Kyle grinned, licking her pussy one more time as he rose up. "I always want to fuck you hard."
She smiled then groaned as he thrust into her. Her pussy squeezed about his girth, her hips slamming back. Pleasure roared through her, stirred up by his wonderful thrusts. Their flesh slapped together, Kyle grunting every time he buried into her sweet depths.
He fucked her slow and hard, letting her savor every inch, his hips shifting, working that cock through her wonderful parts. She moaned, pushing back and squeezing her cunt about that amazing shaft. Her pleasure increased, shuddering through her.
"Your mouth looks free," Sable purred, sliding in front of Christy. "Will you lick my pussy, Mistress? I love it when you do."
"Sure," Christy moaned, letting Kyle's thrust push her face down between Sable's sweet musk. Honey-brown, curly pubes tickled her lips as she ate out her concubine. Sable let out a lovely sigh, her hips twitching as she licked and sucked.
"Eat the slut out," groaned Kyle, thrusting faster. "Work your tongue through her twat. Fuck! That is so sexy. I love watching your pink tongue slide through her juicy cunt."
"Mmm, she tastes so good, I just can't resist," Christy purred, licking her lips clean of the sweet pussy juices before diving back in to take another long, slow lick.
"Oh, Mistress," gasped Sable. "Mmm, yes. I love you! Thank you!"
"Play with your tits, whore!" Kyle growled. "Pinch and roll those nipples while your Mistress licks your twat."
"Yes, Master," she groaned. "Mmm, like this!"
Christy's eyes flicked up. Her concubine pinched her nipples between her fingers, pulling on her taut breasts.
"Just like that slut!" Kyle's thrusts were hard, their flesh slapping together, his heavy balls smacking into her clit.
Christy groaned, her tongue sliding around Sable's clit. She sucked, nibbling on the nub. Sable's squeal was so cute. She tugged hard on her nipples, her hips bucking up into Christy's eager mouth. Christy nibbled a second time, her concubine shuddering hard.
"Oh, Mistress! That's it! That's what I needed!"
Pussy juices flooded out of Sable's pussy, dripping into Christy's mouth. She drank them down, savoring the flavor. She swirled them about her mouth before swallowing them. Her own pleasure neared, stirred by Kyle's hammering dick.
"Fuck! Fuck! I love watching a woman cum! Oh, yes! And you drink her juices down!"
"Yes!" moaned Christy. "Cum in me, Kyle! Give it to me! Oh, yes! I'm so close. Pour your spunk into me!"
Kyle grunted. His thrust grew erratic. He was so close. She twisted her hips and squeezed her pussy down around his thrusting cock. Her pleasure mounted, her nerves screaming inside her pussy. Kyle shuddered, slamming into her.
"Christy!" he moaned as his wonderful cum flooded her depths.
Her orgasm shuddered through her. Hot and fast. Her pussy spasming about his hard cock. He drew back and thrust in again, sending a smaller wave through her. She shivered, bliss flowing through her.
And then he pulled out.
She collapsed onto the bed, rolling over and resting her cheek on Sable's wet pussy and warm belly. "Did you have a nice cum, Mistress?" Sable purred.
"I did," Christy smiled, watching Kyle disappear beneath the ecstatic Toni, Alexina, Carla, and Kayleah, the concubines eager to enjoy their master. She closed her eyes, savoring the lingering traces of her orgasm.
Someone wiggled between her open legs, licking at her pussy. She cracked her eyes open and smiled. "Hi, Fumi."
"Christy," the blind woman smiled back, her lips smeared with cum and pussy juices.
Christy leaned back and savored her next orgasm.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kalila trembled before Kyle's throne, swathed in red silks, a veil and shawl covering her lovely face. Kyle's concubines surrounded the throne, lounging with a deceptive casualness, swathed in purple silks. Hawaa, his concubine and Sheikha of the Si'lat, knelt at Kyle's feet.
"Fatima, sit with your back straight," Aaliyah admonished. "You are Kyle's Sultana. You do him disrespect by slouching upon your throne."
"Geez," Fatima groaned, rolling her almond-shaped eyes beneath her red shawl, a veil hiding her lips. "Chill, Aaliyah."
"The Sheikh of the Ifrit is coming to treat with our husband," Aaliyah hissed."
"Fine." Fatima straightened in her throne to Kyle's right. "There. Happy?"
