Chapter 1

Many genies did not like the world of people, they considered their stay in it something like a punishment or a test of will. But not Iona. She absolutely liked everything in this world, there was no area in which she did not feel interest or curiosity. Perhaps it was this attitude that helped her become the leader of the genies.

Iona eagerly sought to know this world in all its aspects. And this was not only about knowledge and alchemical skills. Iona liked human food, clothing, language. Even their imperfect mortal bodies aroused her sincere admiration, she was the first of all genies to form a body for herself, exactly the same as that of humans. Before her, genies preferred to look like blurry silhouettes, at best anthropomorphic figures with a smoky tail instead of legs. Iona liked the legs very much, especially the female ones. Therefore, she carefully sculpted her figure, taking as a model the most beautiful female bodies in this world: high breasts with rounded nipples, thin waist, beautifully contoured buttocks, long slender legs with graceful toes. She liked the admiration that she caused for her appearance. She loved the gentle touch of silk on her skin. She even liked the pleasant coolness when her bare feet touched the marble floor.

And of course, Iona liked sex, she valued it even above all other pleasures in this world. He never bothered her, moreover, he was a necessity for her in this world, like food and water for local residents. Unburdened by the complex morality that formed from the many mistakes and prejudices of local societies, she was ready for any experiments and with anyone she liked. However, here in Celeste, the heavenly city of magicians, there were not many partners for this game. Most of the local inhabitants, having learned the power of magic or the art of alchemy, ceased to be interested in anything else. Therefore, when a desire arose, Iona often had to satisfy it on his own. She walked into a large guest room, somewhat similar to throne rooms. At the northern wall, on the steps, there really was a chair, a real throne. Iona sat on it, pressed a lever, and a toy, skillfully made by gremlins, an exact replica of a human phallus of a rather impressive size, was pulled out of the recess in the seat.

Iona sat on a chair with her legs and rubbed her clitoris on the toy, caressed her breasts with her hand, gently massaged her hardened nipples with her fingers. Iona was not afraid that someone would unexpectedly enter here, although guests were rare here, they could appear at any moment through the magic portal. Iona, on the other hand, would have enjoyed it if someone caught her doing this now. And he joined. Therefore, she tried to do not only pleasant to herself, but also beautiful for possible viewers.

From all these fantasies, her cave was filled with warmth and moisture. Desire clenched her from the inside, like a convulsively clenched fist. Iona lifted her hips and gently sank onto the phallus, slightly at first, allowing only the tip to penetrate. She liked to tease herself, besides, she was in no hurry, her pleasure was the pleasure of a sophisticated gourmet. Iona slowly sat on the penis, enjoying every movement, every touch of her vagina to this elastic and solid object. Her moans echoed throughout the huge hall. She then reached the very depth, stopping for a moment to enjoy the acutely sweet sensation of fullness, then again slid up the trunk to the very head. There was a noise in my head, the audience was floating before my eyes.

Resounding, measured steps were heard. The guest? The thought of this pierced Iona with a burning pleasure, she began to move her hips faster, driving her phallus into herself. No, of course not. Just her servant, a stone golem. He walked past on his housekeeping business, and his path lay partially through this hall. It’s a pity. However, Iona did not think to stop, she continued to jump on the penis, caressing the clit tubercle with two fingers. The golem suddenly froze halfway. He stopped and turned towards Iona. He stared at his mistress, naked, sitting with her legs on the throne, one hand holding on to the armrest, the other pulling at her clitoris. Iona was surprised he had never behaved like this. However, it so happened that he had never witnessed her entertainment before. The golem stood, its stone face expressionless. And it was not supposed to express, emotions and other feelings for these idols are not provided. But he looked at her, looked steadily. And Iona really liked this, she tried to imagine herself from the outside, through his eyes. And from this fantasy, inflamed with passion, she sat down on the penis more and more furiously, her moans became louder and more frequent. The phallus slid elastically in her, lifting her higher and higher with every movement until she reached the highest celestial sphere. Until she huddled in insane pleasure. For a long time she had not had such a vivid orgasm, it lasted a long, very long time. All this time, Iona continued her furious movements on the penis, giving the ecstasy a complete sharpness. Finally her body calmed down. She quickly walked down the steps, approached the golem. He stood motionless, not taking his stone eyes off her. She lightly ran her hand over his groin. But there was nothing, the golem was sexless. I wonder if it was just a malfunction or ... or did he really like it? It’s hard to say, the golem was very old, he didn’t even know how to talk. Now they are riveted at the factory from finished metal parts. But Iona created it in ancient times, when the creation of each golem was a whole art.