Chapter 7: Surrender’s Sweet Delights

Sophia – The Mirage Garden

Fear stiffened my spine despite the fact a beautiful, dusky-sinned Jinn kissed me hard, her tongue probing my lips. I had never been so scared while a woman kissed me, her naked, lush body pressed against mine. She was so warm and sensual. Her hands stroked me as the steam from the water around my feet rose about us. Strange, heady scents filled the air. Her kiss grew hotter, her hands reaching around to grasp my ass, pulling me tight against her.

Saphique, she was heavenly. So soft and delicious. I wanted to let go of my fear. To surrenderer to her, but I couldn’t. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here in the Mirage Garden. Angela was supposed to be the offering.

Not me and Xandra.

I couldn’t be part of the efreet’s harem. Not a man’s harem. I had sworn myself to Saphique. No male, regardless of race, could ever touch me in a sexual way or I would break my vow and lose my powers. I could not be one of his women. This was impossible. I had to get out of here.

Despite how much I wanted to stay.

Her sapphire eyes floated before me. They begged for my surrender. To give in. Beside me, an ebony-skinned, Halanian beauty kissed pale-skinned Xandra. The avian also struggled. She was married to Chaun, an oath she took seriously. She had sworn it to her God, Luben, like I had sworn to my Goddess.

I shivered. Did I owe Xandra an apology for seducing her back at Black Glass Aerie? She had resisted at first, but then surrendered. I thought she enjoyed herself, but did she feel guilty about it afterward? Avians were supposedly monogamous to a fault. I just thought that was ridiculous, that vows to Luben weren’t important. I was just so ... selfish, eager to make love to the beautiful, delicate creature. I had lied to her, telling her it wouldn’t really break her marriage vow to Luben. I just didn’t care if that was the truth.

I was so horny. Like right now, lips locked to the dusky jinn.

I broke the kiss. My lips tingled. A heady rush went through me. I just wanted to fuck the sexy creature kissing me, my guilt banishing before the tide of lusts. I found myself gasping, panting. It was so warm in the room. My eyes fluttered as I struggled to gather my thoughts. Her touch was fire as her fingers slid up my spine, her nipples so hard against mine. I had to be strong. For my Goddess. For my Queen.

Angela would rescue me. Us.

“What?” purred the jinn.

“This isn’t right,” I gasped.

“What isn’t? We’re celebrating. You and the other are the newest member Riad’s harem. You are here to serve our Lord and Husband. And when he doesn’t need to be served, why, we serve each other ... What is your name?”

“Sophia, and I’m—”

“Fawziya,” the jinn said. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yes, it is a pleasure,” a second jinn said, her eyes emerald. So deep, like twin pools beneath a verdant canopy. She came up behind me. “Greetings, Sophia. I am Nida.”

Her round breasts pressed into my back, nipples hard. So hard. She rubbed a wet, hot cunt against my ass. Another set of hands stroked fire across my skin. Two beauties sandwiched me with silky flesh, their bodies undulating. Nida’s sweet lips nibbled at my shoulder.

I had to fight. I had to be strong. I couldn’t surrender to this. I couldn’t give in.

“This is wrong. Let me go. I don’t belong here.”

“You were offered,” Nida moaned. “Riad traded for you. One of his women for you and your lover’s beauty.”

“You were naked in the sands. You spilled your juices. An offering...” Fawziya purred. “Unless your friends can enter the Mirage Garden and win you back.”

“My Queen will,” I moaned, struggling to think.

“But Riad left Saniyya,” laughed Nida. “None can dominate her. Riad barely controls her. Your friends will never enter. You are his. Forever.”

I shuddered as their lips kissed me, their hands stroked me. I had to fight this. I couldn’t be Riad’s. I struggled, weakly, to escape their embrace. But their bodies were too sensual, their touch too stirring, their lips too intoxicating.

“Mmm, you are delicious, Sophia,” Fawziya purred. “Riad will love you. He wants to hear you gasp and moan.”

I shook my head—it grew harder to do. I wanted to surrender. “No, no. I belong to Saphique. To my Queen.”

“There are no queens or gods here,” Fawziya laughed. “This is the Mirage Garden. Nothing here is real. Maybe not even you. How do you even know if I’m real? All of this...” Her hands waved around her. “ ... is a wish. Ephemeral. If you think too hard, it will burst.”

