Servant of Desire (The Battered Lamp 2)(Harem Genie erotica)

by James, Reed

  “Well...”

  Then she punched his arm, catching him by surprise. He winced.

  “Who is she?”

  “Um...”

  “You have had coitus recently, and not with Christy.”

  “I...”

  “Men are such pigs! I thought you loved her. She will be crushed!”

  Kyle was surprised by Britney's vehemence. She never had been happy that he was dating Christy, though he never pried the why out of his friend. This reaction caught him completely off guard. “It's not like that. She's...” My wife, he wanted to say. A thousand-year-old Genie whom I inadvertently married when I used her lamp to burn incense and freed her from her sleep. Dammit, if I can't tell my best friend, then whom do I talk to about it? “She's my wife.”

  Her hand froze; her big eyes blinked behind her thick glasses. “What?”

  “You know my mom was Kurdish. It's one of those, uh, arranged marriages.”

  “So you engaged in coitus with her?”

  “Do you have to call it that?” he asked. It made him feel so dirty when she used that word.

  “Coitus? It is the proper term.”

  “Fine, I had coitus with her. A few times. She's...” Hot, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, irresistible. “She's hard to resist.”

  “Pig,” she sighed.

  “I don't know what to do,” he whined. “I love Christy and...” And what, do I love Aaliyah? He found a strange longing in his heart, and he wished both Aaliyah and Christy were here. A picture of the three of them together in bed flashed through his mind, Aaliyah's dusky hand and Christy's pale hand stroking his cock as they leaned into—he stopped imagining that, his cock growing uncomfortably large in his jeans. “I don't know what to think. It was all sprung on me last night. Faiza's cool with it. She's Kurdish, too, so it's not weird or anything.”

  “Break up with Christy then. She deserves that. Do not string her along, Kyle.”

  Kyle frowned, making the turn into Rogers College's parking lot. He parked his car, and saw Christy leaning against the school's brick wall, waving at him. She's probably been texting me the entire time we were driving. She's so pretty. His heart sped up, and he couldn't help smiling and waving back. “I can't. I love her.”

  “Then annul your marriage with this other woman.”

  The thought brought a momentary spike of fear. Did that sexy Genie worm her way into my heart that quick? Or is this just lust? She's the first girl to jump my bones, and she's willing to do it again and again. I don't want to give that up, not when being inside her was so wonderful. Fuck, why did everything have to be so damn confusing?

  “Don't tell Christy, okay?”

  “I will not,” Britney answered, though she didn't sound pleased. “You should.”

  “I will. I just need to think.”

  “She is bad for you, Kyle.”

  “What? Aaliyah?”

  “No, Christy.” Britney stared straight at him, her eyes—magnified by her thick glasses—fixed on him like a fierce tiger, and he swallowed. Normally his friend was as calm as a placid lake, but sometimes she could grow so intense, like a lake frothed by a raging storm. “She is a liar. She will break your heart.”

  Kyle wanted to press her for more information, but Christy was walking up to his car, and this wasn't the sort of conversation Kyle wanted her to overhear. Why does she think Christy's a liar? Christy and Britney had never gotten along, and Kyle never had understood why neither woman liked each other. He sighed and opened his car door.

  Christy was waiting, her pouty lips smiling, and enthusiastically hugged him. He felt momentarily guilty until her lips touched his, then he savored her love and the feel of her body pressed against his. Could I have both of them? Aaliyah seems more than okay with it, but what about Christy? Who am I kidding, Christy would never be in for that. No American woman would share her boyfriend.

  “You're late,” Christy declared. “Let's go before Professor Skinner gets mad at us.”

  “You look pretty today,” Kyle smiled as he took her hand, and together they headed to their math class, the only class they shared this semester. Kyle struggled at math, but Christy was great at it. All the women in my life seem better at math than me.

  “I am sorry about last night,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I meant it. I was willing to go all the way.”

  “And this Friday?”

  She took a deep breath, crimson playing on her cheeks. “I'm still ready.” His cock was lead in his pants, and he adjusted himself, bringing a naughty giggle to her lips “I know. You should feel my panties. I wish I brought a fresh pair.”

  “I would love to...” his voice trailed off as a professor came around the corner and he suddenly felt awkward.

