Your Wish, My Command

[SexyChele]

Khalia

I smiled slightly as his confusion. His mind was as open to me through his eyes as a book could be opened. Sitting on the bed next to him, I trailed one finger along his torso, heard him catch his breath, and looked up at him.

"Just remember, Monty, I have powers no man can imagine. What you may feel and see might seem impossible to you, yet I assure you all will be as real as you allow it to be."

His eyes looked at me filled with questions. I looked back without answers. Looking about the room, and then bringing my glance back to him, I laughed softly.

"This would be more fun if we had an audience, no?"

Before he could respond, I held my amulet to me, and suddenly, in a flash of light, the faces of the women Monty had known, had used, had hurt or abandoned, clustered around the bed. Natasha's was the most prominent and visible. Monty's eyes grew wide as he gasped. The fact that his cock had started to swell did not go unnoticed by me.

"Wha-"

"They are all here, Monty. Well, most of them anyway. You've been quite the adventurer, haven't you?"

Reaching over to a bowl on the table by the bed, I draw out a piece of ice mysteriously appearing as if from thin air. Placing it against my lips, feeling it's coldness, I suck at the melting water, watching Monty's eyes staring at the ice. Reaching out, I place the ice just above his lips. Watching as he stretched his neck forward, his lips and tongue just able to taste the cool liquid. Running the ice along his jaw and down his neck, I watch as he shivers, and hear him cry out. The wome around us murmur in appreciation. Moving the ice lower, over his chest, I watch as his tiny nipples harden in response. I watch as his body at once recoils and then presses against the sheer coldness that runs along his body.

Leaning foward, I trace my tongue along the trail of ice, allowing him to feel at first the coldness and then the warm wetness of my tongue. I glance down at his manhood, rising firm and straight above him. Glancing into the eyes of the women of the room, knowing that in their dreams they are seeing the exact scene played out, I smile at them.

Reaching into a draw I pull out a contraption that Monty simply stares at with a puzzled look.

"This is a secret that certain women from my culture have discovered. This might feel a bit uncomfortable, but I understand it becomes pleasurable after a while.

Pushing and pulling, I finally manage to get the rings around the base of his cock and balls. Sitting back up, I look at him.

"There. Now we have no fear of you experiencing ultimate pleasure too soon!"

The women murmured approval as Monty stared down at his cock - standing at perfect attention. Reaching over to the table, I pick up the fluffy feather, stroking its softness against my face. Smiling, I begin to glide it over his body, tickling his face, his neck, his chest. And Still lower I went

 

[badmatt]

*wondering if

perhaps I could be next....
Description:
Trader and thief of mediocre talent in medeival Moor occupied Spain. My name is Mateo

 

[SexyChele]

Thread Update

OOC: Bombast has informed me that he is unable to post to Lit at this this time, so once again Khalia is switching "Masters". I have already received a request to continue with Captainb. (Hey, Cap! Where are ya?)

Badmatt, I love the description of your character and the time frame! If you wouldn't mind, I can place you next? Let me know what you think.

Thanks to all who have expressed their thoughts regarding this thread - any feedback is certainly welcomed! And I hope this thread continues to be of interest ~

 

[captainb]

...a new owner...

Blake Monsoon stepped off the plane into the staccato glare of camera flashes. He pasted the famous smile on his face and stepped forward as the reporters crowded around.

“Mr. Monsoon,” one yelled louder than the rest. “Did you really complete your lifelong quest?”

“Yes, Mike,” said Blake, flashing brilliant white teeth. “I’m proud to say that this trip saw the capture of the Mediterranean Seal, one of the rarest mammals in the world. It will be displayed at my zoo as soon as the handlers get it acclimated.”

Voices shouted again. “Mr. Monsoon, Mr. Monsoon,” a striking woman in red called out. He pointed to her. “Sir, how can you still justify removing these extremely rare animals from the wild? Isn’t it true that it’s very difficult to breed them in captivity? Aren’t you just hastening their extinction in the name of ‘science’?”

Several pairs of eyes turned angrily on her, but Blake just raised his hand confidently. “I’ve been asked that question many times, miss. And I’ve always got the same answer, the one that has satisfied scientists and zoologists the world over. Without man’s intervention, these poor animals would surely vanish from the earth. No, it is our moral responsibility to remove them to a place of safety so we can help increase their population. Yes, some do have a hard time breeding, but we’re constantly learning more…” He continued for a few more minutes, saying the same thing he had said countless times before. His mind drifted as he spoke, not really caring what their reactions were anymore. Then he was waving to the crowd again and being led to the limo, then the droning blessed silence as the machine leapt onto the highway away from the airport.

He shut the engraved oak doors of his penthouse suite behind him and leaned against them with closed eyes. He heard the muted ticking of the grandfather clock and smelled the subtle scent of the gas fire roaring away in the living room. Mentally, he walked through the rooms, seeing the mounted heads staring glassily at him from the walls, the skins and horns adorning his den, the mounted animals and birds on desks, bookshelves, in corners… All silently watching him. All dead by his hand. All dead…

He sagged and opened his eyes, staring at himself in the ivory-inlaid mirror against the far wall. Still tall and broad-shouldered, still with a full head of hair although severely graying at the sides, thick eyebrows over dark brown eyes that hesitated and dropped. Marble floors, deep wood paneling, rugs thick enough to cover bare toes. And right now he just didn’t care about any of it. Didn’t care about a thing except the hollow ache in his chest.

He focused on a small package wrapped in brown paper sitting on the table near the door. Blake frowned and picked it up. It was unmarked, not even an address. Something large slid heavily inside. He brought it to his ear and gently shook it. He slowly walked into the den as he unwrapped it, dropping the paper and then the box onto the ground to stand staring at the intricately beautiful gold-rimmed bottle.

It was ancient, he knew, and valuable. Looked Persian, although his knowledge of those times was rusty. Who could have sent this to him? He traced the cobalt and mahogany colors with a finger, settling into the overstuffed leather chair on the tigerskin rug. His eyes floated up to the fireplace and he sat still for a time, staring at the ephemeral wisps.

Blake's head snapped up, and he licked his dry lips. He stood and ran a hand through his hair, then slowly walked to the wet bar. He looked in surprise at the bottle, still in his hand, and set it on the bar. He watched it out of the corner of his eye as he poured a stiff tumbler of bourbon over an ice cube. It was mesmerizing, the way the fire reflected off of its details, making it almost seem to glow from within. Like it was silently watching him.

He grimaced and banged the drink on the bar, then suddenly grabbed the ancient bottle and pulled off the cap.

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia

Feeling the familar rush of void once more, I breathe deeply as air fills my lungs. Feeling my legs becoming steady once more, the blue vapor slowly evaporating around me, I look to see who now can claim me.

I look about my new surroundings - the dark, rich furnishings would indicate a man occupies this place. I see no feminine touches decorating the room. I turn my eyes to look forward, and find a most distinguished and handsome man before me. His eyes show the now familar look of being somewhat startled that I've come to know.

Looking only briefly into his dark brown eyes, I cast my gaze to his feet as I bring my hands together in front of me. Maintaining a respectful tone, I go through the familar introduction....

"Master, my name is Khalia, genie of the bottle which you are now in possesion of. I am yours, to grant you 3 wishes as you dictate. My powers are greater than most men can fathom, and anything you ask of me, it shall be yours.

"I must caution you, however, to choose wisely. Many have not, and have regretted the wasted wishes they could have fulfilled. When the 3 wishes have been fulfilled, it is your discretion to either sell or give the bottle to my next Master. There is a way to set me free, but it is a riddle that few have tried to undertake.

"And now, my Master, what wish may I grant for you?"

I held my respectful pose, awaiting the sound of his voice, the desire of his heart and mind....

 

[captainb]

Blake slowly sipped his whiskey and regarded the young woman. She stood quietly in the middle of the room, her posture respectful and eyes lowered. Hand in pocket, he slowly walked from behind the bar and circled her, pausing at her back to bring the glass up again. Her head moved slightly, but beyond that she was motionless. He completed his circle and leaned against the front of the bar.

“A genie?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master.”

He took a larger gulp and stared at her, then refilled the tumbler. He took his time, watching the amber liquid swirl around the half-melted ice cube. A genie. Well, I’ll be damned. He walked around the room, pausing to examine the displayed trophies as if for the first time. He could feel her eyes rise questioningly to his back, but she maintained her silence. He completed his circuit, stopping to look down at the discarded paper and box. A genie. He looked at the ancient bottle, still sitting on the bar.

