The familiar arms of the Sultana wrapped around him. He didn’t know she was watching, but he welcomed the company.
“My King, you are a great man, and your dream of a thriving kingdom is obtainable,” Shekinah whispered in his ear before kissing his nape.
She always seemed to know what he was thinking, but he never gave it a second thought.
“My beautiful Queen, there is none wiser in the entire kingdom than you. But I do not see how it’s possible to fulfill my heart's desire.”
She turned him to face her and started unbuttoning his robe. “I may know a way to call upon the jinn. They are known as wish granters, and they give you what your heart desires.”
Allowing his garment to hit the floor, she kissed his chest as her hand slid down into his pants.
He moaned from her seductive caress. “The creatures of myth and legend?”
She trailed her lips down his abdomen, kneeling before him. “Legend, yes, but they are no myth, my dear husband.” She freed his growing cock, and tongued the tip.
“Ah! Shekinah, you possess the knowledge to drive a man wild with just your mouth. But do you really know how to obtain an audience with a being no one has ever seen?”
He gripped the thick balcony railing as she took all of him in her mouth, looking into her mesmerizing brown eyes. Fifteen years his junior, she was a beauty to behold. But only a fool would dismiss her as just a mere beauty. There was more to her than met the eye— beautiful, but twice as deadly.
Shekinah served a sinister god that rewarded her with powers just as dark. Most men would be frightened of her, but not Basheer. Her danger was precisely what weakened his knees. The sex was out of this world. She was as aggressive as a cobra, and insatiable as the desert's thirst. Basheer loved it. He loved her.
He lifted her up, forcing her to relinquish his manhood, and sat her on the wide railing. She removed her dupatta, letting it fall to the ground below, and unpinned her hair allowing the glossy, ebony waves to tumble down to the small of her back. Basheer leaned in to kiss her lips but she stopped him short. He wasn’t sure if it was to tease him or because the subjects below would have a scandalous show.
“With my Lord’s grace, I will have an audience with a jinni, and force him to give my mighty Sultan everything you could ever dream of possessing under the hot desert sun.”
He lifted her dress up so he could settle between her thighs, and penetrate deep in her core.
Let them watch!
“Legends cannot be forced, my queen.”
She moaned from the wave of ecstasy engulfing her as he pumped his hips. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing a kiss from her.
In an instant, they were on the silk sheets of their bed. Shekinah had used her powers to teleport them, positioning herself atop him. Basheer laughed, amused by her not wanting to give the people a show they would never forget.
She ripped open the top of the dress, revealing her breasts to him, placing his hand on the left one.
“Feel my love for you with each beat of my heart, Basheer. As sure as my body lives for you, know that I will give you the greatest kingdom the world will ever see, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me, Basheer?”
She stared into his hazel eyes, rocking on his cock. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold out, but he would have told her anything in that moment. He would have sold his soul into endless torture if that’s what it took to make her happy.
“Yes, I trust you.”
Basheer didn’t know it at the time, but those four words would prove to be his downfall. That was the moment he changed not only his life, but the life of a young jinni by the name of Jafar.
Second Chapter
Jafar and Taalib
Jafar sprang from the cave and punted the large scaly egg to Taalib as he dashed passed him.
“Whoa! How did you get it?” Taalib yelled. He marveled at the otherworldly object. He looked up to ask Jafar about the cave but he was gone. Confusion etched on his face, he looked for him until he spotted Jafar running down the mountain. “Jafar! Where are you going?”
The ground vibrated as if a stampede of elephants were making their way out of a cave.
Jafar hollered, “The mother is home!”
Realization dawned on Taalib— Jafar had left him to be the one holding the egg as one pissed off mother was on a warpath to kill the culprit. He took off to catch up to Jafar, tossing the egg back to him. Just then, a large cockatrice dragon burst out of the cave with a blood curdling cry. These beasts look like a cross between a white and brown turkey and a reddish dinosaur.
