by Sahara Kelly
Alana left the cubicle and moved towards a large counter where water splashed from an ornately carved fish. To her surprise the water was warm and fragrant—she rubbed her hands under it with pleasure.
"Would you like to refresh yourself with a shower?" Debalhi nodded towards the rear of the room where a beautifully tiled area was set aside for the fountain of sparkling and glittering water that was jetting out from high on the wall.
"Would I ever. You guys are lifesavers."
She walked right into the stream of water. One of the advantages of being naked —no time wasted on undressing. She stood and relished the warm droplets that bounced from her shoulders and nose, and used the familiar Blue Lotus soap, that was set in a recessed dish nearby.
Feeling quite human again, except for a rather sore backside, she walked out, toweling herself with one of the soft cloths Pemalina had offered her.
"Lie here, dear—let us put some lotion on your poor cheeks..." Debalhi's worried voice touched Alana's heart and she lay, face down, on her towel that she'd draped over a stone bench.
The touch of their hands and the feel of the lotion were heaven.
"So tell me, guys, how long have you two been in love with Hari and Sami?"
The hands that had been delicately stroking her buttocks froze.
"Alana—I—we, I mean what do you..."
"Oh Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." She looked over her shoulder at two pained faces.
"It's as clear as a bell that you're crazy about them, and they're just as nuts about you."
"You truly think so?"
"Bet my last buck on it..." said Alana definitively.
"What's a buck?"
"Never mind. Just tell me how you came to fall in love with those two sweethearts?"
Pemalina snorted inelegantly, rather at odds with her hazel-eyed, fragile beauty. "You've seen them, and you've had sex with them. Where's the question?"
"Well, yeah, sure, they're gorgeous, great in bed, etcetera. But you really love them, don't you?"
"Don't you?" asked Debalhi, resuming her application of the lotion, and not too gently this time.
"Of course I do. I couldn't help it—I was their assignment. But I knew it was just that—a temporary assignment. If I could save the memories of being with them forever I would because they are a part of my heart now and I should hate to lose that. But you guys must have met and fallen in love differently— it's not the same for you, living here in Anyela, is it? Why haven't you married, or mated, or swapped lotus-oaths or whatever it is you do here?"
Pemalina sighed. "I met Hari when he rescued me from slave traders on the Arabic peninsula. He had just finished one of his early assignments when his journey took him across the path of the caravan I was in. My master, the man who had purchased me, was displeased and was taking it out on me. Had Hari not saved me, I'd surely be dead."
Pemalina paused in her story to close her eyes tight against the tears that threatened to fall. "How could I not love him? I owe him my life, and on our journey home he showed me that I was still a woman, a desirable woman, and in doing so he captured my heart for all time. I am honored that he loves me in return, but his duty is to Anyela and the genie program—he is not free to mate."
Alana looked at Debalhi. "You too?"
Debalhi nodded. "Sami helped me escape from a funeral pyre near my home in India. I had been wed the day before to an elderly man from a neighboring village. I was barely seventeen. When he died, I was to join him—it was considered an honor to die with one's husband. Needless to say, I didn't consider Suthi to be much of an honor, and I was only too happy to see Sami as he leapt through the flames and whisked me off the top of the pyre. To this day, I don't know whether my disappearance was ever noticed. But Sami noticed me. We have spent many happy hours together—he loves the rugs my father makes in his little store. And I am happy to think that he loves me a little, too..."
She modestly dropped her eyes and a blush spread over her fine breasts.
"Your father? Wouldn't he be in India?"
"This is Anyela, Mistress. We have different customs here. When someone is brought here, there are many choices available to them. I chose to become part of a family—I love to work with yarns and rugs, and I was welcomed. Pem, here, loves children—she became a teacher in one of our schools."
Alana sighed.
"Okay—I'm going to ask something of you two—I'd like you to trust me. Will you believe me when I tell you I think I'm going to be able to solve your problems?"
