Chapter 1

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Magic, Slavery, Fiction, Time Travel, Extra Sensory Perception, Genie, DomSub, Rough, Sadistic, Group Sex, Harem, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Pregnancy,

Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A beautiful genie named Laresa falls into the clutches of a man who would be a God. He is familiar to Laresa, one of her people, and he knows far more about the Djinn than any mortal she has ever known. Who is he, and what is the "Society"?

Inca Ruins, Peru — 2001

"We're close, Aaron."

The old man held his hands out before him, moving them slightly back and forth, slowly homing in on something. At last, he steadied his hands, opened his eyes and smiled. Letting the gray stone cupped between his palms slide into one hand, he nodded in the direction the stone indicated.

His younger companion grunted to acknowledge the nod, nervously tousling his mop of brown hair, and then set off to match the brisk pace of his mentor. Aaron thought, The old goat gets along pretty well for his age. I'd better keep that in mind.

They moved carefully through the ruins, doing their best to avoid leaving any sign of their passage. The vine-choked, crumbling stone structures around them were not so remote, and they certainly did not want some local who wandered into the area to discover them. The weather was miserable, a light, cold drizzle drifting down from a deep gray sky, making the broken stones underfoot slippery and more treacherous than they would be normally.

The old man lifted his hand suddenly, his eyes going wide, and turned to gesture impatiently to the younger, before hurrying behind a wall that looked the same as every other that they had passed. When Aaron walked around the stone, he found his old teacher kneeling on the ground, the hand containing the gray stone pressed against the earth.

"It's here, Aaron. It is buried right here. Get out the shovel, our quest is nearly over. Whom have we found, I wonder. Horace? Laresa? Mayesra? Such prizes remain! We stand to gain much honor when we return, should we bear one of the elusive prizes that have never been in our possession, or one of those that has escaped us..."

Aaron rolled his eyes while the old man rambled, taking off his pack to retrieve the folding camp shovel inside. He hoped the damn artifact wasn't buried too deep, or they could be here for hours slogging through the mud, sifting through water filling up the hole. The old man knew this weather was coming, and had insisted on leaving for the ruins anyway. Once he had the scent, he was impossible to shake, no matter the logic or common sense involved in any argument against it.

"Right there, where your hand is, Wallace?" Aaron waited for his old mentor to stop babbling for a moment, and then repeated the question.

"Oh, oh yes! Right here. Hmm, the rain could be a problem. The ground is rather saturated. I fear the hole might fill with water as we dig it."

No shit, you geriatric old coot, Aaron thought. "I told you we should have waited until this was over and it dried out."

"Perhaps, but we'll see if we can't find it now, and return later if necessary. We can always cover this spot with some stones; it's in the shadows and..."

"Wallace, I need to get in there, if you want me to dig."

Chuckling, the old man rose up from his knees and moved out of the way. Aaron squatted down, pushing the tip of the shovel into the ground with his foot, and started moving earth.

Aaron ground his teeth in frustration as the hole reached about two feet deep. He was pulling out as much water as mud with every shovelful now, and doubted that they would get anywhere near the prize that Wallace was sure was buried here.

Then his shovel hit something solid, and metallic.

Great excitement in his voice, Wallace hurried over, dropping to his hands and knees next to the hole, "Did you find something?"

Aaron carefully stabbed the shovel into the water at the bottom of the hole again, and yet another metallic clink greeted them. "I think so."

Moving the shovel around, Aaron managed to find the edges of something, and started prying with his shovel. He could feel give, and pried hard, a sucking sound rewarding him as the water level in the hole dropped, the liquid filling the void left by the prize, now barely visible through the muck.

Wallace reached down and grabbed the box, drawing it up out of the water with a laugh. He turned it over and over, wiping away mud and examining it. "It appears to be intact, and well sealed." He reached into his pocket and held the grey stone very near the box, "If this is not one of the artifacts we seek, it is surely something of great power."

"So, open it," Aaron impatiently suggested.

"Oh, of course, yes. Hmm, it appears to be sealed with lead. I believe we'll have to return to civilization to open this."

Great, just great! Aaron thought, but then said aloud, "At least we can get in out of this fucking weather."

"Where is your spirit of adventure, Aaron?"

"It drowned," Aaron muttered as he tried to wipe some of the mud off his shovel.

Laresa roused slightly, sensing that her ring was close to someone again — and moving.

