Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  “Thanks, Cinder.” Steve said. “I’ve got this.”

  Jill looked up again, still obviously flustered; her eyes quickly darting to Cinder and back again.

  “Do you need an additional key for Mrs. Ballard?” She finally asked.

  Steve laughed and Cinder swatted him on the shoulder. For such a little thing, she could sometimes pack a wallop.

  “Cinder is my P.A.” Steve said, dismissing the irate Jinn behind him.

  The blonde smiled. “Okay, is she needing a separate room then?”

  “She won’t be staying.” Steve said, his tone directing the statement behind him.

  It took another few minutes before he had his keycard in hand. Cinder was no longer there and the girl behind the counter was desperately trying to flirt with him.

  She said, “If there’s anything at all you need, just call down to the front desk.” Steve could hear the emphasis on that one word. “It gets pretty dead here in the middle of the night so we’ve got plenty of time. It won’t be any bother.”

  “I’ll do that.” Steve said, giving her a wink. Shit, you probably should after that, he thought. Have some self-control.

  The thought troubled him far more than it should have.

  Chapter Three

  Desmond Loyale was pissed off. If a person were to know him, they’d know it by the angry red ‘V’ formed by the veins in his forehead. Scarret knew it, but he didn’t really care.

  “You have what you came for and now you need to return it to The Chain.” Scarret said, upping the volume of his voice inside the mortal’s head. He wanted to smile at the sudden wince, but he suppressed it.

  Desmond looked at himself in the mirror. He’d found that it helped keep things straight in his head when talking to the Incubus. He saw the frustration and realized Scarret would see it as well. He had to try a different tactic.

  Strength.

  “The Chain assured me that you are to be loyal to me anytime I need your services.” Desmond said to himself. “I’ll have to make sure to inform them that the deal has apparently changed when I deliver the Jinn.”

  He heard the low growl in his mind and felt himself mentally retreating a bit from the overpowering presence of the Incubus. Shameful.

  “My deal with The Chain is far more complex than they let you know, mortal.” Scarret said, taking a mental step forward to fill the gap Desmond had vacated. It wasn’t exactly true, but even immortals are allowed to bluff. “My primary task is to ensure you complete your missions successfully.”

  The face in the mirror seemed to smirk back at him and Desmond wanted to punch it in the face. Fine, he thought.

  “Okay, we’ll deliver the Jinn and then you can give me the redhead.”

  The Incubus had balked at his request shortly after he had captured the Jinn, trapping her in a magical box The Chain had provided for his use. He assumed that she was just temporarily imprisoned, but that was none of his business. He wanted to make the hot little redhead worship him, as an attack on the man who had been using the Jinn’s magic for his own gain. The temptation would have been there for him to take over ownership of the Jinn, but he knew that his employers wouldn’t take too kindly to that. Besides, they had much more powerful magic up their sleeves.

  That magic just wasn’t always one hundred percent cooperative, as he’d found out with the stubborn Incubus. He had been more than willing to throw any passing woman into Desmond’s path, just not this one.

  There was no response forthcoming in his mind and Desmond didn’t want to press the point. He was going to have to tamp down his libido and deliver the Jinn. The thought of it made the face in the mirror smile again once the reward came to mind. The reward currently offered for the Jinn’s magic was that of immortality, or at least a measure of such. He could still be killed, though it would take a very specific set of circumstances for that to happen.

  Desmond gathered up a few of his things, including the Jinn’s box and prepared himself to trigger the simple spell that would take him to his employers to complete his delivery. The thought of the gorgeous redhead still tied up in the bedroom irked him, though.

  The succubus would pay once he had enough power.

  Chapter Four

  Steve watched the blonde’s lips trace down the full length of his shaft. His hand was slowly caressing the delightful ass that hovered just a bit off his left shoulder as he guided her head deeper with his other hand.

  The weird emotions from earlier had quickly passed after a quick visit from Cinder in his room as he showered. She wasn’t all that good at the whole privacy thing. Their conversation in the shower had stunned him more because she had revealed her body to him for the first time.

  In reality, that had sparked his desire and he’d decided to take the lovely, young receptionist up on her offer. The elapsed time between him calling down to the front desk and her arriving at his door was just shy of five minutes.

  His eye caught on her business-like skirt and white button-down shirt that had ended up draped over the television. He craned his neck to one side to see past her slowly bobbing blonde locks and could just make out the nametag.

  Jill.

  Short for Jillian.

  The name rang a bell for some reason but he couldn’t figure it out. Distraction was a big part of that, though. Jill may have been a bit bashful, but the young woman certainly knew how to please a cock. He could read her body and could easily tell with his wandering hands that she was enjoying every moment of it, especially when he exerted a little bit of controlling pressure with his hand.