“Good,” I moaned, shuddering as her hands slid up and her thumbs brushed the sides of my breasts. My nipples ached. “I want to wake up from it.”

“But you haven’t sampled all the sweet delights of Riad’s harem,” Nida pouted from behind, her hands reaching between Fawziya and myself, sliding down my stomach to my pudenda. “And I am soooo sweet.”

She nuzzled at my neck, her tongue licking. I shivered. My skin tingled at the touch of her lips. A woozy wave passed over me. My eyes fluttered. This couldn’t be happening. I had to control myself.

But that ache between my thighs...

That sweet ache. It had to be satiated. I squirmed. Fawziya’s lips nuzzled on the other side of my neck as Nida’s hand slid lower. Her fingers reached the top of my pussy lips, pushing into my folds and brushing my clit.

I groaned. Pleasure rippled through my pussy as Nida’s finger rubbed my clit. Fire burned in my nethers. Her touched stoked it, a billow pumping, fanning my ardor. My head leaned back, their lips sucking, nibbling, kissing my neck. So sweet. The fires demanded my surrender.

“Just a dream,” Fawziya moaned between kisses. “Illusion. Relax. Enjoy.”

“Dream,” Sophia murmured.

The hands guided me to the ground. The water I stood in melted away into soft pillows. Incense burned around us, the air foggy with a purple haze. The pillows were soft as the two jinn pressed their bodies against me. Hot flesh and cool silk.

My head turn, meeting Nida’s in a hot kiss. Our tongues danced as their hands stroked my belly. Fingers slid up and brushed the bottoms of my breasts or darted down to rub at the hot flesh around my slit. My hands reached out, brushing their silky skin. They smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. I moaned into Nida’s mouth.

Fawziya’s lips nibbled at my ear. Her tongue danced across the lobe as one of the jinn’s hands, maybe Fawziya’s, cupped my small breast. A thumb slid across my flesh, brushing my hard nipple. She stroked it, stimulated it. Such absolute delight. The other jinn’s hand brushed across my pussy and grazed my clit.

I moaned into Nida’s kiss, squirming. She tasted so sweet.

“That’s it, little slut,” Fawziya purred into my ear. “Relax. Enjoy. Savor the dream.”

I whimpered as the finger rubbed circles across my clit and the thumb massaged my nipple. Fawziya nipped my ear, tugging, drawing my attention. I turned my head to her smiling face, her sapphire eyes glistening.

“You are a wild vixen,” I purred and kissed her hard.

The finger rubbing my clit circled faster, harder. I spasmed, my pussy clenching. Nida rolled onto her side, grinding hot cunt on my hip as her pillowy tits pressed against my side. Her nipples so hard. My hand slid down and pushed between her thighs. I rubbed her pussy. She moaned as my fingers slid across her dripping pussy.

Her whimpers were the sweetest thing in the world. She moaned into my ear as my fingers danced across her clit. My tongue fenced with Fawziya’s as the jinn rubbing my nipple seized it between thumb and forefinger, rolling hard.

“Mmm, your nipples are so hard. I bet they are succulent to suck on, slut,” moaned Nida. She licked my ear. “I want to find out.”

I moaned into Fawziya’s kiss and rubbed harder on Nida’s clit, giving her all the encouragement she needed. She bent over, dark-brown hair caressing my cheek and shoulder before her hot, wet lips engulfed my nipple.

She sucked hard.

I broke the kiss with Fawziya to moan my enjoyment. Nida’s lips popped and smacked as she suckled, her tongue batting my nipple. I breathed in deeply, savoring the heady incense drifting through the room.

And a naughty idea popped into my head.

I concentrated for a moment and lactated.

Nida sucked. My nipple ached as the milk squirted into her mouth. The jinn let out a purring moan, her emerald eyes widening then flicked up to me. I gave her a naughty wink as she suckled again, cheeks hollowing. I groaned, the fluttering delight shooting down to my aching clit rubbed by Fawziya’s fingers.

Nida gave a third suckle, moaning her enjoyment. She writhed her hips, my fingers dancing across her clit and pussy lips, soaked by her juices. She popped her mouth off my nipple, lips pursed tight, and leaned across me. Fawziya, seeing the invitation, cocked her head and accepted the kiss.

