“We’ll talk about your act in the morning, Maya. You’ll have your first performance on the high wire next week,” Bell murmured, his eyes hooded. “However, I wasn’t lying about wanting you to be my lovely assistant. I think we ought to have ourselves an impromptu performance next week as well.”
“Wait, next week, aren’t we—?” Valorie began.
Bell glanced up and shook his head slightly, but he smiled, the sadness of before giving way to terrible, seductive wickedness.
Valorie raised her eyebrows. “Oh,” she said. She barked out a laugh. “Oh.”
“You’re not going to tell me what the joke is, are you?” Maya said. She pulled her feet out of Bell’s hands and hugged her knees.
“That would ruin the surprise,” Bell replied, stroking her cheek.
“As long as we’re all buddies now, I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me where you put my costume,” Maya said.
“Why would I do that? I have been informed that I’ve treated my women poorly, however unintentional it was,” Bell said. “I am compelled to make it up to you, both of you.”
“And if I forgive you right now, you’re not going to let me go back to the RV and sleep, are you?” Maya said.
“Maya.”
“I’m kind of wired right now. Adrenaline. It makes me snarky. Sorry,” Maya said. “I’ll crash any minute now.”
“If you can wait a little longer, as a token of apology, I would like to show my women something that I rarely reveal. What you see is not to leave this room,” Bell said. He looked between Valorie and Maya, solemn as a funerary minister. “I do not say any of this lightly, my dears. If you share what happens here tonight, I will see that you are soundly and painfully punished, more than you have been already, Maya. Am I clear?”
Maya nodded. Valorie’s large eyes sparkled, lighting up in anticipation as though she knew something Maya didn’t.
Such as the fact Valorie wasn’t necessarily surprised when Bell started to grow.
In fact, he started to grow quite a bit—not just taller like Ciarán, but his respectably fit physique expanding and bulging like a gigantic, ash blue Hulk. The wood creaked underneath him. Maya had to slide back on the bench in order to accommodate his much larger frame.
His face broadened, and his chin lengthened to a curled point like a beard. His hair swept out long, pulled back into a tail, glossy and so black it seemed blue against the sheen of his skin. His teeth, like the other jinn in Arcanium, were sharper than human, but not quite as bestial as some of the others.
When he’d finished growing out of the layers of humanity he wore, he had increased at least three times the size of a statuesque bodybuilder in all directions.
It was a wonder how all of that could fit into the relatively unassuming human disguise he wore the rest of the time.
“You’re magnificent,” Valorie said as Bell stood. She feathered her fingertips over the rock-hard ripple of his abdomen.
Valorie’s jaw dropped in a stunned gasp as she trailed her hands lower and felt him through his trousers, which had adjusted to him as he’d grown. “Fuck, Bell, I didn’t know there was anything bigger than Ciarán.”
“Well, now I can see why you cram yourself into a compact,” Maya said, unfolding from the bench. She cautiously walked around Valorie, unsure whether to approach or if she wanted to.
Ciarán was such a large man already, almost too large to handle even before he took his trousers off, but he was only just within the scope of human possibility, oddity though he was.
There was no mistaking what Bell had become for human. He seemed entirely too large to exist in this reality.
“Perhaps it is time for my women to finally learn to share,” Bell said. Like the Ringmaster, the resonance of his new voice boomed beneath the canvas. He needed no microphone. His barrel of a chest, the cavern of his mouth, all amplified Bell’s sound, deeper and broader and richer than it had been before.
“Valorie can have that thing she’s holding if she wants it,” Maya said, eyeing him doubtfully. “I’ll just…admire from afar, okay?”
Bell laughed like thunder, shaking the ground beneath their feet. “The same magic applies to this body as my human disguise, but if I intimidate you, we both know there are other sensations to explore. Would you like a taste of what the jinn did in the days when we didn’t always have to hide, back when we were sometimes revered as gods and therefore honored guests?”
The ring shimmered like a heat mirage in the desert, and from the sawdust sprang an oasis of silk and feathers—pillows, blankets and scarves in rich jewel tones and gold thread. The jinni, wearing his true form, stepped toward the den of iniquity he had created. His trousers dissolved with the same will.