“Khalia.”

She turned to face him, grace and effortlessness flowing with the move. The silk and satin of her diaphanous clothes slowly settled around her. He gestured to an armchair. “Can you sit?” he asked. A smile briefly touched the edge of her lips and she nodded, moving to seat herself. “Would you like a drink?” She hesitated, then shook her head. He sat opposite her and crossed his legs.

He continued watching her in silence as he sipped his drink. Her eyes rose briefly to his, then she grew busy studying the fireplace. His outward calm masked a swirling tumble of questions and thoughts.

Blake leaned forward, and jiggled his glass, watching the ice bump back and forth. “So, Khalia,” he said. “You are here to grant me wishes?” She nodded. “How did you come to me?”

“I do not know,” she replied, her eyes still downcast. “The deepest mysteries of the bottle elude me.”

“It seems that you’ve had experience with folks making bad wishes.” He watched her head slightly nod. “Don’t avert your eyes from me,” he said. “I like to see who I’m talking to.” She met his gaze at once, her eyes frank and open. “I think I’d be a fool to jump right into wish-making without some more information. What if I decide to just keep you for a few years while I think about it?”

"The longer a Master clings to the bottle, the weaker my powers become,” she replied evenly.

He pondered this for a moment. “I have a few more questions.”

“You may ask me anything, Master,” she said.

“Okay,” he said, settling back. “Got your pen and paper ready?” He smiled, then shrugged at her blank response. “First, the longer I keep you the weaker your powers become. What if I don’t decide on my wishes? Do you fade away with your powers? What happens to you? Do you become a normal person, or die, or do you and bottle vanish to reappear in someone else’s living room?” She seemed about to speak but he continued. “Must I use all of the wishes myself? In other words, could I allow someone else, say a favorite nephew, to use one of my wishes?”

She looked at him for a moment, then opened her mouth to answer.

“You indicated you can be freed.” Her mouth shut and a trace of annoyance crossed her features. He ignored it and continued. “Is there a right and wrong way to do this, one way that could free you to a… what, a human life?” She nodded and he continued. “Is there a wrong way to do it, that would cause you to lose your powers and fade away, as I asked before?”

Khalia waited, hands folded in lap.

“Can you be killed?” he asked quietly. “If someone placed a gun to your head… you know what a gun is?” She nodded slowly. “If someone put a gun to your head and pulled the trigger, would your existence end?” Her eyes were wide, in fear or wonder he couldn’t tell. “To my knowledge, no one on earth has ever had proof that they encountered one like you. A genie is a very rare creature. Very rare. Unique, I would say.”

He took a long slow pull on his drink and watched her, noting her reaction. The fire crackled quietly.

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia

My new Master was certainly intriguing, as well as handsome. I listened to his questions, at first amused, then becoming frustrated at not being allowed to answer. Finally, I grew annoyed. However, because of the submissive nature I had been given to, it would no more occur to me to interrupt than to insult him outright.

Sitting, hands folded in my lap, I listened intently. When he finished, I glanced up at him. He took a sip of the drink in the glass he held, his eyebrows raised in anticipation of my answers. Taking a deep breath, I answered each of his questions in turn.

"Master, the longer I am kept, the weaker my powers become. Right now, my powers are strong and can accomplish anything your heart desires. As time goes on, the ability to perform what you would consider astounding dissipates. Ultimately, my powers will fade completely. I remain a genie, however, and I will not fade a way. Though I will appear weaker - sickly is how I think your people describe it? Only the power contained within the bottle, and being under the ownership of a new Master will revive me and my powers.

"Your wishes are for you to determine, Master. If it is your desire to have me grant another's wish in your stead, then I must comply, without question. It has been seldom that a Master has been so generous, even within his own family.

Contemplating my next response, I sigh. How to explain the mysteries surrounding the ancients?

"Yes, Master, I can be freed from the confines of the bottle. And, upon my freedom, I will lose all the powers given to me. I will become, quite simply, human - as much flesh and blood as you are.

"But the mystery to setting me free is one that my Master must determine. There is a right way, yes. However, there is no punishment if that path is not followed."

Glancing up at him, my eyes meeting his directly, if only briefly, I continue.

"The way to gain my freedom is as a riddle. One can attempt many tries, however, there is only one correct solution. And that solution is one my Master must determine on his own. However, if I am freed, I am free of the confines of the bottle. I am still bound to the Master who last held it. Though I will lose my powers, I am his to do with as he pleases.

"Genies do not die, Master. We are immortal, and if we are never freed will live for eterney. Gunshots are powerless against me, as are knives and poisons. You see, genies can normally determine danger before humans, and seek to avoid it while protecting their Masters from harm.

"The only way my existance will end, Master, is if I am freed from the bottle to live as a human. Then, after the natural course of years, my body will expire as any humans."

"I beg to differ, Master, as there are many genies around the world. Some are kept within their bottles, never having Masters. Others have Masters who are fearful to speak of us to others, afraid they will be mocked and ridiculed. It is easy to see why, I suppose."

Recounting in my brain that I had answered his questions in the order given, I leaned forward.

"Does my Master have any more questions that I might answer? Or have you gained better understanding?"

 

[SexyAmber]

(OOC great thread! such a creative idea...if you need anyone else to help fill wishes let me know....unbelievable writers here ...bravo)

 

[captainb]

Blake had listened carefully to Khalia's words, leaning forward in his chair. He nodded and stood, slowly pacing around the room again. Walking helped him think; maybe having his body in motion helped keep the thoughts moving, the way a shark needed to keep swimming in order to breathe. He'd never thought about that and wasn't doing so now. He thought instead about the genie's answers, and the possibilities that were opening before him.

What do I want? he thought. What do I want to do? My god, what haven't I done? Well, quite a bit actually, but what of all that really matters? I've been to every continent on the planet, seen or hunted virtually every animal that could be seen... What other trophies could I collect? What other accomplishments could... He stopped, staring at his reflection in the sliding door that led to the balcony. A genie.

He whirled to face Khalia. She's a genie. "There are many genies around the world," she'd said. And if there are genies, then the chance that other associated creatures also exist suddenly becomes very real. A whole other-world, beasts of fable and legend. And no one, no human, has pursued such creatures since... when? Ever?

He realized he'd been staring at Khalia for several minutes. She sat quietly with hands folded, seemingly ready to wait forever if needed. Her face was half-turned from him. The glow from the fireplace reflected softly against her cheek, its outline smooth from her deep set eyes past the cupid's bow of her lips, sliding past her chin and down her throat. Her gossamer gown was nearly translucent from this angle. Her eyes slowly rose and met his, and he had the fleeting sensation of falling towards them, the dark blue pools opening into untapped possibilities.

He blinked and raised his glass, tasting only water. He set the glass on the bar and stood with hands in pockets, looking down at his genie.

"All right Khalia. My first wish." He nodded to the heads mounted around the room. "I've been a hunter for most of my life. I actually prefer the word "collector" lately. I don't kill everything I see, you see." He smiled briefly, but her face was impassive. "But I've been... bored. You see, I'm very good at what I do. And what used to be sport for me has become almost routine. Oh, some animals will always be a challenge, no matter how well you know their habits. There's always room for surprise. But I haven't felt that I've learned anything really new for a long time. It's all a variation on the same theme. I want something new. Something that no one has experienced before. No human, at least."

Blake sat across from Khalia once more and breathed deeply. "I wish to go into your world and hunt for a griffon."

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia

I stared up at this man who was my newest Master. To come into my world? To search for, capture, the elusive griffon? It was a request no one had yet put forth. And it would be inherently harmful to this human - my world was not a place understood by mortal man. My powers of protection would be tested extensively.

I looked deep into his eyes, attempting to discern if he was aware of the consequences. The danger. The fact that he might not return to the world he knew. He stared back, never breaking the hold our eyes held.

I knew this wish would tax me in ways other hadn't, yet I could not refuse. Rising, I faced him.

"It is the elusive griffon you seek, Master? Then you shall be presented with the opportunity to find such a creature."

