by Mark Albany
The sun was setting, already out of my sight but still providing some modicum of light. I found my way to what looked like the center of the maze, noted by a small opening and a trickling fountain found in the middle.
I pulled my shirt off, dropping into a crouch. There was a horde of feelings rushing through my body, and I wasn’t sure what to make of any of them. Part of me wanted to take charge of the situation. Sure, the djinn had taken us without too much difficulty, but now that we knew what we were up against, we knew what to prepare for.
That bit was confidence, I thought, inhaling deeply and closing my eyes, reaching out for the power inside me. Soft whispers of spells dropped from my lips. I honestly had no idea what the words even meant, only what they did. I might be telling some ancient to choke on its own cock and die, for all I knew. It worked, though.
Fear. That sinking feeling that had started when I’d felt the tendrils of the djinn’s power squeezing the life out of me as they wrapped around my throat in that dream. It was a feeling that just hadn’t gone away, no matter how much I tried to mask it. I was dreading meeting her again, and yet part of me knew it was bound to happen. We had banished her to the underworld, and now we knew that we would be joining her there before too long. It was going to happen.
And then there was the underworld itself. Here, courage and fear mixed together, I thought as my feet moved over the smooth pathway cut into the ground. My eyes were closed, but gripping my power like this, I didn’t need them as much as before. Words of power were still spilling from my lips as I went through the motions Aliana had taught me. She told me once that there were reasons why these movements used in combat magic were also used in combat situations by those who had no connection to the power. It was a way of channeling the body’s own energies and sometimes, that had nothing to do with magic. The long, flowing motions, either done slowly for practice or quickly for purpose, seemed to focus my mind. Not as well as sex, of course.
I could feel the mistakes starting to show up in my form. They were small at first—miscalculating a step, compensating and having to slow down, and coincided with the different emotions clashing in my mind. I picked up the pace, trying to force my mind to focus on the task at hand but that only made things worse. I pressed past mistakes, making up for them by speeding up again. I could feel muscles burning and sweat starting to roll down my bare skin as I missed another step. And then another.
I stayed on my feet longer than I thought I would have, and certainly longer than I’d ever lasted before, but it was still a bitter disappointment as I felt myself losing my balance and eventually fell crashing to the ground on my side, feeling my injured ribs grumble in complaint at the abuse. I groaned softly as I opened my eyes, turned onto my stomach and pushed myself to my feet. A light sheen of sweat coated my skin. The sun was completely gone, leaving only the moonlight to gleam off the still-babbling fountain as I walked over to it.
I put my hands on the side, intending to have a drink and maybe help to shock some sense into myself by splashing my warm skin with icy water, but paused when I saw my reflection.
There was no djinn there to look back into my eyes, but the relief I should have felt at that was oddly muted as I gritted my teeth and shook my head, trying to understand why all of this was happening. What was my importance in any of it?
I wasn’t sure how I knew Aliana was approaching. It wasn’t like I could hear her footsteps. I realized then that her attempts at keeping me out had ceased. As embroiled as I was in my problems, I’d missed when she reached out to me.
“What’s the matter, Grant?” she asked, moving closer to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. She didn’t seem to mind the sweat.
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, one hand moving down to the water, rippling it enough that my reflection was lost.
“Talk to me, Grant,” she whispered, pressing her lips to my chest. “Please?”
I nodded. “Was there a prophecy?”
She looked up from my torso to peer at me quizzically. “A prophecy?”
“Or a divination, or something?” I continued, “Something that told you I was going to be coming for you. Something that said I would be the one to find a djinn and help to save the city and get involved in all this shit. Something like that?”
She smiled, still not quite understanding where I was going with any of this. “Why do you ask?”
