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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

shattering through surface. Dust leaked out and the homunculi staggered. “What's going on?” Aaliyah shouted, climbing to her feet as Shannon dispatched the damaged construct. “They attacked us the moment the doors closed, Mistress,” Ms. Capello shouted as mother and daughter attacked the last remaining dust guardian. The teacher turned to the door, seizing the sapphire handle and straining to open it. Her hand jerked back. “That's burning hot. And Master's in there! He was banging on the door.” “He cracked it,” Aaliyah gasped, striding forward. “Break it down. I can't communicate through the sapphire.” “Yes, Mistress!” Ms. Capello, her big tits bouncing beneath her purple, silk vest, drew back her fist and slammed it into the door. More cracks appeared. The door seemed weakened by Kyle, and the concubine's strength fractured it more. “That's hurt,” groaned Ms. Capello as she drew back her fist and punched again. She screamed in pain, grasping her wrist as more cracks spider-webbed across it.” “Are you okay?” “I broke my hand,” she gasped, her wrist twisted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy looked up at the homunculus above her, raising up its sword. Her plan was unraveling quickly. She had planned on using Shadowedge, her staff, to teleport about the room and draw a magic circle. With the circle, Phillipa could ground out the magic animating the three constructs attacking them. Christy had drawn the first point, but when she teleported to draw the second, she had ... collided with Lois. And the concubine had knocked the chalk out of Christy's hand. The chalk had rolled right to the feet of their attackers. Christy swallowed, looking up at the deadly homunculus. The witch was vulnerable now. Sable and Phillipa were safe behind the shield, and Lois had her enhanced reflexes. The homunculus sword swung. Christy teleported away from the chalk and the sword strike, flashing back to the protection of Sable's shield. “That didn't work out well,” Phillipa said. “Yeah,” Christy muttered. “What attack spells so you know?” “I only know sleep and pain spells. I don't think those will work against animated dust.” “Probably not,” groaned Christy. Lois danced about the room. She was the only concubine here, and though the Native American concubine was nimble, it took all her effort just to keep the homunculi's swords from finding her flesh, let alone getting an attack in. “So, do we just sit her under the shield until help comes?” “I can go get help,” Christy said. “Fatima and Fumi are just out in the garden. And Kyle's in the counsel room.” “Do you know where the counsel room is?” Phillipa asked, her black hair matted by sweat to her olive face. “Nope. I guess it's Fatima and Fumi them.” “Banzai!” a young woman roared. Christy recognized that shout. With a smile, she said, “Guess I don't need to get Fatima.” The young woman leaped through the curtains that shaded off the open archways from the garden, her flaming spear held before her. Kayleah and Ann, ...