by J G Jerome
Once my whole hand is inside L’liana, I flip her over onto her knees with her face on the mattress. I make a fist and start pumping it inside her. She moans and immediately starts flooding her channel with fluid. I wrap my left hand around to pinch her nipple hard. She screams another orgasm into the comforter. I whisper, “Are you ready for my cock, Lili my Love?”
She moans, “Please husband. Fuck me with that magnificent cock. Treat me like the slut that I am, My Lord!”
I pull my hand out of her with a pop and she screams again into the comforter. I grab her hips, point Little Jack at her rapidly closing, gaping pussy, and drive in. More comforter screaming ensues, and her hot, wet pussy starts spasming around me. I hold her with my left hand as I slowly slide a glistening finger in her ass. She moans and her whole body quakes. She pushes herself up on her hands and looks back over her shoulder.
“Do it, Jack! Gi-give me the whole fist in my ass. Fill me up husband!” I give her a second finger.
I chuckle, “Baby-girl, you are not prepped for that. I’d never forgive myself if I impacted you. You’ll have to be satisfied with finger deep only, Beloved.” I give her a third one as I brutally fuck her mysteriously tight pussy.
“Yes, Daddy! Whatever you think best, Daddy...oh Goddess! Jack! Oh yes!” I twist my right hand back and forth as she shakes and falls back down flat on the mattress. Little Jack pops out. I pull my fingers out of her ass to grab her hips again as she lays shaking on the bed. I pull her back up onto her shaking knees and enter her pussy again.
L’liana moans, “Jack, I’m in heat. If you give me your seed, I will have your baby.”
“In fifteen months?” I ask. I think that’s how long she said High Elves gestate. She nods. “Are you ready to have a baby, Beloved?” She nods and opens her eyes.
She twists to ensure I can see her face. She’s as serious as I’ve ever seen her. She’s shaking as she murmurs, “Yes, Jack. I am your wife, and I want to have your baby. Please breed me, Beloved Husband.”
I set a steady pace of long deep strokes. She starts to come again immediately, but not as strongly. Eventually, I start picking up the pace. My beloved Lili lies there looking at me with a warm, gentle smile on her face. She squeezes her eyes shut as another wave of bliss takes her. When she opens her eyes, she is milking me strongly with her inner muscles. “Breed me, Jack. Give me a beautiful little Green Elven baby.”
I’m getting closer with each stroke as she continues to milk me. I reach up with my right hand and stroke the sensitive tips of her ear, causing her to explode into a violent orgasm. I can’t hold back any longer and explode into L’liana. She collapses as another strong wave takes her. I roll her up on a hip so I can stay deep inside her as I keep spurting into her. I lay across her right leg as I collapse onto my little Elven wife as we ride through multiple aftershocks and I continue to caress her ears. I don’t know how long we lay there. I eventually become aware of Trina wiping down my back with a warm, wet towel. I pull out of L’liana, and pick her up. I lay her gently on the right half of the bed and wipe her down with the towel Trina offers.
I murmur, “I love you, Lili. Thank you for being my wife and all the love you give me.”
I sit back and take in the vision of Trina. She’s kneeling on the mattress wearing nothing but a familiar blue plaid flannel shirt. Nary a button is fastened on the shirt, and her hair glistens like she just finished brushing it for hours.
I pull her to me for a kiss. She squeezes up to me as I cup her perfect ass in one hand and a beautiful, pert breast in the other.
Trina breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Zandra is next, Master. Then Leenie. Jessie and I will share you last. I want you to get a couple hours of sleep.”
I kiss her again. “Okay, Beloved. Here or the other bedroom?”
“The other bedroom. I’ve got a glass of water waiting on the bedside table over there. Drink, pee, and go claim your Djinn princess,” Trina tells me.
“Princess?”
Trina shrugs, “She speaks for her people and she has the servant-leader attitude of a true princess. If she isn’t, she will be once you make her yours. You are a king, after all.”
I frown, “Good thing I genuinely like the Goblins. I still think they should have a Goblin as their king.”
“One of them would have to kill you for them to view it as legitimate. We already tried the other approach. This is better,” she assures me.