She raised herself gingerly onto the towel, pleasantly surprised when her backside didn't scream at her.
"What do you mean, Alana?" asked Debalhi.
"I can't tell you exactly what I'm going to do, because I don't have all the details worked out, but I have a pretty good notion...."
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at the two girls sitting in front of her.
"Tell me what the graduation process entails?"
"Well," began Pemalina, crossing her legs comfortably. "We have a special tree— the Tree of Ecstasy. At its base is a tangled shelf of branches that has grown to form a bed. This tree is always in bud, but never blooms unless a couple attains a very high level of sexual satisfaction in the bed beneath. I can't remember the last time it flowered, can you?" She raised an eyebrow at Debalhi.
"No." The other woman shook her head.
"So you, as a graduate of our program, will lie on this bed with one of the Qualifiers of your choosing and see if you can make the tree bloom. That's all there is to it."
"Aha. And who are these Qualifiers?"
"They are males who are unmatched, and who have distinguished themselves in a variety of areas—lovemaking, oral sex, sports, academics, things like that."
"Okay—let me see if I have this straight. I get to pick an Anyelan hot stud, go for a roll in the hay—excuse me—branches of this tree, and if the earth shakes, fireworks explode and the tree blooms, I graduate?"
Debalhi raised an eyebrow. "Well, I think you've got the basics. I'm not sure about the earth and the fireworks thing, though, and the tree probably won't bloom—usually it's just a couple of extra petals showing."
"This doesn't happen every day, Alana." Pemalina leaned over to stress the point. "Neither Debalhi or I can remember someone being brought here to graduate. So we're going on the stories we've heard and the experiments people have tried who live here on Anyela."
"Punishment is to recommence," boomed a loud voice.
"Damn—I'm really starting to get pissed off at that guy," muttered Alana, recognizing the strident tones of the Guardian.
"Thanks, girls. I appreciate what you've done—and I want you to know that I don't think there are two better, nicer, or sweeter guys around than Hari and Sami. You'd better make them happy or you'll have me to reckon with."
She put her arms around the shoulders of the two women and gave them each a quick hug. It was hard to know that these were the women who had captured the hearts of her favorite Genies, but then again, all good hallucinations must come to an end sometime.
On that cheerful thought, Alana strode nakedly back to the loom, and waggled her ass at the crowd just for kicks.
Chapter 18
Within two hours, Alana's butt was burning again, and her clit was so aroused that her juices were trickling down her legs. Her waggling inclinations had long gone. The weapon of choice for the afternoon had been the whip, and some of its wielders had been very skilled and a little over-enthusiastic, flicking her swollen tissue accurately and stimulatingly time after time.
She felt the breeze cooling her shoulders and guessed that the sun was beginning to go down—or was it suns? She couldn't remember how many there were.
Suddenly a hard chest was behind her and a very solid and familiar cock was thrusting between her cheeks.
"Alana-love, why are you doing this?" Hari nipped her earlobe gently as he rubbed slowly up and down along her cleft, being careful not to
further abrade her skin.
"Omar's balls, why don't you just say yes to the Guardian, delight?" murmured Sami in a worried voice, coming up in front of her and sandwiching her between them.
His cock tented his trousers and Alana moaned as he rubbed against her.
"We should not be doing this, but we cannot allow you to suffer..." muttered Sami as he pressed his cock against her wet flesh.
Hari's hands slipped around and fondled her breasts as Sami continued his pressure on her pussy.
She moaned softly. "Oh, God, guys...you feel so good..."
"You are not supposed to orgasm, dear one, but we cannot permit you to go unfulfilled. You are still our student and we must help you if we can." Hari opened his trousers so that the warm velvet of his cock could caress her cleft freely.
Sami also flipped the fastening on his silks, and slid himself over Alana's wet and sensitive clit.
They moaned in unison as an orgasm rocked the three of them simultaneously. To her amazement, she found herself the recipient of two helpings of creamy cum.
