The Orient Connection

Joseph sighed knowing that their secret was safe for now. That any chance of them being connected in any way to the gem studded bottle in the art museum had been avoided by their clever disguise.

Loraniece seemed to be off in a world of her own. Too deep in thought to concentrate on Josephs musings. What was it about the bottle in the museum? He had realized at once when Loraniece reacted to it that it was of great importance to her. He hadn’t thought about there being another bottle. Did it belong to another genie? A genie with no master like Loraniece had been when she was forced into the copper vessel by the sultans wife over five hundred years ago. And was there another amulet that could bring that genie out? He had felt no glowing or warming of his amulet when they were near the bottle yet he hadn’t been that close and perhaps because he didn’t consider it he hadn’t noticed. Could he have made a wish on that bottle? Could he have summoned another genie. He was glad that had not happened at least not now. One Genie was enough for him He remembered somewhere back in his mind That Loraniece, when she was speaking to him about her history had quietly whispered “A man should never have two genies.” That information was enough to let him know that he shouldn’t even mention it to Loraniece much less think about it when she was attentive to his needs.

It wasn’t hard for Joseph to change his thoughts as he took Loraniece’s hand to cross a busy street. The warmth and comfort he felt made him mindful of how much he loved touching he,r being with her, sharing his life with her. He turned to her and smiled seeing that she was his beautiful genie again, having discarded the disguise he had wished for her. He leaned towards her and kissed her, his mind filled with thoughts of the erotic pleasures they had shared and of the prospect of what lay ahead for them.

He knew that all he had to do was wish for it and she would be in his arms giving him pleasure. And even though he knew that her pleasure had to come from herself he wouldn’t want it any other way. Just to know that she gave herself to him freely and with out conditions made him feel like a very lucky master. He kissed her again softly at first, but when he found her mouth opened welcoming his kiss he nibbled playfully at her bottom lip and ran his tongue around the moist circle of her open mouth. He willingly allowed her tongue to capture his and pull it into her mouth where she suckled it and then in turn gave him hers to suckle.

The sound of a honking horn interrupted their playful pursuit of pleasure, and they pulled apart, and stepped quickly to the curb. Joseph pulled his genie into a darkened doorway, he wanted more than just a kiss. It was late afternoon and the street was nearly deserted. He decided he couldn’t wait he knew of course that if he made a wish Loraniece could transport them back to the hotel room or into her bottle home where they could make love undisturbed but the idea of a sexual interlude in broad daylight made him all the more anxious to find his pleasure with her. He backed her against the brick wall and began to kiss her again. pressing his body against hers feeling the heat between her legs and wanting more.

As her legs parted he lifted her up, his hands cupping her butt. Her legs circled his waist, her ankles clamped behind him held her while he freed his cock from the confines of his trousers and slipped it under her skirt. She was panty less, her pussy welcomed him and he slipped easily inside. They began to rock together, his cock deep in her pussy.Every motion was pure ecstasy as they found a rhythm that suited them both .Slow rocking motions that melded them together. Impaled as she was on his cock he no longer needed to support her butt with his hands so he moved them up and as she leaned back away from him he opened her blouse and let her breasts spring free. His fingers spread as he encircled her firm breasts and kneaded them, his eyes hungrily watched her nipples grow crimson and harden with desire. He leaned into her and took one breast into his mouth his lips sucking voraciously at the tender tip. Her hands were at the back of his head urging his eager mouth to suck harder. She gasped and then moaned her pleasure and Joseph felt her pussy unindate his cock with hot fluid. Yes he whispered knowing that she had climaxed for him.She softened for a moment and then pressing her mouth to his began to hump his cock again. She was ready for more Josephs hands went down behind and under her, spreading her pussy lips.His cock plunged again deeper yet.

Deep inside her he shuddered his seed on the verge of erupting, his body crying out for release. His fingers covered with her slick juices grabbed at her butt circling her tight rose bud opening. As she raised up again he slipped one finger into the tight opening and felt her strain to give him easier access. his finger slid easily inside and he began to stroke as she rose and fell on his cock. OH Joseph she screamed I’m cumming again.!

Yes! Josephs voice was low and guttural as he gave into his need to finish. Their bodies shuddered and spasmed together until their passion spent they reluctantly separated.

Buttoning up and smoothing their clothes and hair they stepped out into the sunlight as if they had just had a very private conversation. No one would guess that they had just had the most amazing sex and if they did neither one of them really cared. If the truth be told their little rendezvous in the darkened door way was all that much more erotic knowing that someone might just have been watching. Perhaps that young lady who was sipping tea and smiling at a nearby table, or that old man reading the evening paper. A little imagination could lead to some interesting speculation.

“Aha we have found you two lovebirds.” a familiar voice shouted from behind them. They looked around to see Amy and her Frenchman coming down the street.

Loraniece looked at Joseph with a knowing look it was obvious that Amy was not the lonely woman she had been the night before. She ran up to them her face glowing with youthful exuberance, and gave each of her friends a warm and sincere hug, and then showered them both with tiny wet kisses.

“I’m ready to find Susan she said. Jacques will help us.”
 
Loraniece was on a cloud at least for a moment that was what it had felt like when Joseph had taken her again. Her body seemed to know instinctively what he wanted and desired. She found that uncanny. She had always had to think about what her Master’s wanted, but in Joseph’s case it was as if her body, heart, soul, and mind were more then just linked by the amulet, but were in fact the reason she existed. She pocketed that thought away when the sound of Amy’s voice filled the air. She turned with Joseph and saw the woman and the gentleman that she was with.

