The sun was little more than a thin, orange line bleeding over the city skyline when I was making my way to the door of the shop. My weary hooves scuffed the worn carpet, my every step aching as I trudged up to the single pane of glass and flipped the sign around. 

“Gah, I’m beat,” I groaned. “My poor hooves feel like lead weights.” I turned my golden gaze down, past the ripe swell of my full, chocolate bosom, to the massive mound of gravid flesh which distended beyond my feet. “You aren’t helping much, either.”

My belly trembled with a fluttering of kicks, as if my spawn was protesting my accusation. 

“Not even born and already arguing with me,” I said with a huff. “Figures, I suppose.”

My clawed hand thrust to the small of my back, I waddled from the door and back to the counter. The sconces of lumin crystals glowed with a faint yellow radiance as I reached up for the lights. Placing my fingers to the magic infused shards, I snuffed out the strange illumination. 

“You know, I always did wonder where the magic came from.” My long, furry ears pricked up. “For that matter, where does all of our wondrous magic come from?”

I suppose it was not a silly question. The streets sparkled with veins of shimmering mithril, the very mortar of our shops and homes glittered in the night with a thin veneer of crystalline dust. A magical, enchanted world we lived in, yet I think most of us failed to see that. 

“I suppose it’s not a matter to worry over,” I said and yawned. “Besides, I’m beat.”

Leaving the darkened gloom of the shop behind, I stomped up the creaking stairs and entered my cozy little apartment. The door squeaked softly on rusted hinges, announcing my presence to, well, nobody I guess. Closing the door behind me, I cupped a hand beneath my swollen belly and flicked on the lights. 

“I’m home,” I said to the empty living room. My ears drooped in the silence. “It would be nice to hear a reply for once.” I stepped around the sofa, my long skirt offering a muffled swish against my furry legs. Leaning heavily on the arm of the sofa, I thrust out my lip in a pout. “I wonder if Fereya is busy, maybe Ceri? It’s not much fun to be by yourself after such a long day.” 

Shrugging, I stumbled my way into the kitchen. The linoleum clicked beneath my heavy tread as I groped for the handle of the refrigerator. 

“I think a sandwich is in order, don’t you,” I said to my belly. 

No sooner had I pulled the bread from the fridge, when I caught a faint scuffle from down the hall. My ears swivelled, my eyes narrowing into the darkness. Sure enough, there in the shadows, a faint pink line spilled from beneath my bedroom door. 

“What’s that?” I said aloud. “Did I leave the light on?”

Carefully, I sat the half-empty bag of sliced wheat on the kitchen table and made my way into the hall. Slowly, I crept down that darkened corridor, my ears pricked up, my tail curling stiffly behind me. My heart thudded in my chest as I neared the door. The pink light stretched across the carpet as I gripped the knob with a clammy fist. Suddenly, there came a creaking of the bed springs. My heart leapt into my throat. Someone was in my room! I gulped, my body shaking. Who could be in my home at this time of night? Was it a prowler? My claw fell to my pregnant belly, shielding my unborn against this new threat. No, I was not about to have some mysterious fiend go rifling through my belongings like that. The blood hammering in my temples, I threw open the door with a shout. 

“Whoever you are, get out of my--”

“Cousin Ammah!” came an excited cry. 

Instantly, my golden eyes snapped wide to behold a djinn perched at the edge of my bed. From his swollen belly glittered a navel ring of gleaming silver set with a shard of blackest jet. I did not have to look for the black heart tattooed on his left hip to know this grinning demon.

“Bantur? Is that you? How did you get in here? Wait, where’s your brother?” My gaze darted around the room. “He’s hiding in the closet, isn’t he?”

Ignoring the smiling creature on my bed, I dashed to the closet. I flung open the door to find that aside from my old clothes, there was nothing. 

“Cousin, I--”

“Where is he?” I snapped. “You two are attached at the hip. You never go anywhere without the other.”

A look of hurt spread across the delicate features of the djinn. “Ammah, really now. I’m surprised by you.” He placed a hand to his bare breast. “Here I am, kept waiting for you all evening and this is the greeting I receive?”

