Santa Genie

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  He manipulated the dildo so he was fucking both her holes at the same time.

  “Karam,” she cried out, the rhythm not quite right.

  “What should you have wished for?” he asked.

  “I can’t think. I just need you inside me.”

  “Soon,” he promised. “Tell me you learned from your mistake.” He tugged on the nipple clips so that her nipples were elongated.

  “Fuck me,” she cried.

  “What should you have wished for?”

  “I should have wished for you to help me.”

  “Wrong,” he said. “You should have wished for me to be free.”

  “But if I did, you would have returned here, and I’d be facing those two goons all alone.”

  “Melody, if I were free, I could do what I wanted. I would have turned them into dust and then whisked you here as my bride.”

  “Bride?” she asked.

  He stopped to stand next to the bed. He rolled her closer so she lay on her side. “I gave you a taste of Christmas past. A snippet of Christmas present. Now, enjoy Christmas future.”

  He shoved his cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes in pleasure and everything changed.

  Chapter Ten

  Melody’s world shifted as things changed in the room. She opened her eyes when she realized the dildo was no longer inside her but someone was licking her pussy. Melody enjoyed the sensual feel of the quick-darting tongue while she still sucked on Karam’s cock. Melody’s position had changed. Instead of lying on her side, she was on her back on an enormous bed. Karam knelt on the bed by her head.

  The husky moan alerted Melody they were no longer alone.

  Instead of Karam’s phantom magic, it was Rahiq between her legs. Rahiq’s ass was in the air, and a large dark-skinned man was pounding his cock into her. Melody could see Rahiq’s curves quiver as the other man fucked her.

  Rahiq’s tongue lapped at her with long, delicious strokes that curled Melody’s toes.

  Christmas future? Sign me up.

  The man’s abs rippled when he slammed into Rahiq so hard he pushed her face deeper into Melody’s pussy. Rahiq moaned, and the vibration made Melody suck Karam harder. Melody looked up at him, and he winked at her.

  A pale redhead knelt by her head opposite Karam and pinched Melody’s nipples, which were no longer clipped. Melody hadn’t realized she missed the sensation until the redhead tugged harder. Groaning, Melody went wild on Karam’s cock. He held her by the hair as he pumped into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The redhead slapped at Melody’s breasts, and the sting was pleasure. Rahiq’s moans were louder, and her tongue more demanding on Melody’s clit.

  Melody reached down and held her in position as she rubbed herself on Rahiq’s face until the hard rush of her orgasm flooded the other woman.

  Immediately, the man threw Rahiq on her back next to the woman punishing Melody’s tits. The bed shook as the man went back to fucking Rahiq. He bent her legs over her head. The redhead took turns spanking the man’s tight ass and pinching Melody.

  Rahiq came, screaming. It was like having a porn movie going off right next to her. The redhead stroked down Melody’s body and fingered her. Relentless, the redhead was hell-bent on bringing Melody to a fast orgasm. Karam grunted as Melody’s suction pulled him tight and deep. The redhead gasped in excitement when Melody crushed her hand between her thighs.

  Melody dug her fingers into Karam’s ass and came a second time, riding the unknown woman’s fingers. Karam flooded her throat when he followed a second later, roaring in pleasure. He rolled onto the bed and settled Melody astride him.

  Finally. Finally, she could take control. She rode him fast and hard, concentrating on nothing but getting off again with his thick cock inside her. Rahiq moved to latch on to one of Melody’s breasts and the redhead sucked on the other. Melody held them there as she took Karam deep.

  “How did you know all my fantasies?” Melody gasped out.

  “I see all. I know all,” Karam said. And for the first time, she saw how powerful a djinn he really was. He was all knowing. All seeing. All powerful.

  “I’m coming,” Melody sobbed.

  “I know.” He grinned at her as her world exploded into a thousand pleasure-pain points that blackened her vision and she keened her release. Rahiq rolled back to her lover, who was very pleased to be eating her while she made out with the redhead.

  “I told you we celebrate Christmas a bit differently in the City of Brass.” Karam stroked Melody’s sweat-slicked back. She shivered in reaction, raw from her first orgy.

  “I didn’t think I wanted to share you,” Melody said, marveling that he was still hard and she was still holding herself upright. “But I’ve never felt like this. So wild. So decadent.”

  “It’s all pleasure, my love. You have my heart.”

