Djinn Unleashed

by Mark Albany

  Well, that was a terrifying prospect, I thought, taking a sip from the mead and wincing. It was strong enough that I could feel a burn rushing down my throat, but it was still sickeningly sweet, masking the taste of the alcohol rather masterfully. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not, yet, but considering it was all that was being served here, I had to assume it was a favorite of Norel’s.

  “What was Cyron looking for in that chamber, anyway?” Norel asked, looking over at Aliana.

  “Oh, right!” Aliana exclaimed, pulling the pouch that I remembered seeing in the golem’s hand out of nowhere in particular. “I almost forgot.”

  She handed it to Norel, who leaned closer to grab it from her fingers. Norel took a moment to inspect the pouch, making sure there weren’t any wards of protection on it that might prove dangerous. Once satisfied, she pulled it open. Her eyes widened and she gasped, dropping it onto the table like it had burned her fingers.

  “What is it?” I asked, but Aliana didn’t seem to hear me as she leaned in to see what it was. A pair of golden orbs, each as large as my fist, rolled over the table toward us. They were translucent, both of them an interesting combination of red and gold. There was something in the center but I couldn’t really make out what they were.

  “Are those dragon eyes?” Aliana asked, a note of horror in her voice, which cracked. I looked at her, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing.

  “It’s a good thing Cyron didn’t get his hands on those,” Norel said, trying to gather her composure, although she refused to look at the orbs directly. “If taking over the empire was his goal, they would have delivered it to him handily.”

  “What are dragon eyes?” I asked, picking one of them up. It was warm to the touch, and softer than I would have thought.

  “The eyes of a dragon,” Aliana said softly, her voice still breaking.

  “Oh,” I grunted, needing a moment to process that before realizing what I was holding. “Oh!” I dropped it onto the table. “Wait, dragons. They’re myths, right? They don’t really exist. Stories and fairy tales, yes?”

  “They are as real as djinn are,” Norel said, tossing the pouch to me. I quickly and gingerly pushed the orbs back into it and pulled the strings shut, hoping I never had to open them again. I’d need time later to process that, on top of everything else, dragons were actually real and we had a pair of their eyes on the table.

  I’d suddenly lost my appetite.

  19

  The meal was finished so Norel guided us out of the room. Like her other house, this place was something of a maze. Thankfully, with Norel there to guide us we found our way through quickly and easily, without getting lost. I remembered what Aliana had said about Norel liking mazes and couldn’t help but wonder where that particular fascination stemmed from.

  Norel opened the door into a bedroom that was larger than any room I’d ever spent the night in. The bed was larger than the room I had back in Vis’ manor, while the golden glow from the sun setting outside complemented the various candles inside. There was a bronze bath set up, although without water in it for the moment.

  “You can rest here,” Norel told me with a smile. “After the day we’ve all had, I can only imagine that sleep is definitely in order. I have a room for you too, Aliana. I’ll come and wake the both of you in the morning. We have a lot to discuss.”

  “If you don’t mind, sister,” Aliana said softly. “I think I’d like to stay here with Grant for the moment. We too have a great deal to talk about.”

  Norel paused, tilting her head as she considered us, and then chuckled.

  “Very well,” she said, moving back toward the door. “Enjoy your conversation.”

  She stepped out, closing the door behind her. I looked around the room again. I had seen buildings smaller than this, I realized, moving further in. Sure, for someone who lived in this kind of opulence all their lives this was probably no more than barely acceptable, but to me, it was a palace.

  “So, what did you want to tal… oh,” I said, turning around to see Aliana walking away from the closed door, her clothes already left behind as she approached me.

  “Believe me when I say, Grant,” she whispered as she came in closer to me, “that talking is the last thing on my mind right now.”

