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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem

Date: 3/18/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

earth to burst up around the whirling fire, forming a wall that curled over to stop the fire's escape. All the water of the pond rushed past Kyle, channeled by Britney, and slammed into the Ifrit's firewhirl. Steam flashed as Britney drowned the Ifrit. Kyle continued shaping the earth, pulling the stonewall around the drenched fire. Steam billowed out, the Ifrit's fires weakening, sputtering. The last water in the pond poured in, boiling way in a flash. Kyle closed the earth around the firewhirl, pulling the Ifrit down into the ground, smothering his weakened flames. He could feel the Ifrit struggle and howl, trying to pour enough heat to melt the stone. Kyle took him deeper below the ground, burying him beneath a hundred feet of rock. The pressure grew, squeezing down on Aljihm's dwindling fire. He held the Ifrit down there until he felt the rocks began to cool. The Ifrit's fire was out. “Your plan worked,” Britney said. “I'm just glad you understood your role.” “It was a simple plan. Perhaps, that is why it was so successful.” “Thanks,” Kyle snorted, his lungs burning as he breathed. Aaliyah walked over, putting her arms on him. “We still have to deal with my father.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “What do we do now?” Fatima asked as she stared at the glass statue. “We need to find Mistress,” Teleisia said. “She was running to get Master.” “So, does anyone know where the council chamber is?” Fatima looked around. Christy and the witches shook their heads and the ... concubines all shrugged. “She was running that way,” Teleisia pointed. The world suddenly folded around Fatima and then she popped back into reality, her bare feet sinking into mud. She blinked as she stumbled, arms whirling to hold her balance. She stood in the bottom of an empty pond, colorful fish flopping around the mud while a garden burned around them. Kyle stood nearby, Aaliyah's arm wrapped around him. Soot smeared his face and body, and he coughed as he leaned on Aaliyah. “Britney!” Phillipa gasped and hugged the equally bedraggled Rakshasa. All the concubines and wives had been summoned by Kyle's wish. “What happened here, big bro?” “A mad Ifrit.” “Zaritha? Did you piss her off.” Kyle shook his head and pointed at a groaning, wounded Zaritha. “She saved me. It was one of the Unbound.” “Like that Jann we killed,” Fatima panted. “You killed him?” Fatima frowned at the pain in Aaliyah's voice. “You bet we did, Aaliyah. I turned him to glass.” “That was my father.” Fatima gaped. “I...uh...what?” Guilt punched her in the stomach A tear ran down Aaliyah's cheek, then her Genie wife walked over and hugged her. “It's for the best,” Aaliyah cried. “He was Unbound. That was really just a shell. An empty husk full of evil.” Fatima hugged her back, relieved Aaliyah didn't hate her. “We need to know what's going on,” Kyle growled. “Are the Jann our enemies? Why did the Vizier lead us into a trap?” “My father commanded his loyalty,” Aaliyah sighed. “He...killed my brother and...” She let ...