"Wow. No fog," she whispered, as Hari gently wiped her clean and removed her blindfold.
She raised her eyes and looked at both of them.
"This is Anyela, Alana. Here, we can function as ordinary men—we can create life."
Had she any lingering doubts as to her current plan, they would have disappeared at that moment. She knew that her course was absolutely right.
"My God, this place is something else. The chocolate must be divine," she mumbled, considering the many benefits of living in such a paradise.
"Chocolate?" asked Sami.
"We don't have chocolate in Anyela, love," added Hari.
She gaped at them. "No chocolate?"
Sami shook his head.
"No Godiva? No Dove bars? No Hershey kisses? "
"Uh uh," answered Sami.
"Didn't you ever bring any back with you?"
"Well—we tried once or twice, but it never made it back. We, er, ate it on the way."
"Oh really?"
"Well, how do you share chocolate with thousands of people?" asked Sami, with a rather embarrassed cough.
"And the plants don't grow here for some reason," added Hari.
She was quiet for a moment.
"You guys have given me an idea," she whispered. "But you'd better go before you get in trouble. Just tell me this..." she stopped them with a gaze.
"Do you two love Debalhi and Pemalina?"
Incredibly, both beautiful, hunky, bodies-to-die-for, magically powered Genies blushed.
"They are very special to us, Alana," said Hari quietly, his deep brown eyes glowing.
"We have a—a—there is something strong between us," admitted Sami.
"Then—trust me," said Alana. "You have given me so much—let me return the favor." She jumped as she heard voices nearing the grotto.
"I love you guys—I always will. Please be careful."
They kissed her soundly, re-tied her blindfold and then left. Alana turned her head away as her eyes filled with tears, knowing that she had to let them go, but hating the thought of never being with them again.
Then the voices materialized into two brawny young men who were excited at the thought of trying out a couple of new toys, and for the next hour or so, Alana felt the gentle sting of the whip again.
*~*~*~*
It was not hard to sense that the sun had set when Alana finally found herself alone. The air had cooled considerably—for which her ass was sincerely thankful. The light no longer penetrated her blindfold, and the light rustle of the daylight creatures had given way to the low hum of the night.
Alana's senses were on full alert as she caught the slight sound of a skimming foot on tiles.
"I should have known I was going to have a problem with you," came a soft and rather regretful voice.
Her head jerked up at his words.
"Guardian?"
"Yes," he answered, standing close behind her and just brushing his fingers up her spine.
She shivered and her nipples puckered.
"I want to share something with you, Alana," he murmured, sliding his hands around her waist and raising them until her breasts rested comfortably on his palms.
"What, no whips or chains?" she snorted.
He smothered a chuckle in her neck. God, he smelled wonderful.
"No, not this time—just wait for a moment..." One hand released a breast and moved upwards to untie her blindfold. She blinked, trying to get her eyes to function in the darkness.
Soon she could make out the silhouettes of the trees against the night sky, and the beginnings of a moonrise—or several moonrises—God, this was strange. The stars were beautiful but different, and the sound of the nighttime insects had risen to a whiny drone.
"Wait for it, Alana," he breathed into her ear, sending shudders down her vertebrae.
He delicately fondled her nipples, bringing them to their sensitive and swollen peak. His body pressed closer to her back, warming her.
He was aroused, no two ways about it. A huge cock was pressing against her cleft, but he was certainly aware of her discomfort and taking steps to ensure he didn't hurt her. Alana's clit throbbed—God, she'd like to get some of that cock where it would do the most good.
The Guardian's hand slid down past her navel to her pussy and a strong and sure finger began to play.
She gasped, unable to do more than writhe her hips a little.
"Sssh...relax—wait for the Tal Shayla."
"What's that, another word for camel orgasm?" she hissed, trying to get his hand to move just a fraction to the left.
"Oh, no. Wait now—any second..."
