Alana’s Magic Lamp

by Sahara Kelly

  “Come, Alana, we will progress…”

  Hari took her hand away from his navel and pulled her toward the futon and two large cushions.

  She was almost angry with him for interrupting her meditations—she wanted to feel more of his energy tickling her fingertips.

  Hari chuckled.

  “There is much more, Alana, trust me.”

  He knelt, then sat on the cushion in the traditional meditative position, thighs splayed wide and ankles crossed. He pulled the other pillow between his legs and patted it.

  “Sit here, Alana, as I am sitting, with your legs over mine,” he held her hand firmly as she swayed slightly, and then settled into his lap as he had directed.

  “Cross your ankles behind me—good.”

  Alana realized that her pussy was opened wide to his gaze. She looked down to see his cock inches from her body and her juices moistening her already glistening labia.

  “Alana—I need you to concentrate on my eyes, my love…”

  He had to be kidding, right?

  But he wasn’t. “Alana, look into my eyes—it is important that we hold each other’s gaze from now on. It is another in the connections between us that we are going to explore. Place your hand back on my chest—reactivate your contact with my chi—my life force.”

  His hand touched her skin again, scorching her flesh.

  This time, she willingly pressed against him, keeping her eyes fixed on his. Concentrating, she cleared her mind, and allowed the hot, tingly sensation into her hand and up her arm.

  “Good, that is very good,” quietly encouraged Hari.

  “Keep looking into my eyes—see my desire for you as it grows stronger,” he murmured.

  Alana heard a rhythmic drumbeat in her mind and realized it was her heart—or was it Hari’s? She couldn’t tell—they were beating in synchronized time with each other.

  “Feel our energies weaving together, Alana, deepening, merging—I am coming into you and you are coming into me.”

  She smiled dreamily into his eyes, watching his pupils as they dilated with pleasure. The energies that surrounded her hand were spreading out—she wondered if her hair was standing on end like it did in those static electricity displays.

  “Feel the forces taking over more and more of your body, my delight,” crooned Hari. “The flow is dropping, down and down to your pleasure centers, to your yin and my yang, preparing for the moment when we shall truly blend our flow…”

  Alana lost herself in Hari’s eyes—dark pools of mystery, reflecting her nude body back at her, shining in the soft candlelight.

  She pulled in a quick breath as Hari’s cock flickered against her.

  “Don’t look away, Alana. I am going to close the circle between us…” And he scooted forward very slightly to rest the head of his cock at her entrance.

  She sighed in delight.

  “Oh, God, Hari, that feels so good—so hot…” she breathed.

  “Keep your hand on my body—feel our energies as I feel yours. Now we are joined and our energies are close to becoming one…”

  Alana licked lips that had suddenly gone dry.

  “Can you feel my energies, love, can you feel the beat of my life force? I can feel yours.” His eyes devoured her.

  Lost in sensation, she concentrated, realizing that she could indeed feel every throb of his huge cock as it rested on her swollen folds. Her clit pulsed in time with his heartbeat.

  He pulled her closer and entered her until the flared head of his cock was snuggled tightly into her cunt.

  “You may remove your hand from my chest now, Alana—we are truly joined…” breathed Hari, eyes black with desire.

  Alana scarcely blinked as she eased her hand from his chest and rested her arms on his shoulders.

  “Mmmm…” she said dreamily, content with the sensation of his energies flowing into her and becoming one with her.

  Hari moved even closer. Now almost all his cock was buried within her and his heat spread up through her body, making every nerve tingle. Her nipples budded and tightened, and she gasped as she felt his chest hairs lightly caress them. Their eyes never broke contact.

  “Now we move,” whispered Hari.

  His hands clasped her buttocks gently, and he rocked forward, pushing himself deep inside her.

