by Dante King
I did as I was told—as I had noted on more than one occasion, sometimes that’s all you can do. If you’re very lucky, what you have to do and what you want to do coincide perfectly.
Renji leaned back against the piles of wicker mats, and I got to my knees like an obedient underling, leaned forward, and began to carefully lick around the djinn’s hot, shaved box. For the longest time, I did not tongue the woman’s slit, although it was sorely tempting me to. Instead, I kissed all around it, licking down the lips and biting softly at the smooth skin between her navel and her clit.
“Oh gods, already I’m starting to get flashbacks as to why it is all the girls speak so highly of your prowess in the bedroom,” Renji moaned as I flurried kisses like machine gun fire down her thighs and then up again.
Eventually, not being able to resist the call of the wild any longer, I moved slowly forward and pressed my tongue steadily into the invitingly warm moistness of Renji’s pussy.
The taste of the djinn was beguiling; sweet and fragrant as a flower. I lapped hungrily and fervently at her, while she reached down and pushed my face forcefully into her crotch. She was so wet that her wetness was spilling over my chin and lips and coating my nose. She moaned with unsuppressed longing and rapture, twining her fingers through my damp hair and pulling me further into her.
The soft squelch of my tongue inside of her was mimicked by the gurgling of the brass pipes not far away from us. As I continued, Renji became rougher and rougher. The usually tight-lipped and thoughtful djinn was obviously enjoying playing the role of the dominant party here. After a little while, her grinding against my face had become so intense that I found myself suddenly bucked to the floor by her pelvis thrusting against my chin.
I laughed as I fell softly onto my back, and Renji laughed with me, although she was a little breathless.
“Is this your idea of treating them mean to keep them keen?” I licked at my juice-covered lips with delight.
I tried to prop myself up on my elbows, but Renji put a foot firmly on my chest to impede me.
“No,” said Renji, “this is my idea of treating you mean to keep you keen.”
Renji squatted fluidly down, pulling up just before she sat on my face. Then, ever so slowly, she dropped the last inch so that my mouth was covered by her shaved pussy. Without being told, without waiting for the starter’s gun, I started to lap at the djinn’s blue snatch, my tongue flickering up and down the slot, disappearing at times to probe Renji’s opening before re-emerging and dancing around the woman’s clitoris.
“Yes, that’s a good Earthling,” Renji whispered. “Lick that pussy clean. Clean it up, like I cleaned your body before, Mike.”
The fact that Renji, usually so serious and logical with her mind that was made for riddles and puzzles and for keeping numbers, was so obviously getting off on playing the dominant role was a real turn on for me. It was not often that I was made to feel submissive—and not just because I was a male. It was more that my personality, and my rough upbringing, had never really allowed me much chance to participate in this sort of role-play.
As I tongued and lapped at the djinn’s box, the blue-skinned warrior leaned forward and began rubbing away at my cock, which, at that point, was doing a fair impression of NASA’s SLS rocket. Without pausing in my head giving, I reached up and smacked Renji a couple of times on the ass to tell her that I approved of this.
“Look how hard you are!” the djinn crooned approvingly and squeezed gently at my balls.
The two of us stayed locked in this semblance of a sixty-nine position for some minutes. When I started to finger-fuck Renji, the djinn said though gritted teeth, “Yeah, that’s it, Mike! Work me, work me. Deeper! Follow your lady’s lead as I rub you to your peak. That’s good, Earthling, very good!”
I did as she bade me, mimicking the strokes of my tongue and the thrusts of my fingers to the tempo Renji set as she jacked me off.
Abruptly, her stroking stopped. Looking past her thighs, I saw that her head was raised and her eyes were squeezed shut.
“Oh, gods!” the djinn said. “Oh fuck, that’s my damned spot, Mike. Stay there. Stay there. But... touch my fucking asshole. Yes!”
Renji started grinding down on my face, her powerful oblique muscles contracting and releasing as she did so. It was all that I could do to make sure that I sucked in enough breath to keep from passing out.
