on his right, Aaliyah and Fumi on his left. Hawaa and her eldest daughter, Durra, sat at the head table while her other daughters were scattered throughout rest of the feast. Hawaa was a mature beauty, her large, round tits cupped in green silk, her nipples a dark shadow through the fabric. Her daughter, Durra, had flashing green eyes, though her breasts failed to come close to her mother’s generous size.

Kyle savored the delicious, spiced meat and savory sauces. His wives laughed and giggled, enjoying the exotic music the Jann played. Half-way through dinner, Hawaa stood up from where she sat beside Christy.

“My daughters have prepared a dance in your honor, great Sultan,” she purred, her voice like honey; Kyle’s cock throbbed with desire for her. “With your permission.”

“I would be most pleased to see your beautiful daughters dance.”

Fumi leaned over and whispered in Kyle’s ear, “ I can smell how excited you are to see them. Make a wish, and I’ll keep you satisfied.”

Aaliyah smirked as she granted his wish. Fumi’s hand reached into his silk pantaloons, seizing his hardening cock as the dozen, beautiful daughters of Hawaa stepped into the center of the room between the three tables. All wore green silk pantaloons hanging from their curvy hips and green shawls, ending in golden tassels, over their dark hair. They slipped out of their silk tops, baring their dusky tits.

A soft music began to play, their hips swaying softly to the beat. Bells tingled. Silver bells dangled like charms from bracelets about their wrists, jingling as they moved their arms in precise, sensual movements.

“Umm, aren’t they beautiful,” Aaliyah purred as Fumi stroked his cock. “Si’lat may all be whores, but they are gorgeous whores.”

“They are beautiful.”

“I’m glad you enjoy the sight of my daughters,” purred Hawaa as the music picked up its beat. The Si’lat dancer’s hips rolled faster, their breasts jiggling. “They are so excited to perform for you.”

Kyle nodded, entranced by their unearthly beauty. Before the attack, Aaliyah and Christy had belly-danced for him, but neither of his wives were able to move with the grace and precision that the Si’lat daughters did.

Fumi’s mouth engulfed his cock, swirling her tongue about his cock. He groaned, his eyes transfixed on the dancers. The music built, a sensual, pounding beat. The dancers clapped to the beat, their hips undulating faster. They turned, rolling their hips as they moved, shaking their bubbly butts at him. Their pantaloons shifted, slipping slightly, showing off a hint of their asscheeks, the silk garments threatening to fall off.

“Umm, that’s so hot,” purred Christy.

“Let’s finger each other, my love,” Aaliyah whispered and Fatima gave a throaty moan for an answer.

Fumi’s mouth sucked harder, her lily-scented excitement filling Kyle’s nose. His cock throbbed in her hungry lips. He couldn’t fight his approaching eruption. Sensuality roared in the air. Fumi’s lips sealed tight on his cock, sucking hard, as Kyle erupted. She swallowed every drop. He groaned, the dancers eyes all fixed on him, orgasmic moans filling their lips as their bodies writhed.

Kyle stayed hard in his wife’s mouth.

Fumi kept sucking. She hungered for cum, groaning and shuddering as she swallowed his life-giving load. Her hands massaged his heavy balls, eager for more of his salty load. The dancer’s hands roamed their bellies and breasts, pinching nipples, their hips almost a blur as they swayed and rolled.

“I didn’t know a woman could move their hips like that,” groaned Fatima. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, Aaliyah! Keep stroking my clit!”

The Si’lat moved their hands down to their groins, rubbing themselves through their silk pantaloons as their hips rolled, thrusting forward. Their sighs grew louder, the music growing softer, letting the cumming dancers make their own accompaniment. Twelve, unearthly beautiful women orgasmed, their breasts bouncing and jiggling as their bodies shuddered.

“Such beautiful whores,” purred Aaliyah. “Oh, yes! Oh, Fatima! I’m cumming!”

Aaliyah brushed Kyle’s arm as she orgasmed.

Kyle groaned, another great cum shooting out of him, his body shuddering. He was so happy he made that wish for sexual stamina as Fumi drank load after load of his cum. She moaned about his cock, cumming a second time.

“I hope my girls left you satisfied,” Hawaa announced, stepping forward and kneeling before him on the opposite side of the table.

“Very satisfied,” Kyle grinned as Fumi sat up. He gave his wife a kiss on the cheek, pulling her against him. Fumi rested her head on his shoulder, panting as she came down from her cum.