At first a sense of dread settled over Loraniece, as she remembered the woman’s connection to her past, but she replaced it with a feeling of acceptance. She would not share her new found knowledge unless Joseph wished it and only then would he learn who Amy truly was. She squeezed his hand, trying hard to find logical reasons to not tell him, besides the one she most feared. . .losing him.

The group moved to the corner table of a small café and took drinks outside in the Paris sun. Loraniece listened to Amy and Jacques speak about a few things they had done together in Paris, though like Loraniece Amy kept the intimacies to herself.

She looked to Joseph when the subject turned to Amy’s sister Susan and how the Frenchman was willing to help them. This set Loraniece’s mind at ease, she had been worried that Amy had mentioned Loraniece’s abilities to her new friend, but since the were “using” Jacques’ help that meant Amy had not spoken of the Genie and the bottle Joseph possessed.

“Jacques has offered us the use of his home while we search for Susan,” Amy grinned. “I told him that would be fine with me, if it was okay with the two of you. Then we could start searching for her through the directory and he’s sure we’ll find her.”

Loraniece said nothing. She could easily find this sister if Joseph wished it, but until he did she was useless. She smiled and agreed that the directory was a good way to begin, though if she could have a moment with Amy she would remind her that her powers weren’t limitless, but were quiet capable of finding a lone woman on the streets of Paris.

When the server appeared with a tray of fruits and cakes the group enjoyed the small deserts, Amy and Jacques became lost in each other, leaving Joseph and Loraniece alone for a moment, at least emotionally if not physically.

Loraniece touched Joseph’s arm lightly and rested her other palm on the top of his knee, hidden from Amy and Jacques view. She lifted her palm slightly and showed Joseph the small cube underneath her hand. She looked at him. Her eyes calling out to his waiting to see how he wanted to proceed. She could show him Susan and they could leave or Joseph could deny his friend the easiest option of finding Susan and allow them all to continue the search using human technology.

It was while Joseph was making the decision to use the cube or not that a sick feeling of dread descended on Loraniece and by the powers that allowed her to protect her Master and his friend she shielded the small group within a blanket of deception. Nothing changed for them, no one saw, felt, or noticed anything different, but Loraniece knew. She and the rest were covered from harm and all supernatural powers, though they never moved a muscle.

“Joseph,” she whispered her voice so low no one could here it, but the man it was intended for. “We must go Master.”

The wind picked up and for a brief moment in time the sun was hidden by a thick cloud. “They are here and they are not alone.” She needed the wish and she needed it quickly before the power of one more stronger then she discovered her.
 
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Joseph was relieved to find out that not only Amy and her friend had been transported to a safe place but that Susan her sister was with them too. Somehow he knew that Loraniece would be able to explain to them in a way that they would understand and still would not compromise their safety.

Susan instinctively recognized Amy and ignoring their new surroundings hugged her as they both shed tears of joy. As they began to chatter excitedly, Joseph took Jacques to the side and spoke to him. “ I know this whole experience is too far out for you to understand, my friend, but believe me when I say no harm will come to you and if you trust us you will soon find out the reasons for this strange occurrence.” The Frenchman nodded he seemed more concerned for Amy’s safety than his own.

Joseph turned his attention to Susan wondering how much she knew about the myth and how she and Amy were connected to the legend of the genie and the bottle. Joseph wasn’t worried, he saw by Loranieces settled and relaxed composure that for the moment they were safe and that together they would remain that way as long as his genie guided them and he made good wishes when they were needed. She would tell them all they needed to know when she was ready and when he made his wish for her to do so.

Suddenly he noticed that it was very quiet. Amy was gazing intently at the front of Susan’s blouse. Susan looked up, realizing where they were all staring. Her hand went to the object hanging from a cord around her neck. She smiled even though she knew the others were shocked at what they saw. “It’s beautiful isn’t it” she remarked nonchalantly she looked at Amy and her smile changed to a look of fond remembrance. “Our mother gave this to me just before she died. She said it was very old and that it would bring me good luck. I had begun to wonder if it really would, but now today when I am reunited with my only sister, I can say that it did.”

Joseph had his own thoughts but he thought it was best to keep his silence and let Loraniece speak. He looked at her and in his mind he formed the wish. “Loraniece it is time for us to know more about how we are all connected in this very strange way. And why you have taken us to this place.”

He realized that he hadn’t even looked around to see where she had taken them and wondered what meaning it had for them and their future together
 
Connections

Loraniece had taken the small group to the safety of yet another unknown destination. This one was special to her. She smiled softly at the two women, once they were done embracing and she looked over to Jacques and saw he was not overly concerned that he’d been “transported” to another location. Her brow furrowed at the knowledge and she knew that Amy had told him of her abilities. At first she was disturbed, but now it seemed that it had made things easier and Jacques had accepted the fact that he now seemed to be involved in some spinning fairy tale going off kilter.

It had been a rushed wish, one that really didn’t give Joseph a lot of time to decide where to go. Safety was the only thing he’d wished for and so she’d taken them to the one place the other more powerful Genie had not known or so she hoped. Her eyes moved quickly over the group and she saw what the others were staring at. Susan wore an amulet around her neck similar to Joseph’s in size and color, but there was a big difference between the two. Joseph’s radiated heat that he felt against his skin which linked him to the bracelets of gold that encased her wrists and ankles. She reached out and touched the disk and smiled. “I have seen this before, but not held it. You have the power of a Genie also, but he is not known to you yet.”

She closed her eyes and felt a bit of the magic the amulet held. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and smiled. “We will find your Genie soon, for now I have much to tell you.” She smiled at their location and a wave of peace settled over here. Her fingers wrapped around Joseph’s and she pulled them to her lips. With a soft press of her lips to his skin she sent a wave of pleasure through his veins.