Taking his hand in mine, I grabbed the amulet between my breasts, and murmured the incantation. Blue vapor rose up around us, a roaring wind engulfed our bodies, and a faint smell of sulfur filled our senses. Traveling into another dimension was one of simplicity for me, but I could feel my Master's body twitch as the elements surrounded him, preparing his body to accept what was truly unacceptable. I clenched his hand tightly, more to let him know I knew the torment his body was undergoing.

Suddenly, the blue vapor eased, the wind died down, and I felt a tugging on my hand. I looked and saw my Master lying on the ground, his energy spent, his breathing shallow. I looked around me at the green hills, the slight mountains in the distance. We were in another time, another world - one parallel to his. I looked at his clothes, and knew they would set him apart. Touching his sleeve, I let the words rush past my lips, and suddenly his clothing was changed. As I looked upon him, I realized he would believe he had wandered into ancient Greece by his standards. Yet, he would soon discover that nothing in this world was what it seemed.

Walking swiftly to a nearby stream, I scooped up water onto a huge leaf, and brought it to him, parting his lips to allow the clear, cool fluid to soothe his throat. Yes, it would taste of fresh water, but it would be more. This water would allow him to see things he had never seen before, to experience things in ways never before known.

As his eyes fluttered open, I dropped to my knees, my fingers soothing back his hair.

"It is alright, Master. You are safe, but it is a treacherous journey to enter into the world of the genie. Come, let me help you up."

Reaching for his hands, I could see he was still a bit groggy. But that should disappear in a few moments. Helping him to steady himself, I saw him look around.

"You are in the world of the genie, Master. Your clothing now looks as though you belong here. You have everything you need, and I shall be at your side unless you say otherwise.

"There is a town just over that knoll. Small, but suffiecient to get the needed elements to capture a griffon. Shall we, Master?"

As he started to walk, I noticed he took his steps with greater confidence. Yes, he would soon be fine.

 

[captainb]

Blake

Blake’s legs were wobbly and his mouth tasted of sulfur, but the sips of water rejuvenated him quickly. As he walked down the path with Khalia, his head constantly moved, drinking in the sights, sounds, and smells of this world. It looked oddly familiar, Mediterranean in fact. His clothes resembled those of ancient Greece, but the style was subtly different. Everything looked different, although there was nothing he could put a finger on as the cause.

He certainly hadn’t expected to be here, not this quickly. There had been no time to prepare, he hadn’t been able to pack any supplies or even get mentally psyched for the trip. One moment he’d spoken his wish, and then… it had been granted! Just like that. He looked sideways at Khalia. She strode confidently, yet with a tightness around her mouth. What is she concerned about? he wondered. He looked around again, wishing again he had a gun. Not wishing, he corrected himself. He’d never use that word with the same feeling again.

He looked around in growing wonder as they topped a rise. The town stretched below their feet, hugging a coastline of shimmering blue water. But this was no town he had ever read about in history books. Small? Maybe by Khalia's standards. Its walls and buildings gleamed, and a chaotic flock of birds flew to and fro. Oddly shaped birds. Blake peered closer, then broke into a grin. There were people flying over the town! People on carpets, on the backs of animals, and some just moving by themselves. And those ships in the harbor… one of them was actually sailing over the town walls towards a large open field! Blake was almost laughing as Khalia led the way down the hill.

Inside the massive walls it seemed more like any other ancient town, just more colorful and with odd, not altogether unpleasant scents wafting through the streets. His head moved constantly from side to side as he gazed at the booths and stalls they passed, the shops and vendors, and the strange animals and equally strange people among them. Most were human, but others had different sizes, oddly shaped ears or numbers of fingers, and varied colors of skin. Khalia seemed unimpressed, but it was a wonder Blake’s head didn’t unscrew from his neck.

She led the way into a dark shop with unintelligible writing above the door. There, she had a quiet conversation with an even darker person whose long pointed ears nearly touched behind his head. When they left the shop, Blake was carrying a coil of rope, a bag with a weighted circular net, a spear, and a supply of food. He wasn’t sure this would be sufficient for the task, but the shopkeeper had seemed smugly assured that little else was needed. I’m probably on a fool’s errand anyway, Blake thought as the pair passed through the arched gateway leading out of the town. But just this experience alone is worthwhile! He and Khalia walked into the countryside, leaving the main road to follow a trail that led towards the oddly steep jagged mountains in the distance.

 

[SexyChele]

As we walked along the streets and into the shop, I quietly took notice of my Master's expressions. This was the first time I'd ever brought a human into my world, and I had a few concerns as to whether he would be able to survive adequately. Yet, except for his obvious curiosity at all around him, he seemed to be faring well.

While in the shop, the man behind the counter grinned at the prospect that a mere human would actually be able to find a griffin, much less catch him. I was thankful he spoke in the langage of genies and not in the language that a human could understand.

Fully equipped, I glanced at my Master and could read on his face the doubt that the provided provisions would be adequate. Such was the was the way of humans! Always relying on their own discoveries and inventions, and not realizing that there were other ways of achieving the same goal.

As we walked out of the town, I began to relax. In the town I feared that one would know my Master was not a genie, and suspicions would be aroused. But here, in the waning daylight of the country, I could still feel the warmth of the air, the brightness of the sun, smell the surrounding flowers that were much stronger than that in the world of the humans. My Master still looked about him, and I knew the colors in my world were some how more intense - brighter, as it might be.

As various creatures crossed our path, I looked sideways at my Master, knowing these creatures were animals he would not have seen before. They were only here, in the land of the genie.

I looked up as the sun began its descent, and knew we would have to find shelter. Once the sun set, the temperature dropped dramatically, and it would be near freezing, in human terms. Also, with the fading light, the search for the griffin's tracks would be nearly impossible. Searching the surrounding countryside, I spotted a lean to that appeared sturdy enough, and started to wade through the grass towards it.

"Hey! Where are you going?" I heard him raise his voice to be heard.

Turning in the tall grass, I watched as he stood on road. He looked a bit tired.

"Master, the sun is setting and soon the coldness of night will be upon us. You will not find the griffin's tracks at night - he is an elusive creature, and clever. But there! See that mountain in between those smaller ones? That is where he resides. It is an easy walk at morning."

I had pointed out towards 3 mountainous points that were already bathed in purple twilight. I saw my Master give a long hard look at the mountains, before hefting his supplies and following me. In the lean to, the previous visitor had left behind bedding and items to make a fire. Things we must leave as we found them. Taking a soft padded mattress, I rolled it out onto the short grass under the roof and within the 3 walls of the lean to. I leaned over the spot reserved for fire, and quickly set about stacking wood and kindling, the fire starting seeming from nowhere.

I heard him behind me, dropping equipment, stowing it a the far end of the lean to. Rising from the fire, I went to first a tree and then to a bush. When I returned, my arms were full and let the bounty of food fall onto the matress on the ground.

"What, you expect me to eat fruit? I'm going to need protein - and a lot of it for this journey."

"Master, here we do not eat the creatures that roam our world. Here we have things that can satisfy your hunger. Trust me?"

I smiled at him as I sank to my knees, using a tool from the chest to pry open the gourlike vegetable. Once the food had been cut and prepared, I presented my Master with a plate of food. He looked first at the food and then at me.

"It is fine, Master. You will see."

As he bit into the flesh of the yellow vegetable, I saw his eyes light up.

"Good? I'm glad. Here try this."

Once his appetite was slacked, I curled up on the mattress. The night air was quickly becoming cold, but the heat of the fire was strong.

"Master, what do you know of the elusive creature which you seek? You know that many men have sought him, all have failed. He is elusive and tricky. He has the instincts of one of your lions, and the intelligence almost equally that of a human."

I watched his eyes light up at the challenge, and the thought struck me he was truly looking forward to the hunt more than the actual taking prisoner the griffen. I had my legs folded under neath me, the top portion of my body wrapped in a covering. I poked at the first with a long stick, watching the embers brighten within the fire. A chill ran through my body, but I quietly looked up at him, curling my knees up under my chin.

 

[captainb]

Blake

The night was cold but not uncomfortable. Blake slept surprisingly well and actually felt a little guilty about how quickly he had passed out. Khalia did not appear to have moved during the night. He wondered if she had even slept.

A fresh tray of the odd fruits and vegetables was waiting for him when he came back from his trip behind a bush. Washing it all down with the amazingly rejuvenating spring water, he was ready to travel within half an hour. The three steep mountain peaks were shining in the dawn sun as he and Khalia set off.

