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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

Fatima's two concubines, were right behind her. Ann's face was bruised and Fatima's red silks were covered in dust. Her spear stabbed into one of the constructs. Fire flared, and the construct turned. Cracks formed across its body as it moved, dust sloughing off in hard chunks and falling to the floor. Fatima baked the dust homunculi into clay brick, the automaton cracking into brittle pieces around her spear's fiery tip. “I don't know what's going on!” Fatima shouted as she charged the next construct. Ann, Kayleah, and Lois swarmed the third, their enhanced strength ripping the construct to pieces as Fatima's fire hardened and backed the other one. “Me either,” Christy sighed, stepping out of Sable's spell. “But I'm glad to see you.” Fatima turned, leaning on her spear. She looked fierce for such a small woman, her dusky body dripping sweat. “So, what is going on?” Fatima asked. “We were attacked. We've been set up. Kyle and Aaliyah were lured away.” “Okay. Let's go and find them,” Fatima grinned. “I don't know where they're at,” Christy complained A woman's shout came through the walls. “We just follow the sounds of fighting,” Fatima shrugged. “There's no way our husband's going down without tearing this place up.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi lowered her bow as the last homunculi fell to pieces, blown apart by her wind. Toni gasped in pain, her leg twisted at strange angle. Alexina bent over the concubine, tending to her wound. Fumi turned back to the palace, ... sending wind before her to paint everything with stark clarity. She could only see thanks to Windfeather, her bow, showing her the wind currents flowing around solid objects. The sound of fighting echoed from the palace. It wasn't just the three of them that had been attacked. “Stay with Toni and protect her,” Fumi commanded. “I'm supposed to protect you, Mistress,” Alexina objected. “I'll be fine. But she's hurt and vulnerable.” “But...” Fumi fixed her sightless gaze at Alexina. The concubine's face bowed. “Yes, Mistress.” Fumi ran across the garden, the wind whipping around her, pushing her forward. She leaped, the wind carrying her over a railing and into the palace itself. She paused, listening to the sound of women yelling and a great, roaring wind. It came from her left. “Fumi!” Fatima shouted, emerging ahead as Fumi raced through the hallway. “The fight's this way!” Fumi shouted, racing by. “Come on!” “Right behind you!” laughed Fatima, the younger woman catching up, her yari held before as she ran. Behind them, Christy, the witches, and three concubines followed. The party rounded a corner. Wind howled, thick with dust before them. A man seemed to stand at the center, controlling the dust-filled winds. Three concubines were battered about in the storm, their bodies tossed and battered. “That dust is thick!” Fatima shouted. “Can you see in there, Fumi?” “Our enemy stands at the center.” Fumi drew upon Windfeather, reaching out to the wind, charming it to her whim. She calmed ...