My Wish - Time Guardians Book One

by Sahara Kelly

  With surprising strength, she pushed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back, keeping her thighs tight around his hips as she did so.

  Now she was on top, riding him, her moist clit poised between his legs, his cock resting against her belly. She smiled, and tried for the enigmatic Mona Lisa look. It might not have been tremendously successful seeing as her internal organs were simmering close to the boil, but she did her best.

  "There is much time, as you said, Guardian." She glanced around and saw that her genies had come through for her—a little table was next to the bed and on it was a pot with a golden label.

  "I would like to honor you with a treat from my world which is said to enhance lovemaking," she said formally, watching his eyes.

  A brow raised high at her words, but he said nothing, just lay there gazing at her. She might have thought he was unaffected at her words, had not his cock twitched and given him away. Gotcha again.

  She leaned over to the table, picked up the warm pot, and brought it over to sit carefully on his chest.

  She dipped a finger in and brought it out dripping with melted chocolate. She gently smeared it over her nipple, taking her time to cover the areole, and then moving to the other side and doing that one as well.

  There was considerable cock twitching as she tended to her nipples. Oh boy, you are so mine. It was a gleeful thought.

  Moving the pot to one side, she leaned forward, dangling one chocolate-tipped breast near his mouth.

  "Taste me, Guardian," she breathed.

  His cock did a genital version of the pole vault.

  Hesitantly, he raised his head and licked at her nipple. He paused, savored the taste and then came back for more. Considerably more. He cleaned both breasts in seconds flat.

  "What is that?" he asked, licking his lips.

  "We call it chocolate, which means food of the gods," she ad-libbed. "Let's try this."

  She dipped again and painted the Guardian's flat nipples with a healthy swipe of the sauce. Bending over, she gently and thoroughly cleaned them off with her tongue, swirling and nibbling as she went and bringing him to a quivering mass of sensation as she did so. She tried to remember every little flick that Sami had used to such good effect on her, and it seemed to be working.

  The Guardian was breaking out into a sweat.

  "Now of course, we could try this," she breathed, stroking her fingers in circles around his navel.

  He groaned.

  She lapped and licked.

  He sighed.

  "And for the piece de resistance..." She slid down and began painting his cock with long smooth strokes, balls to tip, until he looked like a pornographic Tootsie roll. And oh, did he taste good. She lingered, licking the base thoroughly, nibbling at little bits of hardened chocolate that had dropped to his balls.

  A gentle swipe with her tongue cleaned them thoroughly and she continued to make her way upwards around this throbbing, chocolate-coated wonder. The sweet candy and the salty man mixed into a unique flavor in her mouth—she was practically drooling by the time she reached the head. A drop of moisture beaded at the tip and she relished it like the most delectable treat, massaging his balls gently as she flicked the last of the chocolate off the head.

  He moaned, his veins standing out in an effort to control his orgasm, and he grabbed her head to pull her away.

  "Not yet, Alana. We have to make the tree bloom. That means both of us, love, together."

  He flipped her over, grabbed her hips and thrust deeply into her soaking cunt.

  She moaned as his cock learned her innermost textures, and gasped as he slid out of her, only to return even deeper.

  He was huge, filling her tightly and pressing somewhere in the vicinity of her tonsils.

  He reached for the little pot of chocolate.

  "Now let me see," he murmured.

  She writhed, wanting that wonderful cock doing its job—soon, now, ten minutes ago.

  "Oh, no, no, greedy one. It's my turn to honor you," grinned the Guardian.

  His powers of self-control must have been quite outstanding, thought the small clinical part of her mind that was still vaguely functioning.

  He spread the chocolate over her breasts, teasingly ignoring the nipples, then licked it off, each harsh swipe of his tongue traveling over the sensitive buds.

  She keened, high in her throat.

  He smeared her navel and razed the hardening crust off with his teeth, sending goose bumps all the way to her toes.

  Then he eased himself out of her cunt and pushed her thighs wide. "Time to add some special ingredients, I think."

