by JDCLANDICE
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Stone pulled on every last one of Samosa’s words as she chatted away in the hot tub full of bubbles. She said it has been a while since she soaked in a tub and he was glad she liked it.
He took joy in seeing her more fully now. Jinn were carnal creatures and enjoyed the flesh and the spirit of a human. It was their food. Her body was slick and body flushed red, her brown skin was like a huge Kit Kat bar to him and her hair was finally let loose from the band allowing springy curls to bounce and dance around her heart shaped face.
Her husband should be smacked with the dumb stick. He left a beautiful, smart woman to play with another woman? Absurdity ruled men’s hearts these days which is why it was so easy to manipulate them, take their spouses and girlfriends and make them pay. Women were devious little cockroaches too, but Stone loved women more. Not girls. Women.
“What are some things people have wished for from you, Stone?”
“Why?” He relaxed his head against the cushion on the edge of the tub.
“I don’t want to wish for the same things. My wish should be unique.”
“You are unique,” Stone said now moving towards her. “You are extraordinarily unique.”
Samosa placed her arms behind her pushing against the edge of the Jacuzzi, trying to lean back away from him.
“Did they wish for money?”
“That’s the one I get all the time,” he said.
“Lord knows I need it.”
“Wish it then.” Stone thought she needed a bit more coercing, so he leaned in close to her sweet neck and lightly grazed his teeth along the length of it.
“Oh! Please don’t.”
“Ask then.” He said under her hesitation. Her hand went to his hair and she ran her short nails across his scalp causing his loins to fill with hot blood. Just from a simple touch like that set him on fire. Who was this woman?
“Should I ask for beauty?” She was half joking.
“Negative,” he said out of breath. “You have the beauty part down pat. Can’t you tell from my reaction?”
“I know what I want more than anything,.” Samosa looked into his eyes. Her golden eyes, lined in black had begun to twirl and twirl, like a whirlpool, her lashes wet with water and the sound of the jets could be heard beneath them.
“I wish for my cancer to disappear.”
He watched as she touched her head. Her hair moved in unison with her hand and with one pull the hair slid off revealing a smooth bald, brown head. Her eyes stood out catlike, but full of sorrow.
“Turn your back to me,” he said huskily. She did as he said; the water gently lapped between both their legs, her body fell snugly into his. He never told her to lean back but her faith in him was unwavering and true.
“You’ll feel something pierce you directly into your back, it will be my…tentacles filling in the small holes.”
He felt Samosa tense, her shoulders hunched up. He continued: “This is so once I insert them into you; we will be bonded. Mere words can’t ask for something to be done the right way every time.”
Samosa remained quiet, but he saw her cut her eyes at him. She wanted to see what monster he’ll become just to help her. He prepared himself by meditating on something beautiful. The process in growing these whip-like things was arduous to say the least and stupid if anyone asked. Plus, the only focus he ever had was an attractive person, not sunshine filled childhood.
Where he came from, there was always ash and smoke and red caverns with ox blood colored stalagmites; the smell of old death…
He concentrated on the curvy woman close to him; her marking pulsated, like a heartbeat. It shook and shimmied, turning clockwise first and then counterclockwise. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The hard part was almost over.
The best was yet to come.