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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior

Date: 12/16/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 90.3, Source: sexstories.com

the bed, her legs parting. She strolled a finger through her damp bush, twirling her pubic hair with one hand. “See how excited your prowess has made me, my husband. Feel how wet I am.” His clothes vanished into mist, his cock thrusting hard before him. He moved to her, crawling across the bed. He kissed her dusky thigh, her hands cupping his face as his beard slid up her leg. She shivered, spreading her legs wider, pulling his lips to her pussy. Her tart excitement filled his nose. She shuddered as he licked her, savoring her juices. “My strong husband!” she gasped. “So wise and wonderful!” He licked harder, spurred on by her words, his tongue sliding through her petals. She tasted divine. No wine or candied date had ever tasted so delicious. He drank more of her ambrosia, her hips writhing beneath the pleasure of his mouth. “So wise!” she moaned. “And yet you allowed my son to live.” He pulled away, looking up at her. “You know why I let him live.” She pulled on his beard, drawing him up her body. “Because you're afraid, my lord? Which is so foolish because you're so strong.” Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him tight, bringing his hard cock to the opening of her pussy. He slipped in, groaning as her tight, spongy flesh engulfed him. He shuddered as inch after inch of his cock slipped into her depths. “My strong husband!” she gasped. “Afraid of a few women!” “I am not afraid,” he groaned, his hips thrusting hard. “Then kill him.” Her hand stroked his face. “For ... me, my love. I'll be ever so grateful.” Her pussy pulsed and writhed about his cock. New delights blossomed inside Rashid. He wanted to say yes. To let the boy die for all the trouble he had caused. But Rashid was not an idiot. “He lives! That is my will!” he pumped harder, savoring every bit of her flesh. “Please, husband. Give me this one little thing.” “And ruin all my plans?” Her eyes flared. “You will not submit to my whim?” “You are my wife,” he growled, thrusting harder. “You submit to me, whore!” The bed creaked and groaned with the vigor of his thrusts, the pleasure swelling through him. “You will never obey me,” Faiza sighed. “You must think I am as weak as my son!” Rashid growled, pounding her pussy without mercy, extracting every last ounce of pleasure from her cunt. “I had hoped. You may kill him, Makerah.” Rashid screamed in pain as Makerah formed out of mist, thrusting his hand through Rashid's back and grasping the Sultan's heart. Rashid gasped, staring down at the triumph in Faiza's eyes. “Your son will make a much more biddable Sultan,” Faiza purred. Makerah ripped out Rashid's heart. The Sultan of the Hidden People fell dead upon his new bride. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy leaned against the diamond door. “No spell works. Without my amulet, I don't have the focus I need to channel Ishtar's power properly.” Kyle didn't answer her. He still sat on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. “Do you have any ideas, Kyle?” No answer. Her husband had been ...