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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

Date: 3/20/2017, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female/Female, Group Sex, Incest, Lactation, Male / Females, Transgendered, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

pulled into Haawiyah for the crimes he had committed. Kyle released the energy. Christy, Aaliyah, Fumi, Fatima, and Britney flashed into existence around him, each holding their artifact. Fatima whooped, thrusting her spear up into the air. Fumi smiled at him, and Christy leaned on her staff, wiping her sweaty brow. Britney nodded at him. And Aaliyah took his hand. “Take your throne, Sultan,” she whispered. “You earned it, big bro,” beamed Fatima. Fumi slipped up and took his other hand. “Take what is yours.” Kyle crossed the room, his back straight. He let Earthbones disappear in a flash of gold and sat upon the throne of the Djinn, gazing out at the quavering Marid. They cast fearful glances at the half-molten spot where Makerah had been consumed. The first Marid stumbled forward, falling to his knees. “Sultan!” he cried out, falling prostrate before Kyle. “Sultan!” Another Marid. “Sultan!” A few more. And then the dam broke and the rest flooded into the throne room, bowing before the mortal that had claimed the Sultanate. “What is your command?” Kyle had no idea. His wives joined him, standing around his throne. He stared out at the assembled Marid. What am I going to do as Sultan of the Djinn? Aaliyah whispered a suggestion into his ear. “Summon the Sheikhs to Sahabah to celebrate my coronation,” Kyle declared. “All should celebrate this happy day with feasts.” “Yes, Sultan,” a trembling Marid nobleman said. “But who shall lead the Marid? Who will be our Sheikh?” ... “Rashid's daughter,” Kyle answered. “She shall be your Sheikha.” The concubines limped in as the courtiers bustled off to ready the feast. His women were all bedraggled and battered, but they all had smiles on their faces. He saw all their faces. None had been killed by Makerah's rampage. “Master, Mistresses,” Shannon bowed before the throne. The rest of the concubines, even Hawaa, followed her in. Kyle smiled at his harem. “We are ready to serve you.” Kyle's breath caught as his mother stepped into the throne room, her arms hugging tight to her body. “Mom,” Kyle said, rising up from the throne. Tears brimmed in his eyes. She was alive and free. “Mom!” Fatima cried out, racing from Kyle's throne across the room and throwing her arms around Faiza. “My baby girl.” Tears ran down his mom's cheek as she clutched her daughter tight. Kyle stood up, striding towards them. He threw his arm around both of them, hugging them tight. “Is it really you, Mom?” “Yes, dear,” she smiled. “Mother!” Aaliyah cried out, joining the hug. “I'm so relieved,” Christy said. “It's nice that you’re back with us Faiza.” Fumi walked up, hanging back. Kyle frowned. “What's wrong?” “I haven't been introduced yet.” Kyle laughed. “Right. Mom, this is Fumi.” His mother broke away, looking at the trembling, Japanese woman. “So you're my son's fourth wife.” “I am...Mother.” Kyle's mother seized Fumi in a tight hug. “I'm so glad you make him happy.” “Thank you,” breathed Fumi, tears running out of her all-white eyes. “We ...