“Do you know recognize my home?” she asked him. She saw the look of confusion in his face and she chuckled. “Not my bottle Master, Castle Urquhart. The one from the picture I showed you on the Island of Pate. We are here now. It still stands, but it stands empty and as you can see it is in not really a home, but in fact a ruin.”

The shell of the castle still stood, but walls had crumbled, trees and brush had grown in and around it. It resembled an overgrown building that had been long neglected. She led them carefully through the crumbling structure until they were outside. The cool Scottish winds stirred around them and she lifted her face welcoming the taste of a land so long denied her. “We are safe here, for now. I do not believe Rika will think I would return to where it all began.” She turned to Joseph and saw he was remembering.

“Over there is where my home would have been,” she pointed to a hillside very far away, but still visible. “There is no sign of the Manor house, but it was there.” She turned back and tucked herself close to Joseph. “I have brought you hear to tell you a story. It is long and complex.”

As the air around them stirred over their skin Loraniece looked to Joseph and sighed softly. “Susan and Amy are descendants of the Sultan and his wife, the one that set me to sleep so long ago.” Her eyes misted slightly as she thought of what this confession did. It gave Joseph the reason to rid himself of her. She did not feel as if he would, but she also knew he was a giving man and that perhaps he would feel obligated to return her to a Master that she’d been stolen from. His wish though was to explain it all, so she had to obey, there was no way she could not.

She swallowed the rising lump in her throat and looked at the two sisters. “The Sultan lost many battles, eventually so many that he was killed, his body separated and the pieces sent to his enemies. His wife died after much abuse by soldiers. His children. Many died. Most were not full-blood royal blood descendants, meaning they were born from his Harem women, but several of royal ones fled the palace. Most were taken as slaves, one of them was a young woman who was given the name of her Master Zhuang, which as you know has been changed over time to the name Huang. . . your name.”

Her eyes moved to Joseph’s amulet and she reached out and timidly touched it. It hummed quietly and the heat of it warmed both her flesh as well as Joseph’s. “The amulets of the Genies are linked. This one is linked to me. The one you wear is linked to a Genie also.” She looked to Susan. “You’re Genie does not sleep. But is still awake, waiting to be found. He was not forced to sit in his bottle.” She cringed with the memories of the dark abyss of nothing that had consumed her.

“How your mother received it. . .only your Genie can answer that. We can try to find him.” Loraniece looked to Joseph and found herself memorizing his features. She would leave him if he gave up his amulet, she wished they had one more moment together, but she knew her tale was not over. “There was danger in Paris. It moved swiftly to us, much faster then expected. I barely had time to sense it. Rika, the Genie from the black and gold bottle was near and he is looking for other Genies. I sensed it. He is working for a mortal.”

“I fear he is destroying us. The bottle in the museum reeked of death. The more powerful a Genie is the more things his Master can accomplish. The powers of a Genie can be harvested and it seems that Rika has found a Master that wishes to harvest all the powers instead of owning a few weaker Genies.”

“I’m sure I have given you more questions then answers. I will answer them as best I can,” she told the group, folding her hands and laying them over her lap. She waited for the questions to come, secretly praying that the amulet that Joseph had would continue to grace his neck. Without realizing it she held her breath and her small fingers curled into fists.
 
It only seemed like yesterday

So much had happened, Josephs head spun with the wonder of it all. and there was so much that he knew was about to happen, situations which he knew to be fearful and unexpected, yet many of which would add a huge measure of knowledge and meaning to his life. and even more, experiences which would insure his happiness and fulfill his utmost desires. Loranieces soft kiss on his fingertips reaffirmed that feeling and his head cleared relieving him from the possibilities that were endless, alwoing him tho concentrate on the present situation and whatthis new experience would mean for them all.

He watched Susan carefully as Loraniece shared with her the history and meaning of the amulet that graced the woman's neck. At first there was a unsettled look in her olive eyes but then as the story unfolded, he saw a look of grace and understanding, as if Susan had accepted the responsibility of the genie that she now realized she possessed. then after that a question appeared across her brow furrowing it and making her anxious to ask. Joseph had questions and he was sure Amy was puzzled also. Yet it appeared that they all, including Jacques felt safe and secure in this new place.

When Lorniece became silent both women realizing that it was time for questions,
gazed at Loraniece as if she were their mother and began to bonbard her with questions. Joseph realized that they had heard little of Loranieces dire words about the power and possible destruction and death that the Genie named Rika could present. He also knew it was useless for him to think about it at this time.

His hand found one of Loranieces and he uncurled her small fingers and brought them to his lips. He heard her release a breath that seemed to come from deep within her and gently squeezing her hand held it while she listened.

Susan began her eyes bright with excitement "How can we find my genie? If he has no home how do we know when we are close enough to him to summon him? Is he a good genie? Will he want good things from me? What kind of wishes should I make? Amy! I will share my genie with you wouldn't that be nice Oh! I have so many questions don't I ?" she clamped her hand across her mouth, her eyes lit up with excitement like she was once again a little girl.

Amy smiled at her sister and turned to Loraniece. Her questions were more serious "Will we have to stay here? are there other safe places for us? Jacques and I will go anywhere you want us to go, you saved my life."

"And you brought Amy to me". Jacques added as he gathered his new love in his arms and kissed her neck.

Joseph cleared his throat "Yes, I think we should find Susan's genie He could maybe help us find some of the answers that we seek."

He had more to say but thought it instead of speaking so that Loraniece alone would know of his intent."It might be useful to have a genie on our side to battle the evil intentions Rika's master."
 