  “I do?”

  “You will be brought here every Christmas for as long as you live and be given the greatest pleasure your body has ever known.”

  “Why?” she asked, stroking her hands over his muscled chest and abs.

  “Because I love you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  And just like that, they were alone in his bed, back in Christmas present. Melody was still feeling the effect of the orgasms she’d experienced in the future. But her nipple clamps and dildo were bringing a buzzing sensation through her. Karam slapped at the dildo again, and Melody quaked with sensation.

  “Welcome back,” he said, kissing her.

  “Tell me about what happens when it’s not Christmas,” she ordered, biting her lip when he unstrapped the dildos from her legs. “Will you be fucking Rahiq and the redhead?”

  “Her name is Dierdre. She’ll be one of your favorites.” Karam kissed her thigh.

  Melody pulled his hair so he was looking at her. “What happens when it’s not Christmas?” she repeated.

  “It would be a shame to waste the sensation cream. It tastes like my favorite pastry. Why don’t you think about what you’d like to happen while I make you come all over my face?” Karam rolled them so she was straddling his face.

  He did that thing where she felt an extra tongue deep in her ass while he sucked on her clit. Melody had to hold on to the headboard to keep from passing out in sheer ecstasy.

  “I love you,” she muttered. “I want a family. I want us to be together always.”

  Karam moaned his acceptance and slapped her ass.

  She shrieked and shimmied on his face, tugging the gold chain herself. Fuck. He was so damned good her thighs were quivering. He growled, and she ground down on him harder.

  “Again,” Rahiq’s voice whispered in her ear. But the houri wasn’t in the room.

  Karam slapped her ass again.

  “I love you,” Melody moaned. “I want a family. I want us to be together always.”

  His tongue waggled inside both her pussy and her ass. Melody came and slumped bonelessly to the side of the bed. Karam was inside her before she could react, his cock so thick and satisfying, that she clenched around him.

  “One more time, my love.”

  “I love you,” she cried. “I want a family. I want us to be together always.” Then she came again, so hard that she blacked out.

  Epilogue: Christmas Present

  Melody’s alarm buzzed in her ear, and she hit snooze. She was having such a nice dream about a djinn and being happy. She didn’t want to wake up. She didn’t want to face reality. Then strong arms came around her.

  Melody’s eyes opened wide. She was in her own bed, but Karam was wrapped around her. It wasn’t a dream. Instead of being naked, she was wearing a silk caftan like Rahiq had been wearing.

  “Wake up, sleepyheads. I need you to sign my permission slip for our field trip to Santa’s Village,” a young girl’s voice called through the door.

  “We’ll be right there, Stephanie,” Karam answered.

  “What’s going on?” Melody said, turning in his arms. “Why is Stephanie here?” />
  “She lives with us,” Karam said calmly.

  “With us?” Melody whispered. I want a family. I want us to be together always.

  Renaldo hopped down from his perch and nosed open the bedroom door. Stephanie squealed with delight.

  “Can I give him a treat?”

  ”Sure,” Melody said, wondering if she was still dreaming. If so, she didn’t want to wake up.

  “It’s Christmas Eve day,” Karam said, rubbing her back with long, slow strokes.

  “Again?” she asked.

  He smiled. “You have to work tonight."

  Melody made a face.

  ”Stephanie is going to her mother’s. But tomorrow night we'll all be together and we’ll have our Christmas.” Karam signed the permission slip and Stephanie darted out of the room, Reynaldo following happily behind her.

  “In the City of Brass?” Melody asked.

  “That’s the day after,” he said with a wicked promise.

  “I don’t understand. How did I get four wishes?” Melanie ticked the wishes off with her fingers. “I wished to find Stephanie. Then, I wished for Renaldo to be scent free. And then I stupidly wished for Bobby and Linda to have never stolen the money.”

  Karam leaned back in bed, one arm behind his head. She was distracted by the ripple of muscles along his arm.

  “Stella.”

  “Stella?” Melody said. “How do you know about her?”

  “I know everything about you. Stella wished for a magic carpet ride. Then she wished you to have the Christmas of your dreams.”

  Melody’s eyes filled with tears. Her best friend could have wished for anything and instead she wished for her happiness. “But that doesn’t explain...”

  Holding up a hand to stop her words, Karam stroked her cheek. “And then she said, give my last wish to Melody.”