  Then he pulled back, encouraging her to follow his movements. Alana let out a groaning sigh of delight.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  Her world was tipped upside down. She felt as if they were three feet off the pillows, hell—they could have been orbiting Saturn for all she knew. Dancing particles of energy flickered over her sensitized skin and her pussy wept for joy as Hari continued his rhythmic rocking—in and out.

  Her cunt spasmed once, and again, then spasmed in time with the plunging of Hari’s cock.

  A sound of ecstasy was wrung out of Hari, but still they gazed deep into each other’s eyes.

  They rocked, and gazed, bodies now so close together that the slightest breath either of them took was felt by the other.

  They shared heartbeats, their juices mingled into one brilliant flow, and their eyes remained fixed on each other.

  Hari pulled Alana to him that final inch and his body continued to rock, abrading her clit now as he did so.

  Gently he eased her up to the next level—her spasms were becoming more intense —she realized she was having little orgasms and her whole body took on a level of awareness she’d never have believed possible.

  She felt Hari’s cock throbbing and swelling even more inside her—the feeling of exquisite fullness emphasized by the gentle continuous rocking and the sensual liberation of watching him as he remained buried inside her body.

  His eyes reflected his passion, almost completely black now—the pupils had expanded to obliterate the brown iris. Sweat was breaking out on his brow, and she knew they had to be close to…something.

  “Let your energies release, Alana, let my cock take your life force—share with me…”

  The rocking continued, and gradually Alana felt a tension rise within her body. It started in her cunt, ran through her clit and erupted up, up towards her shoulders and her neck.

  She knew her eyes must be widening at this amazing sensation—her internal muscles were tightening around Hari’s cock and she could smell the mixture of sweat and their sexual juices over the incense.

  Every single iota of awareness she possessed crystallized into blinding focus as an enormous rush of power gushed through her body and blew the top of her head off. For the first time she broke away from Hari’s gaze as her head fell back, her neck muscles tensed and she shrieked silently, riding out an orgasm that threatened to completely pulverize her intestines.

  Hari was with her. Straining, he bent his head and tucked it into her neck, ramming himself as far into her contracting channel as he could and allowing the intense muscle contractions to bring him to his climax. He came with a shout, pumping for endless eons into Alana.

  Wisps of blue fog danced up from where they were joined, catching the candlelight like iridescent starlight captured by the moment.

  They stilled, holding each other, neither willing to break the spell that held them, joined them, and made them one.

  Chapter 13

  “Holy shit,” muttered Alana from the depths of the futon.

  “That about sums it up, yeah,” groaned Hari, face down and sprawled next to her.

  “That was…that was completely…Tantric.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Hari?”

  “Mmm?”

  Alana stroked her hand lovingly over Hari’s firm buttocks, loving the feeling of the tender flesh responding to her movements.

  “Does this happen every time a couple gets Tantricized, or whatever you call it?”

  Hari turned his head fully towards her, snuggling a little so that she could reach both buns. He grinned.

  “Nope.”

  “No?”

  “Uh uh.”
r />   “So what just happened…between us, I mean…that wasn’t a normal Tantric orgasm?”

  “Well, for starters I don’t think there is such a thing as a normal Tantric orgasm— it’s different for everybody. But a general train of thought is that at least one of the partners has to be a skilled practitioner of various forms of yoga, including the Tantric forms, for this to be a successful experience.”

  Her fingers danced along the cleft of his buttocks and she noticed his fragile hairs stiffening as she gave him goosebumps.

  “So, I may never have another orgasm like that without you, is that what you’re saying?”

  Hari caught her wandering hand and brought it to his lips.

  “Alana-love, there are many wonderful experiences lying ahead of you, and some of them may indeed involve the Tantra—it depends. Are you interested in learning the practice perhaps? Or maybe a future partner will be an adherent. The possibilities are endless. My participation is unnecessary.”

  “Oh, Hari,” she sighed, snuggling towards him.

  He pulled her head onto his shoulder and tucked her body close to his.