They talked little as they traveled. Blake looked at everything: the subtly strange trees and plants; the brief glimpses of odd creatures scampering about and staring at them, including a group of blue-furred squirrels with enormous ears, chittering angrily as they passed. Khalia chittered back and they scattered only to reappear chasing each other around a group of thickly-rooted trees. But most of Blake's attention was on the sky and the mountains ahead. Birds in flocks and alone flew near and far, but he was sure that none were what he sought.

They rested at noon in the foothills shadowed by the nearest mountain. As they ate, Blake scanned the countryside below them, glanced up then straightened suddenly and pointed. "Is that it?" he asked excitedly.

Khalia looked up. A solitary shape was sailing across the sky, its color hidden in its own shadow. It seemed to lazily soar, but was so high up that its speed must be incredible. "That?" she said, turning her attention away. "No, that's just a dragon."

"A dragon?!?" cried Blake. He watched raptly as the shape dwindled to a dot in the distance and slowly circled out of sight around the farthest peak.

"We must go if we are to reach the griffon's realm by nightfall," said Khalia, rising to stretch. He watched her, aware once more of her shapeliness. A trophy, for sure, he thought with no small desire.

The sun was setting by the time the travelers reached the treeline. The land beyond was dotted mostly with shrubs and hardy smaller trees, able to withstand the harsher climate. There was no snow, but the grass was vanishing to be replaced by bare brown soil and rock. Khalia set up camp again and started the fire with a movement of her fingers among the kindling. He noted that whatever she had done, it was keeping the bulk of the wind off of them and maintaining a comfortable temperature, although he knew it must be close to freezing this night. In the morning, he thought. Then the hunt begins.

Dawn. Blake moved slowly through the low shrubs, watching the sky. He found a place where the view was relatively unobstructed and sat down to wait. He understood what Khalia had said about the griffon, and felt alive with the thrill of the chase. Although it was anything but a chase. Khalia looked about curiously as he just sat, then shrugged and nestled herself nearby. Blake had no choice. Essentially he was hunting a bird. True, a really big bird that could probably kill him handily, but nonetheless, a creature of flight and a hunter. He'd watched raptors innumerable times back on Earth. (He grinned at the words. Back on Earth. And just where were they now?) A winged creature had a distinct advantage over ground-based prey, being able to scan for food over a much wider area and attack virtually by surprise. He spread open the dun blanket that the shopkeeper had provided and covered himself with it, motioning to Khalia to join him. "We don't want it to mistake us for prey," he said with a smile. She grimaced but settled under the blanket with him.

Their bodies were touching, pressed together along their sides. He was aware as never before of her scent, a blend of cinnamon and vanilla and more, subtle and strange. It flowed through him and he let his gaze occasionally drift to her profile, noting again the shape of her cheek and lips and the smoothness of her skin. She glanced sideways at him and gave a small smile. "Is there anything you need, Master?" she said softly.

Yes, he thought. Yes, I need someone like you, I need my body against yours without this silly clothing. I need to taste your lips as our eyes watch each other. But he just shook his head and returned his gaze to the sky.

And then it was there. He saw it just before Khalia grasped his arm and pointed. Like a huge bird, but with a massive body and long tail. And four legs, tucked up under its chest. He hadn't seen where it came from, but it was now soaring in a wide lazy circle far above them. The two watched as it slowly rolled across the sky, and time passed without notice.

Without warning, the creature rolled sideways and tucked its wings in tight. It began plummeting to earth, just the tips of its wings extended for guidance as its speed increased. Forgetting his concern, Blake stood to watch as the griffon's dive began to level out close to the ground, maybe a mile away, and then it disappeared behind a small rise of land.

"Come on!" he cried, and snatching up his gear he began to run across the mountainside. Khalia sighed and followed, her expression a mix of emotions. As Blake neared the rise the thought occurred to him, Why the hell am I running? I've got a genie, couldn't she fly me there? Then the thought vanished as he neared the top and stopped, motioning for Khalia to do the same. He stood still for a moment, then began to cautiously move sideways along the rise for several hundred yards. When he was certain the wind was blowing straight towards them, he whispered to Khalia to be as silent as possible. Spear in hand, he crawled the remaining dozen or so feet to the crest and peeked over the edge.

In the gully, the griffon was feeding on the remains of some large animal. Blake stared, absorbing the sight. It was larger than a lion, more the size of a tiger, with exceptionally long talons. Its lionine body was covered in dark feathers except for the tail, which looked almost naked with its pale thick fur. The wings, feathered white and brown, were folded loosely against its body. The head was that of an eagle, an immensely large eagle with a beak fully two feet long and wickedly hooked. This it was using to rip into the carcass, gulping down chunks of the meat whole.

Khalia watched silently, her eyes moving from the beast to her Master and back. Blake lay still, the spear gripped tightly as he watched in silence.

Maybe an hour passed before the griffon stood back up on all fours. It stretched its paws like a cat, yawning widely and extending its wings wide only to ruffle and shake them as they refolded. Blake was thrilled. Each wing was at least ten feet long, the huge size needed to carry the beast's great weight. It raised its head and sniffed, and Blake lowered his head until he was as flat as posible behind the rise. The griffon's sharp bird eyes looked about, stopping as they stared straight at the spot where the hunter lay.

He stared into the great black eyes over the yellow blood-stained beak for an endless moment, his fingers sweaty on the spear shaft even in the cold air. Then the griffon broke its stare to look behind itself. It turned almost lazily and broke into a trot that would take it near him. Blake's heart was pounding. The griffon started to run and in a moment was hurtling along the ground and passing them. As it did, the great wings unfurled and gave one massive downstroke, accompanied by a mighty leap from its rear legs. Then it was in the air, the wings beating mercilessly as it slowly rose and turned against the mountainside, gaining altitude. Blake followed its climb and bit his lip. It was far over the treetops now and still climbing, heading back towards the mountains. He stood and shaded his eyes, watching it climb higher and higher to the purple peaks until it was lost against the great thrusting rocks.

He turned to Khalia with a smile, and she stared back at the tears that were in his eyes. "It has young," he said, turning to look again at the invisible creature. "It should have gone to roost, maybe settle in a tree to sleep after such a heavy meal. But it flew back to its nest. It has young, and it needs to feed them before the meal gets digested." He turned back to her and impulsively pulled her tight for a hug. "Thank you, Khalia," he whispered in her ear. "Thank you for this."

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia had watched the great beast devour its prey, her mind a jumble of the terrors her Master might have to face. The griffon indeed was much larger than most presume, and she wondered how her Master would conquor such a prize.

As they watched it rise above into the mountains, Khalia had to shield her eyes from the brightness of the sky. Suddenly, her Master's voice was in her ear, thanking her. Her body shivered at his touch, at his words, and she wondered at this strange phenomenon. She had felt this same feeling when they had lain together, and she had had to bite her lip to keep from trembling.

Now, she looked up into his eyes, misting slight with tears, and she felt a tenderness towards him that she had not felt before. He looked into her eyes for a long time, his hand squeezing her upper arm. Khalia had come to know the way of men and women. She had even been the object of lust for some of her Masters. Yet, she always fulfilled her duties with some measure of detachment. Now, she felt her body respond to the simple touch of her Master's hand on her arm.

They both heard a loud scream from up above, and their attention was brought upwards.

"She feeds her young," Khalia stated simply. "She warns others to stay away while she does. Will you take her young as well, Master?"

But Khalia did not receive an immediate answer to her question. Instead, her Master was already looking for a path up to the nest of the great beast. Quietly touching his shoulder, Khalia pointed towards a path that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Her Master glanced at her, with a smile of thanks, and started up the path.

As they made their way upwards, Khalia could almost feel her Master's excitement. He seemed light-footed, and to take the sometimes steep path easily. His mind was on the beast above, and the conquest to happen.

As Khalia glanced around at the sides of the path, she became alarmed. No, the signs were not good - there was trouble ahead. And it was Khalia's responsibility to protect her Master at all costs. When she spotted the mixture of rocks and plants piled in a certain way, her heart almost stopped. Rather, she quickly caught up to her Master and grabbed his arm. He turned on her, almost furiously, his eyes blazing at this interruption.

"Master, I beg pardon. But, look! See there? That pile of stones and brush?"

Her Master took a few steps back to look, a quizical look crossing his face.