“Good. I desire what the Jann have, your greatness,” she continued. “I wish to unite my house with the mighty Unmei line. Take one of my daughters to be yours, and the Si’lat shall follow you and your house for eternity.”

Kyle looked out at the beautiful, topless Si’lat maidens, his cock stirring. “I already have four wives, but I would take a daughter to be my concubine.”

“That is more than acceptable,” purred Hawaa. “I see the Ifrit only provided you with a concubine.” She nodded to Zaritha.

Kyle gazed at the Si’lat’s daughters, trying to choose one. They were all so lovely.

“Let us go apart, your greatness, and discuss our alliance in a more private setting. Let your loving wives choose which of my daughters would most please you.”

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Fatima laughed. “We would need to examine them diligently.”

Aaliyah placed her hand on his. “Would that please you, my husband?”

“It would,” Kyle nodded, his eyes falling on Hawaa and the open invitation her smile gave him. “I will trust you four to make the best decision.”

*She will make her move while you are together,* Aaliyah warned him in his mind.

I won’t be alone with her, Kyle answered. I will have a few of the concubines with me.

Kyle rose. “Let us retire to my quarters where we shall talk.” He grinned at her and her dark eyes melted as his cock swelled. “Alexina, Chyna, and Toni shall attend to us.”

The three concubines he named rose with grace, moving to him, a bit of Alexina’s blonde hair, streaked with pink highlights, peaked out of her shawl. Hawaa glanced at them, her smile deepening. “You have a prodigious appetite.”

“I do.” He walked around the table and held his arm out to her. She hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do, before rising and taking his arm. “This is how they do it where I’m from,” Kyle whispered. “A gentleman always offer’s his arm to a beautiful woman.”

Her laugh was rich and sensual, her fingers light on his bare arm. “I think your customs are quite pleasant.”

Alexina, Toni, and Chyna surrounded Kyle and Hawaa, smiles on their faces. They seemed nothing more than eye candy. He doubted Hawaa would ever suspect just how dangerous Christy’s magic had made them. Especially with the new additions.

Aaliyah was barking commands, ordering Hawaa’s daughters to follow her to the harem. *Have fun,* Aaliyah sent. *Men have always boasted on how sublime Hawaa’s embrace is.*

Enjoy the daughters. I bet Fatima wants to eat each one out.

*Probably.*

“You have accomplished so much for one so young,” Hawaa purred as they walked. “Striding into the Hidden Realm and declaring yourself Sultan. It is so ambitious.”

“Rashid kidnapped my wife. I came to win her back. He created this mess. If he left us alone, I might never have come here. I have to defeat him to protect my family.”

“No ambition for glory.”

Kyle imagined standing before the people of the Hidden Realms, all of them cheering and calling his name as he ruled them. “Maybe a little,” he admitted. “But I will protect my family. I will crush anything that threatens us.” He glanced at her, giving her a direct look.

If the Sheikha caught his threat, she didn’t react. “Such passion. I can see the way you inspired your wives and concubines. I have never seen a man with a harem so devoted to him.”

“Master knows how to take a woman in hand and bend her to his will,” Alexina answered. “He bent me in a hallway and forced me to blow him. So masterful. I loved every second of it.”

“Master had me blow him in a crowded room,” sighed Toni. “And when we were caught by our teachers, Master made her his concubine as well.”

“That was a fun day,” Chyna nodded. “Master planted a baby in me the first time he took me.”

“Remarkable,” Hawaa purred. “Hopefully your wives do not choose one of my more strong willed daughters. Most take after me.”

“Are you saying I couldn’t bend you to my desires,” Kyle asked.

Her smile was hungry. “You could certainly try. But tonight, I freely offer all of my delights. Let us celebrate our alliance.”

Chyna opened the door to Kyle’s remade quarters. With a wish, Aaliyah had put to right all the carnage the dust homunculi had caused earlier today. Hawaa broke away, sliding onto the bed, her clothes vanishing in a gentle breath. She was lush and ripe, far more beautiful than any of her daughters. Her thighs parted, inviting Kyle while her eyes flashed with hunger.

She was a cougar, licking her lips, ready to enjoy a young buck.

“Come to me, Kyle. Show me how you master a woman.” She laughed, almost mocking, almost challenging.

Kyle pulled off his vest as Alexina and Toni knelt to pull his pantaloons down. Alexina’s mouth opened, engulfing him. Some of Hawaa’s beauty faded. She was still gorgeous, but his concubine’s touch seemed to dispel some of her enchantment.

