Samantha and Her Genie

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  Samantha did her best not to shudder through dinner as the damn lamb’s head kept eyeballing her—literally. If that weren’t bad enough, the thing smiled at her during the entire meal. Who the hell ate roasted faces with eyeballs and a mouth full of teeth?

  Lugal, obviously, by the way he waxed poetic over the meal and picked that skull clean from brains to eyeballs to tongue. Ugh!

  But she could endure anything that night to make Lugal happy. She even ate the cheek, which Lugal assured her was the prized treat of the lamb’s head. She couldn’t very well shun his generous gesture, so she ate the bit of well-seasoned, roasted meat, amazed that it tasted as good as it did.

  She served Lugal’s favorite champagne and finished the meal with Häagen-Dazs vanilla bean ice cream topped with honeyed dates, figs and walnuts. The ice cream certainly wasn’t traditional in Sumerian kitchens, but Samantha reasoned that some things simply cried out to be updated. Besides, Lugal had developed a passion for ice cream.

  While the time limitation hung like a dense, grim fog over them, neither Samantha nor Lugal mentioned his impending departure. Their conversation was kept light through the main course, turning to words rich, sweet, decadent and full of delicious promise by the time they ate dessert.

  “My balls tingle deep inside when I look at you,” Lugal said as she stripped naked in their bedroom after dinner. “I crave to fuck you, my lovely Samantha. And if I know my insatiable little vixen, you are hot and wet right now, just from thinking about fucking me.”

  He scooped her panties from the floor and held them to his nose. “You see? Wet and fragrant with the unmistakable musk of desire.” He crumbled the panties in his hand and rubbed them over his chest, breathing deeply. “Intoxicating. Your womanly scent tells me that your channel has readied itself for my invasion. It hungers for my flesh.”

  Samantha felt the first telltale flutters deep in her belly and she squeezed her legs together tight. “Lugal, if you don’t stop, you’re going to have me coming right here on the spot before you’ve even touched me.”

  “I enjoy touching you. I wish nothing more than to claim your sweet, juicy cunt with my cock.” He held his engorged, naked cock, as if offering it to her on a platter. “See how it throbs, Samantha? How my swelling cock yearns to bury itself high in your drenched pussy?”

  Samantha gazed at the magnificent veined shaft and walked toward him, dropping to her knees before him and taking his offering in her mouth. Encouraged by his pleasured groans, she sucked and licked just long enough to warm him up, then she let the beautiful beast pop from her moist lips.

  “Let’s make use of that triple showerhead you like so much,” she suggested, rising again and holding her hand out to Lugal. “I think we can probably find some pleasurable new uses for those nozzles, how about you?”

  Lugal grasped her hand. “I would follow you anywhere, my love.”

  They walked across the bedroom to the large master bath, which had been sumptuously renovated to Lugal’s specifications.

  Warm, creamy tan marble, veined with white and traces of aqua made up the large, state-of-the-art space. Rich gold fixtures and accessories glinted in the soft light of the chandelier. Complete with step-down spa with tiered marble seating, the room was exquisite. One of Samantha’s favorite places to relax and luxuriate—made all the more appealing when Lugal shared the experience with her.

  The man had definitely come a long way since his days of foiling kitchen walls.

  She turned on the water and they stepped inside the spacious shower with its built-in benches.

  “Come here, handsome. Let me wash all your big, hard, manly parts.” Pouring lavender-scented liquid soap on the washcloth, Samantha faced him. She smoothed the soapy cloth over his chest, down his abs and over each thigh. Skirting around his cock, she dragged the cloth to his back, wedging it between his fine ass cheeks.

  He poured shampoo on her hair as she bathed his crevice. “I love the feel of your big, strong body when it’s slick and wet,” she told him, cradling his balls as she brought the cloth around to soap his erect cock.

  Rude thoughts warning this would be the last time they enjoyed this together threatened to intrude, but Samantha pushed them to the farthest recesses of her mind, determined not to cry. Not now. Not yet. There’d be plenty of time for crying later.