"Master, the griffon is protected by the peoples who made this shrine. They have a name, but I believe in your world they are called 'dwarfs'. They are a fierce, warrior-like people. While shorter than you, they are tenacious fighters, killing men twice their height and three times their bulk. I fear for you, Master!"

He turned to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, before he returned his gaze to the "shrine". A look of cunning crossed his face, and she wondered what he thought.

 

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Blake

Blake was so excited he hardly noted the danger. He had seen it! A creature from out of myth, a real griffon! As the beast flew to its lair, he scrambled along the rocks, hoping to get close enough to see its nest without it noticing. He followed the path that Khalia had indicated, once again regretting that he had been swept into this wish-world so quickly that he hadn't even taken a camera.

The genie's warning about the dwarves gave him pause. There were certainly plenty of things in this world that would get him in trouble, if not killed. He had to remind himself that it wasn't just one creature, but a whole world full of unknown beings and beasts, with cultures and practices unknown to him. He stared at the signs that Khalia pointed out, the rocks and plants that looked totally normal to him, yet which she said were a territorial warning. Was she telling the truth? He dismissed that thought as quickly as it had come. She had given him no reason to think that she would lie. After all, she had led him to the griffon even though it was obvious what his intentions had been.

His intentions. Her earlier words came back to him: Will you take her young as well, Master? Blake looked at Khalia and saw the concern in her face. But there was more; there was a sadness for him, for what she saw him doing.

Of course, he thought. She didn't understand.

He took her arm gently and squatted. Taking her hands in his, he looked directly into her eyes. For a moment, his heart pounded at her beauty. Being so close was exhilerating, and he fought the impulse to take her face and kiss her.

"Khalia, I need to explain about me," he said. "You've seen my home, the trophies I've collected from around the world. You've guessed rightly that I've killed many animals. But what you don't know, couldn't know, is how I've tried to help the wild creatures, too. Just before we met, I had returned from an extended expedition to capture a rare seal, a species that is in serious danger of becoming extinct. Hopefully, my people will be able to start a successful breeding program for the seals, and save them from utterly vanishing."

He saw the uncertainty in her eyes. "You see, in my youth I thought that hunting and shooting animals was the best way to honor them. Man against nature, fighting the great beasts on their own terms. But, I've grown weary of it lately. The sense of purpose has faded, along with my reasons for the hunt. It seems I've just been using the same rationalizations to support what had become a habit."

Blake was almost talking to himself now. "I thought that by finding something new, a new challenge unlike anything ever before experienced, that I could reawaken those old feelings. But I discovered something else." He looked back at Khalia and drew closer. "Just seeing that creature was an absolute thrill for me. I forgot my misgivings. Just to see it, to see a part of nature that I'd never seen before, just the experience gave me a thrill as strong as anything I've been through before, stronger than facing down a charging tiger."

He stood, pulling her up with him. "I don't need to kill the griffon. I don't want to. I found that all I wanted to do was to see it, to know that I was in the same world with it." He looked up at the craggy peaks. "I wanted to learn all I could about it, to see how it lived, what the young look like... But not to take them. No, I'm beyond that. And I guess I got carried away. I realize it would be stupid to get closer to the nest, not this way. The last thing in the world I want to do is frighten the mother so she attacks and I'm forced to hurt it. Assuming I don't become her chick's next meal in the process," he said with a smile.

A light seemed to break over Khalia's face and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight, aware of her breasts pressing into his chest and the way her arms encircled him. He felt himself grow hard against her belly, partly from her nearness, partly from just a general feeling of excitement.

He leaned back and gazed at her, their noses mere inches apart. "I believe I have two more wishes coming to me?"

"Yes, Master," she breathed. "What would you like?"

He considered her for a moment. "Not yet. Let's go back down and make camp, have something to eat, and watch the stars tonight. I'm not quite ready for the next wish."

She seemed much happier now as they started down the mountain. He watched her as she bounced down the trail, noticing more than ever how ripe with womanhood she was.

 

[SexyChele]

At her Master’s words, Khalia’s anxiety eased. If her Master had wanted to take not only the griffon but also it’s young, she could only allow it. Now that he had spoken to her, she felt as though she understood him so much more. And the thought was comforting.

Her hands were still warm from the touch of him – or was that only her imagination? She recalled his eyes shining in front of her as he spoke to of his purpose, his mission. And she remembered his body against hers, his arms about her holding her close. As they made their way down the trail back to flatter ground, Khalia allowed a lift in her step, and she felt as she had when she was carefree in her father’s house. In fact, she had completely forgotten that she was walking in front of her Master, rather than behind him as was expected. She felt like singing – though she hadn’t done that for a long time. She moved with grace and lightness, yet something tortured her mind that she couldn’t quite grasp.

When they reached the flat land, Khalia set out food as she curiously watched her Master set up the lean to for shelter. Once he was seated, she brought him food and watched with satisfaction as he ate, his eyes still seeking out the place where the griffon had last been spotted.

The sun was easing its way down from the sky, turning the canopy above them brilliant hues. As the sun disappeared from sight, and the sky darkened, the wind whipped up from the valley below. Although protected from the winds by the lean to, the air was chilly and Khalia watched as her Master wrapped himself in the blankets. She wrapped her arms around her knees, preparing to keep watch.

“Khalia.”

She glanced over at her Master, and noticed he still had the blankets pulled aside. His gaze was steady and seemed to bore through her. Her heart thudding in her chest, Khalia stood and walked over to where he lay. Sinking gracefully to the ground, she slipped under the blankets and felt the warmth of his body next to hers. Khalia wondered if her Master could hear her heartbeats, or if they only thundered in her own ears. Looking at him from the corner of her eyes, she saw he was staring intently at the stars above and she moved her gaze to absorb the night sky, wondering if she would rest at all this night.

 

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Blake

He had never seen a night like this. Even in the remotest part of Africa, through the blackest nights, the stars had not shone with such silent ferocity as they did in that sky. The patterns were familiar for the most part, although he had never seen such a riot of colors, not only from the stars, but also from the nebulae and distant galaxies that he could never have seen before without a powerful telescope. Even the moon looked closer, its craters hugely visible and the shadows from its mountains appearing as crisp black lines on the grey-white surface.

"It's like the sky is a lens," he murmured to Khalia. "Enhancing the beauty of everything it sees." She was leaning against him and looking up, the blanket pulled tight in front of their bodies against the chill wind. His hand lay on her bare shoulder, her head resting against the inside of his arm. He glanced at her profile, so near to his own. Her eyes slowly lowered to meet his, and their gaze held for an unmeasurable moment. Blake slowly raised his hand and stroked the side of her face, tracing the contour to and across her lips.

He could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady. Her scent was of vanilla and apples, and her lips softly parted. He tightened his grip on her shoulder and pulled her forward to meet his kiss. Their lips touched softly at first, then firmer as her body melted against his. His hand slid down over her gown, across the firm globe of her breast to cup and press it upwards. He felt her nipple grow hard against his palm and he gripped it between finger and thumb, rolling it hard as he pulled it toward him. She gave a soft sound in his mouth, and he tasted her tongue and felt her hand on his thigh.

His hand dropped to her wrist, pulling it away from his leg as he leaned forward and forced her onto her back. Her legs were spread around his waist, and he ground his crotch unashamedly into her as he took her lips again with his. Her eyes were wide, with maybe a hint of fear. But her hips pushed back toward his as he thrust, and he lowered his head to take one nipple between his teeth, the thin cloth adding a raspy quality as he pulled back briefly and let it go with a snap, then opened his mouth wide to enclose the round soft tit. His other hand slipped to her face, fingers seeking out her mouth as her lips opened. One finger slid over her lips and they closed on it, Khalia now sucking hard in synch to his mouth on her breast. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his finger; his tongue responded against her nipple, flicking it like a hard bean in his mouth.

He looked up at her, seeing her half-closed eyes gazing back at him. "Khalia," he whispered.

"Yes, my Master," came her soft voice.

"I want my second wish."

A smile briefly touched the corner of her mouth. "You have but to ask, my Master."

"What I want is to make love to you," he said. "But that is not my wish." He rolled on his side next to her, the blanket covering their forms. His hand trailed between her breasts and cupped the near one. "There is almost too much beauty in this world," he continued. "But even though I am looking at you, and looking at the universe, I have yet to see the real beauty of the world. And I want to experience it all at once."

He looked up and she followed his gaze. The full moon shone down hugely on them.