The jinn kissed over my body. Fawziya let out a purring moan, her body shuddering as Nida pressed a milk-laden tongue into the other’s mouth. The two jinn snowballed my milk back and forth, moaning, gasping, savoring my creamy treat.

“That’s right,” I moaned. “That’s my creamy delight. Mmm, you two love it. And there is more where that came from.”

The jinn broke their kiss, Fawziya smacking her lips. “Sophia, you are just full of surprises.” Her fingers slid down my pussy lips. Two thrust inside of my hot depths. “Riad is going to love you. You’ll be his favorite concubine.”

Through the fog of lust and heady incense, I knew there was something wrong with that statement. I just didn’t know what. Riad ... I shouldn’t want to be his. I was ... was...

Thoughts evaporated as two sexy jinn latched onto my nipples and suckled. I groaned, my pussy clenching on Fawziya’s thrusting fingers. Both jinn nursed with a hungry passion. My fingers rubbed harder at Nida’s pussy, my other hand sliding across Fawziya’s dusky stomach, reaching between shaved thighs.

Finding hot cunt.

Both jinn moaned about my nipples as they nursed. Their passion buzzed through my body. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my toes fluttering. I tossed my head from side to side. Every time they suckled, delight rippled down my body to my pussy, building the pleasure swelling in my core. Their cheeks hollowed. Both jinn feasted on my milk as we writhed on the bed.

My head tossed back and forth, my eyes fluttering. Every time I blinked, I saw a different ceiling. One moment blue sky and fluffy, white clouds then the next gauzy silk draped about us, a cocoon. A ceiling of gold leaf. A vaulted ceiling covered in a fresco of naked, writhing women loving each other while a crimson-skinned man watched with possessive delight.

I was in the fresco, two jinn on other side of me, writhing, undulating. Nearby to me in the fresco, a pale-skinned Xandra tribbed the ebony-skinned Halanian beauty, grinding their pussies together, legs scissored. It was so real. I could almost see movement across it.

Nida’s fingers found my clit while Fawziya plunged a third finger into my dripping snatch. I gasped, pleasure fluttering through me. The two jinn drank and drank my milk. It flowed out of my nipples.

“Sweet Saphique’s snatch,” I moaned, back arching on the soft pillows. “Yes, yes, yes. I ... I...”

Their fingers rubbed and plunged harder. They stirred my pussy up and sparked fire off my clit. My pussy clenched. The pleasure built and built. My fingers rubbed at both their wet cunts, stroking them, savoring the sensual thrill of gliding my fingers across silky snatches. I bucked, moaned, while they nursed their fill. They drove me to higher and higher heights. My eyes squeezed shut and then shot open.

A sky burning with the sun’s setting spun above me. Blink. Starry night, the moon a sickle. Blink. A canopy of trees providing cool shade, birds chirping.

I came.

My body convulsed as the pleasure exploded out of my depths. I gasped and moaned. They suckled hard, greedy for my milk as I spasmed between them. My pussy convulsed about Fawziya’s fingers. Nida’s rubbed harder and harder on my clit. Adding more and more pleasure to the explosions, triggering new ones. My body burst with bliss.

The world became a kaleidescope of colors and scenery. Everything whirled about me as I heaved and screamed wordless passion. The pleasure inundated my mind. I gasped, moaned. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay.

A part of the harem.

“That’s it,” Fawziya purred before giving me a kiss sweetened by my creamy milk.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nida moaned. “Enjoy the pleasures of the dream. When nothing is real, everything is permitted. Every act allowed. Here, nothing is taboo or forbidden. Only giving pleasure to our Lord and Husband matters. To Riad.”

I broke the kiss, “Riad,” I moaned. “Yes, yes.”

“He’s watching,” Fawziya moaned. She held up her hand and a curious object appeared, made of a flexible, metallic material I had never seen. It was long, like a snake, but both ends were shaped like a cock.

“What is that?” I moaned. “A dildo? So long.”

“It’s a fun toy,” Fawziya moaned. “Something only possible in an illusion.”

“Would you like to play with it?” Nida moaned.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body shuddering, their fingers still teasing me. “I would love to.”

