by Opal Carew
“Yes, Zurvan. Yes,” she wailed, as number six washed over her.
His cock swelled and hot liquid erupted inside her. She squeezed, trying to suck him even deeper inside. Zurvan collapsed on top of her and she welcomed his weight. She wrapped her arms around him, stilling him when he tried to shift sideways.
“That was incredible,” she murmured.
“Yes, that was quite the spectacle.”
At Atia’s voice, Zurvan rolled to a sitting position, grabbing the corner of the bedspread and draping it over Celeste as he moved. Celeste sat up, too, holding the fabric tight to her chest.
Atia stood watching them.
“Six orgasms, Zurvan. Quite impressive. You never did that for me.”
She’d watched the whole thing. Celeste felt her face flame in embarrassment. In fact, Atia had been affected by it, because Celeste noticed Atia’s hand cupping her own breast, her thumb kneading the nipple. That was an odd reaction for a woman gripped by jealousy.
“What do you want, Atia?” Zurvan demanded.
Atia stepped forward and touched his cheek.
Celeste felt her heart sink. Would Zurvan fall into her arms?
“Zurvan, it isn’t you I love.”
His eyebrows rose. “It isn’t?”
“Your features and personality are so similar to Zarria’s that I convinced myself I loved you rather than face the truth. My sense of frustration and desperation turned into obsession. I am so sorry for what I did to you.”
“What are you saying, Atia?”
“I’m telling you I’m in love with Zarria.”
His eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing.
“You’re in love with Zurvan’s sister?” Celeste asked, not sure she had this quite right.
She turned to Celeste. “It was not acceptable for a woman to love another woman in our world. Even now, the Djinn frown on such relationships. But if Zarria is of like mind, I will pair with her happily, ignoring what others think of us.”
“Good for you, Atia,” Celeste commended. “I wish you happiness.”
Atia smiled, a dazzling sight. “Actually, you already have.” She took Celeste’s hand. “Thank you. I will never forget your compassion. I hope you and Zurvan will be very happy together.”
Atia wished her and Zurvan happiness? Together?
“Does this mean you will free Zurvan from the crystal?”
Atia snapped her fingers.
“It is done.”
She snapped her fingers again, then turned to Zurvan.
“And the two of you shall have eternity together.”
She kissed Zurvan on the cheek.
“I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused the two of you,” Atia said solemnly. “I hope someday you will find it in your hearts to forgive me.”
“Atia, what are you going to do now?” Zurvan asked.
“I’m going to find Zarria.” She held up a reassuring hand. “I have explained my feelings to her, and she has hinted she might be interested, but only if you approve. We know you may not be able to forgive me yet, but if you could find it in your heart….”
“I want my sister to be happy. If this is what she wants…”
A smile blazed across Atia’s face and she stepped forward and took his hand.
“Thank you, Zurvan. I will be forever grateful.” She laughed, a sound filled with joy.
“Don’t play any tricks, Atia.”
“Do not worry, I will pursue her with respect and humbleness, and I promise absolutely no imprisonment.” She winked. “Though maybe a little bondage, if Zarria is game.”
Zarria appeared in the room, handcuffs swinging from her outstretched hand.
“That sounds intriguing.” She smiled wickedly.
Atia laughed and held out her hand to Zarria. Zarria moved to her and accepted it, then pulled her into an embrace. Atia stroked Zarria’s cheek, then kissed her tenderly then with rising passion. Zarria responded with enthusiasm, clearly swept up in shared passion.
The obvious love they shared for each other warmed Celeste’s heart.
Atia’s hand stroked over Zarria’s breast, her thumb teasing the tip. Zarria’s nipple thrust against the silky fabric covering it. In response, Zarria’s hand cupped Atia’s breast, her fingers curling around the soft curve, and squeezed gently. Celeste felt her own nipples harden, and her groin tighten.
Their uninhibited nature surprised Celeste, until she remembered Atia had been quite comfortable swirling in and watching Zurvan make love to Celeste.
Zurvan shifted on the bed and cleared his throat. The two women eased apart. Atia winked at Zurvan, and Zarria giggled and blew him a kiss.
“Thank you for your understanding, brother.”
“I wish you great happiness, Zarria.”
Zarria smiled, pure joy lighting her face. Atia swept her hands wide and the two women disappeared in a swirl of silver.
Zurvan turned his gaze to Celeste and smiled broadly. He scooped her into his arms, dragged her to her feet, and twirled her around. Her heart fluttered wildly. He kissed her, a passionate, electrifying kiss that promised much, much more. His body pressed tight against the length of her and she felt the hard ridge of his erection.
“Oh, Zurvan,” she murmured when he released her lips. “Now we have a lifetime to spend together.”
“Actually, we have eternity. You, Celeste, are now a Djinn.”
Her eyes widened and a confusion of thoughts tumbled through her mind.
“Does that mean—?”
“It means you are immortal.”