Aaliyah, sitting to his left, nodded. "Good. You will make our husband proud."
Fatima rolled her eyes a second time. Kyle grinned, took her hand, and kissed her fingers. "Humor her."
"Yes, big bro." Her eyes flashed as she mimicked Aaliyah's submissive words. And then a smile cracked her lips "It's just so much fun teasing her."
"He comes," Britney whispered. She stood in the vizier's position, just to the right and behind his throne, swaddled in blue silk. Phillipa and Sable were back there, too, whispering as they maintained the protection spells that surrounded the throne. Nearby, Sayid, the Jann's vizier, was not happy to have his position here in the room and in Kyle's councils usurped by Britney.
Someone had betrayed Kyle's plans to the Marid. When they had gone to Jabal al-Dukhan this morning to rescue Kalila, the Ghul had been waiting. It had to be one of the Jann standing in the court that claimed to serve Kyle.
Unless it was one of my family.
Kyle didn't want to suspect his women. It would be so easy. Christy had betrayed him out of jealousy once, maybe she could do it again.
He pushed that thought down, glancing over at Christy on the other side of Aaliyah, wrapped in black silk. She met his eyes and he could see the love in her hazel depths. There was no way she could have been the traitor.
It had to be one of these Jann. They knew our next step was to free Kalila, and Rashid must have deduced where Zaritha had hidden the Ifrit Sheikha.
The great stone doors of the throne room opened and whirling fire soared in past homunculi that guarded the throne. The flames resolved into the Ifrit. They were tall and lanky, their hair black as coal. All had scimitars thrust through their red sashes. At the center stood a richly dressed man, his eyes as hard as black diamonds, his brown chest rippling with muscles.
Kalila let out a pleased sound, striding forward and falling to the floor and pressing her veiled face to his feet. Her body shook as she cried. The man, Haleem ibn al-Ifrit, fixed his eyes at Kyle, his body taunt, tensed.
Kyle recognized his stance and rose from his throne, returning Haleem's gaze with equal strength.
This all could still go wrong.
Silence gripped the court as Kyle stared down the Ifrit. He itched to summon his blade, but that would only make Kyle seem weak. He couldn't react out of fear.
Haleem inclined his head, stroking his oiled goatee. "You have my thanks, noble Kyle, for returning my wayward wife to me."
"I have come to put right the Hidden Realm that the Marid tyranny has caused," Kyle answered. "Your wife's abduction was the act of a petty fool."
"Nicely put," Britney whispered. "Keep on this line. Prove you are the better ruler."
"Rashid has clutched on to his rule with desperate hands," Kyle continued. "He betrays his weakness at every turn. Kidnapping, assassination, scheming behind closed doors. He has sent Unbound to attack my wives and me. His very rule slanders the noble name of the Djinn. He drags the proud Ifrit into his filth. He has forced you and your people to muddy their hands so that his may remain clean."
Haleem stared at him. "And you would do better? You are a weak mortal."
"I am a warrior," Kyle declared. "I wield Earthbones and command the rocks. My lineage can be traced back to great fighters. My own father was a mighty warrior, leading hundreds of men into war."
"I see a man hiding behind a wall of women," Haleem sneered. "A brash mortal that doesn't know the difference between his sword and his cock."
The concubines went ridged, hissing in fury.
"You will have to prove your strength," whispered Britney. "He will respect that."
Kyle strode forward. Fatima rose and Aaliyah hissed in their minds,
Sit down before you ruin everything. You will only make our husband seem weak if you go out there. The Ifrit will not respect him if hides behind his women.
"Zaritha's a fighter," muttered Fatima. "Can't the Ifrit realize the concubines are equally dangerous?"
"There is a reason I betrayed my people," Zaritha answered through clenched teeth.
The concubines parted as Kyle passed, nodding to him. "Show him your strength, Master," Chyna purred. His skin tingled as he passed through the protection spells. Every eye was on him as he strode towards Haleem. Kalila recovered and moved behind her husband, her head bowed.
"I am not afraid of you," Kyle declared.
Haleem's scimitar flashed out and slashed at Kyle in one smooth motion, forcing the youth to backpedal. Kyle slipped into his fighting stance, reaching out to Earthbones and commanding the katana to appear in his hand. The blade materialized in a flash of gold light.