by Viola Grace
They all took places around the table, comfortably seated on plush cushions that made Nakedella smile with comfort. She did so love velvety textures.
“So, what business do you wish to conduct? It is not often that a woman will voluntarily come into the clutches of one of my kind.” He ate with one hand, keeping the other firmly on his pet woman.
“I wish to trade services for the woman that you have there.” She nodded her head towards the prisoner and continued eating. She had a feeling that she would need her strength.
The woman was looking at her with both hope and trepidation in her gaze. Ella fought a smile and kept eating while the shocked djinn mulled her phrase over in his mind.
“What kind of services?”
“I would lie with you willingly for a night, bringing you to pleasure no less than three times in that space. You would be welcomed with smiles, laughter and enthusiasm. Is the offer tempting?” Again her face had to be kept straight, but at the same time, she needed to infuse the seriousness of her offer to the djinn.
He sat with his mouth open in astonishment. “You would lie with me willingly? Truly? No weeping and sobbing? No wailing in despair as I took you?” The tenting of his trousers indicated his interest in the offer.
She smiled and stood. She walked around the table and knelt next to him. With her hands on his shoulders she brought her lips to his, tasting the honey that coated the almonds that he had been eating. His arm left the woman and wrapped tightly around her, holding her firmly against him as her tongue delved into his mouth and she sighed with enjoyment.
Slowly and carefully, she withdrew her kiss. She was still pinned to his chest by his arm, so she simply leaned her head and shoulders away from him.
“What makes you think that I simply won’t take what you offer and keep the woman anyway?”
“Djinn cannot take from those who offer freely. A fair trade must be made, or your powers are forfeit. I am not a fool, my lord.”
He glanced longingly at the woman, then back to the warm willingness of Nakedella in his arms and nodded abruptly. “I will accept your arrangement. She goes free as soon as you have fulfilled your end of the bargain. You may start now.”
A great round bed took shape in the center of the room. The food was now moved to a sideboard and the prisoner was chained by a golden collar to the wall. She was comfortably situated on a mound of pillows, and looked terribly embarrassed as Nakedella slid to her knees in front of the djinn.
Keeping the woman in her field of vision, Ella positioned herself so that their audience could enjoy the show. Her deft fingers loosened his trousers and freed the hard length of his member in only a few gestures.
She caressed the swollen purple shaft and closed her mouth over the flaring tip, holding his hip with one hand as he jerked back in surprise. Her tongue flicked at the tip and she wrapped her hand around the turgid length to pump him as she began to suck with a steady and slurping rhythm.
She heard a shocked gasp from the woman and a groan of enjoyment from the djinn. Apparently she had never seen a man sucked off before.
Chapter Four
Aware of the show that she was putting on, Nakedella let her own sounds of enjoyment escape as she bent to her task moving her head and hand back and forth with purposeful motions. Her thighs were growing damp as her body prepared to take him within her, but first she had to slow him down a bit.
His thighs quivered and she felt his hands come to the back of her head. He was close, and she scraped her teeth delicately down his cock to send him spinning over the edge of his orgasm. A torrent of sweet and salty cum spilled out of him in thick spurts as she continued to suck and lick at him with fervent attention.
His knees were buckling and his body shuddering as she finished licking the last trace of semen from him.
Her voice was husky as she suggested, “Perhaps you would care to lie down now?” She squealed with laughter as he simply grabbed her and flung her to the bed, her clothing disappearing in mid-air. Efficient.
He followed her in a second and pinned her between his hands and knees. “That was amazing. I have never felt anything like that before.”
She laughed again, “That delights me. Have you ever had a woman on top of you, taking your hot, hard cock within her while she rode you?”
His eyes had widened as she began to speak and he quickly slipped over onto his back before she could change her mind. Giggling, she moved to straddle him, leaning in to meet his lips.
His tongue darted out to stroke her lips and in seconds, her mouth was eating at his with voracious hunger. Her hips began to rock against the muscles of his abdomen and she could once again feel the rise of his recovered erection against her buttocks. Shuddering with enjoyment at the sensations that were beginning in her own body she reached down, grabbed his hands and pressed them to her breasts.
With his hands under hers, she massaged her breasts gently, kneading lightly at the flesh until her nipples had come to hard peaks. At the stiffening of the rose-colored buds, she began to flick and pinch at them with abandon, arching her back at the sensation. His hands took over, and she moaned at the gentle touch he was using with her.
Her golden hair fell down her back in a molten river and she turned her head to caress his hardened cock with it. He groaned and shook in response, his hips arching into the air at the light touch.
Her body was pulsing with energy and she only wanted one thing. That thing was behind her, beckoning her to take it into her wet and slippery depths. So, that is just what she did.
A slick drop had formed on the purple head and she rubbed it against her to part the lips of her sex. She lodged it against her opening and used the copious amounts of lubrication that her body was producing to ease the flaring head into her body.
With a shuddering sigh, her hips slowly began to rise and fall against him. In less than six strokes she had seated him fully within her, and it was time to ride.