  “Tomorrow night,” she promised, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  Aaliyah sat at Kyle's computer, fascinated at all the new things she was discovering. Thanks to her powers, she had developed an innate understanding of how to use the technology. So much had changed in the thousand years she had slept. The world she knew was gone and buried, and this new and exciting world had taken its place. Full of magic called technology that almost rivaled some of the feats she could perform. Almost.

  Is father all right? she wondered as she read about the history of the Middle East. Nothing there had really changed; it was still wracked by war. He must think I'm lost for eternity. Well, Kyle is perfect. He can save the realms, once I help him shed some of his peculiar ideas. Never would Aaliyah have thought a man could pass up the opportunities of delight she offered.

  Around the house, her little homunculi, fashioned from dust, were cleaning the house for her. Poor Faiza was overworked having to support Fatima and Kyle, so Aaliyah was more than happy to relieve her of that burden. It was very shameful that her father and brothers were not supporting her in her widowhood.

  The door opened downstairs.

  Curious, Aaliyah left the pocket space that Kyle's room occupied. I'm going to have to expand this. I need my own bedroom, and there needs to be space for his other wives and concubines. As she started going downstairs she came face to face with Fatima. The young woman froze on the stairs, her round face paled and dark eyes widened in alarm.

  “Oh, shit!” she gasped. “I didn't think you'd...shit!”

  “Do not be alarmed,” Aaliyah smiled, and sensed her thoughts. Fear, alarm, and surprise mixed together. She's afraid I'll tell her mother. She's supposed to be at college. “I will not tell your mother.”

  Fatima's relieved breath came out in an audible whoosh. “Well, um, good. So I need to, uh... Yeah.”

  She was flustered, gathering her thoughts. Aaliyah reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Let's have a ta—”

  “What the hell is that!” Fatima shrieked, pointing at one of her homunculi. It was squat, maybe a foot tall—what a curious measurement—and made of gray-brown dust, vaguely shaped like a human.

  “A servant,” Aaliyah answered. “Cleaning the house.”

  “But...how...” Fatima's mouth worked soundlessly.

  “I am a Djinn. Of the Jann tribe.”

  “A Djinn? A Genie?”

  Aaliyah sighed inwardly. Could no one in this land pronounce her people's name properly? “Yes. Kyle freed me from my slumber and now I am his wife.”

  The Djinn felt a stab of jealously followed by shame from the young woman. How very curious, Aaliyah thought as she picked apart Fatima's thoughts. “Come on, let's have a nice cup of tea and talk.”

  Aaliyah took her hand, warm, soft; heat flushed in her nethers. Fatima was pretty, a budding flower promising to become a great beauty. While Kyle was the first man the Djinn had lain with, he wasn't the first person. She had learned the delights that could be found with another woman in her father's harem. It was the only proper way for a woman to relieve her desires if her husband or master's affections cannot be obtained. Fatima had beautiful eyes and dusky skin, and her body did so ach
e for her husband's touch.

  Fatima's room was a little smaller than Kyle's and cluttered. Clothes were strewn everywhere—Fatima blushed and began snatching dirty panties off the floor—and paintings of cute boys covered the walls. She had never seen such lifelike paintings before. They looked so real, like the images on the computer and, curiously, words were drawn on them with strange names: Justin Bieber, One Direction, Big Time Rush.

  A minute later several homunculi tottered in carrying a steaming teapot, a spicy scent filling the air. Aaliyah took several pillows off her bed and sat on the floor. Fatima sat across from her and the Djinn had a lovely view up the young woman's skirt to her panties tight across her feminine treasure.

  “How can you wear that?” Fatima asked. “I can see everything. It's so indecent.”

  Aaliyah looked down at her yellow silks. “This is a harem dress,” she answered. “For my husband's pleasure. I would not wear this where another man could see me. But you show all that leg to complete strangers. Where I come from, that would be most indecent.”

  “This skirt goes down to my knees! I have skirts that are far shorter.”

  The homunculi finished pouring. The tea was warm and spicy and Aaliyah savored it. “What is Kyle like?”

  Fatima snorted and then choked on her tea. “You're the one fucking him.”

  “Well, yes, but we just met.” Aaliyah took another sip. Delicious. “He seems like a kind man, and loves his girlfriend very much.” Girlfriend. What a strange word.

  “I thought he did, and then he married you.”