  Easing away from her a little, he dipped his fingers once again in the melted chocolate, scraping the last of it from the pot.

  Alana held her breath, knowing she'd have a hard time withstanding this dual assault, fingers and chocolate, which began to make its way to her pounding clit.

  His fingers were sure and firm, the chocolate was warm, and Alana could feel an internal fuse getting shorter and shorter.

  He paused for a moment, waiting for the chocolate to harden. Then, he bent his tongue to her.

  Carefully, he nibbled away at her labia, cleaning, smoothing, lapping, always nearer and nearer to her clit, but never quite on it.

  She grabbed her bottom lip between her teeth and held on, desperate to keep her orgasm at bay as long as she could.

  Her clit was almost painfully aroused when his tongue finally arrived at its target. Two quick swirls and a swipe and she knew it was beyond her control.

  She opened her mouth to draw breath into her starving lungs as the muscles in her legs and thighs began to tighten and the Guardian, sensing her condition, grabbed her buttocks with his hands and thrust his face into her pussy to make sure that she was right where he wanted her.

  Oh, she was. The ripplings began, fierce, shattering, clenching, wiping Alana's mind free of all conscious thought.

  Her body spiraled up, up towards a glittering target somewhere in an alternate universe, and as the mighty spasms began, the Guardian raised himself up along her body and thrust home.

  Alana screamed out, lost in the bliss of his huge cock inside her as her cunt rhythmically squeezed him tight.

  After several moments, or an eon or two, she realized that he'd begun to move, the shadows of her orgasm remained, and he was now urging her on.

  Was there anyplace else to go? Shouldn't they both be little sodden and exhausted lumps of sticky flesh by now?

  Apparently not.

  The Guardian was moving faster and faster, barely brushing her extraordinarily sensitive clit with his body, his balls slapping firmly against her buttocks.

  He shifted his hips slightly, and she found that his cock was brushing something inside her—oh, God. Something so exquisitely sensitive that she was beginning to spasm all over again, but from inside this time.

  Damn the man—all these years, and she'd believed the G-spot was a myth. Obviously, the G stood for Guardian.

  His buttocks pistoned harder and faster and her breath came in fits and starts, her hands grasped the soft quilts as she writhed beneath him.

  "Alana," he commanded, through clenched teeth. "Alana—it's time…"

  Incapable of forming coherent words, she opened her eyes. She gazed into the Guardian's face above her, letting her expression do her talking.

  His own eyes were black and blazing, his lips drawn taut, and sweat rolled down the side of his face to his shoulders. He was beautiful.

  "Now, come now."

  With a final ramming thrust that should have removed her wisdom teeth, the Guardian erupted, and the volcanic pulsations of his cock threw her over the edge and into another amazing orgasm.

  She heard someone screaming and realized it was her.

  She heard someone crying out, and realized it was him.

  God, they were making a lot of noise.

  She felt his warm cum spurting inside her endlessly, caressing her clenching muscles and bathing h
er womb. Her entire existence seemed focused on their joining, this one perfect moment in time when all life, as she knew it, had become centered on this incredible fuck.

  With a last twitching shudder, the Guardian collapsed onto her damp body, and rolled to one side.

  She looked at him, and wondered at the gentleness she saw on his relaxed face. He smiled.

  She raised her eyes and gasped.

  The entire tree above them was covered in enormous blue blossoms; the petals were trembling and a few were beginning to fall on the entwined lovers beneath.

  "We did it," she breathed, surprised that words could actually come out of her mouth.

  "You did it, Alana," whispered the Guardian, pulling her close into his body. "You did it."

  Chapter 21

  Something long, smooth and hard was poking at her.

  "Hari, cut that out," she moaned, lifting her leg slightly so that he had better access.

  A low chuckle greeted her words.

  "Okay, Sami, you'd better make this good, I'm still half-asleep," she muttered.

  "Try again, Alana-love," said the deep voice behind her.