"There," he said. "I always wanted to visit the moon, to look down upon the Earth and see it without borders, without politics. To see it as it really is, one interconnected vista of Nature." He shifted his gaze back to her and held it steadily. "My wish is to take you, to have you, completely uninhibited, on the surface of the moon."

 

[SexyChele]

When his hand stroked her face, Khalia took a sharp intake of breath. She had desired her Master, but in her position could not make her desires known. As his lips met hers, Khalia felt her heart leap and her body begin to tremble. His caress, his lips spoke of passion as yet unleashed, but also a gentleness Khalia had not yet known.

As her Master toyed with her breasts, causing her nipples to harden with his touch, she closed her eyes enjoying the feel of him. Not able to resist, she gently touched him, allowing her hands to run along his arms and across his back. Khalia still felt protective of him, and yet she felt herself willing to fall under his spell and give into his desires. Or was she merely giving in to her own desires? She blushed slightly at the thought of that.

His mouth on her breast caused a sigh to escape her lips. She instinctively arched her back, giving him even more access to her body. She wished suddenly the filmy robes she wore were not covering her body, and yet, his touched through the material only served to heighten the effect of his passion. Khalia felt herself yearning for him, wanting him, willing to do whatever was needed to bring him ultimate pleasure.

And then he pulled away. Khalia looked over at him as he lay on his back, his hand still caressing her. And then he told her his wish.

Khalia looked up at the great white orb that hung in the sky. Like a giant beacon, it shone its light upon them and the land they were in. Khalia looked once more at her Master, but no smile crossed his features. There was no teasing glance in his eyes. Khalia looked back up at the moon. It would be very well for her to be there – she could survive in any atmosphere and environment. But what of her Master? There was no oxygen on the moon, no gravity to hold him secure.

“Master, I shall grant your wish, naturally,” Khalia answered. “But your – human make-up makes it impossible for you to go as you are. I can change that to accommodate your wish, but there will be physical pain involved. It shouldn’t last but a few minutes and then be gone. If you are willing?”

He looked at her and his eyes could have pierced her very heart. He took her hand gently and squeezed it.

“I’m ready, Khalia. I am prepared.”

She peered at him closely, but she could not more resist granting him his wish than she could stop breathing. Holding his hand firmly, she grabbed the amulet between her breasts and spoke the ancient words in a mumble.

The world around them filled into a void – a perfectly white world, as though caught in a fog. She felt her Master’s hand grip hers tightly, and she knew the pain was upon him. She tried to squeeze back reassuringly, but there was a loud rushing sound that made speech impossible and Khalia could offer no words of encouragement. Suddenly, they seemed to be spinning, the whiteness around them had become deceptive, for they had no idea in what direction they travelled.

Just as quickly as it had come, the rushing sound ceased and was replaced by dead silence. Khalia felt the ground suddenly rise up to meet her. Falling heavily, her hand broke free of her Master’s and she panicked slightly.

“Master? Master are you there?”

Khalia heard grunts of pain, and knew his body was still making the transition. Gradually the whiteness lifted, and Khalia could see the fine sand and rocky texture that made up the moon. Slowly, Khalia stood up and glanced around. The atmosphere was a bit cool, but when she turned around, the site before her arrested her attention. There, before her, was the planet earth – its colors of brown and blue seeming to swirl before her eyes. Beyond, the sun shone its radiance, yet its warm was far away.

Khalia looked down and saw her Master lying on the ground. A slight grimace marred his appearance, and she bent down over him.

“Master? Are you alright? You are not in too much pain, are you?”

His groan answered her, and she grabbed him lightly by the shoulders, turning him around.

“I assure you, Master, this feeling will be gone within a few minutes. This is only your body responded to the change of conditions. But – look!”

She watched as her Master eyes took in the sight before him, and Khalia hoped this was what he had wished for. He stumbled forward, as though he would walk to it. His arms were outstretched at his side and we walked as though in a trance. Khalia quickly stepped up behind him.

“Master? Is this what you had wanted? Is this how you wanted to view the world?”

“Yesh, Khalia, it is. But there is still part of my wish unfulfilled!”

Khalia lowered her head slightly and blushed.

“Yes, Master, I know.”

 

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Blake

He staggered to his feet, every muscle screaming in pain. The transformation had been far from easy, but even as he realized what had happened, the pain began to lessen. Blake raised his eyes to Khalia’s, then saw the smooth white peaks in the distance, their edges knifing against the black sky as though only a score of yards away. Then his eyes saw the upside-down crescent above him and all thoughts of pain vanished.

There hung the Earth, a blue and white crescent against the void. The bulk of its dark side blotted out a patch of stars, but also hid the sun and allowed the rest of the distant lights to shine like a blazing splash of glowing sand grains. From this distance, even the gleam of light from the planet’s mightiest cities was nearly illegible.

And then there was the silence. Not a whisper of movement, not a touch of air, no distant rumble of highway or hum of insects; an absolute lack of sound that made him strain harder, by instinct, to hear what did not exist. Just his own heartbeat thudding slowly in his ears and the faint echo of his own breathing.

He looked up again at the Universe, his arms spreading of their own volition. Never had his existence seemed so insignificant, so incredibly miniscule and yet so necessary. He was what he saw, the stuff of stardust, with all of existence. Despite the magical adjustment to his body, he felt weightless, ready to be swept away on the cosmic breeze. His face flushed with a sudden rush of emotion and he sighed.

A footstep now sounded as the genie slowly approached through the soft gray dust. He turned to her, seeing the concern on Khalia’s face melt into understanding as she saw the moisture in his eyes. “Master? Is this what you had wanted?” she asked. “Is this how you wanted to view the world?”

“Yes, Khalia, it is,” he said, raising his hand toward her. “But there is still part of my wish unfulfilled.”

She blushed beautifully and lowered her eyes. “Yes, Master, I know.” She carefully took his hand, and he pulled her close.

He stepped behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, the touch of her body the only thing keeping him anchored. His head touched hers and he spoke near her ear. “Look at it,” he whispered. “Look at our world.” He hugged her tight and pressed his lips against her neck, his eyes still on the small planet motionless in the sky. He pulled her tight, his erection powerful and solid against her backside. Sound and scent shouldn’t travel on the airless moon, but after all, this was magic. That was what her smell was, he thought as his lips grazed against her neck. The scent of magic, and it was intoxicating.

Her bottom was slowly rotating and pressing back at him, and his hands slid up to brazenly clutch her breasts, heaving them up on top of her chest as her head fell back on his shoulder. He found her nipples easily, twin peaks jutting from the so-soft globes. He squeezed them once and released, then gripped them hard between finger and thumb as he pulled outward, her breasts hovering below the outstretched tips as she gasped and slid her ass along his cock, its length sliding up and down between the taut cheeks.

Blake’s left hand gripped her shoulder and pulled down, the thin material ripping along her arm as one breast fell free. H e cupped it quickly, finally touching her bare nipple. Her face turned to him and his mouth found hers, both open and with tongues darting out. Passion overwhelmed him at her taste, and he slid his other hand down her firm belly, pushing her silks aside as it slipped underneath and down, through the soft patch of fur until he suddenly found her moist cleft. One finger dove between her nether lips and was instantly engulfed in slick heat. He pressed farther as her hips arched, her voice a soft cry in his mouth. His finger crooked and entered, embedding itself to the second knuckle inside her pussy, taking that wetness out again to slide up to the hard nub of her clit and rub that wetness around it before diving back inside.

Their faces separated, their eyes staring deep into each other’s as his fingers continued their dance, sliding along the edge of her pussy, squeezing the sodden lips, dipping inside for a fresh supply of lubricant that he pulled from deep inside her to rub again along the side of her clit. His head lowered as her body twisted, his mouth finding her breast and his tongue trailing along its edge to the tip, sucking the pink crinkled nipple deep into his mouth as his fingers continued sliding in and out of her. Two fingers now, both literally holding her up as they frigged deep in her pussy, his teeth pulling on her nip as his tongue lashed and licked along its sensitive tip. He held her tightly upright as her body began to shake, and a rising sound came from her throat in a series of increasing gasps.

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia was used to pleasing, accustomed to being used, so she was unprepared for the tenderness her Master was showing towards her. His firm, yet gentle touch, on her body was an experience she had played witness to with other people, and suddenly she became aware of just how pleasant this experience between men and women could be.

