Servant of Desire (The Battered Lamp 2)(Harem Genie erotica) Read Free Page A

Genie worm her way into my heart that quick? Or is this just lust? She's the first girl to jump my bones, and she's willing to do it again and again. I don't want to give that up, not when being inside her was so wonderful. Fuck, why did everything have to be so damn confusing?
    “Don't tell Christy, okay?”
    “I will not,” Britney answered, though she didn't sound pleased. “You should.”
    “I will. I just need to think.”
    “She is bad for you, Kyle.”
    “What? Aaliyah?”
    “No, Christy.” Britney stared straight at him, her eyes—magnified by her thick glasses—fixed on him like a fierce tiger, and he swallowed. Normally his friend was as calm as a placid lake, but sometimes she could grow so intense, like a lake frothed by a raging storm. “She is a liar. She will break your heart.”
    Kyle wanted to press her for more information, but Christy was walking up to his car, and this wasn't the sort of conversation Kyle wanted her to overhear. Why does she think Christy's a liar? Christy and Britney had never gotten along, and Kyle never had understood why neither woman liked each other. He sighed and opened his car door.
    Christy was waiting, her pouty lips smiling, and enthusiastically hugged him. He felt momentarily guilty until her lips touched his, then he savored her love and the feel of her body pressed against his. Could I have both of them? Aaliyah seems more than okay with it, but what about Christy? Who am I kidding, Christy would never be in for that. No American woman would share her boyfriend.
    “You're late,” Christy declared. “Let's go before Professor Skinner gets mad at us.”
    “You look pretty today,” Kyle smiled as he took her hand, and together they headed to their math class, the only class they shared this semester. Kyle struggled at math, but Christy was great at it. All the women in my life seem better at math than me.
    “I am sorry about last night,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I meant it. I was willing to go all the way.”
    “And this Friday?”
    She took a deep breath, crimson playing on her cheeks. “I'm still ready.” His cock was lead in his pants, and he adjusted himself, bringing a naughty giggle to her lips “I know. You should feel my panties. I wish I brought a fresh pair.”
    “I would love to...” his voice trailed off as a professor came around the corner and he suddenly felt awkward.
    “Tomorrow night,” she promised, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
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    Aaliyah sat at Kyle's computer, fascinated at all the new things she was discovering. Thanks to her powers, she had developed an innate understanding of how to use the technology. So much had changed in the thousand years she had slept. The world she knew was gone and buried, and this new and exciting world had taken its place. Full of magic called technology that almost rivaled some of the feats she could perform. Almost.
    Is father all right? she wondered as she read about the history of the Middle East. Nothing there had really changed; it was still wracked by war. He must think I'm lost for eternity. Well, Kyle is perfect. He can save the realms, once I help him shed some of his peculiar ideas. Never would Aaliyah have thought a man could pass up the opportunities of delight she offered.
    Around the house, her little homunculi, fashioned from dust, were cleaning the house for her. Poor Faiza was overworked having to support Fatima and Kyle, so Aaliyah was more than happy to relieve her of that burden. It was very shameful that her father and brothers were not supporting her in her widowhood.
    The door opened downstairs.
    Curious, Aaliyah left the pocket space that Kyle's room occupied. I'm going to have to expand this. I need my own bedroom, and there needs to be space for his other wives and concubines. As she started going downstairs she came face to face with Fatima. The young woman froze on the stairs, her round face paled and dark eyes widened in alarm.
    “Oh,