7. Pleasure Genie

Pleasure Genie

I roam the dusty hallways of the only library in my city, Alexandria. The city is flourishing but my mother, may she rest her soul, always told me the path to success was found in learning. So in my time off as a seamstress, I come and read as much as I can from the books in the library. The stories that I find in them take me away from this place and my difficult life.

Having almost no family to speak of makes for a very lonely life. So it's just my sister Pixie and I. But I haven't told her what I'm really looking for in the library. A book of magic that will alleviate my loneliness and quench the desires of my body. The problem is, this library is huge and there are no sections for magic or the occult. I know because I asked and was given very stern looks.

No matter. I know the book exists and today, just as I have done every day for the past ten years, I search. I see a door that looks unfamiliar. Have I seen it before? I don't think so. Looking around to see if anyone else is here, I approach the door carefully. When I get to it, I try to get a glimpse of the books that are there.

My heart starts beating faster when I see something about spells and potions, so I go inside the room and skim through the spines of the books. Some are in languages I do not understand, but most are in my language. After a couple of hours of searching, I realize I need a more organized way to search. If I just jump from one book to the next I'll never finish searching and will probably miss the book I'm looking for.

The next few days I make sure to track what I've seen and what's pending. It's hard work and I can only do about two hours per day, but I'm relentless in my search. It takes me about two weeks to get to a book that might hold promise. It talks about different kinds of magics and one of them refers to genies.

This! This is what I'm looking for. Genies grant wishes. The book I'm holding says genies can also be called Djinn and I remember seeing a book that had that name on it. It takes me a bit to go back through the other books and then I find it, alone in a corner. The binding is expensive, and it looks like it was made just yesterday.

I open it up to a random page and see pages and pages of beautiful men and women or I guess genies. I hear footsteps outside of the door and I close the book and hide it inside my cloth bag. One of the caretakers of the library sees me and frowns.

"You shouldn't be here, this is a private section of the library."

I pick up my bag hastily and get ready to go.

"I got lost, then got distracted by the interesting subjects of the books in this room. But I don't have any more time today to search for books."

"How did you get in here?"

"The door was open."

"That seems unlikely."

"I swear it."

I start moving towards the door and sidestep him so I can leave the room. As soon as I'm out of there I start running and don't stop until I'm in my bedroom in the house I share with my sister. She won't be home until late. She's working a second job at a pub nearby so that I can attend the university. She's selfless like that, but I never asked her to do that for me. I've tried to get her to stop, but she refuses.

Sitting down on my bed I take out the book from my bag. I place it in the middle of my bed and open it to the first page. Not everything is in my language, but when I turn to the next page it explains what the book is and how to use it. My eyes are wide when I read the first paragraph. This is a catalog of some sorts.

The more I read, the more excited I get. This isn't just any catalog, it's a catalog of Pleasure Genies. The men and women on these pages can be summoned to give you pleasure. There's something about an exchange and payment due, but I don't understand much of it. What I am is mesmerized by the raw beauty of these genies.

I start fantasizing about which genie I would pick and as my thoughts turn heated I know I have to have at least one of them. I go back to the front of the book and read the incantation. You need a few things, candles and some herbs that I'll have to get at the market tomorrow, but the script is clear and straightforward.

The search for my genie takes me hours as I flip through the entire book and when I find it I put a piece of ribbon in between the pages to save the spot. Tonight, my dreams are filled with sexy fantasies of me and my genie and the next day I wake up happier than I've been in years.

I finished my work as fast as possible today and immediately after went to the market to get the herbs that the incantation requires. I buy them at different stalls so that no one can tell what I'm doing. When I get home, I set up everything on the desk in my room. I got worried when the instructions said to draw a pentagram where I would place the bowl with the herbs, but I shook it off and kept going. All my wishes were going to come true tonight.

The instructions said to write the name of the genie in a piece of parchment that would be burnt after saying the incantation. So I wrote in block letters 'Farsyn' and started chanting the words in the book softly. I had to read them three times and then say the name and burn it with one of the candles.