She didn't know how long it had been since she was last summoned. She slept often, rousing only for short periods, as she always did whenever long periods passed between Masters. She had known her last Master for only moments. Almost as soon as she appeared, he crossed himself and ordered her to go away.

Laresa smoothed back her silvery hair, her back arching as she stretched, causing the rosy tips of her firm breasts to press against the silken gown she wore. She shivered and let out a little moan, pressing a petite hand over her sex, vestiges of a dream still sparking arousal within her.

She felt the presence of a second person, also close to her ring. A mixture of anticipation and trepidation flowed through her, as she hoped to see the world outside again, but wondered what type of Master would summon her this time.

For now, her ring was still only close to someone, and not yet on anyone's finger, so she drifted off to sleep amongst her cushions.

Once again, her dreams were bittersweet glimpses of a life returned to the flow of time, of being human. For so long, such thoughts had never crossed her mind, but that was changing. So many times recently, her Masters had given her tastes of free will, and of humanity, awakening desires within her, unfelt for eons.

Laresa smiled in her sleep, even as her heart ached.

"Crude, yes, but someone went to a great deal of trouble to seal this. Surely, we shall find something remarkable. It can only be one of the artifacts we seek..."

The urge for Aaron to roll his eyes was nearly overwhelming. Blah, blah, blah! Shut up and open it!

"Ah, there we are!" Aaron stepped over to look over Wallace's shoulder, just as eager to see what was inside as his mentor. As Wallace opened the box, a folded, yellowed piece of paper met both their eyes.

Wallace pulled out the paper, revealing something wrapped in undyed cloth, which was just as yellowed as the paper. Aaron clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to scream, as Wallace opened the brittle paper to see if there was anything written upon it.

"My, my, whoever sealed this believed they had found something dire indeed. The note says that the devil is in this box, and it should be buried far from man, never to see the light of day again."

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Superstitious fools."

Carefully folding the note and putting it off to the side, Wallace admonished, "We simply fear what we do not understand, and most are quite unfamiliar with the Djinn, Aaron. Now, let us see what was so frightening to our friend who wrote the note."

Aaron's skin tingled as Wallace removed the small cloth-wrapped bundle from the box, and started to unwrap it. Come on already, this isn't a damn dig! Aaron silently fumed, frustrated by the meticulous care his mentor was taking with the object. Becoming archaeologists was useful to cover their true purpose, but Aaron thought Wallace took that part of his life far too seriously.

Finally, the cloth parted, revealing a ring. Aaron recognized the crafting, and he knew it was one of the objects they sought. At long last, they had found the home of a genie.

Wallace turned the ring over in his fingers, a wide smile on his face, "Gold band with an amber stone, crafted by our ancestors, certainly." Turning to Aaron, he held the ring up, "I'll have to check the database, but I'm almost certain this is the artifact to which Laresa is bound! Truly a remarkable find! She is one of the few who has never been located. We have come so close, only to find the ring missing so many times."

"You're certain, then?"

"Oh, absolutely! I cannot say that it is indeed our long-lost Laresa without checking the database, but it is without a doubt the home of a Djinn." Wallace laughed, all his long years of searching now fulfilled in the ring he held between his fingers.


An expression of surprise and pain crossed Wallace's face as the knife plunged with expert skill between the slats of his chair, and into his back. The ring fell with a clatter from his nerveless fingers as he mouthed the word why to his apprentice of almost a decade.

Aaron ignored the sound of his mentor's head falling against the desk, bending to pick up the ring. "You're all a bunch of decrepit fools. We could have gathered all the Djinn years ago if you addle-brained old men hadn't forbidden us to use the artifacts to do it. I'm done with you, and I'm done with the Society."

Holding up the ring, he smiled and said to it, "Now, let's just check the database, and see if the old codger was right. I want to make sure of what I'm getting into before I put you on."

Aaron sat tapping the desk with a finger, staring at the laptop monitor, two entries from the database opened side-by-side on the screen.

Looks like you're right, old man. We have found Laresa. I'm sure the Society would have been very pleased. Too bad they'll never see her.

Clicking on the other entry, labeled Nathifa, he scrolled down and read the entry again with a smile. One of the first Djinn to be located by the Society, she would have little experience with her powers. The information also provided the perfect means to stifle her, to ensure that she never discovered how to utilize her powers deceptively.