  “And you, sweet love,” Lugal said, gently massaging her scalp, “you are a feast for my eyes as well as my body. Droplets of water pelt your skin everywhere I want my mouth to be.” He caught one drip with his tongue just before it fell from her nipple. Then he feasted on her nipple itself, making her squirm.

  “You’re going to make me lose focus, Lugal.”

  “And what is your focus, little one?”

  “To make you convulse like a live wire as I make you come in the shower.”

  “Experience has taught me that water and electricity are a dangerous combination,” Lugal noted with a smile. “But I am always eager for adventure.” His smile broadened. “You have my permission to electrocute me with your sizzling passion.”

  He took one of the showerheads from the wall and aimed it at her breasts. As the pulsing stream zeroed in on her nipples, they spiked. “As you make me sizzle,” he said, pausing to blow cool air on her wet skin, causing it to pucker more, “I will set your clit afire. Open yourself for me.”

  Samantha spread her legs and moaned as Lugal’s fingers spread her labia. He aimed the warm spurts of water at her clitoris. God…whoever invented removable shower heads with pulsating streams and nice long cables to reach every bodily nook and cranny should receive some sort of humanitarian award.

  Her hands tightened around his cock. “That feels so good, Lugal.”

  “Sit there,” Lugal directed, gesturing to one of the marble benches. “First I will rinse your hair.”

  “Oh, now that’s just plain cruel, making me wait for the good stuff.”

  His eyebrows bounced and he smiled. “Yes, I know. I am prolonging the sexual tension. Do you like it?”

  “No. I want to feel you deep—ooh!” She’d been so busy complaining that Samantha hadn’t even realized Lugal had zeroed in on her pussy and thrust deep. “Mmmm…yes, like that…just like that.”

  “And like this?” He spread her lips again, aiming the pulsing water at her clit while he shoved higher inside.

  Samantha was ready to go through the roof with pleasure, feeling the drag of him leaving her and the slam of his re-entry, combined with the sweet torment at her sensitive bud.

  “And like this?” His talented mouth was at her breast now, nibbling at her aching nipple.

  “Oh yeah…God, yes…”

  “As wet as the shower makes you,” Lugal said, nibbling her ear, “I am still able to smell the sweet musk of your cunt. Your scent calls to my veins, even above the perfume of the lavender.” He braced her against the dripping wall and shoved in harder. “I could make love to you for all eternity and never tire of it.”

  Eternity. Eternity…

  “Oh Lugal…” A sob caught in Samantha’s throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the hollow of his shoulder. The reminder that their time together was so fleeting, that he’d be facing an eternity in a nether existence, tore at her soul.

  “Shhh, shhh, we will have none of that now, my sweet.” Lifting her head, he smoothed her hair and kissed the tears from her eyes. “We will focus on the joy, the immense pleasure we give to each other. And we will keep those memories with us for all eternity.”

  Lugal returned the pulsing stream to her clit, adjusting the power so it came in forceful spurts against her swollen clitoris. He screwed his hips, abrading her G-spot.

  “I want to hear the echo of your scream bouncing off these walls as I take you on lil to an. I want to see your rapture. To see those incredible lapis lazuli eyes of yours wide with wonder, then fogged with passion as you are seized in the grip of climax.”

  A hot flush of pleasure coursed deep in Sam
antha’s belly, expanding outward, inward, until she found herself in the throes of a spiraling orgasm. Clutching his wet chest, she screamed out Lugal’s name and he thrust into her, harder, faster, growling and grunting as he picked up speed.

  The spurting water was sheer torture at her clit…and she didn’t want it to stop. He knew her so well. Even through his own roaring climax, he kept the showerhead affixed a mere few inches from her clitoris.

  Using the water, he coaxed Samantha through another orgasm, and then another until her being was spent and she slumped, limp and sated into his arms.

  “You were the one who was supposed to scream,” she reminded him.

  “But I did, little one. You did not hear because your own scream was deafening. Listen.” He cupped his hand to his ear. “You can still hear it echoing.”

  She almost followed his lead until she realized he was teasing.

  “That look in your eyes a moment ago, it is the one I spoke of. The one I love. Wondrous, curious, trusting.” He leaned, planting a kiss on Samantha’s cheek. “Only one of the many reasons why ze ki angu.”