  “Get on me.” He said, nudging at the knee next to him. Without hesitation, it rose and crossed over his face, opening up the remarkable vista of her lower body to his eyes. She smelled good and felt good, he thought as her thighs blocked out most of the sloshing sounds of her worship of his cock.

  Tastes good, too. He felt her lips tighten on his shaft as he probed her body with his tongue. She sank her hips a little lower, nearly smothering him with her hot little pussy.

  Steve worked his hands between their bodies, tracing up the long locks of blonde hair until he could once again exert control over the receptionist’s head and that deliciously hot mouth of hers. He could feel the excitement between her legs growing as he assaulted her slit and held his shaft down her throat as he awaited her struggle. It took far longer than he expected and her orgasm began with vigor the moment she inhaled the deep gasp of breath as he let her up.

  “Oh my God!”

  Jill was a loud one and she knew it. Steve continued to probe her delicious body with his tongue as she whimpered in pleasure, finally burying her mouth back onto his cock in an attempt to keep the sounds of her orgasm from drifting down the hallway.

  He could still hear the faint scratching of the voice on the television, making out about one word of every ten. Even that one word of ten kept annoying him.

  Adventure…

  Humor…

  …Firefly

  One of Jill’s splurge high heels knocked the television and her clothes over, at least making the annoying and distracting voices start talking to the ceiling instead of directly at him.

  “Get on your knees.” He said, feeling Jill’s trembling thigh try desperately to lift over his head to fulfil his wishes.

  Wishes.

  Maybe tonight’s not a good night, he though as Jill gave moving another valiant try. Be a shame not to finish, though.

  “How about your back?” Steve offered.

  Chapter Five

  “Firefly!”

  The word was audible as well as being projected mentally. She pulled her graying hair back into a ponytail as she waited for a response.

  “Youth.” She said, this time at a normal level and just for herself. How long should adolescence last in immortal beings anyway? Mortal parents lament that their kids will never grow up and they only have to wait twenty years or so. Crystal felt like she’d been the de facto parent to her younger siblings for a mil
lennium, though in reality it had only been seven or eight hundred years since her own mentor, Sabih had disappeared.

  Immortality just keeps you alive. It doesn’t keep you from being trapped somewhere; under ice, under an avalanche of stone, or even an enchanted prison designed specifically for Jinn. She’d searched for Sabih for hundreds of years and still did on occasion, though she admitted to having lost hope long ago. It was for just that reason that she’d instituted a check-in plan for the youngsters, and Firefly’s was long overdue.

  “Firefly!”

  The word echoed out again with Crystal giving a little more magic to the unvoiced portion of the call. She’d called on and off for hours. Time to try a new tactic.

  “Cinder!” She called out. Where the youngest of her sisters had gone wasn’t clear at all. She had been summoned by the magic of the lamp just a few hours ago and hadn’t checked in yet, but she was just going to have to take a moment away from making her new master happy.

  Blood is thicker than water, after all.

  She waited a minute before adding a little more force to the call. “Now, Cinder!”

  There was an overly-dramatic flash of smoke which the wayward youth stepped casually out of. “You rang?”

  “Save that crap for the mortals, Cinder.” Crystal said. “Have you seen Firefly?”

  Cinder ran the facts quickly through her brain to make sure what she said couldn’t be construed as a lie.

  “It’s a pretty simple…” Crystal started.

  “No. I haven’t seen Firefly since I left the lamp.” Cinder said. She’d heard her voice, but as for actually seeing her?

  “Do you know if she’s still with Steve Ballard?”

  Shit, Cinder thought. The facts were that she had fudged the rules a bit and taken Steve as her master, so ‘no’ and ‘yes’ were both eliminated. Would she settle for something a bit more ambiguous?

  “He’s actually making wishes now.” Cinder said, twirling a bit of her blonde hair in her fingers.

  Crystal wanted to roll her eyes but she held back. A Jinn didn’t get to be over six-thousand years old without being able to read others. The youngster was about as easy to read as a little kid with crumbs on their face denying raiding the cookie jar. She took a couple of deep breaths to control the temper that she felt rising from the pit of her stomach.

  “That’s great, Cinder.” She said, giving the little Jinn a half-baked smile. “Let’s dissect that a bit, shall we?”

  Cinder didn’t do a great job of suppressing the grimace that immediately crossed her cute little face, turning that button nose at an angle.

  “So, you didn’t choose ‘yes, she’s still with Steve Ballard’ and also didn’t choose ‘no, she’s no longer with Steve Ballard’, are those things right?”

  The young Jinn audibly sighed like a child being chastised by her parents. “Yes, Crystal.”

  Crystal smiled. “Unpacking that a bit further, what you did decide on was ‘He’s making wishes now’, which means something to me.”

  “What’s that?”