“It just doesn’t make sense,” I growled, frustrated. “Why me? Why did Vis and Cyron pick me for their abhorrent little game? Why was I the one who found your ring? Why did you take a liking to me? It must have been written somewhere, right? Someone must have it written down, and maybe that will show why I’m here, what I’m doing and…” I paused, not sure how to continue. “Something that says I’m capable. Something that shows I can do this, even though I’m sure I can’t. That’s how all the stories go, right? All the fables about a… an ash lad, or a stable boy… there’s always a prophecy, right? Something that lets the simple outsider know he has a place in all this, that’s he not just stuck in events beyond his control.”
A moment of silence passed with the only sound being the trickling of the fountain. Aliana pressed her face into my chest as she squeezed me closer with her arms. “If there was any kind of prophecy about you, Grant, I don’t know about it. I suppose it’s possible. The reason I took a liking to you was because I saw what you were. A kind-spirited person in need of something to guide you. Sometimes chance and fate push us into situations we can’t control or even fathom, but we have to make the best of them anyway. That’s not magic or prophecy. It’s life. There will always be questions and doubts. And that’s all right. It’s what you do when the die falls that shows what kind of man you are. Until now, what I’ve seen of you, Grant, shows you to be more than capable of handling whatever fate throws in your face.”
“You think so?” I asked, tipping my head so I could look her in the eyes.
She smiled. “This isn’t a fable, Grant. Nothing is preordained. Your actions are yours alone. And if there is some force of destiny out there guiding our paths, I’m just glad it guided our paths together.”
I smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. She stood up on her tiptoes to press hard into it, her hands coming up and around to wrap around my neck and pull her up. A gentle flutter of her wings could be felt as she jumped, wrapping her thighs around my hips and holding herself up as she held me closer to her, moaning softly as she ground her hips against mine ever so gently.
I walked us over to a wall, pressing Aliana to it firmly as I ran my hands down her body, exploring it like it was the first time all over again. The delightful curves, the smoothness and the delicious heat that I would never grow accustomed to. She shimmied her body to get it out of the immodest clothes she was wearing. It served to get a more pronounced reaction from me, already growing and pressing into her.
She pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes were drawn to something behind me. From the coy smile on her lips and her hand extending and beckoning behind my shoulder, I could tell we weren’t in any kind of danger. I licked my lips, turning to see what she was looking at.
Norel was standing there, bathed in the moonlight and dressed in simple, flowing white robes as she watched us with her full lips slightly parted. Her elf features were on full display. They only seemed to enhance her beauty, not unlike Aliana’s uniqueness.
Aliana slipped down from her perch on me, making sure to leave her nude body pressed firmly against mine all the way down. She showed no sign of relenting as she called her sister to come and join us, turning me around to face her.
In all our time together, I’d never really noticed how small she was. Well, I had noted it when we first met, but my perception of her had somehow made her larger than her actual size.
Here and now, she looked vulnerable, almost afraid as she took a few steps closer until she was less than a pace away from me and looking up into my eyes. She stood barely chest-high on
me, falling short of my shoulders, I realized. There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes but as she looked up at me and smiled, it was surprisingly erotic.
“How long has it been, sister?” Aliana asked, reaching out to take Norel’s hand and pulling her close, no more than a handsbreadth away. My breath caught, my chest thudding.
“Too long,” Norel replied with a smile, taking my hands with hers and pulling them up to her shoulders, guiding me to push the light straps that held her flowing gown in place away, and nudging the fabric down until it dropped to the ground in a gentle brushing sound.
I couldn’t help the way my eyes ran over her body once it was revealed to me in its full, luscious form. She had curves to match her sister, but they were smaller, more delicate. Her breasts were perfectly round with small, pointed nipples topping them, already hard and puckered. A firm, toned stomach guided my eyes all the way down her hourglass frame, with a thin, freshly groomed trail guiding my eyes down between her thighs.
Norel smiled, raised one of my hands to her lips and wrapped them around two of my fingers. Her eyes closed lustfully as she gently sucked on them, wetting them with her tongue before moving them down to her breast, slowly rubbing my freshly-dampened fingers over her nipple in a long, circular motion. Her eyes closed again, her lips parting as a gentle tinge of red flooded her skin.