“I pray to Lilith a death stalker cuddles with your twig and berries,” Taalib said.
Jafar laughed. A fireball whizzed between them, nearly setting Jafar’s shirt afire. “Damn that was close! Nearly burned my berries off.” Jafar grinned at Taalib who could not suppress his own amusement.
The thing was gaining on them, and Jafar wanted to create some distance. He tossed the egg back to Taalib before pulling out his boomerang to chuck at the cockatrice’s feet. The creature dodged the blow and answered with another fireball that nearly took his head off. Taalib torpedoed the egg into Jafar.
“Stop throwing this wretched thing at me! You are the one getting married, and insisted on traveling to this god-forsaken realm!” Taalib barked, dodging another fireball.
“Anwar would never grant me Mina’s hand without a bride wealth! He honors the olden ways,” Jafar said turning a corner, barely preventing himself from wiping out.
“And you couldn’t get her diamonds like a normal jinni? The earth is riddled with them!” Taalib protested following close behind him.
“Mina is worth more than a common earth rock. Anwar knows it, and he won't give his blessing to someone who fails to know it too.”
The bottom of the mountain was coming up fast, and Jafar didn't have enough time to create a portal for them to safely move between worlds without leading the dragon straight to the Gaia plane where Earth, his home, was located.
A powerful deity named Yahweh, who dwelt in Eden at the center of the universe, banished these creatures from the Gaia plane. Jinn may serve the goddess Lilith and the mother of their species, but Gaia belonged to Yahweh. To knowingly let one into the human world would bring down his wraith.
Jafar had never met the man, but the ancient jinn told everyone of his legendary temper when disobeyed.
Not even Lilith could save them in such a case.
He was one you did not cross, and Jafar had no intentions of making an enemy of an old god credited with the creation and destruction of everything. He had to come up with a plan to out maneuver the beast.
Taalib interrupted Jafar thoughts, “The damn thing is hot on our heels! We can’t create a portal to Earth without bringing it with us! Yahweh will kill us if we don't shake her!”
“Wow, did you come up with that all by yourself?” Jafar teased.
“No, my original plan was trip you and buy myself more time,” Taalib retorted, dodging another fireball.
Taalib’s words gave Jafar an idea to get more time. “I will throw a portal gate to the middle of the ocean. As soon as you are through the portal, teleport yourself right back here, leaving the cockatrice to the watery depths.”
Taalib nodded. Just as Taalib opened a portal, the cockatrice fired at him but Jafar jumped in the way, taking the brunt of the hit. He almost dropped the egg but Taalib caught him and the egg as they fell through the portal. The frigid temperatures of the ocean hit them like a lightning bolt.
The vibration of something falling into the water confirmed the creature followed them through the portal. On cue, Taalib teleported them back to the mountain before the portal and closed it, leaving the creature to its frozen fate.
They took a moment to catch their breath.
“Turn around and let me see the wound, nitwit,” Taalib said
Jafar turned slowly, revealing a deep third degree burn on his back. “This nitwit saved y
our arse,” he said through gritted teeth.
Taalib placed his hand over the wound; a blue light glowed from his palm. The tissue and muscle began to mend, and new skin formed. Jinn were able to regenerate from injury, but Taalib wanted to speed up the recovery.
“I better be your best man for all of this trouble over a girl!”
Jafar chuckled. “There is no finer jinni than my brother from another mother.”
Taalib smiled. “Let’s go home. I only pray Mina doesn't reject you after you have wooed her father so thoroughly.”
Together, they formed a shimmering gold portal. This was a portal between realms that allowed them to travel from the tiefling world, Tyre, to their home in Gaia within seconds. Jinn had the ability to teleport but that was limited to whatever plane they were located.
Taalib and Jafar stepped through the rippling circle happy to return home.
Third Chapter
Shekinah
Shekinah opened the cabin to her golden altar for the dark lord Abyssian. She just returned with the last ingredient she needed to summon the jinn. With a wave of her hand, the candles on the altar and all around her private Sultana quarters lit.