  Jealousy radiated from the girl. She loves him. Perhaps she would make an excellent wife. “Kyle shall have more than one wife. This Christy seems like a likely candidate, and I eagerly await meeting her. I hope we can be the fastest of friends, sharing in our love for him.”

  Fatima stared in stunned amazement at the Djinn. “That's crazy. You can only have one wife.”

  “Why?”

  “I...I don't know,” Fatima spluttered. “You just can't.”

  “What were you thinking about in the shower?” Aaliyah asked, probing the young woman's feelings. Kyle seemed unwilling to expand his harem, and a great man needed one to prove the power he possessed.

  The girl blinked in shock. *pleasure horny Kyle's chest his muscles Kyle's cock inside me fucking me oh yes oh yes.* Her thoughts were scrambled: flashes of Kyle; fantasies of being taken by her him in the shower, in her bedroom; forced to be his lover and please him. Aaliyah smiled.

  “I was just showering.” Her protest was half-hearted, her face darkening in embarrassment.

  Aaliyah peered into her eyes, reaching out to touch her knees. “I think you were doing more than that.”

  Fatima's looked down at her tea. “Okay, fine. I was masturbating. Thinking about guys.”

  “About Kyle?”

  “Of course not!” Her protest sounded sincere. “He's like my brother. I've known him my whole life!”

  And been in love with him for that long. Aaliyah picked up apart the tangled mess of her thoughts. Fatima always felt like Kyle never saw her as a woman and masked her hurt behind playful jests. How sad. If she could hear Kyle's thought, she would know just how much Kyle admires her body.

  “It's okay,” the Djinn told her, stroking her thigh. “He is so handsome, how could you not think about him that way?”

  “But I'm just a silly, little girl to him!” she sniffed. “He still thinks of me as that bratty ten year old.”

  “Love can overcome those obstacles,” Aaliyah answered, patting her knee.

  Aaliyah's touch seemed to break something inside the girl, and Fatima's face became crestfallen, tears brimming in her eyes. “Really? I'm so flat-chested. And Christy has those nice, perky tits and her milkmaid complexion! How can I compete?”

  Aaliyah reached out and gently wiped at her tear, then cupped her face, leaning in. “You are a great beauty. Those pouty lips and dark eyes framed by your lush lashes. And Kyle notices. Believe me.”

  Fatima bit her lip. “Really?”

  Aaliyah nodded in understanding. “It's only natural. He is a man, you are a woman. How could he not find you attractive?” She took a sip of her tea, letting the words sink into Fatima's mind. “If you could marry him, would you?”

  “Marry Kyle? I...” She swallowed. “It's not legal to have more than one wife in America.”

  Aaliyah leaned in closer, their lips inches apart, staring into the girl's dark, almond-shaped eyes. She is so beautiful. As beautiful as Kyle is handsome. Her nethers ached, and she wished Kyle was home to provide her with some satisfaction. Lust billowed inside the Djinn, her thoughts full of her husband, increasing her ardor. “Would you if there were no consequences?”

  Her answer was a whisper. “Yes.”

  Aaliyah kissed her. Fatima froze in surprise, then pulled away. “What're you doing?”

  “I can feel your lust,” she answered. “It would be wrong of us to seek out another man who wasn't our husband, so we should turn to each other.”

  “You mean...me and you...”

  Aaliyah nodded.

  “But I'm not a lesbian.”

  “Neither am I,” the Djinn nodded. “There is nothing wrong with women of the harem seeking comfort from each other.”

  “Harem?”

  “You wish to be his wife?”

  Fatima's cheeks darkened and she nodded.

  “Close enough,” Aaliyah purred, leaning in, and kissed her future sister-wife again. This time Fatima didn't pull away.

  Fatima's kiss was sweet, her lips moist, a curious flavor, sweet and tart, covered the young woman's lips. Her head tilted, almond eyes squeezed shut, and she sighed into the Djinn. Aaliyah hands reached out, caressing her side through the curious fabric of her...T-shirt. It wasn't linen or silk or satin, and the weave was so fine. Such marvels this age held.

  Fatima's timid hands touched Aaliyah's side beneath her vest, and Aaliyah squirmed and kissed her harder. Her kiss is divine and soon she'll be my sister-wife! Aaliyah's heart beat faster. She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt; Fatima trembled. The Djinn's gentle hands found a curious garment binding her budding breasts.