I have to agree with her logic.
18 - Saving the Djinn
Just as I get to the door my phone rings.
I go back and pick up my phone. It’s Selene. I sit down on top of the clothes on the chair.
I answer quietly, “Hello, sweetheart. How are you doing?”
“Jack! I’m so glad I caught you! I … I…” Selene pauses for a moment and sighs. “Jack, I’m worried about you. I’m worried you’ll be hurt or die without me telling you that I love you. I love you so much! You’ve been so patient with me, and I treasure that. I treasure the two times we’ve made love and the hours you’ve spent holding me. I want a lifetime of that, Jack. I have been holding back, trying to figure out who I am. Please, when you return, take a bite and make me yours.”
I relish the love she is sending to me. “Selene, I love you too! If you’re ready to take a bite, I will give you one, too.”
She gasps. “Jack, I thought you would take me as a concubine.”
I ask the question, “What about Cholley? Is he going to be okay?”
She giggles, “Jack, Cholley has been like a father to me. I never had a father. He has a daughter that’s only a couple of years younger than me. If we do the walk-down-the-aisle thing, Cholley will be the one to give me away. I love him like a father. You’re the one that makes me moist when I think of you and wet when you look at me.”
I chuckle, “Honey, I will be happy to have you as my wife. I proposed to Eileen on the plane here, so you will be wife eight. Is that okay?”
She sighs, “Jack, marry everyone else first. I don’t care. The mere thought of being one of your wives is enough for me. It’s more than I ever dreamed of.”
“I will propose to you in front of the entire family when we all get together,” I tell her.
“Thank you, Jack! I love you so much!” she exclaims.
“I love you too, sweetie! I need to go, Selene. I need to go save the Djinn race!”
Selene laughs. I stay on the line to listen. Even though she has been much happier since she joined the family, it’s still relatively rare. I revel in her joy.
Eventually Selene says, “Make me number nine, Jack. I really don’t mind. Bring them all home, so we can get married and make lots of babies!”
I tell her, “I love your laughter, Selene. I love you!”
She laughs some more. “I never had a reason to laugh until I met you, Jack. I’ll see you soon, Fiancé! I love you, too!” She disconnects with a chuckle.
Trina wraps me in a hug as I put my phone on the chest of drawers. I capture her in my embrace. Trina says, “I can’t believe how she’s changed. You and Cholley have changed her worldview. I’m happy she worked up the courage to tell you. She’s been seriously afraid you would reject her.”
“I’m sorry she was going through that. Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
“She needed to work through it on her own, Master. We’ve all been talking through it with her and encouraging her.”
“I told Leenie I thought she was going to go with Cholley. Eileen responded that Selene is all about me. You wouldn’t believe how happy that made me,” I tell Trina. “She didn’t know Selene’s name, so she called her the ‘cheerleader with the melon boobs.’ I about pissed on the floor when she said that.”
We share a laugh and hug. Then Trina tells me, “Get down the hall, Master. Those little Djinn babies aren’t going to conceive themselves!”
“Yes, Chief Concubine! Moving, ma’am!” I hustle my naked ass to the loo to drain Little Jack.
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eling relieved, I find my way to the second bedroom. It’s dark. I see a bedside lamp in the glow from the hallway, so I carefully make my way there. I turn the lamp on. I see Zandra’s clothes hanging in the open armoire and a pile of folded undergarments sitting on top of her bag. Zandra is in the nearer half of the bed with the duvet tucked under her chin.
“Hello, Zandra. How are you, sweetheart?”
Zandra has a slight ‘deer in the headlights’ look going on. She answers in Turkish, “I’m okay, Jack.”
My Turkish isn’t up to the task. I respond in German, “Are you a little nervous, little treasure? This is a complete change in demeanor from the lady that hiked her skirts and sat on my lap to kiss and cuddle.”
Her response is in the same language. “I’m sorry, Jack. I was braver in the darkness with my clothes on.”
“That’s alright, love. We are rushing things considerably. I’m going to share your covers, is that okay? You can lie on my shoulder and we can get used to each other a bit. If the sex doesn’t happen until another time, that’s okay.”