Returning to Laresa's entry, he narrowed his eyes. You are an entirely different matter, my dear. Though the Society had never located her, they had managed to gather a great deal of information about her. One thing was certain: she did know how to manipulate a Master's wishes when it suited her.

Minimizing the database windows, Aaron opened a text editor and started to plan his words carefully, ensuring that Laresa would find no means to twist the wishes he planned to make.

Laresa started awake, knowing the sensation of her ring sliding on to someone's finger. She reached down and felt her tummy with a sigh. In the dream, from which she had just been awakened, a babe had rested there, beneath her heart.

Sitting up, Laresa felt power flowing through her, awakened by the touch of a human hand. Anxious anticipation permeated her, as she wondered when she would be summoned, and what type of Master would greet her upon emergence from the ring.

Then came the familiar tug, and she dissolved into wisps of smoke, to coalesce once more in the outside world.

"Welcome, Laresa. This is the year two-thousand-one, and we are in the country of Peru. My name is Aaron, but you will call me Master."

Laresa stared at the man who wore her ring, startled as he greeted her, just as she was about to greet him and explain her presence.

Aaron laughed, "Surprised, are we? Let's get something out of the way right now. I wish that you have no access to my thoughts or desires, knowing only what I choose to tell you in word or thought. I wish that you fulfill all of my wishes exactly as spoken, taking no liberties to improve upon them. Finally, I wish that you warn me of any danger to my person, my plans, or my possessions — immediately — and otherwise speak in my presence only when spoken to, or to acknowledge fulfilling a wish."

Laresa's mind reeled as she felt those wishes bind her. The man's features looked much like those of her people, and he seemed to know as much about her as she did about herself. It was obvious that he planned to grant her nothing resembling free will, and that did not sit well with her. She acknowledged his wishes curtly, her face flat and emotionless.

He continued, "Now, when I give you a command, you will treat it as a wish. I don't feel like rattling off the words I wish every time I need you to do something. You will also answer any question I ask you. I know you can't lie to me, but you'll do your best to avoid answering me if you can. Don't doubt that I'll know when you're trying to avoid the question."

He gestured, and Laresa turned to see the corpse of an old man, slumped over a table with a knife in his back. Aaron told her, "Get the Finder's Stone out of his pocket, and give it to me."

Fear knotted Laresa's stomach. She didn't need an explanation to know what had happened. Her new Master had killed this man, in cold blood, and left him crumpled unceremoniously where he had died. Laresa could sense that the murder had occurred hours ago.

Even if the object did not have the same name, she would have recognized the magical power of the Finder's Stone. It was not the same one she remembered, but its powers were duplicated in this item. Willing the stone into her hand, she walked over and handed it to her Master.

"Good, now dispose of the body, somewhere where he will never be found by anyone. Clean up the blood too."

"Yes, Master," Laresa replied, and sent the body to a cave deep beneath the earth, one with no exit to the surface. It was the closest thing to dignity she could offer the man, while still fulfilling Aaron's wish.

A few more wishes followed. He ordered her to make sure his laptop battery never needed charging, and for the computer to function perfectly, forever. He likewise demanded that the device be able to connect to the internet in the present time, no matter where or when they were. Several other common demands followed, delivered in the manner that reminded Laresa of a bored aristocrat ordering about a house servant. He worded every wish with extreme care, so that Laresa could not possibly rebel by twisting his words. Indeed, he seemed to know much about her, and Djinn.

As she fulfilled his wishes, she studied him. He had dark shoulder-length hair, and a slim, bony frame. His expression was one of smug self-confidence. His next set of wishes changed him, the typical wishes that so many male Masters had pressed upon her over the years. When she finished granting his wishes, he possessed the lean, muscular body of an athlete, and a cock of considerable length and girth.

He admired his new body and generous endowment in a mirror, flexing his muscles and chuckling. He turned back to Laresa and said, "So, do you like my new body? Do you find it arousing, my little Laresa?"

The question he asked was about his body, which was undoubtedly attractive. Laresa had little choice but to answer, "Yes, Master."

He laughed and said, "But you find me repulsive, of course. That's quite alright. I may decide to sample your wares at some point, but we still have a lot to do, my dear. Quite frankly, I don't trust you, my silver-haired wench, so I believe we'll get you a little help before we move on to any big wishes. I wish for you to bring the Djinn, Nathifa here to serve me."

Laresa reached out with her power, finding the genie Aaron sought. When she attempted to bring the bracelet that was the Djinn's home to her, her brow furrowed in confusion when she felt resistance.