Chyna pressed against him, her top removed and her heavy breasts caressing his back. “Show her that you’re a real man,” she whispered, kissing his neck. “Don’t fall victim to her illusions.”

“I won’t,” Kyle whispered back, turning and seizing his first concubine’s chin and kissing her. Her nipple grew wet, the milk cool against his side. So Chyna’s one of the new girls to have breast milk. “I’m glad Christy gave you that,” he whispered, fingering her nipple. He licked the milk off his finger.

“Me, too, Master.”

Alexina’s mouth pulled off from his cock, the blonde sliding up his other side to kiss his neck. “Fuck her hard, Master.”

“Come to me, Kyle. I need your touch.”

The desire built within him. Kyle felt it cloying at his senses, fighting against the touch of his concubines. He grit his teeth, trying to keep his thoughts straight. He couldn’t let this woman dominate him. He had to be the Master here.

But she was so beautiful and lush.

What if Christy’s enhancements to the concubines aren’t working?

He stepped towards the bed, focusing on the touches his concubines had given him, warding him against the Si’lat’s lust-filled enchantments. But doubt crept in as she beckoned him. She grew more beautiful, more appealing. He wanted to crawl on his knees to her, gazing up at her perfection, and worship her.

Was this a mistake? Did we gamble on Christy’s magic too much?

Kyle took another step to the bed.

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Fumi leaned against the walls as her wives and the concubines mingled with Hawaa’s daughters on the pillows. There was a lot of giggling and feminine squeals. Fumi licked her lips, savoring Kyle’s cum. Being with a woman was all right, but she had two wonderful orgasms from ingesting Kyle’s delicious seed.

She didn’t need to join in on the unwinding orgy.

Aaliyah pressed against Hawaa’s eldest daughter, Durra. The Si’lat’s fingers stroked Aaliyah’s hand. Aaliyah snuggled closer, her hand caressing Durra’s naked breast, trailing her delicate finger up to pinch her nipple. Durra shuddered and moaned.

Lust billowed through the room. The Si’lat all exuded pheromones. They smelled similar to Fumi’s own, lily-scented pheromones. Though theirs were more saffron than lily, but just as intoxicating to a man. But their scents wouldn’t affect the women in this room.

Of course, her wives and all the concubines had an insatiable appetite for female flesh.

Lois was the worst. She had two of the daughters sucking at her tits, then pushed one’s head down to her pussy. Christy kissed Layla’s lush lips, their fingers stroking each other’s pussies, and Fatima had her face buried between Mayy’s large breasts, pressing them against her face. Fatima’s ass shook, and Kayleah pressed her lips into Fatima’s shaved twat.

Fumi’s desires stirred as clothes were discarded and the moans of women echoed through the room. Aaliyah scissored with Durra, both women working their hips to grind their pussies together. Christy had found a dildo and plunged it in and out of Layla’s pussy while she licked and sucked at the Si’lat’s belly button.

“Lick my pussy, whore!” gasped Fatima, straddling Mayy’s face, writhing her hips, as her hands played with the Si’lat’s dusky, large breasts and fat, brown nipples. “Oh, yes. Lick my cunt. You love it! You’re a pussy licking whore. Umm, I think you should be Kyle’s! He could slid his cock through your big tits and squirted his cum across your face.” Fatima shuddered. “Umm, you want that! Lick me harder! Oh, yes!”

Fumi watched as the slim, young woman came, her budding breasts barely jiggling as she writhed, smiling at the pure bliss on her wife’s face. Fatima slumped over, burying her face between Mayy’s legs and licking her shaved pussy.

Ms. Capello nursed another daughter with one breast and Shannon with the other, both women fingering her pussy. Mindy fucked Carla up the ass with a strap-on, the redhead moaning as she bucked her hips into the nurse’s thrust.

“Why don’t you join?” purred a slim Si’lat, her lashes long and dark around her dark eyes. A second Si’lat slipped up beside her. Their dusky faces had the same, delicate features, their breasts the same shape.

“My twin and I would love to pleasure you,” the second said, taking Fumi’s hand.

“Perhaps she enjoys a more private place to make love, Naila,” the first said.

“Would you like to go off with Tarah and I?” Naila asked, pulling her towards a curtained doorway. “You are so beautiful. You smell wonderful.”