  Aaliyah broke the kiss and pulled Fatima's shirt over her head. The curious garment was white with pink dots over it, standing out against her dark skin, and cupped her breasts with straps running over her shoulders and beneath her arms. “What is this?” she asked, caressing Fatima's hard nipple through the fabric.

  “My bra?” She rolled her eyes. “Don't you know what a bra is? It supports my breasts and makes me look cute.”

  “You do look cute,” Aaliyah grinned. “How does it come off?”

  “There's a clasp in the back.”

  Aaliyah reached around the girl, fumbling at the fastener. The bra came loose, and her olive breasts topped with dark nipples appeared. Her mouth salivated, and she leaned forward and sucked Fatima's little morsels into her lips.

  “Oh, wow!” gasped the young woman. “That's wild!”

  The Djinn enjoyed the soft sighs and moans as her tongue swirled about the hard nub. She kissed across to her other breast and nipped the nipple. Fatima squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to push up Aaliyah's top. The Djinn dismissed her clothes and moaned as delicate fingers massaged her breasts. Fatima was gentler than Kyle; her fingers curious as she explored Aaliyah's breasts, teasing Aaliyah's hard nipples. Juices dripped from the Djinn's pussy, spurred on by Fatima's touch.

  “Oh, Aaliyah!” Fatima gasped as the Djinn slithered her hand between the girl's thighs.

  Aaliyah could feel her warmth through her panties. Another curious piece of clothing. Fatima lifted her ass, letting the Djinn slide a pair of panties, made with the same the pattern as her bra, off the girl's dusky thighs. Aaliyah stopped sucking at her breast and stared at Fatima's exposed pussy beneath her bunched up skirt. Her labia were virginally tight, adorned with a fine down of dark hair, and weeping her passion.

  “I've been sprou
ting for years and I still can't grow a proper bush,” Fatima sighed as Aaliyah caressed her vulva.

  “But your pussy is so cute,” Aaliyah objected. “So fresh and virginal. Kyle will love the sight. You look so tasty.”

  “Holy shit!” gasped Fatima as Aaliyah suddenly buried her face in the young woman's pussy and licked, savoring her tart flavor. “Ohmyfuckinggod, that's amazing!”

  Aaliyah smiled inwardly, feeling the chaotic passion of Fatima's thoughts as her tongue devoured her: ohmygod her tongue so good she's licking me ohmygod am I a lesbian I don't care feels so amazing I love it I love her I can't wait to be with Kyle if it feels half so good ohmygod she touched my clit I love her tongue oh fuck oh wow this is so much better than the shower head oh fuck I'm gonna cum oh yes.

  “Keep doing that, please!” the girl panted. “I'm gonna cum!”

  Aaliyah enjoyed the feel of Fatima's cunt on her lips, digging her tongue in and reveling in her tart taste. Every time she breathed in, she smelled the wonderful scent of Fatima's passion. Her fingers found the girl's clitoris. With care, she massaged it, circling the little nub and bringing a squeal from the young woman's lips. Aaliyah kept rubbing, staring into Fatima's dark, almond-shaped eyes as she writhed with passion.

  Then Fatima bucked and juices exploded out of her pussy. “Holy shit!” she shouted as she came. Then she collapsed and panted, staring up at the ceiling; a large grin plastered on her face. “That was fucking fantastic, Aaliyah!”

  “Do you want to lick me?” Aaliyah asked the panting girl as she lay on the carpet, her budding breasts beading with sweat.

  “Hell, yeah!”

  Aaliyah turned around, straddling the girl's face, and dived back into Fatima's pussy—it was the Djinn's favorite position to use with a woman. She moaned her pleasure as the girl's tongue ran stiff through her groove, licking at her clit. Aaliyah licked and sucked Fatima's tasty pussy, spreading the nineteen year old open; she was bright pink and wet inside, her hymen still intact.

  Good. Kyle deserves unplucked fruit.

  The two girls feasted on each other, filling the room with the sweet incense of their lust and love. Fatima's tongue and lips grew more bold, sucking, nipping, driving the Djinn to a low, purring orgasm, and quickly building her to a second one. Aaliyah gasped when the young woman wiggled a finger into her canal, pumping it rapidly in and out. Aaliyah stroked her pussy, gently exploring her folds with her digit, careful not to burst her hymen. She sucked the girl's hard clit into her lips, nibbling, sucking, trying to drive the girl to an earth-shattering orgasm.