  “Mmmm, I remember that one.” Samantha gave a throaty chuckle. “It means you are my beloved and I love you. Ze ki angu to you too.”

  “I think it is time for us to talk, little one.”

  “No.” Samantha clutched Lugal’s wet limbs, wishing she could melt into his flesh and become one with him.

  “You still have a third wish to make.”

  “Not until the very last minute. I don’t want to lose a single precious second with you, Lugal. There’s no way I’m sending you back to that bottle early.”

  “Rosie tells me that you have made your wish decision, but you would not share it with her. It must be very personal.”

  “It is.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “No…I can’t. Not until it’s time for me to make my official wish. Until then I just want to pretend like that time will never have to come and that we can just go on like this forever.”

  “I understand.” Lugal kissed her tenderly, then rose to place the showerhead back in place. Instead of returning to the bench, he slipped to the floor of the shower. “Let me taste you once more,” he said. “Spread your pale limbs for me and show me the deep, silken rose between your lips.”

  He nudged Samantha’s thighs apart and she spread for him. “I can’t. I’m still quaking from my last orgasm, Lugal. It’s too soon.”

  His laugh was slow and husky. “You forget, Samantha, I know your body almost as well as I know my own. I know what you need, when you need it and what you’re capable of.” He inched his face closer to her pussy and sniffed. “You crave my mouth, my teeth, my tongue, on your most sensitive flesh. Your body yearns to tremble with the molten shock of orgasm after orgasm after…”

  He buried his head between her thighs. Then his wonderful, talented mouth was on her, performing a variety of sinfully delicious tasks. At the moment his tongue pierced her cunt, his finger pierced her ass. Both wiggled within her, making her squirm. She lingered on a moan as lightning speared through her senses at the dual sensations.

  Threading her fingers through his long hair, Samantha strived to commit every nuance of the passionate moment to memory. Everything from the way the water dribbled down the marble, to the sound of Lugal’s breathing, to the sight of his big barbarian’s body curved before her, to the battle scars on his back and shoulders, to the deeply erotic sensations rippling through her…everything.

  She had to, because it would never happen again. Ever.

  “You’re right, Lugal, you do know me. Better than anyone ever has…or ever will. There’s a special magic in your hands, in that lush mouth of yours. You know just what to do to make me—”

  He bit her clitoris, hard enough to make her shudder and yet gentle enough to make her sigh. Samantha thought her senses would escape her as he nipped and nibbled.

  “Ahhhhh…yes…that’s exactly what I mean, Lugal.”

  He finger-fucked her tight little hole, twisting and turning. That in combination with the savage swoop of his tongue, up and down the length of her slit had her sucking in a sharp breath. Her head fell back against the wet marble while her hands fisted around his damp locks, urging him on. “Magic, pure, unadulterated genie magic.”

  She bit her lip hard as the torrent of ecstasy tore through her. Her clit was ultra-sensitive now, so much so that she almost feared it would detonate with just one more wicked ripple of pleasure.

  “Oh, Lugal…Lugal!”

  He held her firmly, whispering sweet words of love in Sumerian, as her body bucked and quaked. No matter what tongue he used, his sentiments came through loud and clear. Sentiments her heart echoed.

  Samantha felt a warm soapy cloth skimming her body. Lugal was washing her as she recovered from her stunning orgasm. His big, strong hands could be so gentle and caring, so soft and precise when he wanted them to be.

  He slicked the cloth over her body, digging his fingers into her flesh, kneading here and there like a tender all-over body massage.

  Her leg was in his lap as he smoothed the lavender-scented cloth across her skin. Lugal kissed her foot, from one toe to the next. “Every part of your body, every tiny fragment of your being. I love all of it. I worship and adore you, my sweet dod.”

  “What does dod mean?”

  “Lover…in the truest sense of the word.” He lifted Samantha from the marble seat and they stood together beneath the warm showers of water. “After we towel dry we will retire to our bed and share another bottle of champagne. We will say to each other all the heart-true words that are necessary before I must leave you.”

  Yes…time was running out…

  It was time to face their destinies…together.