“She does,” moaned Tarah, grabbing her other hand and puling harder. Fumi didn’t resist. She needed to be pleasured, and these twin sisters seemed perfect for the task. “I love your scent. Like lilies.”

Fumi smiled as they passed through the silk curtain into a room. The twins pulled her down onto a soft mattress. Tarah tugged down her pantaloons, her fingers soft and leaving trails of fire across her skin wherever they touched. Naila’s fingers pulled off Windfeather, her magical bow shaped like her glasses, plunging Fumi into darkness.

She shuddered, loving the hands tracing her flesh, the soft kisses brushing her skin. She didn’t know which twin touched her. It was so exciting in the complete darkness. They could do anything to her and she had no idea.

Fumi squealed when one kissed and nibbled at her breast while the other’s lips kissed down her spine, nuzzling the small of her back. Fumi sighed, her reaching out to touch their naked flesh, finding perky tits and bubbly asses.

“That’s so wonderful, Fumi,” purred Naila, her voice was slightly higher pitched. “Your fingers are so gentle.”

Fumi’s finger played with her nipple as her mouth went back to sucking at her tit. Then she moved lower, Naila’s stomach quivering beneath her touch. She pressed lower, reaching between her thighs to touch the liquid warmth leaking from her excited pussy.

Tarah’s tongue moved lower down her back, spreading Fumi’s asscheeks apart. The Yuki-onna gasped as a soft tongue rimmed her asshole, pressing into her bowels and stirring pleasure through her body. Fumi loved having her asshole played with and Tarah’s tongue was skilled, swirling around, stirring sweet pleasure through her.

“You smell so wonderful,” moaned Naila, her lips kissing lower down Fumi’s body. “I’ve never smelled something so sweet.”

Fumi’s fingers slipped from Naila’s pussy as the Si’lat worked down her body. Naila’s lips were hot, kissing across Fumi’s stomach. She shivered, the Si’lat’s tongue sliding through her bellybutton, hot and nimble as her twin’s tongue probing Fumi’s asshole.

Then the Si’lat’s tongue found her pussy. Fumi shivered, a wave of pleasure rolling through her as the twin sisters licked and nuzzled at her flesh. She spasmed between the two women’s mouths. She writhed in the darkness as her pleasure swelled. Her entire body tensed, hurtling towards her orgasm.

The pleasure burst through her. Lights danced before her sightless eyes as pleasure bombarded her body. She cried out a wordless, moan of passion. Her hands squeezed silk sheets as their tongues continued their frenzied feast of her flesh—licking, sucking, teasing—driving her orgasm to greater heights.

“You wonderful sluts!” Fumi gasped. “Keep licking me! Keep making me cum! Kyle should keep you two! Twin sisters would excite him so much!”

“Tarah, I’m so horny! She smells so good! I need her! I ache so bad!”

“Yes,” groaned Fumi. “Need me! Ravish me!”

“Control yourself, Naila!” admonished Tarah, lifting her wonderful lips from Fumi’s asshole.

“But she smells so wonderful. And her taste…she’s divine, sweet sister. Taste her.”

Fumi shivered as the twins kissed, their lips smacking together. It was so wrong that they were kissing. Were they touching each other’s bodies? Fumi wished she could see their innocent faces coming together into their incestuous kiss.

“Oh, Naila, that is delicious.”

Naila giggled. “Feel what’s she’s done to me.”

“I feel that,” groaned Tarah while Naila let out a throaty purr.

“So good. I love it when you touch me there, dear sister.”

“You sluts are driving me wild,” Fumi moaned. “Oh, I wish I could see what you were touching.”

Naila purred, “You naughty woman. I bet you do. Umm, I going to share it with you. I don’t care the consequences. You made me so horny.”

Curiosity burned in Fumi. “What are the consequences?”

“You’ll love it,” Tarah promised. “It’ll be our secret.”

Hands pushed Fumi onto her back, both twins roaming her body, groping her breasts. Both mouths sucked on her tits, the twins loving her nipple. Fumi’s excitement grew, a delicious scent tingling her nose, arousing her hunger.

One of the twins mounted her, slipping between her thighs. Something hard brushed her pussy as the twin kissed her. Their breasts mashed together, their lips met. Fumi tasted her sweet pussy juices and knew she was kissing Naila.

And then a hard dildo was shoved into her pussy. Fumi moaned into Naila’s hungry lips, the twin pumping away hard, fucking her with the strap-on. Where did she get it from?

