Servant of Desire (The Battered Lamp 2)(Harem Genie erotica) (2 page)

Her face darkened with her blush, and then her hands began to wash his cock, and his hands began to wash her breasts. They both were smiling as they fondled each other, his cock erect, and the thought of Aaliyah on her knees in the shower blowing him popped into his mind.

As you wish, my husband!
He had forgotten she could read his thoughts.

She dropped to her knees, sucking his cock into her mouth, her dark hair matted to her beautiful face by the water spray. He groaned, closing his eyes and enjoying her wonderful mouth on his cock. He could grow to like this morning routine.

Someone banged on the bathroom door. “C'mon, Kyle!” Fatima shouted. They were the same age, and she had been a brat to him since they were kids. And it didn't stop when he moved in a few years ago. At nineteen, she was just as bratty as at ten. “Other people live in this house!”

“In a minute!” he shouted. “Suck harder, Aaliyah.”

She did; his eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned. His hips jerked, and he started slowly fucking her mouth. He stroked her wet hair, savoring her tongue swirling round his cock, brushing his sensitive tip as the suction of her mouth seemed to go straight to his balls, drawing his cum out.

“Gonna cum!” he groaned.

He unleashed a tide of white into her lips and she drank it all down.

“Thanks!” he sighed, a smile growing on his face as the euphoria slowly—

“Get out now! I have to pee!” shouted Fatima.

“Maybe we should finish up,” Kyle laughed.

“Maybe,” Aaliyah nodded, and suddenly the shower was off and they were clean and dry. Kyle laughed—the shower was completely unnecessary. But it had been fun. He pulled on his bathrobe, and opened the bathroom door to find Fatima glowering at him wrapped in a pink robe that was half-open, teasing Kyle with a view of her small breasts. They sure seemed lovely. Fatima loved to tease him with her flesh than call him a pervert for staring.

“It's bad enough you kept me up all night with your fucking, but now you hog all the hot water!” she snapped.

“Sorry,” he said, then glanced at Aaliyah.

She smiled and nodded. “You'll have all the hot water you need, Fatima.”

Fatima shook her head and pushed past Kyle and Aaliyah into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. A moment later, the shower hissed on.

“She's horny,” Aaliyah purred. “If you were to go in there, she would welcome your affections. I can feel her desire. She's using the shower head to pleasure herself.”

Kyle pictured the dusky, young woman, her budding breasts heaving, as she rubbed the shower head between her thighs. He pushed down his desire. “No, I got to get to college.”

“Of course,” she answered. “And I'll attend to the house and learn more about your strange kingdom.”

“Country,” he corrected.

“How curious,” she mused, then gave him a kiss on the lips that set his heart beating and his cock swelling. She pressed her groin against his crotch. “Do you need relief?”

He adjusted his pants. “No. I gotta go.” He fled the house, grabbing a bagel on the way out.

His thoughts were so full of Aayliah and Christy, guilt warring with lust, that he missed a turn and was half-way to Rogers College before he remembered that he was supposed to give his friend a ride to school. When he pulled up at his best friend's house, he was ten minutes late and Britney glared at him through her thick glasses. They had been best friends ever since the fifth grade when they had been paired together for a science fair project. Kyle had been surprised that she chose dinky Rogers College over all the ivy league schools she could have attended.

“You are late,” she declared as she slammed the passenger door. “We are going to be late! I cannot be late, Kyle!”

Kyle shrugged. “It won't wreck your chance to be valedictorian, Britney.”

She adjusted the thick rims of her glasses that seemed to cover most of her freckled face. She was dressed in her usual, frumpy clothes—baggy sweatshirt, loose pants, and a heavy, blue jacket—her thick, brown hair barely combed, making her head resemble a bird's nest. “If we are late, I will not help you with your Math homework.”

“You wouldn't!” Kyle gasped with mock outrage.

Her gaze was level. “You will never graduate if you do not keep your grade point average up.”

“My grades are fine, Britney.”

“And does not the military demand that you keep satisfactory grades?”

Kyle was a member of the reserved officers training core for the US Army and they paid for his college so long as he agreed to join the Army afterward. “The military doesn't have a problem with my grades,” he dismissed.

She peered at him and he shifted nervously. She had a direct, piercing gaze, very clinical. He felt like a bug being examined beneath a microscope—a paramecium. “There is something different about you.”

“Why would you say that?” he tried to sound causal. He failed.

“Did your date with Christy go bad?” She cocked her head.

“Yeah, her sorority called and—”

“What is that scent about you?” She inhaled. “Jasmine and...sandalwood?”

“Well...”

Then she punched his arm, catching him by surprise. He winced.

“Who is she?”

“Um...”

“You have had coitus recently, and not with Christy.”

“I...”

“Men are such pigs! I thought you loved her. She will be crushed!”

Kyle was surprised by Britney's vehemence. She never had been happy that he was dating Christy, though he never pried the why out of his friend. This reaction caught him completely off guard. “It's not like that. She's...”
My wife,
he wanted to say.
A thousand-year-old Genie whom I inadvertently married when I used her lamp to burn incense and freed her from her sleep.
 
Dammit, if I can't tell my best friend, then whom do I talk to about it?
“She's my wife.”

Her hand froze; her big eyes blinked behind her thick glasses. “What?”

“You know my mom was Kurdish. It's one of those, uh, arranged marriages.”

“So you engaged in coitus with her?”

“Do you have to call it that?” he asked. It made him feel so dirty when she used that word.

“Coitus? It is the proper term.”

“Fine, I had coitus with her. A few times. She's...” Hot, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, irresistible. “She's hard to resist.”

“Pig,” she sighed.

