Romp Fantasy Digest

by Jamie Hill, Mae Powers, Jennifer Mueller

  "Great. So are you up for brunch at Mascotti's? I'm starving."

  Macy stifled a groan as Eugene suckled her neck and pushed the sheet down with his hand. He caressed one breast and rubbed his thumb gently over her nipple. “I-uh-don't think I can make it today.” She could barely speak, let alone think about food.

  "Oh, okay then.” Tina sounded disappointed. “I guess I'll talk to you later."

  "Sure, yeah. Later.” Macy pushed the disconnect button and dropped the phone on her bed. She captured Eugene's mouth with her own, and they shared a tender and passionate kiss. “I don't want to think about later,” she sighed.

  "Then don't.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “Let's make today about you and me."

  She smiled at him. “I'm not wishing for anything, mind you, but that beach sure was nice."

  Eugene grinned back and snapped his fingers. They stood on the beach in Pompeii as the waves crashed up around their ankles.

  "We're naked!” Macy squealed.

  "Ain't life grand?” He lifted her up and swung her around, stopping long enough to suckle each breast before laying her back in the sand and spreading her legs.

  "The water is so warm,” Macy murmured as the tide ebbed and flowed around her.

  "And you are so hot.” He let his tongue glide through her slick folds, and Macy gasped as he flicked her clit ever so lightly. His beard felt rough in contrast to his soft smooth tongue, and Macy bucked her hips to the delicious sensations. She climaxed intensely after just a few minutes, and before she stopped shuddering, Eugene climbed up and penetrated her with his stiff and ready cock.

  "Yes!” she wailed and wrapped her legs around his tight ass. “Oh, God, yes! I'm going to come again, Gene."

  "Come on.” He stuck his tongue in her mouth, and Macy tasted her own juices on him. The thrilling jolt of that sent her rocketing over the edge again, and as she cried out, she felt his hot stream pulsing into her in waves.

  They rode out the crest of the explosion clinging to each other tightly. When they stopped convulsing, Eugene put his forehead against hers, and Macy looked deeply into his eyes. She knew she could never let this man go. She wasn't sure how to accomplish it, but she wanted him, just as he was right now, with her forever.

  "You complete me,” she finally said to him softly.

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “That's the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me."

  She looked at him sincerely. “I mean it, Gene. I need you. I want you in my life. I love you."

  He rubbed a thumb over her cheek and smiled slyly. “You're just saying that because I can do this.” He snapped his fingers, and his cock became hard instantly. He thrust into her, and she groaned.

  "My sweet lord, that is nice.” Macy gasped. She placed a hand on his chest and told him, “But stop. I don't love you because you're magical. I love you because of the way you make me feel when I'm with you.” She looked into his eyes. “Do you understand that? It's not the magic. It's you."

  A tear glistened in Eugene's eye, and he blinked it away quickly.

  Macy swiped at the tear gently with her thumb and then sucked the thumb into her mouth. “I dare you to say you don't love me."

  Another tear rolled down his cheek, and Macy kissed that one away. “I dare you to say you can live without me."

  She could see Eugene desperately trying to get a grip on his emotions. She began to writhe underneath him, and he joined her rhythm. “Love me, Gene,” she panted as they rocked back and forth. “I just want you to love me."

  "I love you,” he cried out as an earth-shattering orgasm ripped through both of them. Macy could feel what happened inside him just as if he were part of her. She clung to him as their bodies pulsed in unison, until she didn't have the strength to tremble anymore. They lay sprawled out on the beach and let the water wash over them, still joined as one, for a long, long time.

  * * * *

  "There has to be a way we can do this,” Macy insisted for the hundredth time later that afternoon. They were back in her apartment, wrapped together wearing only a quilt, eating leftover Chinese food on the sofa.

  "You need to get some money,” he reminded her. “If we word your request the right way, no one will have to know about it, and you can be set for life. That's what you need right now."

  "You're what I need right now. I don't care about the money anymore."

  He shook his head. “We've been through this. There's no way I can stay and be your genie. It wouldn't be right."