“Good,” smiled Fawziya. She rolled onto her back, holding the toy in both hands, sliding it between her thighs. Her arms pressed into the sides of her large breasts, lifting them into a pair of inviting pillows.

I leaned over and sucked a dark-brown nipple into my mouth. My tongue stud pressed against the hard nub. Fawziya moaned in delight as she rubbed the flexible toy between her thighs. The long end flopped about. My pussy clenched, eager to fill that in me.

Nida’s hands grasped my ass. The jinn moved behind me. She parted my butt-cheeks and licked at my asshole. I groaned as her tongue swirled about my sphincter. I sucked harder on Fawziya’s nipple, my hands squeezing both jinn’s pillowy mounds.

“Oh, yes,” Fawziya moaned as she pressed the tip of the dildo into her pussy. I couldn’t see her sex, but I could see more and more of the dildo disappear into her. She arched her hip, shuddering as I worshiped her nipple. “Now trib me, Sophia. Trib me and we’ll fuck each other with both ends.”

A hot shudder went through me, partly Nida tonguing my ass and partly the hot thrill of Fawziya’s idea. I popped my mouth off her nipple and groaned, “Yes.”

Nida swirled her tongue a final time across my asshole then rolled back. Mist swirled pink in her hand and a black marble dildo, swirled with veins of white, appeared. It was polished so smooth, it looked so slick, like it would have no resistance plunging into a hole. The end was roughened, a handle to grip. She licked it as I moved to Fawziya.

“Going to fuck yourself?” I asked Nida as I slid on my side and scissored my legs with Fawziya. I watched Nida over my shoulder, my ass facing her, my sphincter still tingling from her tonguing.

She shook her head, her pink tongue swirling about the black tip, her emerald eyes burning with wicked intent. My asshole clenched as I grasped the end of the double-headed dildo. The metal was warm to the touch but flexible. It was no material I had ever handled.

I brought the entrance to my pussy and sank down it. I groaned as I worked my sex farther down the shaft. Fawziya’s face contorted. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as I pushed it deeper into her cunt.

And then I bottomed out. Our pussies were almost touching, only an inch of the toy not in either of our sexes. I gripped her right leg, holding it between my small breasts. My tongue licked at her cute toes, my stud flicking across them, bringing a shuddering moan from her.

And then we fucked each other.

“Oh, gods, yes,” I gasped as our hips undulated. The dildo slid in and out of both our cunts. The pleasure rippled through us. “Saphique’s sweet kisses, yes.”

“Oh, Sophia,” moaned Fawziya, “work that cute ass. Fuck me. Ram that dildo into me. Oh, yes, yes. Watch us, my Lord.”

“Watch us and your new whore,” moaned Nida as she moved behind me, rubbing the marble dildo into my flexing ass.

I groaned, fucking Fawziya harder and faster. It was amazing. The dildo moved between us. Sometimes her pussy clenched on it, holding it in place, and it worked in and out of me. And other times I fucked it in and out of her. It was wild. I licked and sucked at her toes as the pleasure increased in my burning pussy.

And naughty Nida’s dildo slid between the cheeks of my ass.

She rammed it into my bowels. It was so slick, it had no problem pushing past my sphincter and burying into the depths of my asshole. I gasped, my bowels and pussy clenching on both toys as I spasmed, driving the other end of the metallic dildo in and out of Fawziya’s pussy.

Nida kissed and nibbled at my neck as she slowly fucked the dildo in and out of my asshole. Every time she moved it made my hips twitch and undulate. I gasped and grunted, both my holes bursting with rapture. Friction sent pleasure rippling through me.

I breathed in the heady incense. The world spun around me. Gauzy curtains fell around us, pink and lavender, a world of private, intimate delight. My hips pumped, working both toys in and out of my holes.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. “Fuck me. Oh, you naughty jinn. Make me cum again and again. I love it.”

“And we love you,” moaned Nida.

“Riad loves you,” gasped Fawziya as she humped, her toes curling before my lips.

Inviting.

I sucked on her toe as she shuddered, her hips driving the dildo deeper into my cunt. I gasped, twitching, inundated with rapture beyond belief. My asshole clenched down on the plunging dildo. It reamed me. So deep. It slammed into me and made me twitch. Explode. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was.