Answers to questions; More questions to answer. . .

“It will be very useful, especially this genie,” Loraniece answered her Master, though her lips never moved. She then turned her attentions to Susan, Amy and Jacques.

“Susan, now that you know why the amulet exists, finding your genie is quite simple. All you must do is close your eyes and think of him. His name is Ankh, which means life. The symbol on your amulet is a hieroglyph that is similar to what you call a ‘coat of arms’. Close your eyes, think of him and then you’ll feel an intense heat. Fear not, for it is just his presence finally merging with his missing home. He’s wondered the world for some time. He will be happy to return. . .”

“I hope,” Loraniece silently whispered to her Master. “I know the loss I would feel to lose my home, but Ankh has been free for so long, living as if he were a mortal man. I can not guarantee his joy.”

“Your other questions. Your genie will do whatever you ask him to do. If you want good things, only you can wish them. If he is good or bad, again that is all up to you. Rika was a good genie and one time... I believe, but I don’t know for sure. He could have always hungered for power and as you can guess a genie is only as powerful as their Master allows. Rika has fallen into the hands of many greedy individuals. Sometimes I wonder if fate plays a hand in the choosing of our Masters and Mistresses, more than we realize.”

“Amy and you can not truly share Ankh. Whomever wears the medallion possesses him. To share him would mean you will have to transfer ownership of the jewel every time you wish to make a command, unless. . .” Loraniece thought a moment and then smiled, “unless you tell Anka that you wish for him to follow Amy’s every wish. This can be tricky, you must make sure she never wishes in anger. Many lives have been destroyed by the simple. . . ‘I wish you were dead’ comment.”

She lifted her hand to spread across the air around them. “This place is safe, for now. It will take Rika time to find us. You don’t have to stay here, either. If there is another place you all wish to go, we can. Summon Anka and he too will do all he must to protect you, just as I would Joseph.”
 
Joseph was relieved to hear Loranieces response to his 'thought' question and turned to Loraniece taking both her hands into his "Thank you." he said simply before leaning into her and giving her a soft gentle kiss, just brushing her lips with his even though he had the desire to do more to show his gratitude. He turned to Susan who seemed to be waiting expectantly for permission to summon her genie. Loraniece had given it so to speak but she seemed to need the approval of Joseph, her sister and even Jacques who seemed to have become an important part of her life through her sister Amy.

Joseph spoke first as he remembered his first experience with his Genie and how it had changed his life. " Owning a Genie is like having a lover he said somewhat mater of factly. Every thought, every feeling you have is known by them. Without words you will feel a bond, a connection that exceeds any expectation you might have previously had. Every need, every pleasure that you wish to enjoy is yours for the asking. Your whole life will be changed."

He turned back to face Loraniece wanting her to hear the words from his mouth even though he meant them for Susan too. "And then as an intimacy grows between you and your Genie, you will find that your pleasure becomes pleasure for your Genie, he will find the joy of pleasing you and you will give him much pleasure also."

Susan blushed. She had been thinking of the pleasures that she could ask for and when Joseph spoke in such a way became aware of the many posibilities. trying to cover up for her erotic thoughts she spoke. " Ankh, what an interesting name, perhaps it is because that name was given to him thousands of years ago. I like it , but I do hope he is not so old that... She blushed again and put her hand over her mouth to cover up the words she was about to say.

Amy laughed. "Hey sister, I'm sure Ankh will be what ever age you desire him to be."

"Yes." Joseph added. "When Loraniece first appeared to me she was exactly as young as I wanted her to be."

Amy looked fondly at her sister, "And he will be always yours. I will be happy just knowing how fortunate my sister is."

"And I will be happy, even though I cannot be your Genie, that I can still grant you a few good wishes Jacques added as he put his arms around his new lover and hugged her from behind.

Warm fuzzy feelings rose up like comforting mist around the group as evening came. Joseph felt his desire rise and he pulled Loraniece into his arms, he wondered if this new feeling that seemed to envelope them was caused by his Genies magic, his desire, or simply the love that they all seemed to be sharing.

Susan felt it too and also a longing that seemed to be coming from the amulet that hung from her neck. She closed her eyes and wished with all her might knowing that her wish would come true if only she believed it would. "You have wandered too long My Genie." she whispered. "Come home to me, come home."
 
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A gentle breeze swirled lazily around the group and Loraniece sensed the arrival of a great power. She embraced it for a moment, relishing the closeness of one that was so like her, and yet different than the last Genie she’d sensed. Her thoughts mingled with Ankh’s and she felt his joy as the cool breeze he’d come in merged with the amulet that Susan wore on her neck.

Immediately Susan’s eyes grew wide and Loraniece knew she was experiencing the heat she’d spoken of. She urged her with her violet eyes to remain calm, which she readily did. Then a few seconds passed. A mist of gray smoke lifted from the amulet and merged with the air that surrounded them.

Ankh looked around, his dark eyes feasted on the woman that wore his home. He fell to his knees and wept. Loraniece moved from Joseph’s side to that of Ankh’s. She touched his shoulder and tried to calm him with thoughts. “You are home,” she whispered and heard him take a deep breath. “This is Susan, your Mistress.”

Ankh glanced at Loraniece and then over to her Master, across to the other man and then the two women. He spared only a few seconds on Amy, directing all of his intense feelings to the woman, he was busy trying to read.

“She is a new Mistress, Ankh. Give her time.” She could sense the man’s excitement and knew how he had longed to be reunited and “used”. She understood the hunger he’d felt, for she had felt it too.

The newest member to their group nodded his head as he stared in awe at Susan. "Joseph, perhaps if it is your will, I can create a more suitable place for us to dwell for the night?"
 