Coughs racked me because of the smoke caused by burning the parchment and my eyes grew teary. The candles were supposed to extinguish themselves if I did it right, but they were still lit up. I sighed in defeat and started gathering all the ingredients and utensils I used so that my sister would not suspect anything. If I am going to get a genie I want him all to myself.

Disappointment filled me and I put my elbows on my desk and my head on my hands. I guess it was too good to be true. My stomach made a noise of distress and I decided I would make myself a snack. I blew out the three candles and got up from the chair.

"If you're going to make something to eat for yourself, make something for me too."

My heart jumped and I turned around to see a man in full genie regalia lying on my bed. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world, lying there with his hands behind his head and his feet crossed. What's more, he looked like he recently had a pedicure. What exactly did genies do when not in service? I shook my head to stop my straying thoughts.

"Are you my genie? Farsyn?"

"At your service. However, there are a few small print items in our contract that we need to discuss. Or you could agree to them all right now and I can get started servicing you sexually."

The beating in my chest intensified, and I was gasping for air. I've never read a contract in my life, how am I supposed to get a good deal? My learning is too basic. But I can't show this genie that, I have to look like I know what I'm doing.

"What are the items that concern you?"

"If we sign the contract, I will be yours for a year and a day."

A poof sound echoed through the room, and now he had a long parchment in his hand and a quill.

"Okay."

He checked something on the parchment and gave me a seductive look.

"Um, the payment for my service is blood of your blood."

"I don't know what that means."

"It's generally a child that comes forth because of our union or a close relative."

"I don't understand."

"For the next year and a day I will give you more pleasure than you've ever dreamed of. We'll do dirty, naughty things together and you'll beg me constantly to possess you. In exchange, if you get pregnant and have a child, you'll give it in payment to the Council of Genies. They'll adopt him or her as their own and teach them the ways of the Djinn."

This was something I did not expect. There was nothing in the book that said this type of payment would be asked of me. I thought hard about what my life was and the dreams I've had. Having children was never one of them. Our own mother had withered and died from the hard labor her work as a maid entailed.

It was a small thing in my life, but people – my sister – could judge me for it. The thing is, I knew what my life was going to be like. Work and more work that would eventually weaken me and destroy me. No man would want to look at me to have a family and I would die an old crone. This offering of endless pleasure for a year and a day could be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"I accept." I said, hands shaking.

"Perfect." He got up from the bed and put the parchment on top of my desk. "Sign here, initial here, and then we're done."

"There's no ink."

"Right. Here." He cut my finger with the point of the quill and my blood started dripping. "Use the blood."

A chill went through me. I was signing a deal with blood. How could any good come from that? But stupid girl that I was, I signed the contract anyway.

Apparently, genies are really powerful. Farsyn tried to get me to cook for him again, but when I wished for him to bring forth a delicious meal he had no choice. I guess it was one of those small print items he didn't want to disclose before. The meal was to die for and when we were finished, he even washed the plates we had eaten from.

"We should go to my room. My sister will be here soon."

I get up, worrying my lip with my teeth and look up at him. Farsyn is a giant of a man, with strong shoulders and beautiful violet eyes. His smile takes my breath away and I'm already wishing to be held in his big arms. Before I know it I am being held by him.

"You need to watch what you wish for in your mind as well. Come on, little dove, let me treat you to a massage."

My heart starts beating faster again and I let him guide me back to my bedroom.

"My sister is bound to hear me if I make a noise."

"I can make this room soundproof if you wish it."

I do that in my mind, but I don't see any change in the walls around me.

"You'll have to trust me on that. Has anyone ever given you a massage, little dove?"

I shake my head and step closer to him.

"You're mine, right? To do with what I want?"

"Naughty. Yes, but I want for you to sample some of my work. So I'll help you relax with a massage and then we'll see what happens organically."