My ears turned down. “Oh, well I suppose you’re right. I guess it was rude of me to shout. Wait! How did you get in here? And just why are you…”

My voice trailed off as I beheld him fully for the first time. His rich, brown skin was kissed by the pink glow of the arcane cube which sat atop my nightstand, making his bare flesh radiant. Did I say, bare flesh? My throat tightened as I wandered over his naked body. My hooves shuffled over the creaking floor, catching on the discarded heap of his cast off robe. His hair was as long as mine, spilling down his back like a dark waterfall to pool about his wide, round hips on the simple cotton blanket. His horns curved like twin scimitars, dusted with glittering crystalline powder. His eyes, golden like mine, caught the red and green glimmer of moonlight from the open window, making them swirl like dancing flames, entracing me, calling to me. I stumbled for the bed like one sleepwalking. Bantur raised his furry arms, his claws painted a vibrant purple, our family’s color, they say, taking me to his breast as I collapsed into his arms. 

“Cousin, I have missed you so,” he said softly, purring into my ear. 

His skin was smoother than the finest silk. My claws sought his creamy flesh, gripping his fat, pregnant belly which swelled over his deliciously full thighs. My tongue darted from between my black lips as I found my thoughts wandering to the dark treasures which lay hidden between those ripe, soft mounds. Slowly, my fingers journeyed up the curve of his swollen belly, my claws, also painted in the same purple, found the pendulous sphere of a milk-heavy breast, the areola a dark chocolate against his mocha skin. The nipple was a firm bud, a ripened cherry which begged me to pluck it. My claw sought that nub, when the djinn dipped two fingers beneath my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. 

“You look tired, cousin,” he said. His delicate lips, glistening wetly with a purple sheen, were turned down in a frown. 

My ears drooped as I met his scintillating gaze. His golden eyes held me, like a viper to a mouse. I could not look away as I said, “I-It’s been a rough time.”

“My poor, hard-working cousin,” he moaned. His fingers came to gently play against my cheek. “This will simply not do. Not one bit.”

I laid my head against his breast bone, inhaling the exotic spices which scented his skin. His body was covered with golden dust, making his skin sparkle in the light. He was so warm, so soft. I wrapped my arms around my cousin’s gravid waist and let out a sigh. His arms fell around my shoulders, his claw tugging gently at my long braids. I clung to him, hugging myself tighter so that our broods did lash out in protest, kicking and fluttering within our overstuffed wombs. 

“My dear, Ammah,” he whispered. Bantur plucked at my ear, sending a ripple of delight down my spine which made my tail wag. “You work too much. It’s not good for you.”

“I don’t have much choice,” I whimpered into the deep cleft between his fat, sagging tits. “I’m all alone.”

“No,” he whispered. “Not tonight, you’re not.”

I looked up at my cousin. His golden eyes were painted purple to match his lips, shimmering from beneath the long strands of his hair. He smiled then and I felt the heat blossom in my cheeks as I soon found myself being lowered onto the bed. 

“Tonight, I want you to relax,” he said, his claws fingering the hem of my tee shirt. 

With one deft tug, he had pulled my shirt up to my chin. My swollen belly rose, a distended mound of rich chocolate, glowing faintly with the pink of the lumin cube. My breasts wobbled within the straining confines of my bra, nipples thrust against the thin material as if calling to my cousin. Bantur’s claws came to rest on my belly, his warm, gentle touch made a small gasp rise from my lips as he slid fingers over my tight, brown skin. 

“O-Oh, I really shouldn’t let you do this,” I groaned. “Mmm, but it does feel so good.”

His claws swirled over my belly, fingers pressing into my skin, kneading my sore, gravid flesh as he crept ever closer to my milky spheres. His fingers met the clasp of my bra and with a sharp click, my jiggling breasts were freed. The cool air kissed my nipples, making them grow hard even as I gazed in longing at Bantur. My body throbbed, begging for his sweet touch. My cock strained, bulging against my skirt as I lay my arms back above my head. His hands found my bloated breasts, fingers sinking deep into jiggling flesh. His pregnant belly pressed into my own as he lowered his head. His pink tongue lolled from slackened jaws to leave a slick, shining trail of saliva along my ripe belly. I breathed deep, enthralled by his touch as his mouth quested for my offered breast. 

