Your Wish, My Command

Khalia was pleasantly amazed at the her Master's response to her hands stroking his cock. Her pleasure intensified as she felt his lust streak across her face and body. Her eyes closed, her tongue ready to receive him. The taste of him sweet on her lips.

When finally he was drained, he sat back breathing heavy, a smile crossing his lips. Khalia smiled back, sweeping up her Master's cum with her fingers then sucking it from them, her eyes never leaving his. She watched as his eyes soaked up her body, and she smiled with delight as he watched her rub his lust into her body.

Crawling to him on her hands and knees, she reached up and took his face between her hands. First looking into his eyes, she returned his smile, before she eagerly kissed him, trying to let him know just how pleased she was. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling to him, and she trembled. Her fingers played along his spine, until his lips released hers and he gently called her name.

"Khalia. Look. Just look at it."

She turned, and saw that he pointed towards the Earth, so huge in front of them. She settled back into his arms, feeling his warmth against her back, and smiling at his excitement.

"Yes, Master, it is truly a wondrous sight, is it not?"

Together they sat, admiring the great expanse of greens and blues. She listened eagerly as he pointed out shapes of continents to her, and she realized that she was happy. A dangerous feeling for a genie to feel with a Master, yet she allowed herself this brief moment for the time being.

"Master? I do believe you have one more wish to be fulfilled. That is, if you feel this one has been completed?" She turned and smiled at him, liking the feel of his arms around her.
 
One more wish? He'd almost forgotten about that. What more on earth could he possibly want? He grinned at the unintended pun. He hugged Khalia closer, letting the warmth from her body melt into his, and gazed into the endless black sky.

A peace settled over him as he beheld the Earth, hanging motionless over the horizon. Television and photographs could never do justice to this image, he realized. The continents had names, yes, and he could even pick out some individual countries by their coastlines and the different colors of vegetation. But he had to work at that. Staring at the planet itself yielded a different answer. The clouds ignored political boundaries, swirling their tempests across the surface without care for what lay underneath. From this distance, there was nothing that showed that humanity had ever set foot on the world, no trace of construction or pollution, no mark that any of the thousands of years of history or the uncounted millennia of prehistory had made the slightest difference to the world's existence. There might be the faintest twinkle of lights if the dark side could be viewed, but it would be lost in the reflected light from the moon itself. If Man had never existed, the view would still be unaltered from what they saw.

"If nature has made you a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart. And though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that." He sighed deeply, a wave of regret rising in his chest as Burnett's words rose unbidden. My heart has always felt empty, and I have tried to keep my hands full, he thought. I've taken from the Earth, and have truly given back nothing. The zoo, the foundations... how much of that would be necessary without the actions of myself and others against the planet? What more do I want? What could I want?

"Master?" Khalia's voice was troubled. She hesitantly raised a hand to stroke his cheek and he felt wetness on her fingers. He blinked back his tears and looked at her, unashamed of his emotions for the first time. A smile washed over his face. There was something in his heart after all, he realized. She looked puzzled, but couldn't keep the returning smile from her lips.

"Yes, I do have a final wish," he said softly, brushing her hair back and stroking the smooth skin along her neck. "But not quite yet." He cupped her jaw and brought her lips up to meet his. At the touch, a spark rippled through his body and his arms encircled her, tightening their grip as their bodies pressed together. He felt himself swiftly harden again as he squeezed the firm cheeks of her bottom in his hands. She cocked an eyebrow and winked, and with a silent twinkle their bodies were cleansed of the old sweat and grime of lovemaking, the field ripe for new planting. He lifted her up above him, her body feather-light in the lunar gravity. Khalia's breasts slowly swayed above his head as he held her completely aloft above his prone body, and she laughed in delight. Her hair slowly flowed around her face, and for an instant he saw her against the backdrop of the universe, a free spirit of the world as she had every right to be. He tightened the muscles in his groin and his cock stood proudly erect, straining up at her body as she was carefully lowered. He held her just above his slowly throbbing erection, letting the tip delicately caress the wet pink tissues of her sex. For a moment they were motionless and looked at each other in silent awe, their bodies only touching though his hands on her waist and his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Then he flexed and pushed her down, driving himself into her cunt in one mind-shattering stroke, burying himself up to the hilt inside her liquid fire.
 