Immortal? The very thought was staggering. She and Zurvan would live eternity together.
“It also means you can work magic.” He nuzzled her neck. “Of course, you’ve already done that. On me. And on Atia.” He took her lips in a soft, gentle kiss, stirring her soul.
She glanced up at him. “I can work magic?”
“Yes. You’ll be able to do small things, like making inanimate objects appear, without any training. I’ll teach you how to draw energy from the universe to do bigger things.”
“Oh.”
Zurvan smiled at the twinkle in Celeste’s eyes. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’d like to work a little magic right now.”
“All right. Just imagine what you want and—“
The air suddenly felt a little cool.
“Mmmm. That’s what I want, baby,” Celeste said.
Her hot gaze on his body made him realize he was totally naked.
“Hey—"
A tingling sensation surrounded his penis, still erect from his seeing the two women fondling each other’s breasts. His throat went dry.
“Oh, my God.”
He glanced down and a shimmering film covered his penis, quivering over the entire surface—the most intensely erotic sensation he’d ever experienced.
“Do you like that?” Celeste asked.
He nodded, unable to utter a word.
She disposed of her clothing in an instant.
The sight of them becoming translucent, then disappearing altogether, leaving her glorious, naked body visible, sent his heartbeat racing even faster.
“Oh, my God, Celeste, come here,” he pleaded.
She wrapped her arms around him, easing them both onto the bed. She pushed him flat on his back and sat on his pelvis. She sucked on one of his nipples, then the other.
The intensity of the pleasure, from her touch and the vibration cradling his cock, grew overwhelming.
“I won’t last much longer, my love,” he grated through clenched teeth.
She ran her fingers over her nipples, smiling impishly at him, sending his pulse skyrocketing. She wrapped her hand around his cock and slid it inside her. At the first touch of her damp softness consuming his cock, his testicles tightened.
Rapt pleasure etched her face with joy. Celeste almost screamed in pleasure as Zurvan’s cock slid inside her. The vibration quivered through her, stimu
lating every cell with delirious, ecstatic sensation.
“Oh, my God, that’s incredible,” she moaned.
The quivering in her vagina expanded to overtake her entire body. Sensation rippled through her, releasing tiny, orgasmic sensations throughout her entire body.
The intensity of the pleasure expanded. She became one with Zurvan, as though they shared one body centered around his pulsing, vibrating penis. She released a long, melodic moan as her climax quivered through every part of her body. Zurvan stiffened, then released his load with a long, loud groan.
She collapsed on top of him, draped across Zurvan’s body, his arms wrapped snugly around her.
“Celeste,” he said in a tight voice.
“Hmm?”
“I loved the vibrating trick, but do you think you could turn it off now.”
She giggled and wished it to stop. The delightful tingling ceased. His penis still stood erect inside her. She shifted, loving the friction of it against her vaginal walls.
He kissed her, then rolled her onto her back, a devilish smile on his face.
“I see you’re going to be very creative with your powers.”
“I’ll certainly try.” She licked his lower lip, then kissed him. “After all, eternity is a long time, and I wouldn’t want you to get bored with me.”
He moved on top of her, pushed his cock deep inside her, then pulled back. “I could never be bored with you. I love you.”
He thrust deeper and faster. His penis spiraled slightly and a current of energy quivered through the walls of her vagina. She tightened around him. A gentle pulsing caressed her inner walls as his cock moved inside her. An incredible pleasure built within her. She cried out, then screamed as the pleasure expanded to a mind-numbing orgasm.
He collapsed on top of her then rolled onto his side, pulling her into a snug embrace.
As she fell asleep, Celeste wondered if even eternity would be enough time to experience all the facets of loving and being loved by Zurvan.
The End
Afterword
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Excerpts
If you liked Mastered by the Genie, Opal has many other excellent stories you might enjoy.
Mastered by the Sheikh (contemporary) - Kidnapped by a ruthless sheikh intent on revenge, Lily’s only ally is a man from her past she cannot trust.
Debt of Honor (contemporary) - Held captive by a domineering sheikh and made to pay for a crime she did not commit.
Slaves of Love (futuristic) - When Shena betrayed Keern, he swore revenge. Now she is his slave?
If those sound interesting, in addition to being available singly, they are all bundled into a collection, called Owned by the Sheikh.
If you’d like to try something more on the erotica side, Opal writes erotica as Ruby Carew, one example of which would be Stacy’s First Menage - what more is there to say…
For an equally hot, but very poignant story, you definitely want to read the multiple award winning series Dirty Talk, which begins with Dirty Talk 1: Secret Pleasure, a poignant erotic romance about a woman struggling with her sexuality because of a devastating trauma from her past, and the strong, sensitive man who helps her find her way. If you love bad-assed alpha heroes with a strong, protective streak then you’ll love Dirty Talk!