I frantically finger-banged the djinn, as she sporadically pumped my cock in her fist at the other end of the sixty-niner. I could see Renji’s pussy juice flicking out with the force of my fingering until, with a hoarse cry, Renji arched her muscular back and came like a storm.
She collapsed backward off me, crumpling against the pile of wicker mats as she orgasmed, whimpering a little with pure ecstasy. She was baring her silver teeth and staring unseeing up at the ceiling of the meditation room.
My cock was rock hard, but I hadn’t even considered doing anything with it, so captivating had I found Renji’s show of raw sexual emotion.
“Holy shit, that was intense,” I said, looking at the worn-out woman recovering her breath across from me.
“You’re... you’re telling me,” Renji said, with a tired grin.
I was practically champing at the bit to grab Renji and come myself, but I could recognize well enough when a woman needed a little time to get herself in order. I smiled to myself. I was, after all, playing the subservient here. I couldn’t very well just go manhandling her, not during the little scenario we were currently acting out.
It was too much fun, and I didn’t want to break the mood.
Renji, it seemed, was of a similar point of view.
“Don’t just stand there ogling me, Earthling,” she said. She smiled her metal smile at me once more. “And do as I say: bend me over and fuck me. Bend me over and fuck me from behind and don’t stop fucking me from behind until I give you express permission to do so.”
With a small bow, I pulled the athletic djinn to her feet. Renji turned, showing off that fantastic tailfeather of hers once more. She leaned forward, so that her large and pendulous breasts swayed forward, and propped herself up against the teetering pile of wicker mats. With one hand, she reached back and pulled one buttcheek to one side and exposed her wetness to me in all its glory.
It was like holding a red flag to a bull.
I flowed to my feet like the damned T-1000 in Terminator 2 does after he gets smoked in that semi by the bridge. With a firm, but ever so eager, thrust I speared into Renji’s proffered pussy and began pumping away at her with what I liked to think was a respectful amount of zeal and verve.
It was raw. It was dirty. There was nothing but the harsh, guttural grunts and sounds of our breathing and the soft slap-slap-slap of my ballsack smacking against the djinn’s soaking sex.
After a while, as I felt the dam of orgasm beginning to back up and fill, I remembered something.
“Renji,” I said, slackening my pace and then pulling clean out of the djinn who was flushed with a perfervid lust.
“What, Earthling? What?” Renji replied in her deep voice.
“I’ve just thought; I can’t go all the way without risking more children being born without Etherstones,” I said seriously.
This seemed to strike a chord with Renji. Slowly, she turned to face me and there was a kittenish look on her face.
“That makes sense, Mike,” she said. “However, why don’t we try something a little different now, seeing as circumstances would seem to be pointing us in that direction.”
I grinned, not quite sure what she was driving at, but thinking I’d probably be down like James Brown to give it a go.
“What would that be?” I asked.
“Why don’t we finish ourselves off, separately but together, if you take my meaning,” Renji said.
I raised an eyebrow at this idea.
“Like, I do me and you do you, but we time it so that...”
“Yes,” Renji said.
I
shrugged and began to stroke myself.
“I’m always game to mix things up,” I said.
Renji seemed not to hear me, almost like she had taken my answer as a given. She was already rubbing at her clitoris, her bright, intelligent eyes glued on my stiff dick. Without thinking, I started to jerk myself off, slowly, watching Renji working her pussy.
“Yeah, that’s right, Earthling. When needs must, eh? Let me see you work yourself, while I show you the real way that a lady gets off. If you had a free hand, I’d have you making notes for next time,” Renji said, getting back into the groove of the thing, sticking three fingers into her box and fingering herself desperately. “Do you like to watch me, Mike, hm? I like to watch you. Rub that cock, come on.”
I stroked myself faster, matching Renji’s increasing pace. I watched as, with her free hand, the djinn traced a finger around her tight little asshole.
“Oh gods,” she said. “Oh gods, oh gods, I’m close!”
I grunted, assenting without meaning to.