Bell lay back, stretching his giant body over the pillows propped up against the back of the enclosure. He presented himself to their gaze, displaying the full breadth of the power he contained and concealed in his other body. His massive cock curved over his thigh, slowly engorging to an even more terrifying size. However, he was proportionate to the rest of his frame, and his basic anatomy resembled that of a human being—albeit an ashy blue one, like the paintings of some Indian gods or people afflicted with argyria. Unlike the people who consumed too much colloidal silver, though, Bell’s color appeared perfectly natural, robustly healthy, a kind of powdery matte texture that looked soft to the touch over the solid landscape of his musculature.
“Come,” he beckoned.
“Yes, sir,” Valorie moaned. She immediately pulled her shirt over her head and pushed down her pants to join him. Walking among the pillows was nearly impossible, so Valorie got down to her hands and knees and crawled until Bell snatched her up and brought her to his chest.
As tall as Valorie was, she looked tiny in comparison. But she reacted with equanimity, kissing him back, ultimately succumbing to his larger mouth, the insistent thrust of his tongue into her mouth, his moans trembling through the ground, as though they were having earth-moving sex at that very moment.
Valorie slid down the hills of his ribs to kneel next to him, caressing his chest as far as she could reach and licking at the tight, dark flesh of his nipple. She stroked lower, to the thick, black trail of hair that led to the base of his cock.
“Join us, Maya,” Bell thundered, somehow tender in spite of the volume. “I know you want to. You practically scream your curiosity at me. I can smell your pussy drip for me, like condensation in heat. I was forged in fire, but I make you wet in my real form, don’t I? You yearn to know what my jinn mouth can make you feel, whether my cock tastes as good as it looks, even if all you are willing to do is lick. After all, there’s more than enough of me to go around.”
He stroked the cornsilk of Valorie’s hair, his hips jerking as she dipped her tongue into his navel.
“This is what my life once was. Decadence, pleasure and luxury. Those who gave themselves to me would spend hours worshiping my body, and I hours offering largesse at their shrines, days of hands and tongues in the blistering heat, their sweat and the sweet juices of their arousal slicking our way until they collapsed replete in my arms, praising my name,” Bell said. “Come to me, Maya. Kneel before me, and I shall worship you in turn.”
Maya carefully stepped into the pit of feather pillows. His leg stretched out longer than the length of her whole body, thicker in some places than her waist. Her breathing shallowed as she smoothed her palm up the shadowy contours of his thigh. He was hot to the touch like he was in human form, but his skin felt as powdered velvet as a flower petal to her. He combed his giant yet deft fingers delicately through her hair when she brought her hand next to Valorie’s on his cock. Maya bit then licked her lower lip as she stroked up the fevered length of it, now firm as the boulders of his thighs and pulsing.
Maya still wasn’t sure how comfortable she was when confronted with plain proof that Bell was less than human. But at the same time, wasn’t that what she’d needed? When she saw him in the future, she would know
what the jinni hid, that ascribing human traits and motivations to such a creature—such a man—was fruitless.
He hid absolutely nothing from her now, which only showed just how much he hid every fucking day. The Bell she knew was his mild-mannered alter ego, this Bell the gamma-ray-infused, radioactive-spider-bitten, Super-Soldier-Serumed daemon. The one-hundred percent, undiluted Bell. No wonder most people could only take ten percent or less at a time without getting a hell of a hangover.
“Wow,” Valorie mouthed at her, quite enamored with the new toy she had discovered. She tilted her head, raising her eyebrow in impish inquiry.
Maya didn’t know what Valorie meant until Valorie leaned in toward the gleaming, pre-cum-slick head, staring pointedly at Maya.
Chalk this up as another one of those things that Maya had never done before, although Derrick had talked about it in a fantasy haze that had made Maya roll her eyes at the time. Maya had been willing to do a lot to satisfy some of Derrick’s crazier fantasies, but a threesome where he got served and serviced by two pretty women wasn’t on the table—especially since when Maya had mentioned the hotness of her own threesome fantasy with two men, he’d shut down the conversation by calling it disgusting.