All of the above stories can be found at OpalCarew.com
Here are excerpts from Debt of Honor and Dirty Talk 1: Secret Pleasure…
Debt of Honor
Opal Carew
Held captive by a domineering sheikh…
…and made to pay for a crime she did not commit
Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to so much trouble. Now she is detained in an exotic country by a devastatingly handsome sheikh... and ends up in his harem.
Caution: Includes a little f/f, lots of hot m/f and a heart thumping, romantic, sexual adventure you won't soon forget!
Chapter One
Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to so much trouble.
She sat staring at the glossy mahogany desktop in front of her, wishing she still wore the light, cotton sundress she'd donned this morning. The unaccustomed heat pressed down on her like a heavy blanket, smothering her last few ounces of energy. She scooped up her long hair so the breeze from the overhead fan would cool her neck. The small relief it gave seemed an intense pleasure compared to the rest of this dreadful day, and she closed her eyes to savor it. This long, robe thing she'd been forced to wear covered too much of her, as far as she was concerned. She'd undone the top few buttons, but perspiration glazed her back and dripped down between her breasts.
Why hadn't she stayed on that darned plane?
She heard the door behind her open, and then close with a firm thump. Despite her curiosity, she sat still in the stiff, wooden chair, determined not to glance around.
Who was it this time? Hopefully, not those two goons who had dragged her here. She had explained to them that she'd done nothing wrong, that in fact, she'd been the victim of a robbery, but they'd barely understood a word she'd said or they'd chosen not to. She couldn't be sure.
They'd kept her sitting here for at least two hours, with no regard to her comfort. Right now, she should be safely aboard her homeward bound flight to Toronto. Asleep.
The newcomer's presence seeped through the room, filling her with tension. As the seconds drifted by, curiosity overwhelmed her.
She twisted around to look.
The man who stared back at her was the most sinfully gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Raw masculinity emanated from his tall, muscular body. His dark hair flowed to his broad shoulder in waves, accentuating his square jaw, softened by full, yet masculine lips.
He had the most stunning eyes. Intense. Dark. Penetrating.
And intimidating.
His gaze swept over her, making a few stops along the way. On the open buttons down the front, making her intensely conscious of the fact that, at the angle he saw her, the swell of her right breast was visible. On the sash she'd added to cinch this loose, frumpy robe at the waist. On her crossed legs. She had pulled the robe up to her knees in an attempt to cool off, knowing she revealed less leg than she had in her sundress, yet suddenly she felt shamelessly brazen.
Finally, his gaze pivoted to her face. The intensity of it disturbed her.
He strode across the room and settled behind the desk, laying a manila folder in front of him.
"Who are you? And why am I here?" she demanded.
"I am Kadin and I am the one who will ask questions."
His voice was quiet, but filled with authority. The fact that he spoke English sent a wave of relief through her, followed immediately by frustration. She had a dozen or more questions to ask. She'd already missed her flight out of here, and her wallet, passport, and luggage had been stolen. She still had her purse, at least, she had until they'd brought her here and confiscated it, but she had no money.
Where would she stay tonight? How would she buy a ticket to get another flight home? And if she succeeded in getting a ticket, how would she get across the border without a passport?
Her frustration turned quickly to anger. "Look, I was dragged here against my will and I demand that—
"Silence." His eyes flared to a fiery black. "After what you have done, you have no right to demand anything."
"What I've done?" she shot back, ignoring the chill rushing down her spine at his intimidating tone. "I haven't done anything. You don't seem to understand—"
"I understand very well
." His sharp glare fixed on her as he extended his arm toward her.
A large green pendant on a gold chain hung from his hand. An emerald. Actually, the largest emerald she'd ever seen. She reached out to touch it, but he snatched it into his fist.
"This is Dhiya's. As are the clothes you wear now," he stated flatly.
Her eyes widened. "So you know who robbed me." Relief washed through her. "I guess that means you've caught her. Great. I'd really like to get my things and ..."
His dark eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Don't play me for a fool. Why was my beloved Dhiya's pendant in your purse? Why was she seen boarding a plane wearing your clothes, traveling on your ticket, using your passport?"
Her jaw tightened. She didn't like the sound of this. This situation looked like trouble with a capital 'T.' She had to straighten this guy out right now.
"I already explained to the other men that I went into the washroom and this woman—"
He slammed his fist on the desk, the sharp sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot.
"Silence!"
She gulped back the rest of her explanation and stared at him. Quietly.
"That's better. Now, you will listen."
He stepped from behind the desk and paced, his hands folded behind his back. His white robes billowed as he strode back and forth.
"As I see it, there are two possibilities. One, you were involved in kidnapping Dhiya and transporting her out of the country. Two, you helped Dhiya at her request, taking her necklace as payment. Either way, you are in grave trouble. Both are an insult to me and my family."
She shook her head in disbelief, knowing she had to set him straight.
"She robbed me at gunpoint."
"Dhiya would never touch a gun."
"But—"
"—if you were a man, there would be many options open to me to exact justice."
