Chapter 2

Iona stood in front of the golem, lost in memory. The golem did not move either, waiting for orders from its mistress. Iona stroked his smooth groin thoughtfully. When she put a life spell into him, a kind of analogue of the golem’s soul, she did not provide for any feelings for him, but nevertheless she sometimes thought that he was in some cases fun, in others sad. She spoke about this more than once to Josephine, who was well versed in golems, but she only brushed it off, attributing everything to Iona’s irrepressible imagination. And now she was convinced that the golem was not just looking, he felt desire. But what good is it when he has no dick? However, this is fixable. Iona returned to the throne, pressed the lever. When the phallus extended, she pulled it out of the grooves. Iona put the phallus to the groin of the golem, uttered the necessary spell and now it has already grown into its stone body. But there was one more problem. The iron golem is all hinged, it bends its arms and legs, turns its head with the help of the mechanics inside it. The stone golem is a real statue. The magic that is embedded in him not only determines his behavior, but also deforms his stone flesh, forcing him to move. In other words, if she attached a member to an iron golem, then it would be lifted by a special mechanism that would have to be built into his groin. In the case of the stone one, a different spell is needed, more complex and powerful than the one that controlled the golem now. Otherwise, the penis will remain a useless toy sticking out downward. Of course, she could attach it at a slightly different angle so that it was in a horizontal position, but ... Iona wanted more than just a walking sex doll. She really wanted the golem to feel at the same time. Lust, pleasant sensations from intercourse, orgasm. This would be a new word in magic.

But even her knowledge and experience was clearly not enough. However, she knew well the one who could help her. Josephine. There is no man in the world, and there is no other creature that is better versed in golems. Actually, it was she who created and revived the first stone golem in the world. An excellent excuse to visit her. Iona threw on her clothes, told the golem to stay in place, and she lifted herself off the floor with her feet, soared into the air, flew out the open window.

She flew over the city that stretched out on snowy mountain peaks and clouds. High towers, amazing openwork structures coexisted with dazzling whiteness. Iona visited various cities of Antagarich, Enroth and Jaddam. But none of them could compare with the city of Celeste. The air was icy, thin, but fresh and cool to a female genie. She loved to fly, she liked the way the wind caressed her body, how beautifully her clothes fluttered in flight. She, of course, could teleport to Josephine, but how could you miss such a pleasure as flying over the most beautiful city in the world? Everyone here used teleporters or flew, so many buildings did not have doors. Some even have windows. But Iona thought this was foolish. To live in the midst of such beauty and not look out the window? Such creatures do not belong here, but in the Deyja or the dungeons of Nighon.

Here is Josephine’s workshop, fortunately she has windows. And one was even revealed. From a dazzling cloudy world, Iona found herself in a dusty workshop in an instant. Despite the large windows, a strange twilight reigned here. Iona landed gracefully right next to the table, on which lay a half-disassembled iron golem. Beside him was Josephine, a sullen woman with dark circles under her eyes from insomnia. However, Iona found her quite attractive, in her features, her figure was noble; a high forehead spoke of an extraordinary mind, piercing burning blue eyes betrayed hidden passion. Josephine looked at her visitor in surprise, but then pressed her full lips in resentment.

“Are you still angry?” Iona asked instead of greeting.

“No, you’re just at the wrong time, you’re interfering with work”, Josephine answered, deliberately dryly, picking at the insides of the golem.

“But I’m on business”, Iona smiled. Her smile was more dazzling than the mountain peaks outside the window.

“Some kind of perversion again?”

“No, I’m about the golem!”

Josephine glanced at Iona in disbelief.

“I have one great idea, but without you it will be difficult to implement!” continued Iona.

Josephine narrowed her eyes; she clearly sensed the catch. Iona, without waiting for an answer, opened a portal leading to her palace, and told her golem to go through it. Josephine gave him a quick appraising glance and stopped in the groin area, which now adorned a huge phallus.

“I knew it!” she said. “Do you have one sex on your mind?”

Iona tried to give a few words about her idea. But Josephine was adamant.

“The golem is so good that it does not experience emotions and feelings. He just does his job, doesn’t get distracted by stupid things, and doesn’t distract others!”

Now Josephine looked like a golem herself. She is just as rational and emotionless. She’s also frigid. Iona at one time was very hard with her, no matter how she caressed her, whatever she did to her, but Josephine did not finish. She simply stroked Iona’s head and whispered softly that she was pleased. Iona, accustomed to the fact that her caresses always lead to the peak of pleasure, was somewhat discouraged. But she did not lose hope. On top of that, Josephine was also jealous. One day she came to Iona at a time when a genie was making love to two nagas and made a scandal. Iona did not know what to do with the angry girl, even the nagas hurried to crawl away. But Josephine calmed down and left, saying that she no longer wanted to see the traitor. Iona did not consider herself a traitor, she reacted condescendingly to this outbreak, attributing prejudice to the power, which could not be eliminated even here, in Bracada. But Josephine has avoided her ever since. And now she stands, angry, with burning blue eyes, almost as then, on the day of the scandal. How beautiful she is. Iona felt the desire grow in her.

“Get out!” Josephine shouted. “I don’t want to see you in my workshop anymore!”

In response, Iona hugged her and dug a passionate kiss on her lips. Josephine moaned in displeasure, tried to break free, but you can’t just break out of the genie’s embrace. Iona loved her lips, full and sensual, soft as silk. When she pulled away from them, Josephine slapped her in the face. Iona laughed, games like that turned her on even more. Kiss again. A slap in the face, already a little weaker. Kiss. Josephine sighed bitterly, as if letting go of her insult, and clung to Iona, hugging her waist.

“I love you”, she whispered to the genie. “I love you ... and I don’t want to share with anyone...”

Iona now decided not to argue, she slid her tongue over her neck, Josephine breathed hotly into her pointed ear. Josephine’s dress prevented her from descending below, but Iona had a minor disintegration spell for that occasion. Kira invented it and was very proud of it. The spell disintegrated someone’s clothing. Fast and elegant, no need to fiddle with clasps when you want to enjoy someone’s beautiful body. Flash and Josephine are already naked, her body is beautiful. Large heavy breasts with dark nipples, belly with a small fold, lush appetizing buttocks, long legs. Iona sank to the floor in front of her, as if in an earthly bow before her beauty. And she began to cover her neat feet, ankles with kisses, rising higher and higher. Josephine stroked her bald head with a black braid, sighed softly with pleasure. Iona, on the other hand, got a double pleasure, she felt that her golem was staring at this game. It even seemed to her that he was breathing heavily, excitedly. Although no, this is still Josephine, she is all trembling with passion. Iona’s tongue was already sliding down the inside of his thigh, rising higher and higher. Iona lightly touched her clitoris with her nose. What a lovely sweet smell. All mortals in this world had their own special, unique smell. It was possible to determine their true essence. Josephine smells like jasmine, a heavy enveloping scent. Iona’s tongue is already tickling her crotch.