  “Rest now, Alana, worry in the morning if you must, but for now, let your body and your mind settle and become comfortable with your new knowledge of yourself and the world around you.”

  She gazed through the glass dome at the night sky, peppered with stars.

  Hari was right. She had felt the touch of something greater than herself, some kind of energy that had nothing to do with power plants and everything to do with nature. It was a humbling experience, and trying to consider all the implications seemed an impossible task right at that moment.

  Her eyelids drooped, and, lulled by the sound of Hari’s heartbeat, she slid rapidly into sleep.

  Hari smiled, dropped a kiss on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

  * * * * *

  Alana giggled at the puppies in her arms. There were two adorable, soft and cuddly pups, and she was cradling them and crooning to them as they wriggled and writhed against her. Then they started licking her.

  She laughed aloud at the tickling sensation of their tongues, then gasped as their tongues flickered over her nipples—she realized she was quite naked. Why was she holding puppies when she had no clothes on? Were they teething? What if they peed? What if—

  She opened her eyes to see two heads close together over her breasts, each gently suckling a nipple.

  “Jeez, guys—you’re a hell of an alarm clock,” she yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

  Hari and Sami raised their heads and gave her almost-identical smiles then returned to their task—bringing her breasts awake to the point of exquisite sensation.

  They were doing a damn fine job.

  She dropped her arms and rested them on warm solid shoulders. The affection she felt for these two beings swelled in her heart and she caressed the two heads, sliding her fingers through their hair.

  They were devoted to her—her pleasure, her comfort, how could she ever manage a normal life, having known this kind of experience? Hallucination though it might be, it was going to ruin her. And it was going to rip her heart out when the time came for them to leave.

  A sob hiccupped its way into her throat, and she burst into tears.

  “Alana-love—“ said Hari in a panicked voice.

  “What is it, my delight…” murmured Sami, brushing her hair away from her face and watching her tears fall in horror.

  “Tell us, Alana—please—are you in pain? Did we hurt you? What is it?”

  Both Hari and Sami petted and patted and stroked her—a portion of Alana’s mind realized she was seeing an example of the power of tears to reduce a man to a nervous wreck.

  “I don’t want to have to say goodbye to you guys—my life will NEVER be the same,” she wailed.

  “Oh, Alana,” said Sami hugging her tight. “Is that all?”

  “All? You think that’s all? That I can spend timeless millennia fucking around with you two and treat it as something casual?” Alana sat up, irate. “And don’t think you can distract me, Hari, because it won’t work this time…”

  Hari looked down at his hand, which was gently circling her clit. He seemed surprised, almost as if he had no idea what his fingers were doing down there.

  “Sorry,” he muttered, giving her a little reassuring tweak.

  She ignored the thrill that jolted her.

  “Alana-love, after the time we have spent together, do you really think we would allow you the pain of such a parting?”

  Alana sniffed.

  Hari materialized a box of tissues.

  “Jeez, where were you when I ran out of toilet paper the other day,” grumbled Alana.

  “Blow your nose, delight. Tears in the morning should be of ecstasy, not sadness.”

  “The worries you have are groundless, Alana—our separation is inevitable, but we can assure you that you will not suffer because of it. Perhaps now you understand why the Djinns are not allowed to retain memories of their students. We would suffer this anguish every time an assignment concluded,” said Sami.

  Alana sighed.

  “I suppose you’ll make me forget too?”

  “You will have memories, Alana. There would be no point in this entire project if you were to have the recollection erased at the end, would there?”

  “No…”

  “But what you will remember is what you learned with us—our actual selves will be as a distant memory of a much-loved story. The secrets of your womanhood that we have helped you uncover will remain.”

  “The secrets of my womanhood…” mused Alana. “I’m still not sure if I have any…”

  Sami laughed. “Alana, Alana. You have already learned much—you are understanding that the real secret of sexuality lies not in here— “ he touched her pussy, “—or here— “ he touched her forehead, “—but here.” His hand lay over her heart.

