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

Date: 12/3/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Alien, Blowjob, Female/Female, Incest, Lactation, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Transgendered, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

end upon a dais. A younger Jann sat upon it, his body lean and muscular, his chest bare, and a golden turban wrapped about his head. “Who comes before the court of Sihab ibn al-Jann?” a muscular, dark-skinned Jann beside the throne bellowed. “Kyle Unmei,” Kyle announced, projecting his voice with confidence. He could not show any weakness if these Jann were going to follow him He had to be a leader. Like Dad. “And his wives and concubines.” “Where is our father?” Aaliyah called out. “Why do you sit on his throne, Brother?” A ripple passed through the room and Aaliyah flushed, looking down. She had grown used to being in America where women spoke their minds. “Your tongue is as bold as ever, dear sister,” Sihab announced, rising from his throne. “My apologies, Brother,” Aaliyah muttered. “I forgot my place.” Sahib's turned to Kyle, eyeing him up, his youthful face growing hard. “You are a thousand years late.” Kyle shrugged. “I'm here now.” “He is the one,” an old, wizened Jann woman croaked. “He is the one I saw in the frankincense. And he has his consorts and companion. Six shall be one, the Marid defeated.” She cackled at Sihab. “Just like I told you and your foolish father.” Aaliyah's face was pale, her body trembling. “What happened to Umar ibn al-Jann?” Kyle asked. Sihab swallowed, his eyes hardening as they fell on Aaliyah. “Our father is gone, dear sister. Dead. He sought to contend with Rashid and lost.” “He never had a chance,” the crone continued. Kyle frowned, ... wondering why this woman spoke and was respected when the Jann clearly did not allow women to voice their opinion. Was it hypocrisy? Or did this woman have that strong of a personality? Every Jann nobleman she cast her gaze on flinched and looked away. “I told him when he set out on his folly that his daughter would one day emerge. But he lost hope as the centuries piled on.” Aaliyah back went rigid, her eyes watering, but she kept her regal poise. Kyle wanted to hug her and grieve with her. The loss of his mother welled up inside him, but he had to be strong, to become as hard as the mountains if he was going to defeat the Marid. “Sihab ibn al-Jann, will you swear fealty to the rightful Sultan?” Kyle asked, his voice booming. “I have married your sister and come to fulfill the agreement.” “Do you think you can really defeat Rashid?” Fear tinged the Sheikh's voice. “Yes.” Kyle fixed him with a hard stare. “I have the strength of the mountains at my side.” He touched the hilt of Earthbones. “We shall defeat the Marid's with or without your help.” “Kneel to him,” the crone cackled. “Do not make your father's mistake.” Sihab slipped from his throne and fell to his knees. “You have my pledge of support. I honor the agreement of my father. The Jann shall be at your back, Sultan.” <p style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Khiana stroked his white beard stained with rust as he walked through the midnight streets of Khoshilat Maqandeli. The Unbound Jann brimmed with ...