“Where’s your sister?”
“Playing with mother,” giggled Naila. Her spear plunged into his chest. It wasn’t the scroll that held the key for Aaliyah to conceive Kyle’s child. Your cock is wonderful!”
“You have it!” Tears brimmed in Aaliyah’s eyes. The sword flashed to life in his hand, shining with gold light. “Where’s your sister?”
“Playing with mother,” giggled Naila. Her mother was possessed by that hate-filled Goddess. Britney’s body tensed. The first item she grabbed was the hemp rope. Makerah’s attacks grew more fierce, building like the relentless tide. But she hadn’t really been his mother. “All should celebrate this happy day with feasts.”
“Yes, Sultan,” a trembling Marid nobleman said. “Oh, Kyle. “Fuck me!” she moaned. “That’s it, whore!” Fatima arched her back, her hips writhing, sliding her pussy about Kayleah’s face. Kyle’s eyes shot open. “Suck my twat! Britney grabbed the nipple weights. Makerah’s water slammed around the room, throwing about the concubines caught in his tide. She used her fire to warm her body. Kyle’s shields barely held back the tide. Pleasure shuddered through Fatima as she stroked Ann’s strawberry blonde locks as the eager concubine nursed at