Magic. She’s a Djinn, like Aaliyah, just a different tribe. I bet she can conjure a sex toy when she’s feeling randy.

“Oh, yes!” gasped Naila. “Oh, Tarah! Oh, yes!”

“Fuck her, sweet sister,” Tarah panted.

“I am!”

Fumi’s hips rose up to meet the dildo. It was the best fake cock Fumi had ever experienced. Her body was coming alive, her hunger growing, almost thinking Naila fucked her with a real cock. Fumi’s arms wrapped around the slim Si’lat, her fingers digging into the young woman’s back.

“I’m going to cum, sweet sister! I’m going to flood her pussy with so much cum!”

“What?” Fumi gasped, her orgasm nearing.

Naila buried into her. Cum erupted. Her pussy rejoiced at the flood of cum burning through her. Her Yuki-onna hunger devoured the life-giving cum. Naila gasped atop her, pumping more and more cum into her.

“Oh, yes! That’s what I need!” gasped Naila, collapsing on her.

“You’re alive!” Fumi moaned in relief. “Why aren’t you dead?”

“Dead?” laughed Naila, rolling off Fumi.

Tarah mounted Fumi and she gasped for joy as a second cock entered her. These twin sisters were hermaphrodites. And they didn’t die when they came in her. They weren’t mortals. They were magical beings, immune from her Yuki-onna’s curse.

“I want you both,” groaned Fumi, hugging them tight. “You’re the ones. You’ll be my concubines!”

“I want that,” moaned Naila. “You smell so wonderful. Like a Si’lat, but so much more intoxicating.”

“I’m a Yuki-onna. A succubus!”

“You’re bewitching us,” gasped Tarah. “Oh, that’s so wicked. Oh, yes! Bewitch me!”

Fumi squeezed her bubbly ass, pulling Tarah’s cock deeper into her. Tarah gasped and grunted, her body spasming atop Fumi, and then that wonderful cum was flooding her. Her body rejoiced, orgasming hard as she consumed the Si’lat’s potent seed.

“Oh, I am so keeping you two,” moaned Fumi. “My own concubines. All the other wives have theirs.”

“But you can’t,” whispered Naila. “Mother won’t allow it.”

“Why?” Fumi asked.

“Naila!” Tarah hissed. “What are you doing?”

“We can be hers,” Naila answered. “Didn’t she feel wonderful. Let’s be hers.”

“Why wouldn’t your mother let you two be my concubines?” Fumi asked. “We can tell her you’d be Kyle’s. My husband wouldn’t mind. Trust me.”

“That’s not why,” cried Naila, burying her face in Fumi’s shoulder.

“Tell me.”

Naila shook her head, sobbing hard.

Fumi pushed out her pheromones. She could affect them like she could men, twist them, get them to do what she wanted. “Just tell me,” Fumi cooed, stroking her hair. “Let’s figure this out.”

“I can’t,” moaned Naila.

She pushed out her scent to Tarah, pulling the other sister to her. She kissed Tarah’s forehead. “Tell me, Tarah. Then you can enjoy the delights of my pussy again. Don’t you want that. Don’t you want to feel your hard cocks inside me?”

“Yes,” groaned Tarah. “You were so much more wonderful than being with any other woman. I want to taste you again.”

“Then tell me,” purred Fumi, letting her hands explore their bodies, teasing them, stroking them. “Just tell me.”

Naila let out a strangled groan and shouted, “Mother is going to dominate Kyle and then deliver him to the Marid’s.”

A momentary panic flooded Fumi. “It’s okay. Kyle won’t fall prey. I’ve felt your kind’s influence. It’s not that strong.”

“You don’t understand,” Tarah gasped. “Mother is so much more than us. She is the eldest of the Si’lat. Her skill has grown over the millennia.”

Fumi rose up. Will Christy’s enhancements to the concubines be enough to ward Kyle if Hawaa is so much stronger than the average Si’lat?

“It doesn’t matter,” Tarah sighed. “Mother will already have dominated him by now. He’s her slave. She’ll be whisking him and Aaliyah off to the Marid any time now.”

“Not if I have any say in the matter,” Fumi growled. “What did you do with my glasses.”

“Glasses?” Naila asked.

“The green thing I wore on my face. I can’t see without it!”

Naila pressed Windfeather into her hand and she formed it into a bow.

“You have mother’s bow?” Tarah gasped.

“And I’m going to kill your mother with it if she thinks to steal my husband!”

To be continued…

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