Josephs fantasy

Susan reached out and touched Ankh lightly on the top of his head as if giving him permission to rise. When he did it was in awe that she gazed up at him as even though she was tall he loomed a full head above her. “Perfect.” She said under her breath, just as she had imagined. He looked down at her studying her thoughts and smiling as he knew she approved. His shoulder length golden mane glowed in the last of the evening sun and his piercing blue eyes held a promise that he would obey her every command. Full red lips centered in his tan face below a chiseled Nordic nose held a hint of mischievousness. He wore a toga of sheer silk and his feet were enclosed in tan sandals. She guessed at his age as mid twenties, which would have been exactly what she would have wished for.

Oh my she exclaimed if only… I wish I was twenty years younger. She knew in an instant and she clamped her hand over her mouth as she felt her 56 year old body change, her skin tightening and her muscles growing firmer. She felt a vitality she hadn’t felt for a long time.


Ankh grinned happy to be able to grant this first wish to his new mistress. “Is my mistress satisfied with the change.” He asked humbly.

Susan was more than satisfied, she was elated. As far as being thirty six again she considered it to be the perfect age. It was during her thirties that she felt more alive more happy than any other age. Her career as a photographer had reached a point where she had the chance to travel around the world and choose the kinds of subjects she wanted to put on film. She loved adventure and strived to always stay fit and feel young. A beautiful vivacious woman slight of body and sharp witted, she had no trouble attracting men, many of them younger than herself which she seemed to prefer.

Joseph was happy with what he observed having a sense that the genie was the perfect match for Susan. He wondered how much fate played in the coming together of two individuals seeking companionship. He thought of what and how Loraniece had suggested that they have a suitable place to spend the night. Realizing that it was his wish that would make this all possible he smiled at his Genie. Knowing that she could read his mind and grant his wish instantaneously he looked off down into a secluded valley that lie just short of the setting sun. Letting his mind wander he wished ahead creating a fantasy that the six of them could take part in as Loraniece made it all possible.

A group of multicolored clouds joined together creating s fluffy sort of rainbow every color of the spectrum represented as they moved across the valley looking for something to rain on. A grove of trees partially hid three dome shaped enclosures. The colorful clouds paused just above and pulsing with energy released a mist of scented rain. Even as the six were yet a great distance from this scene they could feel the mist and breathe in every delicious scent they could imagine crispy tangerine subtle lilac and lavender, musky sandalwood tart lemon and persimmon, spicy cinnamon and tangy orange. Many more that they could not define only take in and enjoy.

Joseph grinned in his thoughts bringing them, through Loranieces magic, into a hovering state. He had recalled the first time he had seen Loraniece hover much to his consternation then but was now a very enjoyable experience. Together they moved gracefully and effortlessly toward the grove of trees and their place to spend the night. By holding hands they were able to stay together and in time they reached the bottom of the valley. The domed tents placed in the shape of a triangle had doorways that faced each other and a small pool, in the center of which a fountain of fragrant colored water rose.

The hovering stopped as Joseph in his awe of what he was able to imagine and Loranieces magic simply stopped thinking. He laughed and clapped his hands like a child and then said trying to be serious. “That was really hard work perhaps you can choose what to feed this crowd my Genie and maybe Susan and Ankh have some ideas.”
 
What's a Genie to wear?

Loraniece heard her Master’s wish and granted it with the ease that came with her powers. She then turned to face the others and smiled. Amy and Jacques were still lost in each other. Their hands entwined and their gazes locked. She noticed Ankh and Susan too were somewhat entranced. Ankh obviously overjoyed to be reunited and then to have a Mistress that was caring. She was curious about Ankh’s life, but Loraniece knew it was not her business and she would not ask questions that would take away from Susan’s experience. Susan would learn her Genie, Loraniece would take care of her Master. She heard more of Joseph’s thoughts and smiled.

Another fluttering wind lifted and shrouded the couples in a thin veil of fabric. Each group could see the other couples, but it was as if they were looking through a lace wedding veil. As the veils concealed the people behind them, their clothing was changed. The women were suddenly wearing long tunics that fell to the floor. Rich silk fabric wrapped securely around them. A matching sash tied itself, using only the air around it to lift and fall into place. Loraniece wore blue, Susan red, and Amy a rich purple. A dragon ran up the side. It’s tail licking at the him, it’s tongue snaking out to wrap around the women’s collars. Over this tunic a silk jacket of the same color and fabric was pulled on. The material was again the most well spun silk every produced and had it been available to the public only an Emperor would be allowed to possess it.

The men of the group were not left out. Their clothes too were changed. Their tunics fell to their knees, leaving legs exposed to their ladies eyes. The sashes again were tied by the wind. A smaller dragon wrapped itself around each man. The head landing on the shoulder, the body resting on the back and the tail wrapping its way back to the front to rest against the hem. Each couple wore slippers that also matched their respective colors. By the time all were dressed, the veils were lifted and carried away by the wind. Eventually they dissolved as Loraniece’s magic absorbed them back into her.

She then waited patiently to allow Ankh a chance to pour out his magic. She could sense that Joseph wanted to see what Susan and her Genie could accomplish in way of their meal. Loraniece took her Master’s hand in hers and held it tightly as she produced thick, plushy cushions for the group to rest on, while Ankh produced their meal. Deep in herself Loraniece wanted to retire to the tent that was her and her Master’s. She missed his touch and though they now held hands, it was not enough for her. She wanted, needed more.
 
