“That sounds wonderful!” Kyle grunted, leaning over to kiss Fatima on the lips. “I love you, Fatima.”
She smiled and shuddered, Mindy’s massaging fingers sending small waves of rapture rippling through Fatima’s body. Her unborn child kicked, excited as she was. Fatima smiled, savoring the pleasure, and watched Ann’s cunt slide up and down on her husband’s cock. She rested her head on his muscular chest. He grunted, trembling beneath her, pumping cum into Ann’s fertile cunt. Ann gasped, shuddering in orgasm, pussy cream and spunk flowing out of her cunt.
“On your back and put a pillow under your ass!” Fatima ordered. “And no licking her clean, Fumi. I want her bred!”
“Fine,” the Japanese woman pouted. “But his cum smells so delicious.”
Fatima took a deep breath, a mix of sweat, cum, and pussy juices tickled her nose. “Yes, it does.”
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“Has there been any word yet?” Aaliyah asked as Zaritha knelt next to her.
“No, Mistress,” the Ifrit smile. “Not yet. Christy will find it.”
Aaliyah was the only one of Kyle’s wife not pregnant yet. Nine months of trying and she had not conceived. There was some incompatibility between their natures. Aaliyah so wanted to bear her husband’s heir. She was Kyle’s first wife. It was her duty.
“It’ll work out,” Teleisia said.
Aaliyah stroked her concubine’s thick, black hair as Teleisia laid her head on Aaliyah’s lap. A gentle breeze blew through the garden, thick with jasmine and cool from the mist of the nearby waterfall, relieving some of the heat.
“I think you need to have some of the worry taken away,” Zaritha murmured, nuzzling at Aaliyah’s neck. “I brought a few toys.”
Aaliyah’s body stirred. “Toys?”
A wicked grin crossed Zaritha’s hungry lips. “A few delights from the mortal world. They do come up with the best toys for women to play with.”
“Definitely,” Teleisia smiled, rolling up, her naked, ebony breasts swaying. “Come on, my Sultana, let’s have some fun. It’s a pleasant way to past the time.”
Aaliyah took a deep breath. Playing with the Ifrit and her concubine did sound like fun. “Okay.”
Zaritha pushed Aaliyah back onto the soft grass, her silks melting away at a thought. The grass blades tickled her back and buttocks, and a few even caressed her dripping pussy lips as she spread her thighs. Zaritha reached into a bag and pulled out a long collection of beads, starting out small and growing larger, all attached together to form a rod.
“Anal beads,” Aaliyah smiled.
“Let me get you ready,” purred Teleisia, kneeling between Aaliyah’s thighs, spreading her farther apart.
Aaliyah conjured a pillow beneath her rear, her body rising up as it formed, letting Teleisia’s hungry mouth delve between Aaliyah’s butt-cheeks to lick and nuzzle at her asshole. Naughty pleasure tingled through the Djinn.
“Umm, your tongue always knows how to please me.”
“Thank you, Sultana,” beamed the Black concubine, then her tongue dipped back in, pressing into Aaliyah’s bowels, swirling pleasure through her body.
“What else is in there?” Aaliyah smiled as Zaritha dipped in again. She pulled out a small vibrator, the device humming to life. It was shaped like an egg. Aaliyah smiled as Zaritha brought it to her dusky nipples.
Aaliyah gasped as the vibration tingled through her nipple. Zaritha leaned over, engulfing Aaliyah’s other nipple with her mouth, the Ifrit sucking hard as she slid the egg vibrator around Aaliyah’s areola.
The pleasure stirred through her, mixing with Teleisia’s tongue. Aaliyah’s head lulled, her eyes closing as she let the gentle touch of the concubines roll through her. Teleisia worked two fingers into her pussy, coating them with the growing stickiness.
“I love fingering you, Sultana,” moaned Teleisia, pulling those fingers from her pussy and working them in and out of her ass, lubing her up.
“You do it so well,” moaned Aaliyah.
Twice more Teleisia dipped into Aaliyah’s dripping snatch to get her juices. Then the Djinn’s ass was ready.
The first anal bead popped into her bowels, her sphincter closing around it. Then the second, slightly wider, spreading her out more. Her bowels clung to the orbs on their thin rod as they wormed deeper. A third bead popped in, pleasure tingling through her. Then a fourth, a fifth.
“Oh, yes!” Aaliyah moaned as the wide, sixth bead spread her sphincter open, and then it popped in, her bowels squeezing down. “You wonderful slut!”
Teleisia’s tongue nuzzled at Aaliyah’s pussy, licking through her folds as the Djinn’s asshole clung to the invading beads. Zaritha pulled her lips away from Aaliyah’s breast, a mischievous twinkle on her eye, then the Ifrit drew the egg vibrator down Aaliyah’s stomach towards her pussy.
The Djinn shuddered as the egg vibrator shoved inside her dripping pussy. The vibrations rolled through her, rattling the anal beads inside her. Teleisia nibbled and sucked at Aaliyah’s clit, the Ifrit’s mouth returning to nip and suck at Aaliyah’s nipples.
“You wonderful sluts!” gasped Aaliyah, her hips twitching, a small orgasm churning through her. “Oh, yes!”
The pleasure grew, intensifying inside her. Aaliyah was lost to the bliss. Rapture sang in her mind. She writhed on the grass and let the two concubines pleasure her. Teleisia’s tongue batted her clit, sending another orgasm stirring through her.
Then Teleisia ripped the anal beads out of her.
Her asshole pulsed with passion, spasming open and close as bead after bead was pulled out. The pleasure crashed into the bliss churned by the vibrator. Aaliyah’s hips rose. She cried out loud, her body shuddering, a powerful orgasm rocking her body.
“Yes, yes, yes! You wonderful, slutty whores! Thank you!”
She collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily, struggling to think beneath the lethargy of her bliss. The vibrator stopped humming inside her. Her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep, the concubines cuddled up around her.
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The Ruins of Alexandria, Egypt
“Ishtar, breath new life into this ruined parchment.” Christy’s amber amulet flared to life as the scraps of parchment she found shimmered, the destroyed text restored by the spell. She could read the ancient Demotic thanks to a translation spell she had cast earlier.
Disappoint shot through her. It wasn’t the scroll that held the key for Aaliyah to conceive Kyle’s child. The scrying pointed to the answer being found in the lost Library of Alexandria. But after a day, Christy, Sable, and Phillipa hadn’t found the right scroll.
Christy reached into the shell, brushing away the silt to find another scrap of parchment when her pantaloons were yanked off her hips and soft lips nuzzled at her ass. “Sable,” Christy said as her concubine’s tongue nuzzled at her asshole.
“Let’s take a break and make love, Mistress,” Sable moaned, her hand sliding between Christy’s thighs to brush at her pussy.
Christy moaned, a shudder passing through her as the concubine’s skilled touch sent pleasure through her. She wanted to relent, but she also wanted to find the key for Aaliyah to conceive. She deserves to experience this joy. Christy’s hand stroked her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, she was only two months pregnant, but soon she would start to swell and show.