He took my clothes off slowly, placing kisses all over my body. My body trembles with each heated contact of my skin and my sex is tingling.

"Lie down, little dove, and close your eyes."

I do as he says and he starts methodically tormenting me with pleasure. His hands seem to be everywhere at once and my sex starts dripping with my juices. It's as if he knows every exact place in my body that drives me wild. After what seems like an eternity, I'm so close to an orgasm that I start whimpering with need.

My distress means nothing to him, because he smiles at my desperation. I want his mouth on me and he immediately responds. I have to remember to wish for the right things. He starts placing openmouthed kisses all over my body and soon he's moving in one heavenly direction. Down my body to my sex.

He opens me up with his fingers and blows hot air against my center. My hips respond immediately, trying to get closer to his mouth, but he holds me still with one of his hands.

"Do it, I want your mouth on me."

"Ah looks like my little dove is a lioness inside."

He peppers more kisses all around my sex, avoiding my clit like it's the plague. My hips fight against the hand that's holding them still and my moans fill the room. I look down to see why he's doing this to me and I see him worshipping my sex. He's the most beautiful being I've ever seen, and he's taking care of my pleasure.

I take solace in the fact that this is just the beginning of our journey together. I try to relax back against the bed when I feel his hot tongue licking me from hole to clit. He does this several times and at last his hand moves to grab my legs. He buries his whole face against me and eats me out like he hasn't had anything to eat in centuries, which might be possible. He is, after all, trapped in those pages until someone conjures him out.

His tongue is a weapon, and he definitely knows how to wield it properly. I grab at his hair to try and get him even closer to me, as if that were possible. Finally, he takes mercy on me and thrusts his tongue inside me. The feeling is indescribable, and I whimper in pleasure. The movements of my hips become erratic as I am close to my climax. That's when he uses his thumb to tease my clit.

The orgasm he gives me is so strong, I start seeing black spots at the edges of my vision, and I almost pass out. I'm glad I didn't because the look on his face indicates he's not done with me. He flicks his fingers and now he's completely naked.

"Yes, I'm not done with you, lioness."

He opens up my legs, a little more forcefully than necessary, and comes to rest between them, his rigid cock teasing my entrance. I love the feel of his body against mine and I stroke his back and ass, enjoying him as much as possible.

"Do you want to feel my cock inside you, mistress?"

"Yes!"

"If I take you now, you won't be able to resist me for the entire year. Are you ready for that."

"Yes, please."

With that he impales me with his hard length. He doesn't move right away and looks deeply into my eyes.

"Do you need me to move?"

"Oh my god, yes."

"This has nothing to do with him."

He pulls almost completely out and then sinks right into me again. This. This. I never thought I would have this in my life and I'm glad I signed that contract, even if it was in blood. As if seeing the rightness in my eyes, he starts a steady movement of in and out and my sex weeps for his every thrust.

I hear someone screaming but then I realize it's me that's making all the noise as he gives me more pleasure than I've ever felt in my entire life. It lasts minutes but it seems like forever when my body can't stand the sweet punishment any longer and I come once again. This time my sex convulses around his cock like it wants to milk all of the cream out of it.

And it does. The expression on his face is one of rapture and then I feel the hot jets of his cum filling up my womb. He places kisses all around my face and then moves to lie beside me.

"Watching you come is fascinating, mistress. This will be a good year."

One year later

The deadline for my contract is fast approaching. I didn't get pregnant – thanks to my sister and her knowledge of herbs – but now I do not want to give up my genie. We tried destroying the book, but every time we thought the deed done it would appear in my desk once again, untouched. All I know is I need him in my life. I can't live without him.

As if knowing I'm thinking of him, he appears before me.

"Farsyn…"

"It's almost time, little dove."

"I don't want this to end. I want you to stay with me."

"There is only one way, but I don't know if you can do what has to be done, little dove."

"I'll do anything."

"Someone has to go in the book in my stead."

And that's how, the next day we tricked my sister into the book to take my lover's place.