The rotund man gasped, seeing the flashes of power sparking against the shield surrounding the Chamber of Containment. Someone was attempting to summon an unbound genie, and one of those in the Chamber was the one selected.

Placing his hands against the runes on the doorway of the chamber, he poured his will into maintaining the shield. Almost as soon as his hands touched the runes, he knew his efforts were in vain. Whoever was summoning the artifact did not seek just any Djinn, but one specifically. Still, he poured all his heart, all his will, and all his power into maintaining the shield. His duty was to protect the artifacts the Society had located, and he would not fail in that duty, so long as a single breath of life remained in his body.

He endured, fulfilling his obligation, until his heart burst from the strain. The shield collapsed, and a bracelet vanished from its silken cushion within the Chamber.

Aaron smiled as the bracelet appeared on his wrist, and swirling vapors congealed into his second genie, "Welcome, Nathifa."

"Greetings, Master, how may I serve you?" Nathifa responded. She had the same look of surprised confusion on her face as the one Laresa had worn only a short time before.

Laresa sighed inwardly as Aaron placed the same restrictions upon Nathifa with which he had shackled her. Laresa guessed that Nathifa was a couple of years younger than she was, at least physically. She was centuries old in reality, but her appearance surely placed her just into the full flower of womanhood. If it were not for Laresa knowing that only adults had been sacrificed to be Djinn, she might have even suspected the woman younger.

Laresa couldn't help but notice Nathifa's hair, as unique as her own silvery locks. Nathifa's hair fell freely in flowing waves down her back, nearly to her trim, heart-shaped bottom. The strands were a deep red, so dark that it almost looked black where it was gathered, but the color shone through on the edges, whenever the light struck it right. Laresa thought her beautiful, and even felt a little twinge of jealousy. Nathifa stood about a hand taller than Laresa, with perky breasts just slightly smaller than Laresa's heavy, but still firm, globes. The diaphanous gown she wore, quite similar to Laresa's own, only served to enhance the woman's attributes, barely concealing them.

As Nathifa acknowledged the last of Aaron's wishes, Laresa sensed a great wave of apprehension coming from the other genie. Laresa was making no effort to invade Nathifa's mind, but she nevertheless felt the assault of thoughts and emotions pounding into her.

The young Djinn had known only two Masters in all her centuries, sleeping within her bracelet since then, sensing the presence of people near her home only rarely. Being summoned was extremely frightening to the young woman; something Laresa remembered all to well from the first few times a Master called her forth from her ring. Aaron's overbearing dominance and obvious knowledge about her was not helping the red-haired genie cope.

A strange sound coming from the open laptop startled both women out of their thoughts. Aaron walked over and looked at the screen, laughing when he saw the email. The Society was alerting its members that one of their number had died attempting to prevent an artifact from leaving the Chamber. He realized that he would need to reply, as well as send a reply from Wallace's email. Shortly, it wouldn't matter if the Elders grew suspicious, but for now it would be best if he gave them no reason to suspect what was happening half a world away.

As Aaron sat down to type, obviously distracted, Laresa sent her thoughts out to the other Djinn, I have been forbidden to speak aloud as well, but my name is Laresa.

I am Nathifa. You are of the Djinn as well?

Yes, I am. I sense you are afraid, and have only been summoned twice in all your years, do you know how this is possible?

I know nothing. I have slept for time uncountable. Have you known many Masters? Are they all cruel and demanding, like this one — like all Masters I have known?

Laresa smiled, one thing not yet forbidden to her, and mentally replied, I have been blessed to know kind Masters, even those who befriended and loved me in my time. Those who have worn my ring are as uncountable as your years of slumber.

I am afraid. Nathifa's mental voice trembled. I fear he will use my body for his pleasure.

Laresa's heart went out to the inexperienced genie. It was likely that, like Laresa, Nathifa was untouched by man when she had been sacrificed to become one of the Djinn. Laresa's own memories of her first Master were far from pleasant, and many years passed before she discovered what an orgasm was, the close quarters of her youth having left little possibility to explore her body in that way.

Laresa gently laid a hand on Nathifa's shoulder as she sent her thoughts again. I wish I could tell you that such will not happen, but I fear it likely. You must simply endure those who take you without regard for your feelings or needs. They can take your body, but only you can give a man your heart. Without that, it is empty lust, and he will tire of it. Just remember that not all Masters are so thoughtless. You are beautiful, and some men are as prone to love as lust.