“Are you going to cum, Earthling? Me too, me too, me too!” Renji said, her calm voice laced with barely suppressed tension.
I hissed between my teeth and my breath caught in my throat as I watched Renji’s blue hand blur between her thighs; rubbing, rubbing.
“That’s it, Mike Noctis. Oh gods!” Renji said.
“I’m close, Renji, I’m close, Your Ladyship,” I said, playing the part I had been assigned.
“I want to taste that spunk!” Renji moaned, in a deep, dark, chocolatey voice. Then, suddenly, she launched herself forward and down so that she was kneeling between my legs. “Cum on me, Mike. Cum on me. It’s okay. I demand it. Spray that cum on me!”
And I did. I couldn’t have held back if someone had put a gun to my head and told me to stop. I spurted jizz, harder than I could remember doing before, all over Renji’s lovely, gleaming tits. My sauce hit her chest with such force that it sprayed over her chin and mouth.
At the same time, Renji stuck her finger up her own ass and started shuddering on her knees, her eyes rolling up in her head. “Yes,” she mumbled and moaned, the ring in her nose quivering. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
After we had both climaxed, we sat breathing heavily and looking at each other, while our blood pressure descended from on high. Renji leaned back and rubbed my cum all over her tits, down across her toned belly, and over the mound of her bald pussy.
We lay, basking silently in that breathless post-coital bliss. Inhabiting that warm and kicked back frame of consciousness that comes straight after some really great sex. It’s a mental state in which the past and the future have no real part; it’s simply existing in a warm haze. It was like my brain had decided to shoot off and jump in the bath again.
And then, I heard something.
It came dully at first. Echoing out of the half-dream that I had sunk into. Initially, I thought I might be dreaming because the sound I was hearing had no place in the situation that Renji and I were presently occupying.
It was the unmistakable sound of…
“Do you hear that, Mike?” Renji asked me. Her voice was still soft and sleepy, but there was a hard edge to it too.
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “Sounds to me like something being hit hard. Like a punchbag or sparring dummy.”
The sound continued for a while longer, coming clearer to our ears now that we were both consciously focusing our dragon-enhanced hearing on it. The thumps and thwacks reverberated to us.
“I think it’s coming through the plumbing system,” I said.
Renji propped herself up on her elbow. Her head was cocked to one side so that a few of her braids dangled about her head.
Then, there was a sound like a pistol shot going off; someone getting smacked and smacked hard. This was followed by the distinctive grunt and groan of someone in pain.
I sat up too and looked at the djinn next to me.
“What do you think it is?” I asked, though I could tell that we both recognized that sound.
“Sounds to me like someone is having fun at someone else’s expense,” Renji said carefully.
We gazed at each other for a few seconds. It was the kind of ‘fun’ that made me picture dank dungeons, clanking chains, and heating irons in braziers. It was the kind of ‘fun’ that came when some person or other got it into their twisted head that some other person was just a thing, a thing worth tormenting. It was the sort of ‘fun’ that had coined such phrases as the bestial cruelty of humanity—which, of course, was such a slap in the face for the animals of the world.
Really, it was none of our business. It could be someone receiving a kicking for any number of reasons; thieving, assaulting someone else, or calling Shaykh Antizah a slippery suckhole, for all we knew.
That basic, deep-seated, intuitiveness that all of us call our gut-feeling was whispering in my ear once more. Although we had only been in Akrit a little over a day or so, the longer we were there, the more that inner voice grew louder. A life lived in comfort was a surefire way to muffle that voice.
Having lived in this magical world for as long as I had now, moving from combat to combat and encountering ever stranger and less-expected things, the more I was beginning to understand that instincts were the most fundamental thing we had going for us.
“Different question,” I said, my voice low and serious. “What do you think you feel about this?”
Renji considered the question with her customary unhurried deliberation.
“I think that things aren’t right in Akrit,” she said shortly.
I nodded. That was about what it boiled down to. I reached for my breeches, but then remembered they were back in the bathing room.