  Her heart heavy with acceptance and understanding, Samantha nodded and sighed. She suspected that Lugal hoped the champagne might help to soothe her anxiety, to cloud and soften her thinking about his impending departure. But nothing could accomplish that. She’d be aware, focused and alert until that final tortuous second.

  “Yes…yes, we’ll do that,” she agreed. “I want to spend the last moments we have together in each other’s arms.”

  “To the last second,” Lugal assured her, stepping out of the shower and holding out his hand for Samantha.

  Taking one of the big, thick Turkish towels from the warming rack, Lugal wrapped it around her, patting and rubbing, tending to the just-dried places with soft kisses.

  When he finished, Samantha returned the favor, drying his wet body and hair with the other warm towel, fully aware it was the last time she’d have the privilege.

  They lit all the candles throughout the bedroom and Samantha lit sticks of sandalwood and patchouli incense, the two fragrances she first connected with Lugal when he poured forth from the bottle. She breathed in the wafting, aromatic smoke and sighed. They’d forever be her favorite scents.

  Lugal opened the bottle of champagne, the finest, costliest vintage from their wine cellar. They’d saved the rare selection for just this moment, to savor the superb bubbly together as they savored the wonderful memories they’d created together. To make their final repast as perfect as possible, Samantha added a small box of Belgian chocolates.

  Slipping into her deep purple bra, panties and the matching floor-length semi-sheer robe, she remembered when Lugal had personally selected them at Victoria’s Secret. She’d never forget the look of longing in his eyes as he lifted the wispy items and noted, ‘The color of a Sumerian sky on a late summer’s night. Your alabaster skin will look like the moon and stars against these garments. You will wear these for me, Samantha.’

  Her breath caught when Lugal went to the dresser and drew out his genie garb, the turquoise balloon pants, golden-yellow belt sash and the short black embroidered vest, embedded with rubies. And there was his mighty saber and its sheath.

  Samantha’s heart ached as she watched him set out his clothing, seeing the muscle twitch in his jaw as
he eyed the garments. They were more comfortable that jeans, he had explained to her, and better suited to the confinement of the bottle.

  Once fully dressed, he stood before her. The grim, solemn line of his lips could in no way be mistaken for a smile. It was a look she hadn’t seen on his handsome features before. It broke her heart to see it there.

  “Come, my love,” Lugal said, extending his hand and attempting a smile. “Let us toast to our six months of happiness together.”

  Samantha slipped her hand into his and they sat in the middle of the bed with its diaphanous cream-color curtains around them. Samantha loved their bedroom. Just stepping into it made her think of Lugal. The lushness of the space, with its abundance of embroidered pillows, satins and touches of gold, brought a sultan’s palace to mind. Or, rather, a genie’s palace…

  Lugal handed her a flute of champagne. “My heart desires to speak to you,” he said. “I will make a special toast to you.” Taking a deep breath, Samantha nodded.

  Looping arms with her, so that they’d drink from their glasses continental style, Lugal gazed deeply into her eyes.

  “O Samantha, my ki-aga, my beloved of the fair-spoken mouth, of the ever kind lapis eyes, of the vulva so wondrous to behold. Munus, woman, sweet as the date. Your precious caress is more savory than honey. Your interior is the place where the sun rises, endowed with abundance. Just as the light of the rising moon, my sweet beloved too, is clothed in enchantment. Ze ki angu, Samantha…ze ki angu.”

  Lugal sipped from his glass as did she.

  His heartfelt words and the intense, sincere look in his dark eyes moved Samantha to tears. “That was beautiful, Lugal, like a lyrical poem.”

  “It is an ode that my heart sings,” Lugal explained, clapping his hand on his chest and nodding. “Expressed in the way of my people, in the manner of my time. It is my way of telling you how dearly beloved you are to me.”

  “You’re going to have me bawling like a baby in a second,” she said, swiping tears from her cheeks.

  Lugal cupped her chin, giving her a loving look of warmth she’d never forget. “It is important to me that you know the depth of my love. The six months I spent with you are the most fulfilling in my long existence. Never in my life, Samantha, have I cared for another more than I care for my own life. Until now.”