Her Master's tears concerned her, for her only goal was to please him and grant to him whatever it was he wished for. As he grabbed her and held her above him, she was at first taken by surprise. Unable to control herself, Khalia laughed - she free, yet she felt bound, the the feeling was intoxicating!

As he lowered her body onto him, she gasped as he entered her fully. Her pussy lips were still swollen, her sex wet and eager. She reached out to clutch his shoulders, bracing herself for the fullness she felt. His hands did not leave her waist, but began to move her body, encouraging her to meet his thrusts.

She bent forward, her lips caressing his brow, then smiled into his eyes. Her fingers tightened against his shoulders, and she began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly grinding on his cock. She felt his hands move slowly up her body until they cupped her breasts, the thumbs seeking out the nipples. She groaned against his cheek before she raised herself up, allowing him to view her entire body. His hands stayed on her breasts as she ran her fingers over his body, her hips now rotating in circles, feeling his cock fill her even more.

His finger pinching and twisting her nipples brought a groan to her lips. She brought her hands to his, urging him to press harder. Khalia began to raise her hips, moving up and down, then side to side, all the while watching his face, his eyes.

Khalia had known many men, yet for some reason she was feeling an attachment to this one that she knew bordered on the dangerous. It wasn't wise to become too attached to her Masters, this she knew. But something about this Master's gentleness, coupled with urgency, drew her to him. She knew when it came time for him to dispose of her, there would be an emptyness in her heart.

Yet, for now, she was willing to risk the hurt.This,now, with him, feeling him moving within her, her body teasing and pleasing him, was the only thing in Khalia's world at the moment. And she was determined to enjoy it.

She rocked her body over his, her movements increasing until he moved his hands down to her hips, slowing her movements. She looked at him questioningly, afraid she had not met with approval.

"Slowly, Khalia," he smiled at her. "We should both enjoy this."

She reached forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, then smiled at him.

"Yes, Master, we should."
 
Her hips began to gently rock again, sliding his erection side to side inside her as she bore down with her muscles. Blake watched her breasts softly sway in the minimal gravity. It was surreal; her hair floated crazily as her head moved, and her breasts bounced to their own rhythm, barely able to keep up with the steady bouncing of her body. She stopped and sat up straight. He felt the length of his cock stretching fully inside her belly as she gazed down at him over her erect nipples. Then a grin touched her lips and she squeezed his cock.

This was no ordinary squeeze. He breathed deeply as her internal muscles kicked into high gear, the true intent of belly dancing suddenly becoming clear. Her stomach contracted and rolled, the smoothness of the contractions belying the massaging effect she was doing to his rod. Ripples of firm flesh kneaded his length, working from the base up to the tip and down one side, seeming to roll around and come back up again, the sensation like being sucked and squeezed but also like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He reached up and palmed her tits, their soft solid mass spilling out from his fingers and her nipples poking between his fingers. He squeezed his fingers together hard, watching in pleasure as a look of ecstatic pain washed over her beautiful face. He pulled hard on the stiff pink tips, and she leaned forward with an audible cry, digging her nails into his chest as her hips began to writhe against his crotch.

Incredibly, her wetness increased. Her cunt was virtually frictionless now; only the continual squeezing of her pussy muscles provided the hot sliding sensation they both desperately craved. Khalia fell forward onto him, her body surrendering control as she gave in to another orgasm, shuddering against him as wave upon wave of contractions enveloped them both. He felt his cock swell again, and his hips lifted them both completely off the ground as his cum jetted deep inside her. Again and again he pounded upwards, solidly smacking his body against hers as he spewed his seed into her body for an endless moment.

For a time they both lay in each other’s arms, their scent and taste strong as their heartbeats slowed. He kissed her deeply, then tenderly, then just hugged her under the black sky.

The earth hung above them both as he looked over her shoulder and ran his hands along the smooth length of her body. He realized that he finally knew what he wanted for his last wish. He just hoped that she would understand.
 
She lay cradled in his arms, her heart still pounding, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She felt his arms about her, felt his body pounding from his own racing heart. As he held her tight, she snuggled into him more deeply. She knew she should stay detached - after all, when his wishes were granted, she would be given over to another Master. Yet, she found she could not help herself. She felt herself becoming tied, and knew when the time to separate came, it would be painful, even for her.

