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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

enemy Rashid. Mindy and Carla had saved her, throwing themselves at her father to buy her time to escape. She had to get to Kyle. Aaliyah tried to communicate with him, but he didn't respond. He must be in the counsel room! The counsel room, where Kyle had been summoned, was made of sapphire. No form of Djinn mental telepathy or magical scrying could penetrate sapphire. Her sides ached from running. She wanted to turn into a whirlwind of dust and zip to Kyle, but her father had slapped a diamond necklace on her. Diamond anchored her. She couldn't assume a new form or teleport if Kyle were to summon her. All she could do was run. A woman screamed behind her. Aaliyah threw a look over her shoulder. Mindy hurtled down the hallway, thrown by a cloud of billowing dust—Aaliyah's father in his whirlwind form. Mindy crashed in a heap on the ground, the concubine rolling. Her body bled from a dozen, small pinpricks, and her skin looked abraded raw in spots. Mindy gained her feet, growling, and charge down the hallway. “Keep running, Mistress!” she yelled. Mindy, like all the concubines, had been enhanced by Christy's magic, transformed into a warrior with reflexes, speed, and endurance far beyond a normal human's. Teleisia slid to a halt, turning to charge back at the dust cloud. “Get to Master!” the ebony concubine shouted. “Hurry, Mistress.” Aaliyah kept running, turning the corner, racing towards the counsel chambers. She only prayed that the concubines could stop her father ... without getting killed. The sound of whirling dust and women fighting dwindled as she raced through the palace, cutting through open gardens, forcing her body to keep running to reach her husband. She grew closer, entering into the bowels of the palace. Hope blossomed inside her. She was going to make it to her husband and be delivered from this nightmare. He could stop her father. He had defeated Burke by himself. And Britney would be with him. The Rakshasa was fierce in a fight. “Watch out!” Ms. Capello shouted ahead. “There's another one coming from behind.” Aaliyah rounded the corner and tried to halt her running. Her slippered feet slid on the smooth stone, slipping out from beneath her. She fell on her backside as Ms. Capello, Shannon, and her daughter Chyna battled three of the massive homunculi that guarded the castle. Chyna back-flipped out of the way of one of the towering, dust homunculi swinging a ram-do—a massive, two handed sword with a thick blade. Stone cracked where Chyna stood, the blade marring the marble. “You're not touching my daughter!” bellowed Shannon, charging the homunculi in her purple silks. She kicked the towering automaton in the knee, dust billowing as it cracked. The leg folded and the homunculus leaned over, falling onto the tiles. Chyna fell on it, punching her fist through the homunculi's chest before the automaton could rise, the construct falling back into dust. Ms. Capello ducked under a second sword strike, punching it in the groin, her fist ...