“I don't know what to do,” he whined. “I love Christy and...”
And what, do I love Aaliyah?
He found a strange longing in his heart, and he wished both Aaliyah and Christy were here. A picture of the three of them together in bed flashed through his mind, Aaliyah's dusky hand and Christy's pale hand stroking his cock as they leaned into—he stopped imagining that, his cock growing uncomfortably large in his jeans. “I don't know what to think. It was all sprung on me last night. Faiza's cool with it. She's Kurdish, too, so it's not weird or anything.”

“Break up with Christy then. She deserves that. Do not string her along, Kyle.”

Kyle frowned, making the turn into Rogers College's parking lot. He parked his car, and saw Christy leaning against the school's brick wall, waving at him.
She's probably been texting me the entire time we were driving. She's so pretty.
His heart sped up, and he couldn't help smiling and waving back. “I can't. I love her.”

“Then annul your marriage with this other woman.”

The thought brought a momentary spike of fear.
Did that sexy Genie worm her way into my heart that quick? Or is this just lust? She's the first girl to jump my bones, and she's willing to do it again and again. I don't want to give that up, not when being inside her was so wonderful. Fuck, why did everything have to be so damn confusing?

“Don't tell Christy, okay?”

“I will not,” Britney answered, though she didn't sound pleased. “You should.”

“I will. I just need to think.”

“She is bad for you, Kyle.”

“What? Aaliyah?”

“No, Christy.” Britney stared straight at him, her eyes—magnified by her thick glasses—fixed on him like a fierce tiger, and he swallowed. Normally his friend was as calm as a placid lake, but sometimes she could grow so intense, like a lake frothed by a raging storm. “She is a liar. She will break your heart.”

Kyle wanted to press her for more information, but Christy was walking up to his car, and this wasn't the sort of conversation Kyle wanted her to overhear.
Why does she think Christy's a liar?
Christy and Britney had never gotten along, and Kyle never had understood why neither woman liked each other. He sighed and opened his car door.

Christy was waiting, her pouty lips smiling, and enthusiastically hugged him. He felt momentarily guilty until her lips touched his, then he savored her love and the feel of her body pressed against his.
Could I have both of them? Aaliyah seems more than okay with it, but what about Christy? Who am I kidding, Christy would never be in for that. No American woman would share her boyfriend.

“You're late,” Christy declared. “Let's go before Professor Skinner gets mad at us.”

“You look pretty today,” Kyle smiled as he took her hand, and together they headed to their math class, the only class they shared this semester. Kyle struggled at math, but Christy was great at it.
All the women in my life seem better at math than me.

“I am sorry about last night,” she said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I meant it. I was willing to go all the way.”

“And this Friday?”

She took a deep breath, crimson playing on her cheeks. “I'm still ready.” His cock was lead in his pants, and he adjusted himself, bringing a naughty giggle to her lips “I know. You should feel my panties. I wish I brought a fresh pair.”

“I would love to...” his voice trailed off as a professor came around the corner and he suddenly felt awkward.

“Tomorrow night,” she promised, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Aaliyah sat at Kyle's computer, fascinated at all the new things she was discovering. Thanks to her powers, she had developed an innate understanding of how to use the technology. So much had changed in the thousand years she had slept. The world she knew was gone and buried, and this new and exciting world had taken its place. Full of magic called technology that almost rivaled some of the feats she could perform. Almost.

Is father all right?
she wondered as she read about the history of the Middle East. Nothing there had really changed; it was still wracked by war.
He must think I'm lost for eternity. Well, Kyle is perfect. He can save the realms, once I help him shed some of his peculiar ideas.
Never would Aaliyah have thought a man could pass up the opportunities of delight she offered.

Around the house, her little homunculi, fashioned from dust, were cleaning the house for her. Poor Faiza was overworked having to support Fatima and Kyle, so Aaliyah was more than happy to relieve her of that burden.
It was very shameful that her father and brothers were not supporting her in her widowhood.

The door opened downstairs.

Curious, Aaliyah left the pocket space that Kyle's room occupied.
I'm going to have to expand this. I need my own bedroom, and there needs to be space for his other wives and concubines.
As she started going downstairs she came face to face with Fatima. The young woman froze on the stairs, her round face paled and dark eyes widened in alarm.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped. “I didn't think you'd...shit!”

“Do not be alarmed,” Aaliyah smiled, and sensed her thoughts. Fear, alarm, and surprise mixed together.
She's afraid I'll tell her mother. She's supposed to be at college.
“I will not tell your mother.”

Fatima's relieved breath came out in an audible whoosh. “Well, um, good. So I need to, uh... Yeah.”

She was flustered, gathering her thoughts. Aaliyah reached out and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Let's have a ta—”

“What the hell is that!” Fatima shrieked, pointing at one of her homunculi. It was squat, maybe a foot tall—
what a curious measurement—
and made of gray-brown dust, vaguely shaped like a human.

“A servant,” Aaliyah answered. “Cleaning the house.”

“But...how...” Fatima's mouth worked soundlessly.

“I am a Djinn. Of the Jann tribe.”

“A Djinn? A Genie?”

Aaliyah sighed inwardly.
Could no one in this land pronounce her people's name properly?
“Yes. Kyle freed me from my slumber and now I am his wife.”

The Djinn felt a stab of jealously followed by shame from the young woman.
How very curious,
Aaliyah thought as she picked apart Fatima's thoughts. “Come on, let's have a nice cup of tea and talk.”

Aaliyah took her hand, warm, soft; heat flushed in her nethers. Fatima was pretty, a budding flower promising to become a great beauty. While Kyle was the first man the Djinn had lain with, he wasn't the first person. She had learned the delights that could be found with another woman in her father's harem. It was the only proper way for a woman to relieve her desires if her husband or master's affections cannot be obtained. Fatima had beautiful eyes and dusky skin, and her body did so ache for her husband's touch.