  My mouth was suddenly dry and words failed to come in response. Which was all right, I assumed, since talking was the last thing on her mind. Aliana stepped closer, pulling the ruined pieces of armor from my body and then helping me out of my clothes. Once I was as naked as she was, she pushed me onto the bed, surprising me. I sank into the luxurious softness of the massive bed, enjoying it for a moment before she moved over to join me on it. She climbed over me, straddling my hips and letting me feel every inch of her soft yet firm body gliding over me as she peppered kisses over my stomach, chest and neck, until she finally reached my lips.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered as she looked down at me, her hair falling to put a curtain between us and the rest of the world. My hands moved up over her sides, slowly stroking and touching. Not tentative, but not yet bold, I mused, running my fingers lightly over the smooth skin of her hips, her waist, and then down to her ass. I could see her wings fluttering gently in excitement as I smacked her right cheek firmly.

  “You’re pretty damn delicious yourself,” she murmured, leaning closer and kissing my lips softly as she pressed her firm breasts into my chest. She reached between us, gripping my quickly-hardening cock and giving it a few strokes before pushing it up between her thighs and letting it glide between her pussy’s lips.

  “Oh gods,” I whispered, my hips thrusting upward, more out of instinct than actual intention. She pushed the thick head down to her warm entrance, letting it tease there for a moment, moaning without letting our lips part before sinking down on it slowly. I could feel her body tightening around me, making my eyes bulge as a wave of pleasure rushed through my body.

  “Fuck!” I gasped once she pulled away from the kiss. I could see her eyes rolling up, her mouth dropping open as she started to ride me slowly, grinding her hips over mine, leaving me firmly buried inside her for a few long moments before rising and sinking again.

  I could feel her body gliding over mine again and again, and each time was like the first, sending shots of sensation climbing up my spine. My hips started to rise to meet hers, only making the moans grow in intensity. She took hold of my hands, tangling them with hers as she rose, straightening, giving me a full view of her delicious body as she kept on riding me. I could feel her inner muscles gripping at my thick, throbbing shaft, telling me that she was close. There were other signs, too, like the sight of her body tensing over me, as her eyes closed, and her squeezing my hands more and more until her hips started bucking into me.

  “Oh… Grant! Grant!” she cried, not bothering to keep it down. She slowed, her thrusts losing a bit of momentum as she kept moving her body over mine, pulling my hands up to her breasts. I needed little encouragement to pay attention to the deliciously heavy and soft orbs, squeezing and kneading them slowly before pulling away and toying with her nipples for a long moment.

  Her eyes opened and she looked down at me, enjoying the sight of my naked body below hers for a moment before seeing the hunger that I was radiating. I was far from finished with her. She grinned cheekily, biting her bottom lip and tilting her head, extending an unspoken challenge.

  I didn’t need to be invited twice.

  I picked her up and tossed her onto the bed beside me, keeping her facing down as I quickly slipped behind her. My hands ran over her sides as I bit my lip. I wasn’t sure how, but I could feel my cock, which was still dripping with her cum, growing even harder as I pushed myself into her from behind. She gasped and let out a long, hungry, tempting moan, pushing back into my initial thrust. I kept them coming, slowly at first, but picking up the pace with each thrust. I could feel and hear my hips slapping against her firm ass each time I bottomed out inside her. I kept pushing, grunting each t
ime. One hand moved up to have better purchase on her shoulder, yanking her back to take me in deeper and harder each time, with her prolonged moans breaking in time with my cock filling her. Her wings were fluttering and moving disjointedly in her excitement, pressing into my extended arm.

  “Ali,” I whispered, my eyes closing as I felt her pussy tightening around me again. Her moans turned to broken cries each time I pounded inside her. She lost the strength to keep herself on her hands and knees in front of me. I didn’t mind, straddling her ass and continuing, feeling her coming again in quick succession, her wings coming up to somehow wrap around me as she did.

  “Gra-a-a-a-ant!” she screamed, her hands gripping the rich silk sheets we were fucking on. The bed was rocking underneath us, its strong construction keeping it from collapsing, but still creaking and shuddering each time I hammered my cock home.