  Struggling to consciousness, Alana turned her head slightly and looked into a pair of black, glittering eyes, which were burning as he slid his cock home.

  "Aahh..." he sighed. "That is good. You're so hot and tight and ready for me, aren't you, Alana?"

  "G-G-Guardian?" She stuttered, fighting the onslaught of his fingers tickling her clit, his cock smoothly plunging into her and the warmth of his breath on her ear.

  "I'm here," he said, as if there was any question in her mind.

  "You sure are," she sighed, relaxing into his talented body and allowing her pleasure to take over.

  Within minutes he was fucking her into mindless bliss, cock deep within her, fingers strumming her swollen and tender clit.

  This was no protracted lovemaking; this was a wonderful, get-the-systems-up-and-running, better-than-coffee, morning fuck.

  Alana's cry of satisfaction as her orgasm hit her and rolled around her body was echoed by the Guardian's grunt as he pushed himself in deeper than ever and came.

  She stayed right where she was, feeling his cock relax in her cunt and loving his warmth down her spine.

  With a little sigh of contentment she stroked his arm. Then, she realized something.

  "I'm home."

  She looked around at the familiar walls of her bedroom. "This is my room. We're not in Anyela any more."

  She turned slightly as he slid wetly out of her body in a cloud of blue fog and sighed. "Why are you here with me? What happened with the tree? Where's Hari and Sami? Oh lord, blue fog. You too?"

  The Guardian pressed two fingers to her lips with a smile. She tasted herself on his hands—it was arousing as all heck, but she was teetering on the edge of hysteria— certainly not a good time to be thinking about a twofer.

  "I brought you home, sweet. After the Ecstasy tree bloomed—and I should tell you that no one can ever remember seeing it bloom like that—you had fulfilled all your graduation requirements—I think your term is 'in spades'?"

  He grinned. "I can assure you that my people will be talking of your powers and the good omens you created for many years to come. You may well become a legend on Anyela."

  She reached out and tentatively touched his cheek. "Hey, I couldn't have done it alone," she said.

  Smiling widely, he leaned over and placed a smacking kiss on her lips. "It's that sort of comment that makes you special, my delight," he said. "Had we time, I'd show you just how special—" His knee slid between her thighs and opened them wide, allowing the cool air to brush against her hot cunt.

  She sighed and squirmed a little.

  "But I have things to tell you before we go any further. You asked about Hari and Sami." He eased them both up the bed until they were resting on the pillows, her head tucked into his shoulder.

  Waving his hand, a cloud of blue fog appeared at the bottom of the bed, rapidly solidifying into sort of a projection screen.

  Images began to appear, cloudy at first, and then crystallizing into focused clarity.

  She gasped as she recognized Hari, tumbled on a large blanket with Pemalina in his arms. They were enjoying one of those sensational Hari-kisses.

  "Should we be watching this?" she asked the Guardian, feeling strangely bereft as she watched Hari's hand slip under Pemalina's robes.

  "Sshh..." said the Guardian, hugging her close.

  "Papa, Papa..." A child's voice broke the silence of the scene, and Hari rose up on one elbow to straighten Pemalina's skirts.

  "Over here, scamp," he called.

  Alana's jaw dropped as a miniature version of Hari dashed into the picture and threw himself onto his father.

  "Where's your sister?"

  "Wiv Unca Sami..." answered the tot, snuggling into his father's arms.

  Sami appeared, holding a well-wrapped bundle in one arm and a very-pregnant Debalhi in the other.

  "It is splendid practice for us, Hari—she's been as good as gold—let us change her, and everything," said a beaming Sami, as he gently lowered his burden into Pemalina's arms.

  "Right, just double everything and you'll have it all down perfectly," said Hari teasingly.

  "Well, we may have waited a while, but having two at once makes up for it, don't you think?" He lowered Debalhi carefully into a chaise and sat on the grass next to her feet, absently massaging her ankles and calves as he spoke.