She stared up into the still air, the earth's glow dimming the stars only slightly. She felt her Master pull her close and she turned her head to meet his kiss. In it, she felt the passion they had shared and tenderness as well. She hugged him to her, giving her body as an offering to him.

As they parted, she looked up at him, yet his eyes were fastened on the earth hovering over them. Khalia shifted herself against his side until her head was on his shoulder.

"Master, have I satisfied you wish?" She asked, taking his hand and gently kissing each finger. "And if I have, are you ready for your third wish?"

She almost hated the idea of the third and final wish, yet she also knew it was her destiny and she was prepared to follow it through.
 
The concept was clear. The hard part was assembling the words into something coherent.

He was laying back, Khalia's head on his chest and his hand resting on her hair. A peace and completeness he had never known before settled over him like a warm blanket.

“My wish,” he murmured, and Khalia stirred against him in expectation. He stared at the motionless Earth above them and began to talk quietly, almost to himself.

“Everything seems so clear now. My life, my dreams, the goals I set for myself and then thought that I exceeded.” He shook his head. “None of it mattered. Ultimately, I did more harm than good. My supposed nobility of taking the animals out of the wild to protect them… I knew what I was really doing. I knew what the bottom line was, and it was profit. I even convinced myself for a time that it was the truth, that nature could best be saved by putting it in a glass jar, locked behind steel bars. I moved through the world, taking what I pleased and giving nothing back. And convincing everyone that it was all for the greater good. Well, not everyone.” He grinned ruefully. “There were those who saw through me and tried to fight back. But I knew how to handle them. Oh yes, they were handled.”

He fell silent. Khalia watched him uncertainly, and seemed almost ready to speak when he started again. “I don’t want it anymore. There is nothing left for me now, nothing left to do. I see that planet there, its oceans and storms and swaths of land, and I see serenity and peace. A natural melding of life and rock and water that cannot be improved, that exists in its best form because it is. We can be so arrogant to think that the Earth needs our help, when we are the cause of so much of its agonies.”

Blake sat up, staring ahead. “I’ve never known a completeness like I’m feeling now, a realization that I, we, are truly one with the universe. It sounds trite, but the message is so true.” He turned to Khalia, seeing her as if for the first time. He touched her face. “We are just starstuff, you and I. I’ve lived my life and it’s only now that I discover what is really important. The world, the universe… you.”

He slowly nodded. “I do have one wish left. But there is absolutely nothing that I want anymore. If I could stay here, on this barren gray rock, I would be content to see the wonder of it all until my eyes finally closed. I’m content with what and who I am at this moment. And I can live or die with that and be at peace.”

He cupped the genie’s face in his hands and bent to kiss her lips. The touch was soft, the brushing of flesh more intimate than their passionate coupling not long before. “I know you must deal with the final wish,” he whispered to her. “It is your nature. But I sincerely do not want it. So if the wish is mine, then I shall do with it what I will. And I give it to you.”

He glanced at Khalia’s stunned expression, then stood up. “You have given me so much, this… this gift of realizing my place, the true order of things. What’s really important.” He paced around the blanket, small soft clouds of dust slowly settling behind his feet. “Everything you are, your essence, has been molded into giving. You make wishes come true, no matter how outlandish the wish may be. It’s what you must do because of what you have become. While I… I have done nothing but take.” He stopped and stared at the black sky. “I’ve taken so much that I want nothing more.” Blake glanced at her briefly. “Well, almost nothing. But nothing that I want to wish for.”

Khalia found her voice. “But Master, you must…” She breathed deeply. “As I told you when we met, you can choose to delay your wish, but my powers will begin to fade and I may not be able to fulfill it when you finally desire a wish. If you do not make your final wish, I…” Her voice died as she collected her thoughts.

Blake knelt before her and took her hands. “You also said that if my desire is for you to grant another’s wish, that you would comply,” he said gently. “This is my desire. I desire you… to have the final wish.”
 
Khalia

His words left her mind in turmoil. Khalia had seen where many Masters had given their wishes to friends, to family, to others to be squandered away as if playing a game. Perhaps it was just a game and nothing more?