  “It means,” She said, proud of herself for starting out calm. Just got to hold it in, she thought. “that you’ve been with Steve Fucking Ballard, doesn’t it!”

  Shit. So close, Crystal thought, watching the younger Jinn cringe under the magically charged timbre of her voice.

  “Maybe.”

  “TRUTH is all I will accept, Cinder!” Crystal bellowed, almost positive that her face had shifted to the one she wore when she needed to scare mortals.

  “Okay, yes, then! I deserve to have some fucking fun too! It’s been hundreds of years!”

  “Where is your fucking sister?”

  She could feel the walls of the lamp shake with the echo of her voice and could almost picture it gently rocking on whatever surface it lay in the non-magical world.

  “I don’t know.” Cinder sobbed. “She was in the other room when HE summoned me!”

  Crystal almost bit her tongue to cut off the stream of anger that was about to erupt from her. She counted to five. The girl didn’t deserve ten.

  “A master can only be served by one Jinn, Cinder,” She said, the critical word hissing out between clenched teeth. “and you know that.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry doesn’t tell me where your sister is, does it?” Crystal said, feeling as if she finally had a solid grip on her anger. The younger Jinn was shaking, so it was time to tone it back a little bit. “I’ve been calling her for hours and she isn’t answering. She likes this Ballard. Why wouldn’t you think she’d come after him…unless she couldn’t?”

  The last three words hung in the air like a storm cloud threatening the sound and fury of lightning and thunder. She could see the realization of it dawn on the less-experienced Jinn’s delicate features. She was a sweet kid, Crystal thought, but has a lot to learn about discipline.

  “I…”

  “Find her.” Crystal interrupted. “Enlist Steve Ballard’s help.”

  The little Jinn took a deep breath and it appeared that words were going to come out in the exhale. The eldest Jinn stopped them with her raised palm.

  “Now.”

  Cinder vanished, without the slightest hint of smoke.

  Chapter Six

  Lying on her side facing away from him, Jill could barely turn her head far enough to kiss him, but the heat of it was lighting her body up like a Christmas tree. With her legs pressed together she could feel every inch of him stretching open her ass while one of his hands circled her hip sinking fingers deep into her overheated pussy.

  It was exactly what she needed. After her breakup with Paul she hadn’t been able to put herself back out there again as she was feeling way too vulnerable. The man currently taking her firmly from behind had been irresistible. The right guy at the right time is what her friends had said over those many months and considering the way he had made her feel tonight, she’d found him. She knew she wasn’t looking for anything long-term and had the distinct feeling that he wasn’t either unless she was judging him way wrong. She wasn’t even entirely convinced that his ‘P.A.’ wasn’t really some sort of groupie or lover.

  Regardless, Steve Ballard was with her right now and that’s all that she was going to ask of him. He’d set her inhibitions free again and it had felt good – still felt good – that she had pursued what she wanted with such disregard for her own protection.

  His lips were soft and she explored his mouth with her tongue as she felt his fingers moving inside her; those sensations adding to, but dwarfed by, the huge cock sliding rhythmically in and out of her bowels.

  “You going to cum inside me again?” She whispered, getting a lock on those gorgeous eyes as he gripped her body close, his hips pumping in and out bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. “Put out that fire within me.”

  Steve froze for a moment, then resumed his thrusts and relit the smoldering kiss with his teeth as he bit her lower lip. Something was distracting him, but then again, she’d been lost in her own thoughts since the last orgasm had turned her mind inward on itself with the flood of hormones. It had been like nothing she’d experienced in the past. If that was what she was missing by losing Paul, good riddance, she thought.

  “I’ve cum in your pussy.” Steve said, plunging his fingers deep into her folds before extracting them again. A moment later his lips left hers and she tasted herself on his fingers as he pressed them between her lips and down the slope of her tongue. He continued. “I’ve cum in this hot little mouth of yours.”

  Jill closed her eyes and let the bliss enter her as he increased his pace, pounding in and out of her sore backside as he gagged her with his wet fingers. She was close and hoped desperately that he knew that and would allow her to get the release that was so promising and so close.

  “Now I just need to fill this hot little ass.” He whispered in her ear, though it was almost hard to hear over the sound of his flesh slapping into her ass cheeks.

  “But firs
t,” He groaned his fingers finally slipping into her throat and blocking her breath. “I’m going to make you cum for me.”

  Jill felt her head nodding vigorously even as she was moving towards an out-of-body experience. She was experiencing every sensation yet felt as if she had no control over her own body as he used it mercilessly. He was going to get his wish.

  “Cum for my cock, Jillian.” He groaned. It must have been his last gasp as well as her own because Jill felt him expand inside her body for a moment before feeling his hot seed pump into her. Her own orgasm had started a moment earlier and she could hear the wheezing moan of her pleasure coming out from the gaps his fingers left in her mouth.