The Dance

Susan gasped as she felt the red sash fall across her body and saw the dragon run up the side and tae it’s place near her collar. It was not out of fear that she caught her breath but out of sheer excitement. The dragon represented her heritage and gave her memories of those family members who had passed before her. She hugged her new garments to her body luxuriating in the silk against her bare skin underneath. A hunger swept through her, not of one for food but Joseph had asked and she knew that Ankh would provide. It was up to her to have him conjure up a meal that would compliment this event, place and time befor she gave in to this new hunger that grew with each glance she sent in Ankh's direction.

She lowered herself to a red cushion that matched her new adornment and as if by this signal the rest seated themselves also. She gazed to her left at Ankh and reaching out took his hand, marveling at the way her small fine boned fingers seemed to fit so well between his large strong ones. “It has been years since I have tasted the fine cuisine of China.” She said slowly. “Perhaps if I wish…”

“Yes.” Amy said as she too held the hand of Jacques who was seated next to her. “That would be my wish if I had a genie.” She couldn’t help but be a little jealous of her sister’s good luck. But at least her wishes matched her own and she was glad for that.

As quick as the words were out of Susan and Amy’s mouths an elaborate array of Delicacies from the orient appeared hovering within reach of all six diners. Tiny cups of Saki were within grasp as well as chop sticks. As they enjoyed this sumptuous meal they were surprised to discover the ease at which they could handle the oriental utensils and even though their appetites were voracious they ate deliberately slow savoring each morsel.

The bowls, cups, plates and sticks disappeared as each one finished and a small bowl with scented water was provided along with a linen cloth to wipe fingers and faces.

The soft sound of music filled the air seeming to come from every direction including overhead. Drums subtly beat out the rhythm, as haunting flute sounds provided the background, stringed instruments provided a lilting carefree melody that soon had them tapping their feet. One by one they rose and began to dance. Red, blue and lavender sashes seemed to glow in the deepening shadows. Feminine eyes flashed come hither looks to their male partners and smiling lips suggested passion soon to be fulfilled. Hips and shoulders swayed provocatively and legs flashed from beneath the tunics encouraging furtive gazes.

The men danced also, but not with the same suggestive vigor. It was for the women to lead and them to follow and as the dancing became more and more intense and passion filled the dancers gravitated to the privacy of their respective tents.

Joseph followed Loraniece meekly into her tent He could tell it was for her that this night would be special even though he was her master and that whatever he wished for would be granted, his wish for her tonight would be to find her pleasure above and before his. He could see it in her eyes, the way they came alive when she watched him move, in the way she danced, her body suggesting ways that she would use it to find deeper pleasure later, in the way she turned toward him and instead of using her hands to undress let her magic lift first her silk jacket from her body. Then her tunic magically flowed from her body leaving only her blue sash hiding the tips of her breasts and the softly rounded mound of curly down covered flesh between her thighs. Joseph was delighted to feel his clothing leave his body in the same manner and join hers in a neatly folded pile on a nearby table. They smiled when the two dragons that had adorned their clothes now looked for refuge in a darkened corner.
As much as Joseph desired he resisted the thought of removing the blue sash himself. Instead he left it up to Loraniece to remove this last barrier between them.
 
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Loraniece's Wish

Loraniece felt her body responding to every scent and scene around her. From the fragrance of arousal that wafted up from the other couples to the lingering aroma of foods now gone. Everything had been designed for the pleasures of Master and Mistress and that gave Loraniece pleasure as well. She longed to please her Master and now that she was with one that she found caring and loving, she found that everything she did for him only heightened her own sexual needs. She read his thoughts and smiled warmly back at him. He was wishing her pleasure to come first and that sacrifice was one that she would gladly welcome. “My pleasure comes from you,” she told him as she walked toward Joseph and used her fingers to remove the sash that covered her body.

She knew as did he that with a simple flick of her wrist she could have the barrier gone and leave herself openly exposed to his hungry gaze, but Loraniece was being allowed to seek her pleasure first and so she did so by pleasing him once more. Her fingers danced slowly across her skin, light caresses nipped her flesh, making goosebumps appear and soft whimpers flutter from her lips. She eased the material away from first her right breast, allowing her nails to graze the ridges of her areola. She cupped the globe and lifted it, squeezed it tight and then released it in order to pay homage to its twin. The material of the sash fell from her round orb and then drifted to settle magically on her hips.

Small gasps of delight fell from Loraniece’s lips as she played with her breasts and watched her Master’s reaction to her tender ministrations. Her tongue snaked out and she licked at the soft petals of skin, before easing her hands down her sides and pushing the fabric away. Her hips were exposed and she knew her sex glistened in the unnatural light that filled the tent. The sash fluttered away to slide lazily over to the silk tunic and jacket.

Loraniece to the final steps to close the distance between her and Joseph. “My pleasure first?” she asked again, though it really was not a question she needed answered. He’d made the wish and it had to be granted. She grinned mischievously as she thought of how wonderful it would be to have her Master grant his own wish, for it really was his wish. . . yet, she knew she was about to benefit.

Her lips met his in a hungry kiss and she twirled her tongue across his. “I want to feel your lips upon my skin. Every inch of it, Master,” she told him. “This would bring me pleasure.” She pressed her body against his and licked at his mouth once more.
 