Willing, Khalia gave her body over to her Master. She felt her body molding itself against the firm contours of the strong man who held her. His fingers pressing into her sex, the tiny nub of pleasure being stroked and rubbed until she felt her body flush and her mind go blank except for the feel of this man before her. When her orgasm washed over her body, she clung to him, moaning and crying out into his mouth. Her body quivered and spasmed, and she gave in its need. Her Master gripped her hard, his strength only adding to her pleasure.

As his tongue washed over her nipple, his lips sucking at the hard peaks, Khalia reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him towards her. She felt more than saw her Master sink to his knees, keeping his lips firmly on her nipples. Bending over him, Khalia allowed her hands to stroke his back, her nails lightly raking his skin over his shirt. Pulling it from his pants, Khalia worked the material of his shirt over his head, feeling anxious when his lips left her breast. Bending down, taking his face between her hands, Khalia looked into her Master’s eyes and smiled. Lightly stroking his face, she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, and felt his hands encircle each of her wrists. Stepping away from him, she continued to smile and stopped when she was out of hands reach.

Reaching up under her curtain of raven hair, she untied the strings that held the cloth that covered her breasts. Never taking her eyes off of her Master, Khalia slowly let the material fall from her body. Her breasts were full, and felt heavy with desire. Reaching up, Khalia pressed the underside of her breasts, pushing them upwards as her fingers found the nipples and began to squeeze and twist the tender, engorged flesh. Bending her head, Khalia was able to reach out with her tongue and gently flick her tongue across one nipple, sighing and moaning as she did so. She glanced at her Master and was delighted as she watched him stroke the bulge between his legs.

Releasing her nipple, Khalia arched her back, allowing her breasts to stand out provacatively. She reached around, quickly undoing the many ties that held the layers of silk around her waist. Softly, they floated into a colorful cloud at her feet and stepped from them, allowing her Master to view her body completed. Although thin, Khalia’s hips swelled nicely from her tiny waist, and the dark triangle between her thighs glistened with her juices.

Walking securely to her Master, Khalia reached out her hands and quickly undid his pants, her lips reaching up to meet his. She felt his hands everywhere and nowhere all at once. Her fingers closed around his erection, and she marveled at the size and the say it curved in her hand. The tip was already moist with pre-cum, which Khalia spread about over the tip. Sinking to her knees, her hands caressing the skin of his ass and thighs, Khalia gently licked the hard shaft in long strokes. Nuzzling into his balls, her mouth working over the sac, she heard him gasp. Moving up, she closed her lips around the head, sucking it into her mouth, letting her tongue move along the sensitive underside.

“Khalia, if – if you keep that up, won’t be able to do what I truly want with you..”

Releasing his cock from between her lips, Khalia smiled up at her Master, and rose slowly.

“Yes, Master. Then, perhaps you would like to lie down?”

“Where, Khalia? All is dust here…”

“Why, over there, Master.” Khalia reached up and placed her lips to his ear. “I understand that location provides the best view.”

Her Master looked at her quickly, and Khalia let a giggle escape. Taking his hand, they walked the few steps to where a soft, plush, thick blank was spread. Gently guiding him, Khalia encouraged her Master to lie on his back. He looked at her quizically.

“Master, I believe your wish was to have me while being able to look at the world. In this way, you should get all that you asked for.”

Khalia straddled his body, and slowly, gently, teasingly lowered herself onto his rock hard cock.

 

[captainb]

Blake

A dark pleasure rose inside Blake as Khalia swirled and moved before him. Images of sheiks and harems, Hollywood visions of Near East decadence, melted and swirled within him as she danced. Yes, he thought, this is how it was, how it is meant to be. The belly dancers and slave girls had been taught how to move, how to entice and provoke, how to show their pleasure in their own bodies and that of their masters. Khalia swayed to her own internal music, the sheer silks wafting around her body with her movements, falling slowly about her as she freed herself from their fragile confines. Her body was wonderfully full, he noted. Her waist, so deceptively tiny that he imagined his hand could fit around it, swelled below into womanly hips, round and firm with silent promise. Her breasts... such breasts would be the envy of any mortal woman. Full and ripe, heavy with their own maturity but still firm, riding high on her chest as her fingers teased their contours. As she touched him and took him into her mouth, he shivered in ecstacy, barely able to contain his excitement. She sensed it and allowed herself to draw away from her ministrations, guiding him to a pile of soft blankets and laying him back. He watched in awe as she straddled him and slowly, maddeningly lowered herself onto his erection, stopping only when he was half inside.

She was upright on her knees, their only connection the few inches of himself that were embedded inside her body. He looked up at her, over the soft swell of her belly, up to her breasts, jutting over him and framing her face. Beyond her head was the glorious globe of Earth, its thin bow of illumination like a halo around her head. She gazed back at him, a hint of a smile playing along the edge of the cupid's bow of her lips. Then she clenched his cock. He gasped as her internal muscles gripped and released him, massaging him with only the barest outward sign of movement. Raising up slightly, she allowed him to nearly escape, but her pussy caught him just at the tip, squeezing the sensitive head and then literally sucking him back into her. Again she settled on him, lowering herself with incredible slowness. His jaw clenched in concentration, forcing himself not to slam his hips upward and drive himself home inside her. This is my wish, and it will never happen like this again. So he lay still and watched and felt and allowed Khalia to settle on his body until he was finally buried completely in her pussy.

Now he allowed himself to move, rotating his hips and grinding their crotches together. His hands rose to rest on her hips, feeling the thin layer of cool sweat that was starting to form on her. He slipped around to grip her ass, large and smooth under his palms. Pulling her forward, she leaned on her arms, her breasts now hanging over him, the nipples grazing through the hair on his chest. He leaned forward and drew one into his mouth, feeling the hard tip against his tongue as he sucked hard, her body pressing forward in response. Her hips started to move and his responded in kind, his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her, the lubrication of her sex now flowing freely and exciting them both further. He clamped tighter on her nipple, biting it softly in his arousal. She cried out and he thought he had hurt her, but she only pressed harder into his mouth, softly urging him on in that direction. He switched to her other tit and drew it hungrily into his mouth, his fingers at her other wet nipple, squeezing and pulling hard now. Her hips bucked faster, slamming hard into him to meet his rising thrusts.

She's magnificent, he thought. Such moves, some things can't be taught. She's just this naturally good. With a cry she straightened on his body, her nipple popping out of his mouth. She ran her hands through her hair, eyes closed, then smiled and leaned backward. Her legs spread wide, and he looked down to where his cock disappeared between her labia, wide and swollen with her own desire. She grinned, a surprisingly dirty expression on her face as she began rotating her hips again. Now they both had unobstructed views, able to watch their sexes fucking each other and see their faces at the same time. The dim Earthlight shone on their bodies, and he was momentarily distracted by the sheer insanity of their situation, naked, laying unprotected on a blanket on the surface of the moon, the only living things with a quarter million miles.

An urge seized him, and he lunged forward, his body suddenly on top of hers. He slowly pulled his cock out, marvelling at how shiny it was with her juices. She spread her legs wide, urging him to re-enter her. But he held his cock just above her pussy, rubbing the tip around the swollen tip of her clit, peeking out from its hood in desire. He raised his cock up, then slapped its length down along her slit, catching her clit against the fat tip. She gasped and licked her lips, and he slapped it against her again, and again. Her clit seemed to swell even more, her pussy lips literally hanging open in wet arousal. He gripped behind her knees and pulled her legs up and apart, exposing her pussy completely. A thin trail of clear moisture was running between the crack of her ass cheeks, and he lay his cock against her pink puckered hole. Without saying a word, her eyes pleaded with him to continue, and he leaned forward to slowly begin pushing at this virgin territory.

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia took her time with this man. She wanted to entice, to tease, and above all, to bring this man more pleasure than he had ever known.

And now, he knelt above her, legs pushed high and wide, exposing her to him. Even in the still air surrounding them, she could feel the wetness of her juices flowing from her body. In her heart, she felt only lust and desire. And need - raw, open need.

As she felt him push the swollen head of his cock against her tiny rosebud, she gasped - part in fear, part in anticipation. Reaching around her legs, she stroked his thighs, pulling him towards her, aching with need.

Looking into her eyes, his lust rising to the surface, she felt him push forward, straining the tight ring of muscles of her most delicate opening. She grimaced slightly, crying out before her own lust consumed her body.