  Macy growled in frustration and yanked at her hair. “I don't want you to be my genie. I want you to be my husband."

  Eugene glanced at her. “What kind of a husband would I make? I don't know how to do anything."

  She gave a sultry chuckle and said, “I beg to differ, my love. You know how to do everything, and I've got the aching muscles to prove it."

  He grinned. “There you go, confusing me with the magic again. If I were a mere mortal, I couldn't have gone nearly as many rounds as I did today; admit it."

  She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You're probably right. But one round with you is all the magic I need, baby. You're everything to me."

  He looked thoughtful as he set a food container on the coffee table. “I don't know what I'd be like as a mortal."

  "You'd be great,” she said offhandedly.

  "Do you mean that?"

  "What?” Macy asked, confused.

  "If I were a mortal, I could stay here with you. We could grow old together. Have babies, even."

  Her eyes began to sparkle. “Really?"

  He nodded slowly.

  She thought about that. “You wouldn't be, like, six hundred years old, would you? These things always seem to have a catch."

  Eugene laughed. “No, I'd be the age I am now. I'd grow old from here, at the same rate you would."

  She frowned again. “I couldn't ask you to do that. As a genie, you're immortal. You never have to grow old. You could move on to your next master or mistress...” She made a face. “And probably have great sex with her, too."

  "Unless he's like the majority of my former masters, six hundred pounds of evil, nasty bastard. I assure you, there hasn't been much sex over the years."

  "But you're immortal,” Macy insisted.

  He caught her hands up in his and kissed her palms. “What good is immortality if I don't have the love of my life to share it with? We could have everything, you and I. We might have sixty years together, or we might have sixty minutes. But I swear to you, Macy, one hour with you would be better than a life of immortality without you."

  Both of them were crying as they came together and kissed.

  "You'd really do this for me?” she finally asked.

  "For us,” he corrected.

  "I love you.” She looked into his eyes, and he smiled.

  "I love you too. Let's do it."

  Macy looked down. “We're naked. You're going to need some clothes."

  Eugene stood up and snapped his fingers. They were both dressed in their regular clothing.

  She chuckled at him. “You might want to save those pants for loungewear.” She grabbed a catalog off her coffee table and showed him the man on the front. “You need something like this: jeans, a t-shirt and a button-down shirt to go over it."

  Eugene shrugged and snapped his fingers. He wore the outfit from the catalog.

  "I like it.” Macy smiled. She slid her hand inside the partially buttoned shirt and rubbed her thumb over the nipple ring visible through his t-shirt. “This is so sexy."

  He smiled back and returned the favor, rubbing one of her nipples through her tank top. “I think we need to get you one, too."

  "Ooh, maybe so,” Macy agreed. “But first things first. You'll need more than one outfit."

  "True."

  "So whatever you need, maybe you should...” she snapped her fingers and grinned.

  "Ah, I get it.” He nodded, thought about it for a moment and then snapped. The f
ront room filled with suitcases and trunks.

  "Holy cow, baby,” she exclaimed. “We're going to need a bigger place."

  "Not a bad idea, there will be two of us living here.” He reached for her and caressed her stomach. “For now, anyway."

  Macy leaned in to him and sighed. “Is this really happening? It feels too good to be true."

  "It's true.” He kissed her. “Are you ready?"

  "I'm ready if you're ready. It's going to be the biggest adjustment for you. No more snapping when you want something. You'll have to get up and do it yourself."

  "I think I'm up to the task.” He nuzzled her cheek.

  "No more Pompeii. Are you sure you don't want to jet off to there one more time? Or somewhere else..."

  He cupped her face in his hands. “I'm right where I want to be. Surely you have romantic beaches in this time period somewhere? You and I can take a real jet and find one."

  "I like the sound of that,” she agreed.

  "Then let's do this. I need you to repeat after me: I wish Eugene were a mortal man."

  "That's it?” She felt very nervous.

  "That's it. Don't add anything or leave anything out. I wish Eugene were a mortal man."

