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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-One: The Strength of the Harem
Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com
are all whores and never to be trusted.* A beautiful woman in green silks strode in, mature and ripe, her breasts plainly visible through her silk top. A bevy of lush women trailed after her, all dark eyed and moving with inhuman grace. Kyle's cock stirred as he stared at them. “Greetings, Kyle Unmei,” the Sheikha purred. “We have much to discuss.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sahabah, The Hidden Realm Rashid watched the graceful, dusky-skinned, Arab woman stride through his court towards his sapphire throne. Hecate's servant had arrived to seal their alliance and aide him in Kyle's destruction. Her feet echoed on the polished, blue floor. An insolent smile graced her lips and dark power radiated from her. “Greetings, Sultan of the Hidden Peoples,” she bowed. “Hecate desires me to be your most humble servant until Kyle's defeat. We have much to discuss.” Rashid examined the woman. She had mature beauty, a hunger burning in her dark depths. Her clothing revealed much of her lush curves and her lips had a predator curl to them. Lust stirred in his loins. Centuries ago he had lost interest in his plethora of concubines and wives. Some glamour of Hecate's wards her, attracting my interest, Rashid mused. “What makes you so effective against Kyle?” he asked, ignoring his lust. He was not so foolish to fall into such an obvious trap. “How will you kill him when others have failed?” “I am Faiza Unmei.” “Unmei? You are his kin?” “His mother,” she grinned; he shivered, there was nothing warm, loving, or motherly in that smile—only the promise of death. “He could never raise a hand to me. He loves me.” To be continued...