  “Please fuck me, Grant,” she gasped, her voice hoarse, eyes still closed. “Fuck me harder… oh… fuck… yes…” She reached around, her fingers digging into my ass, helping to push me deeper inside her as my hands settled on the bed over her shoulders.

  “Cum inside me!” she gasped, losing her grip on my sweaty skin and retuning her hands to the sheets. “Please… Fill me up… Please, Grant!”

  I was in such a state that my comprehension of what she was saying was limited at best, but the meaning of what she wanted plus the way she was pushing back into my thrusts were not lost on me. I could feel myself just on the edge of bliss, my body tensing, feeling her pussy wrapping around me, gripping my cock tighter, making it impossible not to buck my hips down into her, filling her up over and over again.

  The pleasure lasted longer than I thought possible, but as I finally dropped onto the bed beside her, gasping for breath, I realized it hadn’t lasted long enough. I wanted more, I thought, looking out the window into the setting sun.

  She needed just as much time to recover as I, slowly pushing herself up from the bed, her arms still trembling as she moved over to lay her head on my chest, one wing joining her arm in draping across me.

  “Fuck, Grant,” she whispered, eyes drifting shut. “Remind me again, why we haven’t been doing that all this time?”

  “I have no idea,” I said, tilting my head down to press a kiss on top of her head, between her horns.

  20

  “So,” I asked, leaning into the seat provided for me. “Do you actually like mead?”

  Norel tilted her head, smiling as she looked at her goblet. “I do. It’s one of my favorite drinks, though I’ll admit it’s something of an acquired taste. I have an insatiable sweet tooth, so it appeals to my need for sweetness as well as my need for alcohol.”

  I nodded. “I’ll admit that my knowledge of drinks is limited, but I don’t think I could ever get used to this. It has a cloying taste, and the more of it I drink, the worse it gets.”

  Norel grinned and nodded. “Noted. I’ll be sure to procure something more to your tastes for next time.”

  “Appreciated,” I said, raising my goblet and making a sour face in quick succession, realizing it meant that I would have to drink another sip of the stuff I’d just been complaining about. I did so, wincing as the sweet liquid went down my gullet.

  “To business,” Norel said softly, placing her goblet on a small table next to her seat and picking up a couple papers from it. Aliana took a deep breath, leaning her head on my shoulder with a smile.

  “The search for Braire has been somewhat unsuccessful,” Norel said, scowling at the first paper, quickly throwing it aside like it had just offended her.

  “Braire?” I asked, looking at Aliana.

  “Did you forget that there was a third sister?” she asked, looking up into my eyes. She kissed my neck before settling back onto my shoulder.

  “Oh… right,” I said. I had forgotten, but I wasn’t going to admit that even under torture.

  “The better news is that those nobles who are still loyal to the emperor have had a good deal to say about Cyron’s recent actions,” Norel continued. “I’ve handpicked a few that I’ve seen to be honest and loyal—as much as you can expect from these nobles, anyway—and I want you two to meet with them.”

  “I’m more than willing to bring in allies for our fight,” Aliana said, her voice serious even though she remained snuggled close to me. “But I don’t think it’s time to share the fact that we have a couple of dragon eyes. As far as I’m concerned, nobody except those present need to know we have an artifact with that much power in our possession.”

  “Agreed,” Norel said with a firm nod.

  “Agreed,” I said, not really sure why I was agreeing, but the two of them seemed to know what they were talking about.

  “Those still loyal were very interested by the presence of a rogue mage among us,” Norel continued. “They would like to meet with you in person, Grant, before granting you the rank of Varion, a mage’s position with the Lancers. It meant shield, or defender, in Elvish. Considering all that you’ve done to keep the empire from falling to ruin, I don’t think there’s much you could do to prevent them from granting it to you anyway. That said, I have every confidence in your creativity, so it would be best if we brush up on your court protocol first, wouldn’t you say?”

  I nodded, realizing that Aliana’s hands had drifted down to my pants. Norel saw this too, raising a judgmental eyebrow as she watched Aliana idly stroke me.