Any second and she was going to explode, she thought. He slipped a finger into her soaking pussy and massaged the tender walls. A second finger joined in the fun and unerringly sought out her special spot—she squirmed as he finger-fucked her into insanity.
Suddenly a loud whirring sound began.
She gasped as thousands upon thousands of fireflies all lit up their little insect butts at once and flew up into the still night air. Instead of the warm yellow gold flashes of Earth, these were striking silver blue—their light filled the night sky. With a whirring shriek there seemed to be a mighty explosion and a glittering rain fell over the trees, the lake, Alana and the Guardian.
Her body gave way and she leaned into an orgasm that kept her on her toes for long shuddering minutes.
The Guardian held her close, waiting for her to ride out the aftermath of her climax.
"Wow," she breathed, leaning back on him.
"Wow indeed, my sweet," he answered, untying her from her restraints.
She staggered, only to find herself caught up in strong arms and carried a short distance to a convenient and secluded chaise.
"What was that all about?" she asked, as the Guardian settled her in his lap and pulled a soft silk blanket around her shoulders.
"Those are Shayla bugs, Alana. They fly into the heart of the night—they light the way for their females. Then they mate. The resulting shower is said to enhance an orgasm. I believe you would agree?"
Alana was silent for a moment, digesting this.
"You mean I'm covered with bug cum?" She struggled to sit up.
A rich laugh broke the night, and he hugged her to his chest. "No, no. The flies release their lighted sections when they mate—it's some kind of chemical thing—completely harmless, and no, you're not covered in bug cum." He chuckled again. "You're covered with my favorite blanket, and resting with me on my favorite chair. Were it not dark, you would be able to see my home and much of Anyela from this spot — I come here when I wish to think."
His hand slid under the blanket and found her warm buttocks. He absently stroked them soothingly, and she found that the throbbing was easing. She turned slightly to give him better access.
"Oooh...that feels so good," she muttered, burying her nose into his neck.
The Guardia
n sighed. "I applaud your courage, Alana. It's a good plan."
She stilled in his arms. "How did you know?"
He chuckled again, a rich rumble against her body, and pulled her even tighter to his chest. "I am the Guardian. I know everything."
"Oh, yeah?" Her feminist instincts went to red-alert status.
"Yeah, honey," he soothed.
"Well...jeez...Mr. Modesty, what are you—a mind reader of some kind?" She blustered, having remembered that she was, in fact, cuddling naked on the lap of the Guardian of Time, not some jerk who'd just announced he was invincible at Trivial Pursuit.
"In some ways, yes. I sensed your feelings when you denied our honor this morning—you were doing it for the very best of reasons, weren't you?"
Alana rested her head back against his shoulder with a defeated sigh. "I just wanted to make a deal, ask a favor, whatever."
"I know, sweet delight, I know," he crooned, cuddling her and stroking her. "Your thoughts gave you away—the love and gratitude I felt inside you would have made me grant it right away if I could have."
"Then why didn't you? Why all the fuss with the Loom and the whips, and my poor aching ass?"
"Still aching?" His fingers danced magically down her cleft, caressing dark and intimate places with talented skill.
She squirmed, amazed to find herself aroused again and with no pain at all in her buttocks. "I guess not.
"I could not allow you to challenge me at that moment, Alana. Please try to understand. What you will ask of me has never been asked before. I had to demonstrate that you were willing to stand up and fight for what you wanted, and that I was strong enough to sentence you to be punished for defying me."
She thought about that. "Do you have some kind of God complex? People say no to you and you have them decapitated?"
His body shook with laughter. "How I wish I could keep you here, Alana—you are a delight to all my senses..." He broke into another laugh.
"Hey, I mean it. You may have some issues here. If your people can't say no to you, you need to revamp your managerial style, buddy, seriously..." Alana slid into her don't-mess-with-me-I'm-a-new-millennium-woman mode.