She looked into her Master’s eyes, trying to read his ultimate meaning there, but could find nothing which would give her a clue. What was her wish? What would she desire above all else? She remembered back thousands of years ago, when she first entered the blue vaporous void inside the bottle. She had wanted her family, her life restored to her. Yet, with each Master, she had played witness to the world and its growth. Khalia had seen love, hate, jealousy, cruelty, and kindness. She bowed her head slightly as she realized she had been the cause of many of these of feelings in others.

A slight pressure on her hands caused her to look into her Master’s eyes. She smiled at him. Of all the Masters she had known, he had challenged her and treated her with a depth of human emotion she had not thought possible to feel ever again.

“Well, Khalia? What is your answer?” Her Master’s voice urged her to make a decision.

Bringing his hands to her lips, she brushed her lips over them. She rested her cheek against them and felt their warmth.

“Master, my ultimate happiness is to be free of the hold the bottle has over me.” Khalia raised her head, and looked once more into his eyes. “I should like to stay with you, if that be your desire. However, only as my Master can you set me free.”

Her fingers played nervously with his, as she remembered what she knew about freedom.

“Only a Master can set one in the bottle free,” she began. “To do so is more simple than one imagines, but can take more courage than facing a lion in the wilderness. The key to release is already in your heart, Master, if you so desire it. The power to hold, set free, or cast away has always been yours. How strongly does your heart speak to you?”

She held her breath, knowing her freedom lay in his hands, his heart. She knew the key, but the desire to find it was something only he could do.
 
Blake

He peered closely as he digested her words. Khalia’s silently searched his eyes, then dropped her gaze to his hand, held almost fearfully in hers.

Blake knelt in front of her. “What my heart speaks to me is that I want… I want to be with you,” he said, the words forming in his mind as he spoke. “But I will not wish for that. If I did, part of me would always wonder if it was truly meant to be that way. No, I will not wish to have you. But I will tell you that if I could have anything in the world…” He looked up. “Anything in the universe, now and forever, then I would have you be with me. As my friend, my companion, my lover... Not just so you could be free, but so you could be happy. Because that would make me happy. It's just that simple.”

He stroked her hair as her eyes rose to his. “I don’t know what the answer to your riddle is. All I can say is what’s in my heart. In the short time we’ve been together, I know that I’ve found someone that I would spend the rest of my life with. And if that life is destined to be two hours on this barren moon, then two hours will be my life and everything in it will be in proportion. Khalia…”

He took her hand between both of his and breathed deeply, realizing what he was going to say and filled with joy and terror.

“I... I believe that I love you." he said in wonder. "And it's not an infatuation with your body, not because of the magical powers you have. It’s because of your mind, the whole you, everything about you in one beautiful, wondrous package." He found himself smiling. "I do love you. Do you think...” he hesitated. “Do you think that you could love me? Is there any chance that we could have a life, that we could have a future, together?”
 
Khalia’s heart raced in her chest as Blake’s words flowed over her and his eyes seemed to engulf her. His desire, his want, his need plainly on his face and in the energy his hands were communicating to her own. Her breath caught in her throat as he declared his love for her. In all her years, in the centuries and millennium in which she had dwelt in the blue bottle, she had yearned to hear those words. She had watched as the Masters who held ownership of her had declared and professed love for various women – but never towards her. Khalia had stood by and wondered at what the love of a man would feel like.

Now she knew.

Her body began to tremble, and suddenly Blake’s image became blurry as she realized that tears welled up in her eyes. She looked down, blinking hard, and when she once again looked up, she felt a hot tear slowly make its way down her cheek. Almost instinctively, Blake reached out and wiped the tear away, a question in his eyes. The touch of his fingers against her skin felt as though electricity had sparked through her body. Khalia smiled a bit shakily at Blake, wishing the rush of emotion, something strange and mysterious to her, would not leave her feeling so vulnerable.

Khalia reached up and gently placed her hand over Blake’s. Turning her head, she softly kissed the palm of his hand then placed it against her cheek.

“You have made me happier than I would have thought any woman has a right to be, Master.” Khalia knew the title of “Master” sounded awkward, yet she feared calling his name aloud, as if her moment of happiness would depart forever. “My heart cries out to you as well – can you hear it? Yes, if you decided, you could own the bottle forever, and me with it. And should you choose that for my fate, my happiness would only continue for eternity.”