  Norel smirked while picking up a cluster of pale white grapes from a plate on the table, putting the rest of the papers aside for later.

  “Do you wish me to give you two some privacy, sister?” she asked, plucking the grapes from the cluster and popping them into her mouth one by one.

  “No,” Aliana whispered, slipping out of her seat to take a position between my knees, which she spread to accommodate herself. “Stay. Watch.”

  I raised my eyebrows in surprise, my mouth opening to voice a protest. It was cut short somewhere in my throat when Aliana dipped her head to press a light kiss to my cock through my trousers. A soft yet visible shudder drifted up my body as she took hold of the waistband of my pants and pulled them down low enough to let my quickly-hardening shaft jump free from its confines. I looked up for a moment to see Norel settling back into her seat, watching us thoughtfully as she slowly ate the grapes.

  I turned my head back as Aliana cradled my balls in her warm hand, running her wet, agile tongue up the underside of my cock from the sack all the way to its thick and throbbing head, circling around it a few times before taking it into her mouth.

  I groaned softly, my hand coming down to settle on her head, fingers toying at the roots of her horns as her head started bobbing on my cock, filling her mouth with it over and over again, sucking it in and keeping it up as she pulled away, drawing a soft gasp from me.

  I could see Norel shifting in her seat. The way she was biting her bottom lip told me that she was enjoying the show, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up at her. Ever since that first time, it had been difficult to keep my hands off of Aliana, and from the way she was acting she felt the same, although she was unhindered by whatever drawbacks I was feeling.

  As a shudder of pleasure rushed through my body, raising goosebumps all the way, I wasn’t entirely sure what those drawbacks were. I would remember presently. Maybe when she wasn’t polishing my cock with her mouth.

  Maybe.

  While keeping one hand on my balls, she let the other grip the base of my cock, stroking it quickly as her head moved in time, her eyes turning up to look at me as my eyes rolled back in my head, another jolt of pleasure making me unintentionally thrust myself deeper into her mouth. She grinned and moaned, vibrating her voice around the sensitive head, inching me closer and closer to orgasm.

  I looked again, seeing Norel looking me firmly in the eyes as I felt my cock twitching inside Aliana’s mouth, filling it with my warm seed. I wasn’t sure how or why but having her around to watch us just made it all that much more enjoyable. I had always th
ought that sex was supposed to be something between two people, but the way she was watching as I came in her sister’s mouth was shattering those expectations. I found my mind wandering to thoughts of having both Norel and Aliana on their knees in front of me.

  Aliana pulled away, staying on her knees as she smacked and licked her lips, letting her tongue back out to clean my cock thoroughly.

  Norel got to her feet. I thought I caught the gentlest of wobbles in her knees as she did, but it disappeared quickly. She picked up her goblet and quickly drained it to the last drop in a single gulp.

  “Well, as enjoyable as that was,” Norel said, “I’m afraid I still have business to attend to today.” She moved away, and I couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed seductively in parting.

  “Don’t worry,” Aliana said, drawing my attention back down to her as she grinned coyly. “We’ll get her involved soon enough.”

  “What?” I asked, my voice thick and throatier than I thought it would be. I thought about denying that interest for a moment, but I didn’t think I could have made my thoughts any more obvious.

  “I know that woman better than I know myself,” Aliana said with a grin. “I wasn’t even looking at her, and I could tell that it was all she could do not to hop on your cock herself.”

  “I think you know that you’re more than enough woman for me, Ali,” I said with a grin, playing with her hair.

  “Oh, come now,” Aliana said, leaning in to press a kiss to my cock, which was still hard despite having cum a few minutes earlier. “Are you telling me you can’t imagine having two tongues doing this?” She flicked hers over the head slowly, sending a long rush of arousal coursing through my body again.

  I shuddered, reaching into myself and taking firm grasp of the power in me. I could feel the runes branded in my hand starting to glow, with only a tickle of a burning sensation as I ran the same hand through her hair. It took a few seconds to have effect. I’d been practicing a bit, but this was the first time I was testing it on her.