“Sashur is attending a special event at the club tonight,” he said. Taking my erect bud between thumb and forefinger, he gave a gentle twist that made my mind boil. “So tonight, it’s just you and me.”

He leaned close, his hot, wet breath on my neck as his lips grazed my throat. I let a small groan of pleasure murmur on my lips as Bantur crested the point of my chin. His lips to my own in such a soft, simple kiss that made tears trickle from my eyes. I longed to press myself to his supple mouth, yet Bantur pulled back before I could claim him. Instead, he grazed my button nose, his soft lips pulling away, leaving me breathless. 

“Close your eyes,” he said.

His fingertips touched my forehead, sliding down to my eyelids, making them flutter as he glided along the bridge of my nose.

“O-Oh… Oh…” I sighed. My heart pounded as I felt his light touch, like the wings of some tiny insect, fluttering down my throat.

My pregnant belly heaved as I gulped for air. Sweat prickled my flesh as my cousin stoked my desires like a practiced surgeon. 

“I know all the tricks.” His voice came out in a syrupy purr. “Let me show one of my favorites.”

His tongue slithered from between his lips like a pink worm, seeking my nipple. He slid around my bumpy areola, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva in his wake. His tongue curled around my erect bud, flicking it before his lips came to wrap themselves around my breast. His fangs bit, pain and pleasure like firecrackers exploding in my brain. My back arched as I cried out. Bantur ignored my cries, biting down harder, pulling back, plucking at my tender flesh. My hands shot out, clawing at the bedspread. The rasp of my furry fingers on the sheets formed a chorus to my desperate pleas as I groped for anything to hold onto, like a drowning man clinging to a piece of driftwood. At last, I grabbed the top of the headboard, mouth gaping as I screamed in utter elation. 

“Oh! Oh yes” I cried. Tears streamed down my brown cheeks. “Oh, I needed this so badly.”

“I could tell,” replied Bantur. 

He slipped from my breast, trailing now down my ripe and fertile belly. My heart leapt to my throat with a thrill as he came to the waistband of my skirt. With practiced ease, he undid the buttons, sliding my skirt free. Letting it tumble to the floor, he then fixed his golden gaze on my panties. I was wearing a lovely black lace pair today, the gossamer webbing forming a series of flower petals. I should say that they were one of my favorites. My cock swelled, straining the fabric. A tiny stain was already fast spreading across my front, such was my desire. Bantur’s fingers glided along my wide, gravid hips, his claws hooking beneath the elastic of the waistband. I gave a contented murmur and raised my hips, my fat ass lifting from the bed to allow my cousin to slide my underwear down my furry legs. My hooves came up and Bantur yanked my panties free with a flourish. 

My belly bobbed up and down before my eyes, obscuring the sight of the other djinn as he dipped his head between my legs. His lips met my throbbing rod with a kiss that stole my breath away. My claws dug into the headboard as Bantur’s tongue slithered up my shaft. He swirled around my velvet tip, inching back down my rigid member. His hand came up to gently take my cock between his fingers. Warm, soft lips encircled my groin as Bantur plunged. His nose nestled into my pubic fur, inhaling my own rich musk, driving him wild. He pulled back, his lips tightening around my cock, his tongue lapping at the bitter dew which streamed from my excited shaft. I panted, gripping to the headboard for dear life. The cool night air tickled my skin, only heightening my pleasure as Bantur came careening back down. 

“Oh yes,” I cried. 

Bantur slid up, his lips plucking from my cock with a wet pop. He rose up from between my thighs, his face cresting the gravid mountain of my belly. He smiled at me then, his fingers curling around my throbbing rod. Slick and shiny with his saliva, my skin had become smooth and slippery to his touch. Gripping my shaft, he slid up the hot, tight flesh. His thumb pressed into my tip, nudging my urethra, before sliding back down. Again, he rose, my breath blasting from my lungs as I was swept away on a wave of giddy delight. 

“I can make you feel good,” he said. His other hand dipped beneath my balls to touch my perineum. “I know all about you. Everything that makes you feel good, Ammah.”