The journey

“Every inch if it” Joseph murmured under his breath. He reluctantly pulled away from her in order to get an image of just what that journey might mean and where he should begin.
The translucent glow that seemed to come from everywhere inside the tent enhanced the beauty of the vision that stood waiting for him to begin. He knew she would wait even though he could see that she was trembling in anticipation. He knew that her arousal would only increase as he took his time, just simply looking at her, not touching not speaking not even really thinking, just searching with his eyes before he began the journey with his mouth that he knew would bring her pleasure and grant his wish.
His dark brown eyes twinkled as he began this journey at the crown of her head where her red hair even seemed to smolder with passion as it flowed down around her shoulders. Her eyes looked directly into his unabashed alive with excitement conscious of his visual examination and unashamed of her nakedness. Her lips were still wet form their last kiss and glowed red and inviting, the tip of her tongue barely visible between. Each ear represented a delightful morsel to be nibbled and nipped at. She took in an audible breath almost a sigh and he saw the motion in her throat and her chest. Each delicious breast seemed to flutter and the tender tips that were coral points rising out and up, still erect from the teasing her hands had given them as she had removed the sash, trembled with arousal.

Joseph licked his lips and he heard Loraniece whimper imagining that it was his mouth and not his eyes that were worshiping her breasts, concentrating on the rigid buds and then laving in circles the areoles around them. He steeled himself wanting to touch to feel the heat of her breast against his face. He would wait there was more to visually excite him before he would decide where to first pleasure her with his lips. Her narrow waist presented a delightful navel a winking circular depression in the center he knew that his lips would bring a series of fluttering sensations if he ventured there. His gaze lowered and for a moment centered on that place his hands and fingers and mouth were now very familiar with. Deciding to wait to make this place his final destination, he continued to look downward, to her thighs creamy white her knees knowing about the place behind each where the skin was sensitive to the touch. Her ankles that held the circles of golden jewelry. And then to her dainty feet. His journey began upward again. He gasped as the light caught in the damp crimson tangle of curls that formed a triangle between her thighs. Her legs slightly parted let the light in from behind to reveal two folds of flesh that glistened wet and inviting. Joseph licked his lips again and he heard Loraniece whimper again as if it were his tongue and not his eyes that caressed that special place.

Joseph sucked in his breath, the excitement of the journey had made his heart beat urgently. His head swam with images of where his lips were about to go. His erection wanting to share the journey stood out hard and throbbing jutting upwards away from his body, a crystal clear drop of moisture glowing as it formed at the tip.

Joseph took on step ahead, one step that took him to a place where he could enjoy the touch of all the places he had been seeing. He scooped Loraniece up into his arms and stooping laid her down in a nest of pillows that lay scattered on the floor. His journey with his lips began the same as his eyes had. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, kissing, suckling, stroking and gently biting each place that he knew would lead to her pleasure. He left nothing out, no inch untouched. Turning her over, he laved and suckled and stroked with his tongue and lips. He covered areas that his eyes had not seen but he knew needed to be pleasured as well, her butt, the backs of her legs the small of her back her shoulders and behind each delicate ear lobe. He continued onward determined to cover every inch as she had requested. Where the skin was supple he sucked it in, where it was hard and turgid he gently nibbled and nipped.

At last he had only one more place, the place he knew would give her the most pleasure and the place that would pleasure him the most as well, he caught her musky scent as he drew near and drew it deep into his lungs and held it there a moment as if he wanted to make it a part of him. He helped Loraniece raise her legs and parted her knees. He brought his hands fingers splayed between her thighs His thumbs extended to part the silky wet folds of flesh. He closed his eyes and lowered his face, his lips trembling in anticipation.
 
Breathless. . .

Loraniece’s body was humming with excitement and desire as her Master moved to possess the very core of her being. She’d tried desperately to remember that this was supposed to be his wish. His wish for her pleasure, yet as he drowned her in the tender assault of tongue and fingers, she forgot that she was an all-powerful being. In her Master’s arms she was a woman first and a genie second.

His firm hands, still gentle in their touch, opened her legs. Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. Her pussy tightened in anticipation for what she knew was to come. Her lower lip trembled and her fingers curled into small, tight fists.

The first swipe of her Master’s tongue made Loraniece gasp. Her sex shuddered and nectar slid easily out to offer itself to Joseph. He drank it up. His hands moving to caress the thick, lips of her soft mound. He massaged the flesh, easing the juices free and then rubbing them into her silky curls. She watched with glazed eyes as he traced the shape of her and licked the honey he’d spread across each tight strand. She moaned softly and then hissed when he bared his teeth and buried his mouth against her clit.

The bite was gentle at first. A soft gnawing against the hard strip of hot flesh. Loraniece whimpered as her Master looked up the length of her body. His fingers moved lower, one went to the slick opening of her pussy, the other slid up her firm stomach and then higher to toy with one of her engorged nipples. “Joseph,” she whispered and allowed her eyelids to flutter closed.

As he feasted on her heat, his hands toyed with the pearl of her breast. He tweaked it, then pulled it up tight, released it and treated the second to the same pursuit. Back and forth he moved, while his mouth drank up the heady wine that spilled easily from her womb. Joseph brought her closer to the edge of release, grinding his features into her, licking his way around her, as well as diving deep to enjoy the thickening juices.

Loraniece cried out his name again as her back arched, her body tightened and her joints became stiff. Her eyes were no longer lightly closed, but in fact clenched tight. She shuddered violently and came hard. Her Master dug deeper with his fingers and his mouth. He urged her to come again and with the added strokes of his expert skills, she did.

In time Joseph eased up on his dining, moving his mouth from her sex, to her belly and then up to her breasts. He kissed one nipple, then the other, before gliding up the full length of her and covering her lips with his. His tongue darted between her moaning lips and he shared with her the taste of her release. Loraniece’s hands moved into his hair and she brought him further into her. Her legs interlaced with his and she rolled him to his back.

“What do you wish of me, Master?” she asked in a breathless request. She pressed her breasts against his chest and moved to straddle him. Her sex hovered over his cock, but her question spoke of all promises. What her Master wanted, she would willingly and whole-heartedly give him.
 