Her skin was cooler than Aliana’s, I noted, but there was more heat in it than being flushed with desire could account for as my hands curled around and cupped her breasts. She moaned softly. I wondered how she could be so aroused this quickly, before I realized that Aliana’s hand had slipped between Norel legs, slowly stroking her pussy in time with how my hands were working her breasts.
“Kneel, sister,” Aliana cooed softly, leaning in to kiss her lips in appreciation as Norel obeyed, dropping slowly until she was at eye level with the still-growing bulge in my trousers.
Aliana helped her with that, pushing them down until my cock, mostly hard by now, jumped up heavily before Norel’s eyes. Aliana quickly pushed my pants the rest of the way down and I stepped out of them. Norel didn’t seem to notice, her eyes locked on the thick shaft before her.
“Most impressive,” she murmured softly, tilting her head as she leaned closer. Her hands came up underneath, cupping and gently massaging my balls as I felt her nuzzling at the shaft. Her eyes closed as she kissed the length before letting her tongue out to toy with the head, her eyes opening and drifting up to watch the expression of pleasure and barely contained hunger on my face.
“And quite tasty, like I told you,” Aliana said, grinning up at me as she dropped to her knees next to her sister. I could see Aliana’s hands reaching out to squeeze and cup her sister’s breasts before letting one slip down to her pussy. Norel seemed wholly occupied with applying her lips and tongue to my cock, her fingers never ceasing in their tender caressing of what hung underneath.
Aliana continued to pleasure both her sister’s breasts as well as her pussy until my hands found the back of her head and pulled her closer. I didn’t want to interrupt how she was treating her sister, but I wanted some attention from the djinn as well.
“Promises were made,” I whispered, reminding her of how she’d teased me with the mental image of two pairs of lips working my cock. Aliana did indeed remember, her lips curling up in a grin as I pulled Norel away from her gentle bobbing and guided her lower, letting Aliana take her place.
Aliana obliged with enthusiasm, running her tongue over the shaft her sister had been polishing not seconds ago before taking it in her mouth. A few long, smooth thrusts were quickly followed by her taking me deeper into her mouth and throat. I could feel the tightness of it, constricted further by her never letting up as she sucked me down.
“Watch and learn,” I growled breathlessly to Norel, who was watching Aliana with something like amazement. I guided her underneath where Aliana was working, encouraging her to suck and caress my balls with her mouth.
Finally, I let Aliana peel away. She took a deep breath, her wings fluttering excitedly as her hands ran up to her hair, brushing it back and toying with her horns as she looked up at me with a hint of wild lust in her eyes.
“My sister always was enthusiastic with her mouth,” Norel pointed out with a grin, licking her lips as she lifted away from me and to her feet. She didn’t go far, though. Aliana and I had a clear view of her body as she moved over to the fountain and sat on the edge, eyeing us closely. Finally, she extended her hand, indicating for Aliana to come and join her.
I watched as Aliana closed on her, licking her lips. As the djinn came closer. Norel parted her legs, leaving them wide and inviting as Aliana dropped to her knees again, this time kissing the inside of the elf’s legs before giving a long, delicious kiss to the woman’s pussy. Norel’s eyes closed, her head dropping back as her hands settled on the back of Aliana’s head, encouraging her.
I licked my lips. I’d never seen anything like this. I was overwhelmed by the sounds and sights of it, watching as Aliana applied her mouth to Norel’s pussy.
“Join us, Grant,” Norel said in a shaky voice, her eyes still closed as she seemed focused on enjoying the sensations of Aliana’s tongue and lips.
I smiled, not needing to be invited twice as I moved over to where Aliana was on her knees, settling down behind her. Norel watched me with eyes hooded in lust and hunger as I positioned myself behind Aliana and guided my wet cock between her thighs.