Well, Maya had already gotten a taste of that one, and it had been…unforgettable.
And since she’d never been jealous of Valorie to begin with, there was more than enough of him to share, as Bell had said. They could probably add two more women and still have enough acreage for everyone to have two servings—or possibly men. Maya had never asked about Bell’s stance on the matter of harem boys.
Laying in the midst of a decadent, veritably sinful bed of lushness and being eyed by two naked women—women who had a sordid history with him and a tense history with each other—Bell could have looked down upon them with the godly arrogance of putting women exactly where they were meant to be. On their knees and worshipping him. However, what convinced Maya to take the plunge was that his electric blue eyes held shiveringly intense warmth and regard rather than contempt.
Maya nodded to Valorie.
They descended at the same time to lick broad strokes over the head. They moved their hands in firm, twisting grasps all over the shaft and down to fondle and knead his balls, never even crossing paths as they did so. Bell moaned like the earth cracking open, lifting his hips to thrust into their gripping palms. He reclined against the pillows and watched them from under heavy lids, mouth parted and lips wet.
As though choreographed, Maya lapped playfully down to his base while Valorie continued to occupy her mouth with the head, grazing her teeth near the slit and sucking the little parts of him that she could. Putting the whole head in her mouth was out of the question—no human mouth could take him. The clowns probably could if they didn’t have those needle teeth. Maya winced at the thought, but she pushed aside the visual as she laved the thin ridge that halved his scrotum, sucking too at the pliant flesh on one side, then the other, as she kneaded them and wrung the base of his cock.
He brought his powerful hands to the backs of their heads, pressing them gently closer to him. He could close his fingers around her face and shatter her skull in with a squeeze, but why would he, when he could make his women purr as he stroked their hair and massaged their scalps?
“Yes, yes, come here, my lovelies, come to me.”
He guided them up his chest and took Valorie’s mouth again, directing Maya to his neck as he swept those giant hands over their bodies, down the curves of their backs. Then he reached between their legs from behind to firmly stroke them.
Maya gasped against Bell’s neck. He smeared the juices of her arousal all over the two fingers petting her folds, teasing her clit and the entrance to her cunt.
“Please, Bell, I want that thing to fuck me,” Valorie begged. “I love your cock when you’re human, and now I’m going to love it three times as much. I want it one mo―” She swallowed what she was going to say before she could finish. “Please.”
“You always beg so well,” Bell said. “As I told you, ask and you shall receive. Are you sure you are too timid to try after Valorie, Maya? I promised my body to each of you.”
“No, I’m— Ciarán’s as big as I’m taking, no matter what magic you use,” Maya said. “I’ll just watch Valorie ride the dong of doom for now.”
Valorie cracked up, giggling madly against Bell’s side. Bell accompanied her with the timpani rolls of his own laughter.
“I’m sure I can find other ways to entertain myself,” Maya said, biting her tongue against a smile as she smoothed her hands over his boilerplate chest.
“Or other ways that I can entertain you,” Bell murmured. This time he pressed his fingertips just inside her.
“There are options,” Maya replied breathlessly. Less than an hour ago, she’d ridden Bell’s much more manageable cock on a creepy carousel, but that already seemed a lifetime ago.
“Sounds good to me. Means I get this all to myself,” Valorie said, still swallowing back the rest of her humor as she moved down the pillows to nuzzle and worship his cock again.
Bell gently eased Maya onto the cushions next to him, settling her into the crook of his shoulder. He delved his hand back between her legs from the front, slicing a finger through her folds before focusing on her clit. Bell circled the nub, pressing just above it to the pubic bone beneath, played the sensitive nerves there like an instrumental savant.
Valorie could completely straddle him if she wanted to—there was little related to flexibility that she couldn’t do—but she wouldn’t have had strong enough leverage to move over him as well, so she braced a foot on his thigh instead. Bell turned his hips toward her to help as she brought him to her. The head of his cock was as wide as her entire mound.