Ecstasy spilled through me.

Absolute delight. I trembled and moaned. My holes writhed about both dildos as I sucked so hard on Fawziya’s toes. She gasped, bucking into me, cumming, too. Nida sucked harder on my neck, ramming the dildo in and out of my asshole.

Orgasm after orgasm exploded through me. Ethereal delights beyond the pleasures of the waking world. Illusions danced before us. At one moment we were surrounded by dusky jinn and dark-skinned women writhing in sapphic embrace, the next a crimson-skinned man watched us, a woman kneeling before him, sucking his cock as he stroked her dark, silky hair. Then I heard Xandra gasping and moaning in orgasmic delight.

Riad’s harem was pleasure. The Mirage Garden was ecstasy. Every time I breathed, I inhaled rapture. My pussy and asshole spasmed and convulsed about thrusting toys. My senses were overwhelmed.

Ecstasy.

Beautiful, pure ecstasy.

And the efreet watched. I came again.

Chaun – The Halani Desert

“No, no, no,” I groaned, fear beating in my heart. I fell to my knees, clutching my wife’s skirt and top from the desert sands. Then I pulled the pouch that held her shamanistic totems to my chest. “She can’t be taken.”

“She was,” Xera said. The elf picked up the brass lamp from the center of the melted patch of sand. A jinn was in there. We would have to enter the lamp and dominate her in order to gain entry into the Mirage Gardens to save Xandra.

“Give me the lamp,” I said, fear swirling through me. My wife couldn’t be gone. I had to rescue her.

“After we’ve taken care of our friends.” Xera snagged Sophia’s discarded white robe, pouches hanging from the belt. She opened the pouch up and breathed out relief. “She has healing potions in here. I wasn’t sure if she made more.”

“Potions?” I demanded. Those didn’t matter tight now. “The lamp. Give me the lamp.”

The elf’s green eyes hardened. “Angela is dying. Your wife will be fine. We will rescue her, but we must attend to our friends who need us first.”

I almost objected. I almost reached out and snagged the lamp from her, but she gave me a fierce look. Her body, covered in scratches and cuts, the blood drying as it streaked her naked flesh, transformed her into an indomitable presence. Something elemental, primal.

Something not to be trifled with.

“Yes, you’re right,” I said. “Forgive me.”

Xera nodded. Then she pulled out one of the milky potions, popped the cork, and downed it, gulping hungrily. The magic in the potion went to work on her skin. The myriad scratches from Farson’s lamia sex slave vanished, leaving behind unblemished, pale-greenish skin. Only the streaks of blood gave proof to her injuries.

“Matar’s cock, that is a relief,” Xera said and rose. “Come, we must be as fleet as the wind.”

And then the elf took off in a run, clutching Sophia’s robes and the lamp. I cursed and forced myself to my feet, hugging my wife’s possessions as I raced after the elf. But she was fast. She ran across the sand. Her bare feet didn’t sink into the soft sand like my shoes did, slowing me down. It was like she was too light to even disturb the surface. She disappeared through the camp.

Fear kept me running after. My wife taken. My precious songbird. I pictured her in my mind, petite and short, almost frail and delicate, with sky-blue hair and sapphire eyes. And her voice ... Such a work of perfection. Only Rithi, Goddess of Art, could sing with more beauty.

I couldn’t lose Xandra. She had roosted in my heart in such a short time. And now she was taken to be part of an efreet’s harem. My stomach twisted in horror. She would not submit to him. She would stay true to her marriage vows. She would find no pleasure, only suffering.

I had to protect her.

I reached the others, Xera already kneeling and administering the potion to the pale Angela, the sand soaked black beneath the moon. The color returned to Angela’s face. The grievous wounds on her body melded close. Her blue eyes opened, and she sat up.

“Sophia...”

Xera shook her head, then produced the third healing potion and handed it to Thrak cradling the unconscious Faoril in his arms. The orc took it, tore the cork out with his teeth, and pressed it to her lips. The mage spasmed in his arms and groaned.

“Where is Sophia?” Angela asked, siting up and staring at the pile of white robes.

I wanted to speak, to say the truth, but fear glued my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I trembled as Xera said, “Taken. Her and Xandra.”