Aliana gasped, not turning away from what she was doing, but a long moan could be heard as I slowly pushed myself inside her already-drenched pussy. The moan could be seen reflected in Norel’s eyes as I watched her starting to grind her pussy into Aliana’s lips, eyes rolling back as she came, shivering at the edge of the fountain, one hand digging into the back of Aliana’s head while the other gripped the stonework.
I smiled, feeling my arousal building to a peak that I hadn’t thought possible. I could sense the three of us coming together in a bond, feeling Norel’s arousal-drenched body barely coping with the sight of me fucking Aliana from behind.
I gritted my teeth, feeling my peak coming a bit early. I started thrusting harder and faster, driving Aliana forward into the other woman. I didn’t give her a moment’s reprieve as I pushed in harder, faster and deeper.
Sensations were mixed, tumbling and twisting together as I felt myself careening toward a cliff I wasn’t sure I wanted to avoid. No, scratch that, I definitely didn’t want to avoid it. Soft moans and growls of pleasure erupted in a roar as my hips bucked hard, my cock pumping Aliana full of me as I gasped for breath, slowly grinding to a halt still buried deep inside her.
“Fuck,” was the first word that left my lips as my eyes opened again, watching Norel eyeing me with undisguised lust. It appeared we’d shared an orgasm, the three of us, and the feeling had my fingers tingling with a weak-kneed sensation rushing through my whole body.
Norel tugged Aliana gently out from between her thighs and stood, helping her sister to her feet then watching as I took the initiative and stood on my own, hands taking her gently by the hips and pulling her closer to me as I kissed her firmly. Aliana sighed. I could feel something like contentedness spreading over from her side of our bond, but Norel felt like she was far from finished for the evening.
“Let’s take this inside,” she whispered hotly as I pulled away from the kiss, letting her hands explore me shamelessly. “I want to taste what my sister left behind on your shaft.”
“Lead the way,” I growled, tugging Aliana close to me and following Norel inside.
12
The night was a long one and yet it passed too quickly for my liking. As engaged as we were in enjoying each other’s company, it wasn’t long before we were exhausted, falling asleep in a tangle of limbs and wings.
We had gone to Norel’s room instead of mine. I realized that in my time here, I’d never been in her room. I supposed she enjoyed her privacy, but after what happened last night, there wasn’t much for her to b
e private about anymore.
I smiled, enjoying the feeling of Aliana lying against my chest. Norel was turned away but curled up and pressed against me, using my arm as a pillow as she slept. I could tell that it was already midmorning from the shadows cast by the sunlight coming through the window. There was no apparent hurry to get about our day. I still wasn’t sure what we were supposed to be doing with it, anyway. Yes, we were going to be trying to find Braire, the third sister. Yes, she seemed to be in the underworld somewhere, but the details of how we were going to bring any of this into a plan were beyond my level of expertise.
Besides, if there was some kind of time constraint, they would be the ones to know about it, right?
Eventually though, I grew tired of just lying around and slowly and gently disengaged myself from the two gorgeous women. I’d left my clothes out by the fountain, meaning that unless I wanted to wear something of Norel’s I’d have to find my way either back to the fountain or to my room in nothing but my skin.
Thankfully, it appeared that none of the servants had returned since the attack so no one saw me as Norel’s maze led me to my room.
I took the opportunity to wash up before dressing in the crisp, clean clothes that had been made for me. As I left my room I made a mental note to go back and collect the clothes all three of us had dropped near the fountain, but as I walked through the hallways, I was guided into the dining hall instead. Norel was already there. She’d apparently washed and dressed and was now setting out some food for us to enjoy.
I wasn’t sure how to engage her at this point. Despite there being something of a connection between us now, it was difficult to really make out what she was thinking. There was a satisfied feeling, but that much was apparent in how she was humming a soft, foreign yet relaxing tune as she worked.
