Solomon' Daughters

Chapter 4

Her hand gripped his necked tighter keeping him from pulling away any farther and her other reached out and grabbed his wrist pulling his hand back up to her face and she pressed her cheek into his open palm. He stared into her black eyes and caressed her cheek with his thumb as she stared back. He leaned in and kissed her, she stiffen for a second them wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him harder into her mouth. His lips parted and he ran them over her in request for her to do the same. Once again her paused for a moment then open to allow his invasion of her mouth. His tongue gently explored her mouth until she tentatively reached out hers to him. He licked down her tongue and with a moan from her pulled his head tighter to her and tried to wrestle his tongue back into his open mouth with her own. He ran his hands through her hair until she began to enthusiastically kiss him back. With her signs of pleasure he ran his hands down her back and sides, over the flare of her his and gripped her ass kneading the muscles.

She moaned into his mouth and began to suck on his tongue. After a few minutes he rolled over on top of her. Alarm pinged through her as his wait lifted from her so the only part of the two of them still touching where their lips. He ran his hands up her side sending waves of pleasure through her making her mind go blank even as she stuggled to remember what was so important. He brought his hands up to the top of her dress and tugged when she didn’t protest I tugged a little harder and her breasts were exposed. He sucked in his breath and clenched his jaw to control himself to keep from his embarrassing himself and coming in his pants. This was the first time he had ever been past the kissing with a girl and Sar-Rah was gorgeous not to mention the smell of her arousal and soft cute little pants to get more air into her excited body were not helping his self-control at all. After a few seconds when he was sure he wouldn’t erupt he leaned in and licked her n****e.

“Ahhhhh,” she moaned loudly as her release exploded through her. Her arms shot out trapping his head, and grinding her n****e into his mouth as she held him to her chest. He continued to suck, lick and nibble her as her o****m pulsed through her.

When he had paused from trying to drive her insane with pleasure the white fog of lust and arousal began to dissipate and she remembered she need to talk to him before this went any further about the consequences. Just as she opened her mouth to tell him they needed to talk he leaned in and licked her n****e and at the unexpected jolt of pleasure she went over the edge with a moan.

When a she gained her senses she realized he was still clasped to her chest his body against hers she felt his hard length pushing against her p***y. She trembled at the feeling and was both glad and disappointed that their cloth were keeping him from sliding into her.

“Anthony we have to talk,” she said.

“Okay,” he said pulling back away from her. At the sad looked in her eyes lowered his eyes and tried to puzzle out what was bothering her. He thought she was enjoying it as much as he was he was sure she came the end there. He played the scene through his mind and doubt and horror crept into his mind. She had said he was her master and she would do whatever he wished to please him, but maybe she didn’t really want to. Maybe though pauses were because she wanted to tell him no, but couldn’t because of what she was. Alarm slammed into him and he stepped quickly away from her praying he was wrong.

Noticing the strain around his eyes Sar-Rah looked at him fully when he took a quick jerky step back away from her and the bed. She watched as realization, horror, hatred, confusion flashed across his face in rapid succession then guilt and pain filled it and did not leave his expressive features. He would not meet her eyes.

His behavior confusing her she reached into his mind. Her breath caught in her throat at the maelstrom of his emotions. His pain and regret whirling kept at a steady boil by his self-loathing. She pushed through that and found a small flicker of hope that made his thought was wrong. She realized the small bit hope was keeping him from running from the room in depressed shame that might consume his mind completely if it went out. She pushed past that as well to reach the thought to discover what was causing such a high level of distress. She found it and went still. He thought he forced her against her will, that he was little better than a r****t, that maybe she couldn’t say no because she was his servant. Her heart melted with love for him and she pulled from his mind. She smiled up at him and his expression cleared a little but she could tell he was very upset.

“Before we take this any farther we must talk about the consequences,” she said looking up at him with love on her face and her breasts hanging out. She showed no signs of modesty or desire to cover herself.

“Um, okay,” he replied his mind unable to focus completely do to his worry and her half exposed state.

“First we get this out of the way,” she said as rose from the bed and walked over to him. He was rooted to the spot as she reached out and grip his head and brought it down and thoroughly kissed him then whisper in his ear.

“You did not force me, I was enjoying that far too much you made me c*m with just one lick.”

He shivered in excitement at her words and his knees almost gave out in relief as all the tension flowed from his body.

“Second, I am not the only Djinn that was in the bottle. My six sisters still remain inside.”

He eyed the bottle sitting on his desk. It was a flat black color the stopper was back in it and the seal was back.

“Why is it that dead black color,” he asked.

“Because the magic needs time to recharge also to give me time to decide.”

“Decide what?”

“Whether my master would make a good husband for my sisters and I.”

He turned from the bottle to look at her with his mouth slightly agape in surprise and just stared at her. At his attention she reddened slightly.

“The Djinn, I mean genie as you call them, that made me and my sisters into genies and put us into that bottle put me into the bottle so I would always pop out first so I could judge the man who opened the bottle seeing as to how I amoung all my sisters am the best judge of character.”

“What if a woman opened the bottle? Or what if you didn’t think the guy was any good? How many time have you been released from the bottle,” Anthony asked her.

“I’ve been release three time before you, but two were bad men and the third was not a good candidate for our husband so back into the bottle I went, that is part of the spell until I find a good one we are all stuck in there. A woman cannot open the bottle.”

“What else,” he asked and she blushed.

“Well you see the genie that made us this way was that last one, our father had killed them all off until he, Razark, was that last left, he was a High Djinn, I guess you would call him a King genie. Well he wished to continue his species and with us going to be imprisoned until far in the future where the man whom we’d wed was born he tore his own lifefore into seven piece and stored each in one of us.”

“Why would you father kill off all the genies, and why would Razark store his lifeforce in you all?”

“My father killed the genies because they are powerful, mischievous, and like to meddle in the affairs of mortals. Razark stored the lifeforce in such a way that the first time we lay with a man the power will be transfer to him and fuse with his soul. With each of us he has made love to the stronger the power will become and with the all seven of us he will become a new High Djinn and the genie species will be saved though us and our husband.”

He stared at her for a few minutes and she looked back at him that sadness flowing back more and more with each passing moment that nothing was said.

“So you want me to be your husband,” he asked. Her eyes snapped to his and she nodded without taking her eyes from his.

He slowly walked to the bed and stood right between her legs her face level with his belly button her head tilted back to look up at him. He caressed down her face, then shoulders, then arms to her wrists and gripped them tightly in his hands. He leaned into to her forcing her back down, to lay on the bed her wrists gripped now in one of his hands stretched above her head. He leaned his face down to her and kissed her slow and deeply not pulling away until he was forced to through the need for oxygen. Panting slightly he looked into her black eyes.

“Alright, I’ll be your husband under certain conditions,” he said.