When Laresa's thoughts about her beauty sounded within Nathifa's head, they carried with them something deeper, the stirrings of attraction. Memories washed over Nathifa, and she flinched away, closing her mind tight.

Nathifa? Laresa received no answer. She tried again, but again the taller Djinn did not respond. I'm sorry if I upset you. If you wish to speak with me again, you can do so any time you desire.

Confused and a bit hurt, Laresa stepped back, wondering why the other genie had reacted in such an odd way to her attempt at friendly comfort. She had been quite out of sorts the first time a Master took her, but she had quickly realized it was but another service that she must perform, and thus recovered from the shocked feeling of violation even before her Master again used her body only a few hours later. Obviously, Nathifa was not having such an easy time recovering.

Aaron sent his email, having already composed one on behalf of his deceased mentor. That should prevent them from growing suspicious for a time, and it will be more than long enough.

Closing the laptop and standing, he turned to the two women who now served him, and smiled. He knew exactly how to escape the clutches of the Society, regardless of their ability to track his movements. The loss of modern conveniences would be irrelevant with the power of two Djinn to replace them, and the possibilities were endless.

"For now, Laresa, you will return to your ring. Nathifa will serve my needs."

With his command, Laresa's physical form dissolved, and a moment later, she reclined upon the cushions within her ring. Staring at the wall, as if she could see through it, she wondered how Nathifa was faring alone, and whether the younger Djinn's dire thoughts were even now coming to pass.

When the pull to emerge from her ring came again, not long afterward, Laresa was startled to find that she stood in the middle of a large group of people, all lying prostrate, facing in her direction. Actually, they were bowing to Aaron, who stood next to Nathifa wearing his annoying, smug smile.

Aaron projected his thoughts to Laresa, As you have more experience, I expect you to warn me of any pitfalls ahead. You will glean through the minds of these people, and ensure that they have no reason to doubt my godhood, or harbor any ill thoughts about me.

Yes, Master, Laresa snapped back to him. Her first pass through the minds of the people revealed that she was within a prosperous city of the Inca, during the peak of their power, before invaders from across the sea destroyed their culture. For the moment, there was nothing to report to Aaron, as a magnificent display of magic earlier fully convinced the entire populace that they indeed worshipped a god walking amongst them.

Speaking in the native language of the people, Aaron cried out in a magically enhanced voice, "Rise my people! I am pleased with your obedience!"

As the people rose, a man in ceremonial dress moved through the crowd, pulling along a beautiful young woman who had a look of resigned fear upon her face. He approached, stopping just at the edge of the circle of people surrounding Aaron, and forced the woman to her knees.

"Stormbringer, as High Priest of the people, I offer unto you this blood sacrifice, untouched by man!" He held out a ceremonial blade in his palms, awaiting Aaron's pleasure.

Aaron's smile grew even wider, and then he spoke, "Such a waste of a beautiful young flower. I shall take this one to serve my needs, I believe. Her blood sacrifice will come, but not by your blade."

Laresa winced as she heard the High Priest's thoughts, and Aaron's command forced her to relay them to her Master. The Priest grows doubtful. All of their sacred writings say that the gods demand blood, and your attempt to equate the woman's deflowering with such has not convinced him. The people, however, feel hopeful. They fear the Priest, because he demands many more sacrifices to the gods than ever known in the past.

Aaron grunted quietly in acknowledgement and scanned the crowd.

Once again, thoughts from someone forced Laresa to speak mentally to Aaron, That man is the woman's father, and he is angry. Her stomach churned, knowing what was to come, and knowing that it was her words that would cause it.

Pointing at the man Laresa had indicated, Aaron thundered, "This man doubts me, and his thoughts betray him! He shall be the sacrifice this day, as an example that simple outward worship is not sufficient!"

The man's face blanched as the High Priest smiled and quickly crossed the courtyard toward him. Aaron gestured to the woman who had been offered as the original sacrifice, and she approached humbly, kneeling at his feet.

Once again, the High Priest awaited Aaron's pleasure, and this time he was given leave. The three women around Aaron averted their eyes as the deed was done. A sickening crunch and a gurgle announced the man's death. Laresa felt a stir of disgust from Nathifa, and looked up to see the other Djinn use her power to make the still twitching corpse vanish from the stones.