She scoots toward the center of the bed and raises the duvet to let me in. I catch a glimpse of smooth tawny skin, pert breasts, and dark areola as I slide in next to her. I lie down on the pillow and wrap an arm around her. I arrange the duvet to ensure she’s covered as she lays her head on my shoulder and drapes an arm across my chest. Her breasts and legs are barely touching me.
“Zandra darling, talk to me. Why the rapid change from ‘breed me now’ to this reticence? This isn’t your first time, is it?”
“No, Jack. I’ve had sex with two other partners. Both times were men who claimed they were sons born to a Djinn father and a human mother. As I learned about how genetics worked, I figured any sons we created would be Djinn. Even monitoring my ovulation cycles I wasn’t able to conceive with either partner.”
I caress the skin of her arm and back as we get to know each other better. “I’m sure this isn’t news to you, but two fertile partners may still take months of diligent effort to conceive.” I assess her health while we’re lying there.
“I know, Jack.” She spanks my chest lightly to emphasize that she has a brain. “It’s just that I had high hopes, and they were dashed. I’m worried about the same thing.”
“I doubt fertility was the issue, and your logic was sound. Did you at least find them attractive? Did you have a good time? Sex is meant to be pleasurable, darling.”
She gives a wry huff. “They were okay. Both were in decent shape. They were both older. The first one was sixty-two, and the second was fifty-seven. They were not comfortable in their bodies, and neither was very accomplished.” She looks me in the eye. “Neither was confident enough to walk around a hotel room naked servicing multiple ladies. Neither was as physically impressive as you either.”
I ask her, “Did you enjoy it?”
She buries her face in my neck. “No. I was nowhere close to screaming pleasure like I heard from Lili.”
“Lili is very vocal. She also likes to be used harshly. The more brutally I fuck her, the happier she is. Others like different things. The thing for you to remember is that everyone is different in their behaviors, their likes, and their dislikes. We will need to find out what your likes and dislikes are, and we can only do that by spending time with each other experimenting.”
She squeezes me and cuddles closer while pressing her firm, pert breasts into my chest. I feel a slight tickle of silky hair on my leg. “I like this,” she says.
“Cuddling is very important. Before, during, after, and sometimes instead of fucking. Cuddling is an essential part of making love, and it allows us to take loving out of the bedroom. That’s a wonderful thing.”
Zandra sits up and looks down at me. “Jack, I am pretty certain I can’t conceive tonight. I just finished my menses three days ago.”
“Is it important to you that you conceive tonight?” I ask. “We have hundreds of years together to look forward to.”
“I think it is important,” she says. “I feel like I’m failing my people by not creating more Djinn. Doing that with a beautiful Green man like you will invigorate our bloodlines for generations. I want to be able to share my children with my family.”
I kiss her forehead. “Okay, darling Zandra. Tonight we will make a baby.” I reach out with my will to ripen an egg in her ovaries and send it down the fallopian tubes to be ready for fertilization. “I’m creating a lot of Verdic babies. There will be plenty of Verdic people for your people to breed with.”
That gets me another hug. I pepper Zandra’s face with gentle kisses until she turns her mouth to mine. I caress her leg as it slides up onto mine as she pressed her crotch into my leg. I roll towards her as she breaks the kiss. I look in her eyes as I let my hand glide up her leg, gently squeeze her tushy, and then continue to caress up her back, over her shoulder and up her neck to cup her cheek.
“Zandra, you are mine. I am yours. I would like you to be my wife. We will make many baby Djinn together.”
“Yes, Jack. All of it!” she whispers insistently. “Make love to me, my Lord!”
I kiss her again and then track kisses down her jaw line. I palm her left breast as I gently suckle the tender flesh of her neck. I don’t mark her now as I don’t want her to be embarrassed in the Muslim community. There’s plenty of time for that later.
Zandra’s nipple pebbles in the palm of my hand, so I gently squeeze it between my thumb and forefinger. I kiss down Zandra’s chest and suckle her breast, giving her just a tease of teeth. She gasps and pulls my wet, loving mouth to her breast. “Oh! Jack, that feels divine.”