A climatic wish

Joseph was sure he had never wished for this before; but now, as his body screamed out for release, as his cock throbbing, reaching upward demanded entrance to her sex, as his hands ached to cup and fondle her breasts, as his mouth and tongue strained to capture her mouth and tongue, he made it. “I wish for the best climax I have ever had.” Maybe he was being selfish he thought until he realized what his last wish had done for Loraniece. Surely her climax had been if not the best one she had ever had at least memorable. He wanted his to be memorable too. So he made the wish.

Loraniece smiled knowing that it was an easy wish to grant and one that she was capable of granting to him. She slowly lowered her body bringing his cock into her sweet entrance, slowly ever so slowly, she drew him inside. Maybe she knew that if she went too fast he would loose control.

Such delicious torture it was that Joseph shuddered letting her do the work letting her take him in one centimeter at a time. So slow and deliberate were her actions that Joseph was surprised when he realized she had taken every bit of his cock into her. She held him that way, his testicles tucked between the silky wet folds of pink flesh above them, while his breathing returned to normal and his heart beat slowed. Joseph knew she was preparing him for the best climax ever. His hands reached up and found her breasts, each circle of soft flesh invited his hands and fingers to explore, taking his mind off what his body was feeling below. He shut his eyes and saw through his hands as they cupped first the undersides, pushing them upwards and together, circling and encircling, firmly kneading and then lightly caressing. His palms brushed against her nipples and he felt them grow hard and thickened. His fingers and thumbs joined to pluck at both, rolling the pink textured flesh back and forth up and down. His motion became more urgent and he strained to catch her mouth in his. She lowered her face and met him half way, their wet mouths joined and tongues immediately reached out to each other. Joseph’s head began to swim with passion His hips rose to make his cock penetrate her further if possible. She reluctantly pulled her mouth from his and smiled. She felt what was happening and she had few ideas about how to keep his passion at bay.

He knew something new was going to be added to his pleasure when she smiled and then in one quick motion rose up on her heals and turned around. A mirror that Joseph hadn’t seen before gave him a view he would not quickly forget. Her hand went to his cock and stripped the precum that had oozed out it when he was deep inside her. She took it to her mouth and after sucking it greedily from her fingers, licked her lips and moaned out her pleasure. She threw her head back her scarlet hair tumbled around her shoulders and down her back. She was now squatting above him her legs firmly planted along side of his hips and her knees and thighs parted. He could see in the mirror a reflection of the pink glistening entrance to her sex, her clitoris and the puffy folds of her outer lips. He sucked in his breath and waited. He watched her hand come down and grasp his hard throbbing cock. Her thumb and forefinger held it at the base. Firmly almost painfully until the need to cum passed. Joseph relaxed even though his cock remained rigid. Loraniece lowered her body once more. It was only for a moment that Joseph felt the pleasure of filling her up, as she rose again until just the tip of his cock was against her pussy. Downward she plunged her thighs slapping against his, his cock going deep into her. She rose again just as quickly and then plunged downward. Joseph joined her rising upward in opposition to her downward thrusts and pulling away when she rose again.

“Let me do the work," Loraniece hissed and Joseph complied, letting his body relax while she rode him. Her palms were on the bed as she leaned forward bringing his cock hard against the front wall of her vagina. Every stroke was deliberate, and intent on bring Joseph to total gratification. He waited letting the tension build until he could no longer remain still.

Sensing his need. Loraniece moaned. “ It’s your turn master." and held her self still while he plunged in and out again and again. Soon they were joined together in a steady rhythm of movement that pleased them both and brought Joseph ever closer to the orgasm he had wished for.

It was without warning that the explosion in Josephs loins began and just as suddenly erupted into a surge of molten pleasure leaving his body and entering hers. It was only the beginning of a series of eruptions that overtook him, causing his hips to spasm beyond control. He let his orgasm run it's course his mind in total awe of it's intensity. Then came the after glow as his climax melted around him disolving into the most euphoric feeling he had ever experienced. He had gone so high and now he was drifting down, drifting into a place of total gratification.
 
Loraniece welcomed every thrust of her Master’s cock. When his hot liquid spilled into her she embraced it. Soon her own release was flowing from its hot, velvet home and mingling with his. She shuddered violently and held him deep within her. Heat spilled over them as she came. Powers she’d never tapped into surrounded them; shards of light exploded within the walls of their magical home and she shouted with his hungry growls of release. Only when she could focus on their joined forms did Loraniece come back to the present. She fell onto his chest and breathed in deep the scent of their mating.

His hands wrapped around her, drawing her close to him and she purred softly against his flesh. She kissed his chest and tried to bury herself deeper into him. “Master. . . I . . .”

She swallowed the words she longed to say. She had loved before. She’d loved deeply, but this was unlike anything she’d ever experienced with another. The power that had radiated from her was unreal, she didn’t have words to explain what had happened or how it had come about. She closed her eyes and prayed to remain at his side for all time. It was a wish she could not make herself, nor one her master could make, but it was one she would have happily served for the remainder of her days.

In time their snuggling turned to soft breathing and the couple slept. Outside their little home, two other couples slept. Their own night had been full of love-making that would rival the gods of Olympus.

Morning came and Loraniece’s senses were awoken with the smells of breakfast. She rolled to her side and reached for her Master, finding his chest and curling her fingers against the pulse of his heart. “Good morning, Master,” she whispered, before sliding up and covering his lips with hers. “How may I serve you?” she grinned and winked knowingly as she read the many thoughts that were playing on his mind.
 
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