“Fuck, Bell, how are you even real?” Valorie asked. She held the head steady then sank down.
For a moment, Maya swore that it wouldn’t work, that magic had its limits and there would be tearing, blood and recriminations followed by an hour of make-up oral sex on Bell’s part. But then Valorie’s cunt swallowed him in and Valorie threw back her head, moaning with ecstasy Maya had only read about in back-room books.
Valorie kept bending her knees, taking more and more of him. Altogether, Bell’s cock should have been poking at Valorie’s lungs, but any fool could tell that Valorie was in the opposite of distress. She thrashed over the cock as she reached the bottom, her climb to orgasm like a seizure. Bell steadied her with a hand on her shoulder. He parted his lips and traced the pointed tips of his teeth with his tongue in satisfaction.
“It’s…even better… How…is that…possible?” Valorie gasped between moans. “Yes, shit, fuck, yes, fuck me, Bell. Come my brains out.”
Valorie tugged at the roots of her hair, tossing her head back and forth as she crouched and rose up again, over and over, the lean muscles of her thighs flexing. She had to be getting tired, but whatever magic was working on her cunt at the moment must have been totally worth it.
Maya still thought she was too short to ride that ride, no matter what the boss said. She was perfectly satisfied with Bell’s cock when it was human.
Bell grunted as he canted his hips up to meet Valorie and worked his fingers faster on Maya’s clit. Maya clung to his wrist, grinding against his fingers. She’d take that kind of magic any day over his jinn cock.
Valorie hung onto Bell’s arm as she keened her climax. Bell gave a long groan and Valorie jerked, cursing with each spurt of his cum, but not in pain. He flexed his fingers out, away from where Maya swore he’d been seconds from coaxing an orgasm from her.
“That… I… I think I forgot how to word,” Valorie said. “One more, please, God, one more.”
“No need to call me a god,” Bell said, licking his lips with a smirk.
“Just keeping with the spirit of the olden days,” Valorie replied. “Until we’re exhausted and satisfied, lazing carelessly on the pillows, right? I want to use this cock as much as I’m capable, and I thi
nk I can handle one more. God, just having you inside of me, not even moving. Your cum is scorching. It’s coating me…” Valorie sighed, shifting her hips back and forth over the base. Her words faded into a moan. “Oh, yes. It’s like burning from the inside out, but I’m so wet for you, so slick, so fucking open, like your cock makes me yours.”
“You are mine,” he said. “You are mine.” He growled the second in Maya’s ear, reaching farther between her legs to curl his finger into her pussy, as thick as an average cock and longer, certainly more dexterous.
“Fuck, it’s happening so fast,” Valorie gasped. “I’m going to come again. You’re hitting everything right, all the right places, I’m… Fuck. Bell…” Her head dropped and she whined through the second, longer orgasm that seemed to go on forever, sweeter than the more violent first.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Valorie sighed, pulling off him with a wet sound and standing on shaky legs. A thin thread of cum that had mixed with her juices connected his shining cock to her slowly tightening cunt.
She collapsed onto the pillows with a satisfying, muted thwump. “You’re really missing out, Maya.”
“If you say so,” Maya muttered as Bell continued to finger-fuck her with one expertly curved finger, keeping his strokes too slow for her to come, but fast enough that she practically saw stars every time he rubbed over her G-spot.
“Awww, Bell, you haven’t taken care of her yet?” Valorie said, propping up on her elbow. “I thought that was a point of pride with you.”
“Maya and I have our own rules right now, darling,” Bell said.
Maya cried out as Bell sat upright, which changed the angle of his finger. Balancing her with a hand to her back, he proceeded to lift her up off the ground by her cunt. She braced herself on his chest as he brought her down to splay across his torso. His slick cock smeared his and Valorie’s wetness over Maya’s thighs.
“You want me to fill you with my fingers, don’t you, Maya, eshgham?” Bell murmured. He tangled his fingers in her wild hair to expose her face. If he pulled her just a few inches closer, he could kiss her, but he still wouldn’t bridge that gap.
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