Suddenly Zandra is pulling my face up for a very passionate, wet kiss. I feel moisture collecting on my left leg where she is nearly straddling it.
She releases my lips and stares into my eyes. “Jack, your mouth is heavenly on my body. I’m sure you plan to take hours loving me with your mouth and hands, but you need to rest, my love. Put that large serpent inside of me, and make me yours.” She switches from German to English. “Fuck me, Jack. Make me yours!”
I kiss her gently, then I maneuver to sit on my knees, pushing the covers behind me.. I pull Zandra around so she is centered on our half of the bed with her legs on either side of me. This is the first time I’ve seen her body without clothing.
I remember a nice, modestly curved tushy from the restaurant, and that she is easily as tall as Trina. Lying here before me, I drink in the sight of her dusky skin. She has long, slender limbs with just enough definition to keep them from looking soft. Her stomach is flat, her neck is long, and her prominent cheekbones and collarbones are sexy as can be. Her breasts are probably B-cups, but maybe C’s. - they look about the size of large navel oranges with dark brown areola and paler nipples. She has a slight cut along her lower abdomen that points to her mons, which is dressed with sparse, dark hair that is very silky to the touch. Her vulva is full, slightly puffy, and darkens as the flesh nears her inner labia. Those petals are dark brown like her areola, puffy, and glistening with moisture in the dim light of the bedside table. The tip of her clitoris is barely visible at the apex of her petals.
“Zandra, you are so beautiful. It seems a shame to cover you in clothing. When we get home, perhaps you will indulge me.”
She smiles as I walk my knees closer to her pretty pussy. I slot little Jack into the warm moisture of her opening. “Are you ready, Love?”
She nods. “Please, Jack. I need you inside of me.”
I walk my hands forward to suspend my torso over my Turkish princess as Little Jack makes his way slowly inside the palace of Zandra’s delights. She gasps as I settle my hips down and press forward to fill her. I stop at about the half-way point, and back out again, which drives Zandra to grasp my arms. She starts to shake her head at the same time I move forward, but changes to prod me on with nods as she senses my change of direction. I make a couple of shallow thrusts as she gets used to me and relaxes more. She’s getting wetter with each stroke. After ab
out the fourth or fifth stroke, I finally am able to push all the way inside to hilt myself into her. She closes her eyes and moans as I drive in the last inch, and she starts to quake.
I stay put, buried in Zandra’s welcoming heat as I watch her experience her first moment of bliss for the night. I lean down to put my mouth next to her ear and whisper “MINE!” as she gently quakes, which sets off another round of quaking.
“Surrender, Zandra. Give all your love and all your bliss to me. You are mine, and I want all of you, my darling!”
Zandra starts to grind on Little Jack and squeeze him with intent. When she relaxes her squeeze, I pull back a full stroke, and then quickly return to hilt in her again. She releases a plaintive moan. I do it again. She opens her eyes and cups my face. Zandra exclaims, “MINE!” I nod and she continues. “I may have to share you, but you are MINE!” she gasps out the last word as I slam forward with more force.
Zandra’s eyes open wide and round as she makes a soundless gasp while I steadily drive into her faster and stronger. Suddenly she throws her head back. “GAAAH!” She whips her head back and forth as she digs her nails into the flesh of my back. I can feel her milking me as one of her orgasms spiral into the next. Each time she starts a new one, she gets wetter to allow me to continue plowing her tight, grasping channel.
Our skin smacks as I thrust in and out. Zandra is keening a high, nasal sound as I feel the tension build in her body. I’m about to explode inside of her when she looses a wordless scream. I slam into her tight wet channel and squirt my seed deep inside her waiting womb. She milks me as I continue thrusting until I lock up and collapse onto my elbows over her. She wraps her arms and legs tightly around me to squeeze me as closely to her as possible.
We lie there with me gently pressing my body into hers as we both shake and quiver riding out the aftershocks of our shared bliss. I gently kiss her lips, cheeks, eyelids, forehead, ear, neck, and hair. I can’t get enough of kissing her. I stay there for quite a while. Eventually, I figure I better give my arms a rest.