His fingers pushed lightly to my plump underside and I found myself spreading my legs wider, inviting him farther. He dipped lower, seeking the flesh folds of my rump. My thighs came back, my knees touching my shoulders as I let him slip his fingers between my cheeks. My anus quivered in anticipation as his fingers so sweetly caressed my fat doughnut. Sweat poured down my face, my cheeks burning scarlet as I opened myself to him. His fingers glided into me probing deep, all the while, he continued to stroke my hard cock. 

“B-Bantur,” I groaned. “Oh, I don’t know how much I can take.”

“I can take you to the very tippy-top of that bubbling point,” Bantur said. “Believe me, I’ve had plenty of practice.”

“I-I’m going to… going to…” I sobbed, my lungs burning as I fought just to breathe.

“Oh no,” he chuckled. “Not until I say so.”

His claws found my quivering prostate and attacked with a fury that rocked my mind. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a howl that blasted every last atom from my lungs. My belly lurched as I struggled for air. My balls churned, bloating with fresh seed, longing for that sweet, final release that would not come. It would not come! Oh god, I needed to let loose. But, the cruel, sweet, wonderful fingers of my dear cousin would not let me. He would not let me! My weariness all but forgotten, my eyes tore open, laying my sights on the beautiful face of Bantur. His eyes, his lips, so much like my own that could have been staring into a mirror. My heart raced to see one of my own kind. How lonely it was to be the only djinn in the city. My thoughts turned to Fereya, Ceri, even Engi. They were such fantastic partners, yet, still did I feel a longing. A need in my heart for what? Then it hit me with the gentle aroma of Bantur’s scent. I wanted to go home. 

My claws came away from the headboard, grasping my tee shirt, ripping the flimsy material from my body. Cleansing my flesh of any further impurities, I rolled up into a sitting position. My naked flesh glowed in the light of the crystal as I leaned towards Bantur. His body shimmered silver in the moonlight, framed in the backdrop of the slumbering city beyond. His eyes smoldered like molten bronze, a small grin curling his lips. He rose, turning his back on me. Lifting his tail, he grasped his fat cheeks, spreading his ass wide. My heart thundered as I beheld the object of my desire. His anus was a tight, brown doughnut nestle between two ripe, chocolate cakes. I licked my lips, my stomach rumbling. His anus glistened wetly, like fresh sugary glaze. I leaned in, my claws taking hold of his hips. His flesh was hot, his scent captivating me. The tang of sweat and the heady aroma of his natural musk set my mind aflame. The exotic spices of cardamom and cinnamon mingled with the faint odor of vanilla and rose. 

My mouth watered as I took in such a banquet. My tongue plunged, sliding around his tight button. Bantur let out a squeal, toppling onto the bed, his thighs spread as I pressed my mouth to his ass. My lips kissed his slackening anus, tongue slithering deep into his rectum, lapping at the hot, wet walls of his trembling core. With loud, wet pops, I quested deeper. Drool trickled down my chin as I continued to feast. My swollen belly ballooned beneath me, quaking with a hunger that I could not satisfy. 

“A-Ah, Ammah,” I hear him cry out. “Ngh, t-that’s amazing.”

His body melted in my claws as I struck his prostate. Bantur lifted his head to scream as I battered the gates of his womb. My cock twitched, desire spurting shimmering precum onto the blanket. I ripped my greedy maw from his gaping hole, leaving his anus slack and ready. Bantur’s belly heaved, his skin shiny with sweat as I watched his butthole expand. He wanted me. His shoulders quaking, he looked back at me, his eyes a soft gold that made my heart tremble. He called to me, though his lips did not move. I rose, my belly falling atop his back. No words were uttered, for to speak would only spoil such a perfect, blessed moment. My cock throbbed against the quivering flesh of Bantur’s anus. I could feel him beneath my fingertips, his body tensing for that first, hot thrust. My bulbous tip pressed to his flesh, pushing in, stretching his ring. His back arched beneath me as a sharp gasp of pain gave way to a belly aching groan of pure ecstasy. His sweaty face collapsed to the bed, seeking relief in the coolness of the sheets as I entered him.