Aaron called out to the assembled people, "Know I am pleased with this sacrifice, and this gift! Prepare tribute and a great celebration to honor my coming, for I shall choose the remainder of my brides this evening!"

The people quickly moved to obey Aaron's commands, and he looked down at the native woman kneeling at his feet, "Are you pleased to give yourself to your god, my flower?"

"Yes, My Lord," the woman replied, and Laresa felt genuine adoration coming from the woman. Despite the death of her father, or perhaps because of it, she truly believed that a god walked amongst them, and had chosen her as his first bride.

"Then we shall retire to my temple, and there you will show me your devotion. Rise."

They reached the apex of the pyramid temple, the invisible genies following Aaron and his bride, who were flanked by the Chieftain of the city and the High Priest. The two most powerful men in the city bowed, gesturing for Aaron to enter his sacred temple.

"You may go. Prepare the celebration of my coming, and prepare the finest flowers of the city for the choosing."

"Yes, My Lord," both men answered in unison, moving quickly back down the steps to obey his commands.

As Aaron stepped inside, he made a clucking sound with his tongue and said, "This will never do."

Nathifa started when Aaron's voice emerged in her head, Create a heated bathing pool in the center of the temple floor. He followed this command with detailed instructions about the dimensions of the pool and other comforts he wished to have. Nathifa brought her power to bear and granted each of his wishes in turn.

The young woman at Aaron's side gasped when the steaming pool appeared, and she could not help but let her eyes dart toward each new object as it materialized within the room.

Laresa, having no access to Aaron's mind, could only watch as furniture and other comforts sprang into being. Although she was glad to be ignored by her new, arrogant Master, those thoughts were tempered by pity for the less experienced Djinn. Though Nathifa's thoughts no longer leapt out at her, the red-haired genie's body language betrayed her discomfort.

Grunting in approval when Nathifa created the final piece of furniture, Aaron walked over and placed his laptop on the desk before turning to his chosen bride. "Reveal yourself unto your god."

Awed by the display of power, the young woman had slipped into a state of religious ecstasy. She immediately obeyed, baring her body to Aaron, adoration and arousal obvious in both her manner and expression.

Aaron reclined upon a cushioned dais as the woman disrobed, his eyes drinking in every inch of her sun-browned skin as she revealed it to him. Lithe of form, with high-riding breasts perfectly suited to her figure, she was undoubtedly a stunning example of womanhood.

Laresa felt a stirring of desire within her as the woman undressed. She was distracted from her admiration by the sight of Nathifa averting her eyes. Looking closer at the other Djinn, Laresa could see that Nathifa was trembling slightly. It was obvious to Laresa that her fellow slave was in a great deal of discomfort — discomfort Laresa was feeling as well. After so many years, serving so many Masters, Laresa had overcome those emotions long ago. Now, they were returning. Memories of her dreams invaded reality, causing her heart to ache for freedom, and for humanity.

"Now, you shall meet my slaves, my bride. Laresa, Nathifa, I command you to be visible within these walls."

When the genies obeyed Aaron's command, he asked the nude woman, "What is your name, my flower?"

"Cusi, My Lord."

"My slaves will bathe you, Cusi. Go to the bathing pool." Waving his hand as he shifted into a more comfortable position, Aaron commanded, "Laresa, Nathifa, you will undress and bathe her well."

Laresa obeyed, noticing that Nathifa did so with great self-consciousness. The red-haired genie did her best to hide her body from every eye in the room, an impossible task.

Glancing at Laresa's mound, Aaron let out an aroused chuckle. Laresa's white-blonde curls were carefully manicured, framing her sex, while both Cusi and Nathifa had natural carpets of dark hair between their legs. "I find that very becoming, Laresa. Nathifa, you will prune yours and Cusi's, as well as that of any other woman I take as my bride in the same manner."

When Nathifa obeyed, Aaron asked his bride, "Does this please you?"

"If it pleases you, My Lord, it is pleasing to me," Cusi answered, running her fingers over her nether lips in curiosity.

"Good answer," he muttered quietly in response. "Now, bathe her."

Watching the two nude genies bathe his bride, Aaron quietly sang in his own language, so Cusi would not understand, "It's great to be a god — tread where mortals have not trod — be deified, when really, you're a sham."

Laresa gritted her teeth, understanding the words and bristling at the flippant attitude of her Master. Cusi stared at him, still deep within her devotion and reveling in Aaron's obvious amusement and arousal from the scene before him. Nathifa's trembling had grown even more pronounced, and Laresa tried again to contact the other genie. What is wrong?