  Macy repeated, “I wish Eugene were a mortal man."

  He folded his hands as in prayer and bowed his head. “May it be so."

  Then he looked up, and they stared at each other.

  "Did it work?” she asked softly.

  "I don't know,” he replied just as softly. He held up his hand apprehensively and said, “Let's watch TV.” He snapped his fingers, and nothing happened.

  They grinned at each other.

  "Let's go to Pompeii,” he said and snapped again. Nothing happened.

  "It worked,” Macy whispered.

  "It worked!” He swept her into his arms and spun her around. They kissed before he sat her down and dug in the pocket of his jeans for something. “Dang, these are tight,” he muttered.

  "I like them that way,” she teased.

  Eugene grinned again and, finding what he searched for, dropped to one knee. “Now that we know it worked, I believe this is the next order of business. I've never done this before, so forgive me if I'm not sure of the correct method.” He held out a shiny silver ring with a huge diamond solitaire, and Macy gasped. “Macy Green, will you marry me?"

  "Where did you get that?” She asked, flabbergasted. She'd been hoping for this, but never imagined it would happen so quickly.

  He smiled. “I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. But that wasn't an answer. Please don't keep me hanging here."

  She wiggled her ring finger, and he slid the diamond on. A perfect fit. Macy held out her hands to him, and Eugene stood and folded into her arms. “Of course, I'll marry you. I love you very much."

  He sighed with relief and kissed her. Macy opened her mouth to welcome his tongue, and the kiss deepened. They were just about to drop on to the sofa when the doorbell buzzed.

  "What now?” she muttered.

  "Ignore it,” he said, and kissed her again.

  Macy sank back into the kiss, preparing to do just that, when she heard Tina's voice. “Mace, you in there?"

  She pulled away and looked at Eugene. “It's Tina."

  He smiled and shrugged. “We have the rest of our lives to do this."

  With that, she grinned, straightened her clothes, and tried to make her way to the door around all the luggage. “God, you brought a lot of clothes."

  "These are not all full of clothes,” he told her, and popped one trunk open. It was full of money.

  Macy's eyes widened, and she looked at him.

  Eugene grinned and closed the lid quickly. “But we need to be careful who we share that information with."

  She nodded slowly, and tried to erase the look of shock from her face as she opened the front door. “Hey,” she greeted Tina.

  "Well, you're home.” Tina took a step inside and looked around at all the luggage. “Going somewhere ... like the moon?"

  "Of course not.” Macy gathered her composure and closed the front door. “Actually, someone is moving in. Tina, I'd like you to meet Eugene."

  He stepped out where she could see him, and Tina's jaw dropped open. “Hello, gorgeous! Where have you been all my life?"

  Macy's heart sank. Gene was gorgeous; she should have known Tina would make a play for him. But now that Gene was a free man, what would he do about it? She looked at him warily.

  He smiled and stepped up, sliding his arms around Macy from behind and drawing her close to him. “Good question. I guess I've been waiting for Macy to show up.” He kissed her cheek, and Macy's heart melted. It seemed nothing but a mere puddle when he added “But I don't have to tell you what a great person Macy is. She told me you're her best friend so you know that already."

  Tina looked at him coolly, watching the way he held Macy protectively. She gave them both the once-over and then slowly smiled. “You look good together. You look happy."

  "We're very happy,” Macy agreed and sighed. She held out her ring finger and wiggled it.

  "Oh, Macy.” Tina squealed and grabbed Macy's hand. “That's so beautiful! But isn't it a bit sudden?"

  "It doesn't feel sudden.” Macy looked at Eugene lovingly.

  "It feels perfect,” Eugene agreed.

  Tina looked at them again, and then said, “You sly devil. You didn't say a word about him when we were shopping yesterday."

  "Was that just yesterday?” Macy wondered. She'd been to Pompeii twice since then and to Heaven more times than she could count.

  "Speaking of yesterday, have you changed your mind and decided to let me have that bottle?” Tina crossed her arms.