“As the hot blonde with big bazookas said in almost every slasher flick ever,” I muttered as I pulled myself to my feet and offered my hand to the naked djinn by my side, “let’s go and investigate.”
Chapter 11
Renji and I were dressed, out of the bathing room and into the palace proper in almost less time than it took to say it. It took a little longer on Renji’s part, since she was compelled to wash the sexy, sticky mess from her chin and chest, but the female dragonmancer still made remarkable time for all that.
As we passed through the suite that Shaykh Antizah had allocated for us, we looked for any sign that the other two had come back from their foray into the markets but there was no clue or suggestion that Hana and Tamsin had returned and left again. That was too bad. Four mancers were always better than two, but a pair of dragonmancers was still a damned intimidating prospect for any guards with a modicum of sense.
Without even bothering to grab a physical weapon, Renji and I slipped out through the curtains that shrouded our windows and out onto the deck. That was one of the wonderful things about passing through the Transfusion Ceremony and partaking in the dragonmancer training; each mancer became a weapon far more lethal than a mere sword.
My dragon-boosted senses were straining to the utmost. I had a feeling that the Shaykh might have been behind some topshelf naughtiness, but I also had an inkling that he would be a dangerous man to underestimate. I was sure that the Shaykh would have watchers spying on our comings and goings.
“There is someone lying concealed on the edge of the roof, directly above us, Dad,” Wayne told me telepathically, in a voice that was eager to help.
“Nice one, Wayne,” I commended.
I passed this information onto Renji. The two of us had maintained a casual demeanor after stepping out onto the balcony, making sure not to alert any watchers that might be keeping their eyes on us.
Out of the corner of her mouth Renji said, “Do the rest of your dragons corroborate this assessment?”
I nodded briefly, making a show of going over to the table with the wine on.
“Good, Corvar does too,” Renji said.
“How do you want to play it?” I asked. “We can’t go killing some poor schmuck doing their job under the Shaykh’s orders, but we can’t
have this watcher raising a cry either.”
Renji poured herself a small measure of wine and, as she sipped from her goblet, she said, “I’ve got this. Just you make sure that you catch them.”
“Catch them?” I muttered.
She drained the goblet with every sign of relish. Then, with a condescending disregard for those who had to clean up such things, she tossed the empty goblet down onto a large lounging cushion that sat plumped and ready nearby. In the same movement as she threw the goblet, as an extension of the throw, Renji allowed her hand to follow through so that it was pointing up toward where our cheeky little spy was lying prone on the edge of the roof above us. Something glinted for the briefest moment in the djinn’s palm, and then it whizzed away with a low thrumming sound.
There was a dull schmack, a breathy sigh, and a shadow detached itself from the edge of the parapet above and toppled off the roof.
Using my dragonmancer’s strength and speed, I launched myself off one of the unlit cast iron braziers and leapt into the air, grabbing the falling spy before they could smash headfirst through the table with the wine on it. I landed easily and dumped the guard onto the large lounging pillow.
“Is he alive?” I asked, looking down at the young mustachioed man.
“Yes,” Renji said definitely. “Just unconscious. My hope is that the Shaykh will not be too harsh on him when he wakes up. He will certainly have a bruise to show that we got the better of him.”
There was already a swelling rising above his right eye. He was going to have a shiner for a fortnight if that was anything to go by.
“What did you use on him?” I asked. “Whatever the hell it was, it was quiet.”
“It was my Ball Bearing Stunner,” Renji said, as if that explained it. “I’ve never had a reason to really use it until now. None of the assignments we have been sent on have really lent themselves to too much stealth, have they?”
I smirked. “You could say that. But what is it?”
Renji easily dragged the pillow and unconscious guard over into a shadow-filled corner with one hand. Ducking quickly back inside, she reappeared with a thin blanket which she then draped over him, concealing his face. I got what she was doing; she was hoping that any other guards sneaking by might see their knocked-out colleague and think that it was only me taking a well-earned, or wine-induced, nap.