  Pemalina had extricated her little daughter from her blankets and was teasing smiles and gurgles from the baby.

  Alana felt tears prickle her eyes as she watched, an unseen observer to this idyllic scene.

  "Your wish was granted." The Guardian spoke quietly. "Hari and Sami are free to be husbands, fathers— productive members of Anyelan society. In fact, Hari has bought his own vineyard-- already his wines are becoming much prized. Sami has taken over his father-in-law's rug business and is also doing well. They will live long, happy lives surrounded by the ones they love, thanks to you."

  Tears ran freely over Alana's cheeks as she watched the vision fade. She felt absolutely wonderful that she had accomplished so much, and completely shattered that it was over, and she was alone.

  "Don't cry, love," soothed the Guardian.

  "Do they—do they remember me?"

  "Not as a person they taught, no. They honor you as the woman who came to Anyela and helped reorganize the Genie program. They do not remember your time together. Although, interestingly enough, Hari's son is named Alan. I have often wondered..."

  "How much time has passed, for heaven's sake? Have I been gone for years?"

  The Guardian laughed. "Time is only a concept, Alana," he said.

  "Thank you, Stephen Hawking," she muttered, trying to cover her pain with sarcasm.

  "You have just glimpsed a future timeline in Anyela—it has no reference to your time here in your world." He stroked a tangle of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

  "That's how your Genies were able to get that little pot of chocolate next to the Ecstasy tree. A small time shuffle, and poof. Sex in a pot."

  "They ratted me out, didn't they?" she grinned.

  "On the contrary, they've done very nicely by setting up a little import business. Genie Candy is making a huge profit."

  Alana laughed, feeling some of her pain lighten.

  "And what about you, Guardian?" she asked, holding his hand tightly. "What happens to you?"

  "We are not allowed to see our own future," he answered gravely. "That violates some of our most important principles. It is our sworn duty to guard the strands of time, not abuse the privilege."

  "How long can you stay?" she asked, trying not to sound like a whining idiot.

  "Not long," he answered. "There are many changes that must be dealt with in Anyela. Some are not happy with them—or me for allowing them."

  "I'm sorry if I got you into trouble."

  Hi
s dark eyes met hers and fire burned in their depths. "I wish I had more time with you, Alana. If I could have anything I asked for, that would be my answer..."

  She gently raised herself and kissed his lips. "I shall miss you all—certainly Hari and Sami, but knowing they are happy makes the loss easier to bear. But you...that's another story." Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered his passion and his gentleness. "Will I remember anything?"

  The Guardian ran his hands languorously up her thighs and cupped her mound. "Oh yes, Alana, there is much you will remember." His hand started a soft movement that had her sighing and opening her legs to him.

  "You will remember that you are a deeply passionate woman with beautiful breasts…" His lips tugged on each nipple, making her moan. "You will remember that loving yourself and who you are is very important, along with being proud of your strengths and accomplishments..." His lips moved down to her navel.

  "You will remember that fantastic sex needs an important ingredient—it needs your heart."

  His head slid between her thighs and his tongue entered her.

  She thrashed and groaned, held still by the firm grip of his fingers on her buttocks.

  He kept his lips and tongue busy as one hand slipped from her buttock to her cleft and caressed her tightly puckered little anus.

  She gasped with pleasure.

  "You will also find gifts from us," he mumbled, raising his head and blowing on her hot and swollen clit.

  She nearly shrieked with the pleasure of it.

  "But most of all, you will find love, Alana, very soon...it is your destiny. You have changed more than you could possibly imagine."

  And with those words, he returned to her pussy and allowed his tongue to bring her to a shaking, trembling, ass-clenching orgasm.

  She collapsed beneath him as he rose above her, smelling of Blue Lotus, sex and sweat. He dropped light kisses onto her eyelids and she slept.

  Epilogue

  The buzzing of an alarm clock woke Alana.

  "Damn—it's Sunday, what's the matter with me?" She reached for the offending appliance and slapped at it.