In the golden bowl on the altar, she placed the ingredients— Sands of Sahara, Namib, Gobi, Thar, Kotochul Egg, Urine of a tyrant, Trimple Nuts, belladonna, hemlock, snake skin, cardamom, and black salt. Another wave of her hand and she changed to her priestess robes, raising her hands to the sky.
“I call upon the powers of Darkness, and pray to the great Lord! I call upon the one who has no equal, and snuffs out the light in mighty triumph! My Dark Lord, Abyssian, grant me the power to enslave the jinn and bend them to my will!” Shekinah declared before slicing open her wrist so her blood, the blood of the summoner, could fall into the bowl. The ingredients caught fire with the first drops and blazed up before going out with every candle in the room.
She gasped with the sudden darkness, and waved her hand to restore the lighting. Remembering she was bleeding, she healed the cut to her wrist.
“What the hell! Who are you?” An unfamiliar male voice said.
Shekinah turned to find a six foot, seven inch unnaturally beautiful man with piercing blue eyes staring at her. She tried to read his thoughts. A talent she told nobody she possessed. But nothing. She was unable to hear anything.
She wondered if all jinn were as gorgeous, or if she was just lucky to summon this one.
His clothing was unusual as he didn't wear the customary robes, but a beige-colored, lightweight woven shirt, and the pants were made of the same fabric, but white. In almost a trance like state, fascinated with his clothing, she walked up to him and ran her hand down his chest.
“What is this you wear, creature?”
Grabbing her wrist and twisting it from his body, he said, “I am not a creature! I am a jinni, and you should mind your tongue when addressing a race more superior than the mere humans.”
Shekinah was painfully aware of her own mortality. Upon her death, Abyssian would devour her soul. The cost of being his servant endowed with power. It was the very reason she convinced Basheer they needed to build the largest kingdom the world had ever seen— to escape her destiny.
A mortal could become immortal by gaining so much notoriety they became a living legend. Notoriety and idolizing was a form of worship so one would essentially join the gods becoming a deity of whatever they were known for most. That was why she needed the jinn.
Shekinah smiled. “What does the oh, so superior jinni call himself?”
“Rajah. Why did you summon me, besides to court your own death with insults?”
Her smile turned wicked. “I did more than summon you. This mere human has made you little more than a pet to do her bidding. You are enslaved to me and must do as I command.”
Rajah began to twist her wrist to intentionally cause pain. “Impossible! Humans cannot bend the jinn to their will. We are the desert heat, and you cannot bend the desert to your will!”
“Unhand me,” she ordered, and he was forced to release her.
Rajah looked at his hand, puzzled that it released her even though he didn't want to let her go.
“How did you do this?”
“I am not a mere human! I am Shekinah, the Dark Priestess of Lord Abyssian, and it’s by his power which flows through my veins you are enslaved to me! Bow before your Sultana and Master.”
Forced to his knees before her, he said, “Why would you do this?”
She caressed his cheek. “Beautiful creature, with your powers, I want you to create the largest, richest, and most luxurious kingdom ever created. Buildings plated in gold and streets bathed in silver, encrusted with every gem known to mankind. The Palace needs to be four times its current size, and enough riches for every man, woman, and child to never go hungry. With you, I will lay this at my husband’s feet so he and I can be known throughout history as the greatest Sultans to ever live.”
Rajah laughed, interrupting her daydream of the grand kingdom. Shekinah frowned. “What amuses you so?”
“I am but one jinni with only so much magic, and your desires require the power of an entire tribe. I would die before a fraction of that is completed, and then where would you be?” He smirked
She folded her arms in a huff. “Even in death, you are bound to me, so your soul would go to Abyssian.”
Rajah’s face paled as he stood. “Your spell sentences my soul to hell?”
“Hell is too mild a word. Anyways, if my spell summoned you, then I can triple it until I have a tribe,” she said, turning to walk towards her altar and catalog what ingredients she needed more of.