She braced her hands on his waist and lifted her hips with a sigh and a grunt. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she picked up the pace. In seconds sweat was running between them, and she was rapidly approaching her own crisis. Hands gripped her breasts and began a gentle stimulation as she worked her body on him over and over.
A sharp pinch to her nipples sent a shockwave deep into her belly and she began to buck and shudder as her body was flung beyond her control. She gasped and braced herself on his hard-muscled abdomen as she recovered from her orgasm, then slowly began to rise and fall again.
He looked at her in surprise and she recognized that he hadn’t seen a woman in the full force of her own passion before. With every stroke of his cock against the delicate channel within her, she shuddered and drove harder.
His hips were bucking beneath her as she increased her speed to a hard, slapping frenzy. The djinn’s eyes narrowed cruelly as his skin flushed and his hands gripped her hips to pound him into her at a rate that pleased his body.
A long and shuddering groan broke from him and he grunted as his body milked itself into hers. She kept him seated deeply within her as he jerked and twitched inside her pussy. Her hands soothed and stroked his chest as he slowly returned to the world around him.
As he relaxed, she lay against him contentedly and smiled as his arms came around her. From her position on his chest she could see the woman watching them with bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Her hands were fisted on her thighs and Nakedella could smell a telltale musk from her position on the djinn. His little pet was aroused. Ella had suspected as much.
She raised her head slightly and moved forward so that she could whisper some instructions into the blue and pointed ear of the man under her.
He rolled her over and began to stroke her body slowly. Each touch was met by a moan or a sigh and when his head fell to her breast and he began to lave her nipples with his tongue, she gave up all pretense of a show. Her hands threaded through his hair and held him to her until he began to suckle at her breast
and her body arched against him.
After an eternity at her breasts his tongue proceeded down her body, dipping into her navel, startling a giggle out of her, then down her belly, his hands parting her thighs with deliberate intent.
They heard a gasp on the far side of the room and ignored it.
Nakedella wove her fingers through his hair as he parted the lips of her sex and flicked his tongue through their mingled essences. A few tentative strokes and his mouth was firmly lodged against her teasing her with his tongue. Slow laps from anus to clit had her shaking on the edge of release in moments. He felt her approach and drove his tongue into her with a curling flick while rubbing her clit with one finger.
The scream that rent the air was echoed by a moan, much closer than the position on the wall.
Nakedella looked wearily over at the woman and she smiled, gesturing to her to join them on the bed. The prisoner crawled over to them, shedding her gown as she came closer.
The djinn looked shocked. Nakedella pushed him over onto his back once more and kissed him deeply. When she broke the kiss, she gestured for the woman to take her place—and the kiss.
A silent sigh of relief broke through her as the woman approached the djinn. Her lips trembled as she met his in a delicate kiss and his hands stayed by his side, allowing her to control it completely.
Her soft hands drifted down across his chest and Nakedella steered them to his nipples, which hardened as the light caress of the woman’s fingers woke them. She left his mouth with a sigh of regret and turned to the other woman for guidance.
Ella leaned over the djinn’s neck, kissing and licking at the corded muscle that was trembling with his urge to take the women into his arms. Her companion followed suit. Each motion that she made was echoed by the woman a moment later.
Her hands stroking against the djinn’s fingers gave him the signal that he would now be allowed to participate. He immediately took advantage by caressing one breast on each of his tormentors, smiling as they stopped their ministrations to focus on sensation.
One of Ella’s hands crept to the sleeping flesh between his thighs, returning the favor that he was giving to her breast. A slightly smaller, less sure hand joined hers and in moments they had him arching under their touch once again.
In a move that no one expected, Nakedella stroked her hand up the woman’s thigh. It gently caressed the flesh hiding her secrets and slid between the petals of her sex to test her readiness.
She was aroused, but not enough to take the djinn, and there was only one way to speed things along.
In a swift move that took her bedmates by surprise, Nakedella had the woman on her back and was on her belly between spread thighs. Her fingers spread the petals of her companion’s sex and she blew a soft stream of air across the damp flesh. Her tongue lapped at the other woman’s cunt, slow strokes with a sharp flick as she passed the straining bud of her clit.
She used one and then two fingers to stroke inside the silken heat, and listened with a smile to the woman’s cry of enjoyment. Ella leaned in and began to suckle lightly on her clit. Her body began to twist and shiver as Ella drew her fingers out and then plunged them rapidly back in, arching them to stroke the upper wall of her channel.
A mewling cry came from her throat and the woman approached her crisis. Nakedella felt her hips lifted and positioned so that the djinn could drive his newly stiffened member into her from behind.
The three of them struggled together, each striving for their own release. The woman under Nakedella’s mouth found it first, shrieking in surprise at the sensations rippling through her and bucking under her lover’s hands and tongue. The woman’s hands were clawing at her breasts, and the waves of her release drove Ella to shift her hips into those of the djinn with a vengance.
