1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Twenty-Nine: Harem of the Warrior


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    my people.” Aaliyah stood up, brushing her dark hair from her lovely face. “The Jann will support you, and we can figure out our next step from there.” Kyle smiled. “I guess it's time to meet your family, Aaliyah.” “My father, Sheikh Umar ibn al-Jann, will be so happy to see you,” Aaliyah smiled, slipping her arm around Kyle. She wrapped her hands in Toni's auburn hair and guided the concubine's lips to her pussy. Kyle's cock stirred as she flooded Toni's lips with piss, the concubine submitting to his wife just as readily as she submitted to him. Aaliyah conjured breakfast and clothing to wear for the trip across the desert. Everyone wrapped themselves in black linens, turbans around their heads. Aaliyah looked like a Sultana wrapped in her gold-trimmed robes, and she conjured equally fine robes for Fatima, Christy, and Fumi, their robes trimmed in red, brown, and green. Aaliyah pointed the direction to go, her homunculi tromping along beside them. Britney took point, then the concubines ringed around Kyle, his wives, and the two other witches. The heat grew as they marched across the sands, sweat beading Kyle's forehead. Zaritha flashed ahead, whirling across the sky as a column of fire, scouting for danger. “It is so wonderful to be home,” Aaliyah purred, her feet stepping light across the sand, somehow not sinking in like Kyle's boots did. She almost seemed to dance as she walked. She took in a deep breath. “That wonderful scent of dry sand. No moisture to clump ...
    everything into nasty dirt.” “You don't like the water, do you?” Kyle grinned. “Oh, water can have it's moments,” she smiled. “But I am of the Earth, and Earth and Water can be as bitter enemies as Earth and Air.” “What about Fire?” “Before the Ifrit betrayed the Hidden People and threw their lot in with the Marid, my people and and Zaritha's were fast friends.” They had to break every hour. While the concubines had been enhanced by Christy's spell, and Aaliyah and Britney seemed unfazed, the others were not so fortunate. Kyle roasted, even in the cooling robes, and Fumi seemed to wilt like a flower. “I'm a creature of winter,” she moaned, taking a long drink from a canteen Aaliyah had conjured. “Not of this dry desert.” “Yeah,” Kyle agreed. “I grew up in rainy Washington. I don't think I've ever felt air this dry before.” His lips seemed to parch the moment he put down the canteen, the air leaching the moisture out of him. “Do you need a longer break?” She shook her head. “I have enough of your cum in me to last me the day.” Her grin grew sly. “But tonight, I must insist you perform your husbandly duties and fuck me hard.” He stroked her face. “Gladly.” The desert had no features. Only endless dunes of sand, mirages dancing at their peaks. And then, past midday, they crested a dune and witnessed a city rising out of the sand. Slender, white minarets seemed to waiver and dance in the heat above rippling, white walls. “Khoshilat Maqandeli,” Aaliyah smiled. “As beautiful as I remember.” ...
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