Khalia released his hand, and leaned towards Blake. She stroked his face with her hands as her eyes drank in his face. She smiled into his eyes before brushing her lips against his. Placing her cheek against his, she whispered softly into his ear.

“I understand, Master, that your desire is for me to come to you of my own accord. Yet, I already have, don’t you see? My love for you swells within my heart. If your wish were to be that I be your companion, your friend, your love for life, and you mine, then our wishes would be one and the same. Will you say the words that entwine our lives forever, Master?”

Khalia leaned back, letting her arms wrap around Blake’s neck. She knew her heart was beating rapidly, and she realized she held her breath as she looked into his eyes once again.
 
The words that entwine our lives forever. Blake’s eyes narrowed and he sat, his hands on Khalia’s naked hips, pulling her to sit facing him on his lap. His arms wrapped around her waist, his fingers tracing up and down the smooth cleft along her spine. The tips of her breasts brushed against the hairs on his chest as he studied her face.

“The bottle is not what I want,” he said quietly. He leaned forward slightly and inhaled, tasting her scent. “I do want you to be mine, but not as a slave, not as a possession. I don’t want a magic genie that will pop up at my whim to do my bidding, even if it was her will to do so. I want you, just you, magic be damned.”

They were close now, their faces inches apart. His senses felt newly born; all inputs seemed to be heightening. He was very aware of the soft weight of her breasts pressing against his chest, of her firm belly against his, the way her legs had enclosed around his waist. Her weight, supported by his thighs, pushed against his pelvic bone, and he felt himself stir and begin to grow beneath her, his erection pressing upwards against her bottom. But he pushed his body’s physical actions aside and spoke straight to her eyes.

“I want you as my partner, my mate,” he said, and swallowed as a smile touched his lips. “Khalia, will you be my wife?”
 
As his words washed over her, Khalia felt her heart thudding in her chest and discovered to her amazement that she was holding her breath.

“Khalia, will you be my wife?”

Khalia’s eyes opened wide and she felt her open slightly. Her eyes flashed over Blake’s face, and searched his eyes for deception or trickery. Yet, none could be found. As a slight smile played along his lips, she raised her hands and let her fingers trace the curve along his lips. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. No other man had desired such a thing from her, and she felt at once giddy and happy and excited. Another emotion captured her heart as she gazed on her lover’s face – that of love, at once foreign and familiar to her.

She ran her fingers through Blake’s hair and leaned into him. Her lips traced a pattern along his jaw just as her arms wound their way around his neck. When her lips reached his ear, she kissed him softly, and then whispered gently into it.

“Yes, Blake, I will be your wife, your mate, your companion. By doing so, I give up my powers to grant wishes and will once again be merely human.”

Khalia could feel his hands working along her body, and she sat back to look into his eyes.

“Of course, that means one day I shall become old and wrinkled and can only hope you will not find another genie to replace me!” At the seriousness of his look, she laughed the laugh of a woman carefree and in love, delighting in seeing his expression soften.

“Of course, you will probably be the only man who has a wife who is more than 1500 years old!”

Together they laughed before their lips met in passion. Khalia could feel the passion for Blake rising within her, the desire for this man once again becoming strong.

Suddenly, a flash of light as bright as lightening crashed to the lunar surface, and gray dust rose up as if in an explosion. A roar arose that sounded like thunder, but Khalia knew, without being told, this was the force that would take whatever power she had away and leave her as she was before she entered the bottle. She grabbed Blake’s hand and held tightly to him as the roar continued and another flash of light crackled to the moon’s surface. Khalia looked into Blake’s eyes, trying to find and give reassurance, but uncertain what her decision would yield. She felt the arms of her soon to be husband around, watched as his face took in the flash of light, and held him to her.

Khalia!, a voice boomed through the roar of thunder, your decision to be this man’s wife will render you powerless and human. What is done cannot be undone, and you are left to your fate!

Khalia turned to address the voice within the thunder around them, when she felt herself swallowed into a void, an immense pain flowing through her lungs that she faintly recognized being required to once again dwell in earth’s domain. She clung fiercely to Blake, feeling helpless that she could not do more for him as they once again descended to earth’s surface.
 
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