Once again, Laresa received no response, and noticed that Nathifa kept her eyes on Aaron, or rather on his feet. Sighing inwardly, Laresa decided that obviously Nathifa wanted no help from her, and concentrated on her task.

When they finished, Aaron gestured for all the women to approach. "You will await my pleasure," he commanded the two genies, gesturing to the spots near the cushioned dais where he wanted them to stand.

When they took their places, Aaron ran his fingers over Cusi's bare skin, causing her to shudder and gasp. The woman's nipples stood out in turgid points, and already the scent of her arousal was washing over him. "Undress your god, and kneel before me."

Cusi obeyed without hesitation, running her fingers over his skin in a combination of arousal and devotion as she removed his clothing. When he stood nude before her, she knelt and looked up into his eyes.

"Show me your devotion with your mouth, my bride."

It took only moments for Aaron to realize that the woman had no idea what she was supposed to be doing, although she certainly experimented as best she knew. Casting out his thoughts to Laresa, he commanded, I'm sure you have a great deal of experience with sex, considering how many have owned you.

He punctuated the statement with a mental chuckle as Laresa frowned, and then continued, You will provide to her all your knowledge of how to pleasure a man, and make sure that she doesn't gag or get too sore to continue, for as long as I desire.

As soon as Laresa acknowledged granting his wish in curt tones, Aaron felt the evidence of it. Cusi's mouth engulfed him, and he put his hands on the back of her head as it bobbed over his thick shaft. Groaning in pleasure, he turned to Laresa for a moment and thought to her, It seems you certainly do know what you're doing. I may just have to try it first hand. How would you like that?

I would be just as pleased as I am now with your appreciation of what I have given to her, Laresa responded sarcastically.

Aaron let out a mirthless laugh and then sent his thoughts back to the Djinn, I would wish for you to speak to me respectfully, but honestly I like listening to you impotently fume.

With that, he returned to watching the expert mouth caressing his cock, enjoying Cusi looking up into his eyes devotedly as she sucked him quickly toward climax. Her lips slid over him only a few more times, his cock slipping into her throat with each stroke of her mouth, before Aaron felt the inevitable itch.

Fisting his hands in her dark hair and pulling her tight against him, Aaron growled, "Now you shall have your reward." He blasted out a groaning scream as thick spurts of cream erupted into her throat.

A muffled sound of surprised delight emerged from Cusi as he pulsed in her mouth. She marveled at the taste of him, and of the heat spreading through her as she swallowed his offering gleefully. When he at last ceased to dribble, she let him slip from her mouth with a final kiss on the tip of his softening organ.

Aaron collapsed back on the cushioned dais with a sigh of satisfaction, muttering, "Your god is pleased, Cusi."

"I would please you more, My Lord."

"Indeed you will." A glance at Laresa sparked an amusing thought. "Laresa, you will pleasure my bride while I recover. Ensure that I am able to see every flicker of your tongue."

"Yes, Master," Laresa replied evenly, now that she knew the thinly veiled-venom in her words only amused him. The thought of tasting the beautiful, dark-skinned woman was hardly unpleasant, and she could not have resisted the command even if it were otherwise. She guided Cusi to lie down and immediately slipped out her tongue to tantalize the young woman's labia. Cusi looked a little apprehensive at first, but the look of arousal on Aaron's face and Laresa's talented tongue quickly overcame that.

Nathifa kept her eyes firmly focused on a decorative carving across the room, doing her best to ignore the sounds of what was going on below her. She fought hard to drown herself in the details of the carving, to keep away the memories stirred up by the two women on the dais.

Cusi's scream of ecstasy upon exploding into orgasm shattered Nathifa's concentration some time later. The sounds of the woman panting loudly echoed in Nathifa's head, forcing her to close her eyes and fight them down.

A body pressed up against her, and Nathifa let out a gasp of surprise as Aaron's erection poked into her. You had a rather bad experience with a woman doing such to you, did you not?

Yes, Master, Nathifa responded, her lip quivering, and her skin crawling from the touch of his naked flesh against her.

You could replace Laresa the next time, if you do not obey me perfectly and without fail.

I will obey, I will serve you well, Master, Nathifa quickly responded, the thought too much to bear.

I trust you will. Now, my bride awaits my holy seed.

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