  Macy looked at Eugene nervously. He smiled and said, “Sure, why not? We're going to redecorate, if not move completely, and I don't think it's going to fit in with our new lifestyle."

  Macy smiled and shrugged. “Whatever you think, babe."

  He went to retrieve the bottle, capped it securely, and handed it to Tina.

  She smiled at him. “Thank you. I wanted to take Macy out for a bite to eat. Perhaps you'd like to join us? I suppose we should get to know each other better if we're going to be Macy's two best friends."

  He glanced Macy's way. “I could eat."

  She rolled her eyes at him and mouthed, “We just ate."

  He shrugged and smiled.

  "You'd better watch it, or you're going to get fat,” she whispered and poked him in the belly.

  He grabbed her and kissed the side of her head, whispering in her ear “I expect to be getting plenty of exercise. Lots and lots and lots, beginning the minute we get home from dinner."

  She melted into his arms for one quick embrace then pulled back. Her vision misted with tears of happiness, and she felt like she could float away. “Whatever you say,” she murmured.

  Eugene led her toward the door, opened it, and motioned to the women chivalrously. “Shall we?"

  "You bet.” Tina stepped out in front of him. “So tell me, are there any more like you at home?"

  He grinned and winked at Macy. “You'd be amazed if I told you."

  The End

  The Mountain Top

  by

  Jennifer Mueller

  In ancient Greece men marry for money and land while finding their pleasure elsewhere. When Orestes saves a captured woman from slave traders just what is she supposed to do when she doesn't feel like sharing? Especially when she's literally ready to fight him over the matter.

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  The Mountain Top

  by

  Jennifer Mueller

  Part One

  The morning sun broke over the horizon and streamed into the window of the house high atop the mountain and onto the closed lids of Orestes who woke immediately. He wrapped a sheet from the bed around him and went to the window, to one side stood a high snow capped mountain and to the other lay the Mediterranean Sea. He glanced down at the one road le
ading up to the house. The grapevines which provided his family's living lined both sides. Dressed in only a short chiton, a sleeveless belted tunic, and a pair of leather sandals. Orestes headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. He'd almost finished eating when a knock sounded at the door. Opening the door just as the visitors readied to knock again, he stood face-to-face with a pair of men. Mean looking men, wearing fine quality clothing. The clothing did not seem right on their overly muscular frames. Orestes wondered just how they'd come across such finery. Gold rings glittered on their fingers. Looking past them, a woman tied to a cart indicated exactly where such wealth came from. Slave traders.

  "We are looking for the head of the house."

  "I am Orestes. What can I do for you?"

  Looking oddly at him, Orestes raised his eyebrows in challenge. His clothing did not reflect a master of the grand house he lived in. He dressed as a worker. “We have been here before and you are not he we spoke to then."

  "My father died last year while I was away in the army. I am his eldest son though. I have taken over his affairs and I know for certain that you have never done business with him before."

  It stumped them for only a moment. “True, he has not purchased any of our merchandise in the past. They were all males though and a fine gentleman such as your father, we thought would want to have a girl such as this one. A man with the taste to have such a house as he has built, deserves to have such a girl. We now extend the offer to you. She is the most beautiful creature you will have ever seen. We guarantee it."

  Orestes frowned to show his disbelief in the story they told. “If that is the case, then why have you not taken her to the city-states where she would fetch a higher price?"

  "Ah, a true business man. She was sold to us for the price of a debt that her father owed. He is of some importance in Athens and he asked that she be taken where none of his acquaintances would be able to see her. Go, Tericles, bring her for the gentleman to view,” the one speaking ordered.

  Soon Orestes stood face-to-face with the woman. With her this close, he could see her olive skin tanned darker by the sun. Her clear eyes, rimmed by thick black lashes and framed by sharp cheekbones, looked back unashamed. She indeed was beautiful. A veil of diaphanous yellow covered her from head to foot. Although interspersed by red glass beads, in no way did they disguise her nakedness. Under that light and filmy garment, Orestes could see she wore nothing. The veil wrapped around her and only her face remained bare.