  “How can I ever repay her?” Melody hugged herself.

  “She said she wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for you and your friendship.”

  “That’s not true.” Melody sniffed back tears. “She’s perfect. And strong and everything I wished I were.”

  “Careful with wishes.” Karam said, smiling.

  “Do you think we could send another djinn her way? A really hot one?” Melody asked hopefully.

  “I think that could be arranged.”

  Melody threw herself on top of him and hugged him with all her might. “Best Christmas ever.”

  “Best life ever,” Karam murmured.

  He got that right.

  The End

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  Ship: The Genevieve

  Drink of choice: John Jameson Irish Whiskey

  Cargo: Black market items through high risk ports

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  Drink of choice: Rum

  Cargo: ???

  QUICK DONNER

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  Drink of choice: Sambuca & coffee

  Cargo: Coffee & Cigars

  Freelance Airship Captains

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  Drink of choice: Wine

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  Black Belle

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  Chapter One

  Maggie wiped the rag over the bar's shellacked surface as she regarded the five airship captains playing poker in the corner of the room. She didn’t want to draw their attention when they’ve been drinking hard all night. Airship captain was a polite term for pirate in her neck of the woods.

  There was Jeremiah Maverick, who was looking at his cards and trying hard to conceal his glee. He was famous for losing his shirt with his outrageous tells. But he was a genial sort and lost good naturedly as long as he had a bottle of whiskey in front of him. But then, he ran a lot of black market items through high risk ports, so he could afford to lose.

  St. John Preston was sucking his teeth and rubbing the condensation on his glass. He probably had a decent hand and was deciding if it was good enough to go up against Mav.

  Maggie watched as St. John throw his cards away, pursing his lips in disgust. He more than likely ran the odds in his head and didn't like his chances. He was a tactician, a calculating genius, and a wonder with numbers. St. John could turn a profit selling cell phones to the Amish.

  "Another round, Maggie m'dear," Big Sweet Glockson said, gesturing with hands large enough to hold a watermelon like a football. He looked like he was going to pay to see what Mav was hanging on to for dear life.

  "Watch your arse,” Donna said. "Niles nearly pinched me black and blue."

  "Did you sock him one?"

  "Aye, it only encourages him." Donna rolled her eyes and hurried to the cash register to take a tourist's check. Donna was her best waitress and a wiz with helping her manage all the things that came with running a bar in a port town that was also a tourist attraction. Donna loved to play the
dumb blond bombshell routine, but it was all an act to get her more tips, or to have some poor schmoe underestimate her.

  Maggie loaded up a tray with a bottle of John Jameson's best for Mav, a pitcher of beer for Big Sweet, a martini a la James Bond for St. John, a rum and coke—hold the coke—for Niles, and a coffee laced heavily with Sambuca for Quick. She carried the heavy tray two-handed to the table. Gods, she loved these boys and what they did for her profit margin.

  Laying the tray down on an empty table closest to the poker table—yet on the opposite side of Niles, Maggie cleared away the empty glasses and bowls of peanut shells.

  "Too rich for me." Niles threw in his cards and leaned back in his chair.

  Maggie felt his eyes on her, following every move. Niles Black, liked to live up to his name by being a dark, evil hearted rogue. She couldn't prove he ran slaves. If she did, he'd never set foot in the The Midnight Lady again. He made her skin crawl when he looked at her with his flat, shark-like gaze. Luckily, she only saw him on poker nights, and only when all four of the other Captains were in port, which was generally only once a month.

  She leaned over Quick Donner to empty his ashtray, and inhaled the spicy scent of his hand rolled cigars. He owned a plantation in Cuba and Honduras, but preferred to peddle his cargo on the open seas and space ways of the universe.

  He flashed her his cards. He had pocket tens with a pair of twos showing on the flop. The boys played Texas hold 'em, like everyone else who watched TV. Maggie kept her face neutral, even though she knew Mav had a straight. She went into the kitchen with the dirty dishes.

  "I'm going downstairs to check inventory,” Maggie said, after putting the glasses and bowls in the dishwasher. “I got a text today that we're going to have five cruise ships in on Saturday."

  "Are they nuts?" Donna said, looking up from her phone. She was probably texting her brother, who ran a floating dice game on slow nights.

  "It's all about the dollar," Maggie said, opening the door to the cellar.