Rajah shook his head. “No. It’s not that simple.”
She turned to face him. “Why not?”
“One jinni is easy to overpower, but a tribe is much stronger because the bond is very complicated. The power is more concentrated because each jinni feeds and takes from the tribal bond. It would take a special type of spell to enslave a tribe. But this spell has a huge cost, and the main power source is hard to come by,” he said as he circled the room, examining his surroundings.
“My wealth is great, I can pay any cost. Tell me what I need to enslave a tribe of jinn.” She jutted her chin out.
“I will help you enslave a tribe but only if you agree to free me . . . and my soul.” She was about to protest, but Rajah raised a hand. “You are trading one jinni for an army of jinn.”
She deliberated a moment. “I agree to your terms, now tell me what I will need.”
He wagged his finger. “The deal is not struck until you swear before the Goddess Lilith. An oath before her cannot be broken.”
She regarded him thoughtfully before asking, “Are you positive you can live with yourself enslaving your own tribe?”
“My tribe is not here in Gaia, and I do not know how to summon them to this realm,” he replied.
“Gaia?”
“The plane in which Earth is located.”
“Then how will you help me enslave a tribe if none exist here on Earth . . . or in Gaia?”
“There is a tribe that lives on Earth, out in the desert of Gobi. We will take them.”
She nodded, satisfied with his plan. Rajah started to remove his clothes.
Shekinah yelled, “What in the dark lord are you doing?”
“An oath before Lilith requires a joining deeper than a mere handshake,” he explained, standing in the buff as he extended his hand to her.
“I am a married woman.” She folded her arms in defiance.
“Understand, little witch, I am not your husband, this will not be love making. This is a meaningless rut. Nothing more than a business transaction.”
She still didn’t take his hand. She desired him, but she desired to keep her vows to her husband more. Rajah stepped in closer, invading her space. The heat of his naked body caused warmth to pool between her thighs. Her resolve was fading but she still didn’t move. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest. She flushed with
arousal, her breath increasing.
“Would you do anything to wield the power of an army of jinn?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, her eyes meeting his.
He pressed his lips against hers, beckoning to be let in as he untied her robe. Masculine hands explored her body, caressing her hesitation away. A gasp escaped her when he cupped her slick opening. She was soaking wet, and his cock answered with rock hard desire. Rajah lifted her up and draped her legs over his forearms, giving him easier access to line himself up with her core.
“Goddess Lilith, we call upon you to witness our oath,” he said as his cock slowly grounded against her moist center, teasing her.
Shekinah groaned from the delicious pleasure. Once she was drunk with need, he entered her body. The candles flickered, barely holding on to their light. Shekinah’s moans increased with each thrust. Rajah continued chanting until a sinister laugh of a female entity echoed through the room, signaling Lilith’s arrival.
Lilith, the mother of daemons and all their offspring, was quite the voyeur. Some gods required gold, some required blood, but she required sex. Watching her loyal followers engage in sex with each other before her pleased her the most. If you called upon her to witness your pledge, you were unable to break it without facing ten thousand years of torment.
She was not the Goddess of Pledges, but she took great offense to broken promises. Lilith was one of the most unknown known deities. Many immortals knew of her but none, including her children, knew her origins or what she was outside of Yahweh— which might as well be nobody because he didn’t answer anyone beyond what he determined others needed to know.
Rajah lead the oath before Lilith, “I, Rajah Jibreel, promise to help…” he trailed off, looking to Shekinah.
“Shekinah,” she moaned, “Sultana Shekinah el-Seem and Priestess of the Dark Lord Abyssian,” she said digging her nails in his back and shoulders.
He groaned as his grip tightened, fighting back the urge to spill. “To gain all the ingredients to enslave a tribe of jinn…. in exchange for my own freedom of body and soul from her and Abyssian. We make this oath before you, great Mother Goddess Lilith.”
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