  “You are learning that your heart will lead you to the right lover. When your heart is involved, the rest, including the sex, comes naturally.”

  “Terrific, eye-rolling, heel-thumping sex, like I’m having with you guys?”

  “Yep.”

  “Oh.” Alana blew her nose.

  “And speaking of terrific, eye-rolling, heel-thumping sex, we need to see about having some…” Hari gave her breast a last swipe of his tongue and rolled off the bed, while Alana admired his really fine ass—that would be ‘REALLY’ fine—Alana’s mind added the capitals as she observed the firm, deliciously rounded and slightly tanned cheeks and the way they flowed into the strong thigh muscles below. Even the indentation at the base of his spine cried out for the touch of fingers or lips—or even a gentle bite or two.

  Sami grinned as he watched Alana’s expression.

  “Down, girl.”

  Alana jumped guiltily and turned to Sami. She noticed that his cock was, as always, beautifully erect and resting on her thigh. She stroked it gently and watched as it twitched and writhed a little under her touch.

  “Hey, you can’t blame a girl for enjoying the scenery, can you?” She flicked her fingers under the head and heard Sami’s breath as it was quickly indrawn.

  “Between the two of you, I feel like I’m in the Testosterone Louvre. Art is everywhere I look.”

  Sami’s eyes were slightly glazed as she gave his cock a little tug.

  Hari snorted. “Alana—you are too generous with your praise. Now put Sami down and go have breakfast, or shower or something, because he and I have a little housekeeping to do and a few things to plan.”

  “Oh, what things?” asked Alana, giving Sami’s cock an absent pat.

  “Things like a special graduation for you, perhaps.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yep.”

  “Like what?”

  “Can’t tell. You’ll find out. Now scoot—we have chores.”

  Alana scooted.

  * * * * *

  It was a long and very refreshing shower—Alana
had grabbed a cup of Sami’s wonderful coffee to take in with her, and between the caffeine, the water, and her own practical nature, she felt able to take on anything. So what if she was eventually going to have to return to reality—it hadn’t happened yet, and to judge by the gleam in her Djinns’ eyes, there was more to come. She meant to enjoy every second of it.

  Of course, once again she found herself missing her clothing. Sighing she grabbed a towel and strode out into the Sultan’s harem.

  No—wait—this was her bedroom. Oh, God—Sami, the patron Djinn of interior design, had been at it again.

  The dome was gone, replaced by a satin ceiling and wall hangings in the richest jewel colors she could ever remember seeing. A gorgeous oriental rug caressed her toes—the antiques lover in her drooled and gave up trying to guess its origin—it was simply magnificent.

  The bed was at least a foot higher than her own—she’d need a running start to get into it, she thought with a little giggle. Soft sheers in matching tones of crimson, emerald and sapphire blue were twisted at the corners, giving the illusion of a four-poster. Pillows were casually tossed around, overstuffed and heavily embroidered in gold designs. All that was missing was the camel, some sand, and maybe the Sheik. But no, there he was.

  Hari stood looking at her with a glint of desire in his eyes.

  Alana’s jaw dropped as she took in his costume. A brief vest covered his shoulders and stopped way north of his navel. Of some rich emerald green fabric, it glittered with thousands of little sparkles—tiny jewels stitched into the embroidered design. A low-slung belt circled his hips, made from the same fabric and with the same jeweled embroidery. His pants were sheer and were clearly purchased from the reduced for clearance camel train—they were missing an important part—the entire front and back.

  “My God—I didn’t know they made chaps back in the days of the harem.”

  Hari’s lips twitched once.

  “We find it acceptable to take ideas from whatever time we visit and adapt them for our own ends,” he announced, folding his hands across his chest and looking so much like the lead in some porno flick like “Triple X Genies—Desert Hotties,” that Alana found it very hard to stifle a giggle.