"More, more," she whisper, tugging at his thighs.

"Yes? You want more?" His voice was edged with lust, as he pushed deeper into her, until the head of his cock burst through the ring of muscles and he found himself inside her tight opening.

Khalia gasped for breath, her eyes closed, her lips partly open. Her mind concentrated on the fullness stretching her ass open, as she tried to regain her breathing. It took only a few moments, before she was once again pulling on his thighs, urging him forward, deeper.

And he responded by inching his cock ever deeper into her. She moaned out to the sky, running her hands along his body, feeling the contours of his body, and enjoying him. He began to pump a steady beat into her ass, and Khalia felt her body responding to him. She tried to move against him, but found she was held motionless. She squirmed beneath him, trying to urge him to continue.

Her ass felt like it was on fire - and yet the sensations were so very pleasant. Her Master let go her legs, letting them drape around his shoulders, as he pressed forward, putting his hands on either side of her head. He lowere his head, speaking into her ear, causing shivers to to course down her body.

She felt truly owned, and the feeling was intoxicating. Khalia wiggled and moved beneath him, her eyes looking into his, telling him with words she could not express...

 

[captainb]

He trembled, impaled deeply inside Khalia. He lay his head against her cheek and hunched forward, driving himself the last few inches into the impossibly tight hole. His fingers gripped her hair, and the scent of her filled his nostrils. “Take me,” he whispered into her ear. “Take all of me, all of my cock inside you.” Her nails dug into his back, raking his skin down to his ass and back up. She writhed below him, gasping incoherently with each of his thrusts.

She felt looser now as she grew accustomed to his size. Her hips rotated against his, and he grimaced as her muscles clenched him, surrounding his cock with a vicelike grip. He started taking longer strokes, lifting his face to watch hers from inches away. Tiny droplets of sweat had formed on them both, and her pupils were dilated, looking at and through him as he drove his incredibly hard length in and out of her ass. He felt a warm smoothness flow over them both, and the realization that it was coming from her pussy, swollen and flowing in red-hot lust out of her engorged lips to coat their coupling, sent a rush of fire down his spine.

His cock felt huge. He leaned on his elbows and lowered his head, sucking one of her nipples hard into his mouth. His teeth clamped along its stiff rubbery edge, biting as hard as he dared as he pulled back. Khalia groaned as her tit was stretched below her distended nipple, and he washed its edge with quick swipes of his tongue before letting it go with a snap, watching the brief bounce of her breast before diving onto the other one.

He settled back on his heels, two inches of his cock steel-hard between them before disappearing into her ass. Her pussy was liquid under his fingers. He probed deeply, inserting three fingers up into her. She clutched her breasts as he wiggled his fingers inside the smooth spongy walls, his thumb reaching up to rub along the engorged clitoris that peeked out. Her movements in response excited him, and he began sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt, enjoying the tactile lust as it spread over his hand and cock. He started rocking harder into her, really fucking her ass now as his fingers continued exploring. I get more of my wishes fulfilled than she realizes! he grinned, watching her begin to tremble and toss her head.

He switched hands and brought the wet fingers to his mouth, tasting her musky sweetness. He held them to her mouth, and she fastened her lips over his fingers and sucked hungrily, twisting her nipples hard as her breathing increased. Then she bit hard and gasped, her hips bucking under him as a fresh flow literally poured out of her pussy, coating his thrusts in silicon-like smoothness.

 

[SexyChele]

Khalia's body felt as though it were on fire. Her Master's murmurings to take his cock fully into her ass cause a flood of excitement to wash over her body. She felt her self relax, pushing out against him, allowing him further access to her tightest entrance.

She felt his cock sliding in and out of her, his lips, tongue, and teeth toying and playing with her breasts. Khalia was no longer in control - nor did she want to be. This moment of shared passion was one she hoped would not end too soon. She opened her eyes, but everything was off focus - soft, yet with an edge to it. She felt his skin under her fingers, the sheen of sweat covering him, the muscles moving just beneath the skin. As her hands made their way down to his firm ass, she gripped him hard, pushing him to her.

Her moans escaped in small gasps in time with his thrusts. Khalia felt her pussy responding, it's moisture increasing, running from her body.

And suddenly his lips let loose her nipple, and she focused her eyes. He was sitting back now, her legs draped along his hips, still sliding his hard cock in and out of her ass. She gasped as she felt his fingers fill her, then groaned as his thumb swept over her clit. Khalia grabbed at her tits, quickly finding the nipples. Twisting, pulling, pinching, giving herself the pleasurable pain that made her moan even more.

Her Master was working his cock and fingers at opposites, so Khalia only felt a steady pounding of her sex and ass. His thumb started to rub quickly over her clit, alternating between gentle and hard. Khalia felt her body begin to tremble, and her hips began to buck towards him.

"Yes, my Master! Oh, yes! More, more, please!"

As her Master rubbed her clit fast and hard, Khalia felt herself being taken over the edge and into the abyss. Her body writhed and bucked, suddenly wanting him to drive deep into her. She grabbed her nipples and pulled hard, twisting and rolling the firm flesh between her fingers.

She cried out her orgasm to the stars above them, yet no echo returned. Yet, even as Khalia began to float back to where her Master was, her body continued to writhe - her Master had not yet let up on her clit.

"Master, oh please! I'm so, so very sensitive!"

"Again, Khalia! I want you to cum again! Cum with me this time!"

The pressure on her clit was almost more than she could bear, but she could not refuse her Master. Khalia bit her lip, rotating her hips around the cock and fingers buried inside of her. She reached down and grasped his thighs, pushing herself onto him, feeling him go into her further than he had.

He movements became faster, his hips began banging against her, and she knew he was close. Khalia relaxed under his thumb, absorbing the sensitivity of her clit, and feeling only the pleasure.

Once more her body trembled, as her body began to writhe under her Master's touch.

"Yes, Master! Oh yes!"

 

[captainb]

Watching Khalia's orgasms wash over her was ecstatic torture. Her head was thrown back, her body arched and breasts thrust out and up as she gripped them tightly, rolling and pulling hard on her stiffened nipples. A flush swept over her chest and she cried out incoherently, her hips bucking out of control as a fresh wetness poured over his fingers, sliding effortlessly deep inside her cunt. Her clit was hard, sticking up and away from her pussy as his thumb rubbed along its side and circled the tip.

Blake had never experienced such a display of unabashed lust. His hips picked up speed, hammering his cock deeply into her ass as her body began to writhe again. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and smeared the warm liquid over one of her nipples. Gripping a wrist in each of his powerful hands, he spread her arms wide against the lunar surface, reaching down to suck the shiny nipple hard between his teeth. The taut bit of pink flesh stretched as he pulled back, looking at her face as she watched him. Her mouth was open, gasping under the relentless reaming, and as their eyes met she groaned loudly, her eyes fluttering and rolling back.

She came violently, banging her hips frantically against his thrusts. He nearly bit too hard in his excitement, but she didn't seem to mind after the brief pain passed. The taste of her was all over him, the sweat from her skin, her pussy-taste on her nipples... Suddenly, he knew his orgasm was imminent. He sat back hard, his cock popping out of her ass and smacking against his stomach. Before Khalia could react, he pulled her up to a sitting position and swiped his hand along her swollen labia, coating his fingers in her lubricant. He gripped his cock and squeezed, the tip swelling into a shiny purple knob. His balls pulsed hard, desperate for release. "Do it," he gasped. "Grab it, jerk me off!"

Her hands flew up to grasp his erection, fingers barely able to wrap around its thickness. She started pumping, her hand twisting expertly as she jacked him off. Her eyes were fixed on his cock, watching as the head throbbed and swelled in front of her. She opened her mouth, waggling her tongue before it as a brief spray of pre-cum spattered against her cheek. Then his hips began to move on their own and he grabbed her hair, thrusting into her hand as the first burst of ejaculate ripped out of him and blasted across her lips and hair. She jerked her head back involuntarily, and the second stream shot past her head, the thick stringy rope twisting and tumbling stickily as it sailed at least thirty feet before soundlessly splatting into the fine gray dust.

But they hardly noticed. He'd never cum like this before, such a pure release of his lust. Her hand continued sliding up and down his cock in a blur, and with each stroke it seemed another geyser of star-white cum poured onto his genie's gleaming sweat-soaked body and face.