Free to use her hands for herself, she moved one hand down between her belly and the bed, moving her own fingers over her clit in a rhythm that matched the cock inside her. She sobbed as a spine-shaking orgasm overtook her.
The djinn now pounded into her, his flesh slapping against hers in a harsh beat. Long minutes of his fervored mating later and he came, shuddering into her and falling to rest on her back.
They made quite the tableau, she was sure. The woman lay with her thighs splayed wide, her hands on her breasts, Nakedella pillowed face down on one of those thighs and the djinn covering her from shoulder to toe.
Chapter Five
She shifted with a soft grunt, wincing as her skin stuck to that of her companions. She moved her arms and pushed out from under the djinn with some difficulty.
“Well, Lord Djinn, I have upheld my part of the bargain. Your woman is now free.”
Two pairs of stricken eyes focused on her in that moment.
She sat quietly in the scent of sex and debauchery. Absently, she propped pillows up behind her and waited for a response.
As she sat, the woman crawled to the djinn and gripped his hand. Nakedella smiled. It was what she had thought all along. “There is an alternative here. She may choose to stay with you and in that case, all I wish is that you take her as your wife and promise to treasure her always.”
“You will accept this exchange instead of her freedom?” The djinn looked hesitant.
“I will. But she must choose. What is your name, by the way?” The question was addressed to the woman, and she looked startled to be spoken to directly.
“Issaih.” She let his hand go and turned to look the djinn in the face. “Can you touch me the way that you touched her? With gentleness and not a frenzy of lust?”
Shock and surpise ran across his features. “Would you stay with me if I controlled myself?”
“I would. Would you take me as your wife, as Nakedella has suggested?”
“I would in a moment. The stars can flicker out, and it will never change how I feel about you, Issaih.” He took her hands and they shared a piece of eternity in that one instant.
Nakedella simply watched the energy of the djinn wrap around Issaih and her own essence move into him. It was a simple binding, but it would warm and protect them both from heartache. She had seen the love between the two and knew of the barrier that his uncontrolled passions had reigned upon her. He hadn’t been brutal, just clumsy, and now he had to make amends.
“Djinn, for each release that you take as your own, you must now give your wife two to make up for your earlier actions.”
“I agree to that term. But I now owe you a boon. Anything that you wish for may be yours.”
“First, before the wish, I would have my clothing and baggage returned to me.” She blinked and she was clothed again, her body clean and refreshed as well.
“Now, I would have you tell me all that you know of the curse holding the Stone Sultan in thrall.”
He cuddled his woman into his arms and began to tell her all he knew.
When he had finished, she left the newlyweds to their new vows and intimacies and stepped outside. The fingers of dawn were just stretching across the horizon as she left the oasis palace. As she stepped outside, the palace turned back into the shack, but now beside the pool was a graceful palm tree.
The djinn and his wife would be together as the pool and palm during the day, and then shift into their human forms at night. Love was wonderful.
Taking a deep breath, Nakedella stepped forward with the magical slippers and spun through space once again.
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She stumbled once again as the enchanted footwear took her through space and dropped her in a new portion of the desert.
Far in the distance was a city carved into a hillside built of stone. She would be able to walk there in a day, and the way her feet were twitching, that was what she was supposed to do.
The sun beat down on her with relentless intensity, seeming to grow hotter the closer that she got to the city.
Her clothing was covered with dust and sweat, as she arrived hours after this leg of her journey had started. She walked straight to the palace in the
center of the city and through the gateway that guarded the entrance.
The guards stood petrified at her approach, as had all of the inhabitants of the city. The people were frozen in place. The vendors in the marketplace were frozen in the act of bartering, children tugged at women’s skirts, pickpockets were arrested in mid-theft and flies were completely still on dung heaps. It was truly a city frozen in time.
Bright beams of light were leaking from the palace, and she resolutely forged ahead and into the audience chamber. Seated on the throne was a man, weeping into his hands. His court was frozen in place by whatever magic held the town, and she wove her way between them to approach the one moving creature in this entire area.
Beams of light streamed off of him, rays from a sun that was grounded within him. The heat was incredible, but she forged forward regardless.
“Who are you to disturb my solitude?” The voice boomed all around her and it confirmed her supposition that this was a creature of vast power.
“I am Nakedella, on a mission for the Stone Sultan. Who do I have the honor of addressing?” She curtsied deeply and held it until he spoke.
“You have disturbed me in my grief, and you do not know who I am?” He stood and glared at her, the beams from his body taking on a harsh brilliance in the dim light of the palace. “I am the Sun. How can you be in my realm and not know where you are?”
She rose slowly, the heat prickling her skin, and winced at the sensation of her nose drying. “I have travelled via magic. It takes me to the next step in my journey with no explanation. How may I serve you, Lord Sun?”
He looked surprised. His radiance dimmed. “Retrieve my daughter for me. She was taken out of the palace by stealth and subterfuge weeks ago. It tears my heart to have her away from me.”