“Holy cow, Sashur! This must have cost a fortune.”

From the poshest restaurant, to the suite of the fanciest hotel in town, I was on a whirlwind of luxury.

“Only the best for you,” Sashur said, closing the door behind him.

My breath fairly caught in my throat as I took in the sheer decadent splendor. A sumptuous carpet of deep plum rustled beneath my hooves, set off by the ivory walls with their gold wainscoting. From the ceiling hung golden fixtures set with glittering crystal of pure, white light. The furniture was of dark oak, heavy and carved with fine detail with the forms of flowers and vines. 

I clutched my bag, taking it all in. “Sashur, you really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

He crept up behind me, his breath hot and wet on my bare shoulder. His lips, soft, gentle, pressed to my brown skin. I gave a sudden gasp as his claws came to my hips. 

“But I did, Ammah,” he whispered into my ear. A thick, rich syrup that made my head swim.

His hands slid up my wide hips, his claws scratching at my sequined dress as he slipped around to grasp my swollen belly. With just his nails, he swirled around my bloated middle, sending ripples of delight to dance up my spine. 

“My goodness, you are full,” he remarked. “Your belly is so heavy and firm. I’m surprised you don’t up and burst.”

His lips caressed my neck, finding my exposed throat. I let my head tilt back, offering myself to him as he kissed me just beneath my chin. 

“Do you like to feel full?” he asked. 

His gentle lips tickled my throat, eliciting a tiny giggle from me. “I love to feel full,” I replied. “Sashur, I haven't felt full in so long.” My bag slipped from my claws, tumbling to the carpet with a soft whump. My hands fell, sliding back to cup his round buttocks as I pressed myself against him.

“Your scent,” he purred into my ear. His lips tickled the furry lobe. “Your taste, your warmth. You make me wild.” His tongue, wet, hot, slithered into my ear, making me shiver with pleasure.

His lips crested the delicate curve of my chin, seeking my wanting mouth. My golden lips parted, allowing him to claim me. His fangs were smooth against my flicking tongue as I quested for his slick gums. Sashur’s mouth pressed to mine, breathing deep, sucking the air from my aching lungs as I suckled his rough, pink tongue which darted down my throat. His hands, ever the nimble devils that they were, had come back around to graze my bare back. His fur was soft against my skin as he found the folds of my dress. His fingers wormed beneath the fabric, sliding over the naked flesh of my belly. His hand came up, cupping my heaving breast, one finger nudging my erect nipple. My desperate claws slithered up under his robe, my ears swivelling back, as I so gleefully discovered that he was not wearing underwear. The thought that Sashur had sat across from me, in public, with nothing to conceal his privates made my belly grow hot. I moaned through my nose and squeezed his fat rump hard. My knees buckling, I slumped into his narrow chest. The hump of his belly protruded into my lower back, reminding me of the life that I had planted within my dear cousin’s womb. 

“Ammah,” he whispered. He had pulled his lips away from mine, leaving my hot mouth swollen with his love, begging him to return. “I prepared something just for you, in the bathroom.”

“T-The bathroom?” I muttered. My ears drooped, my golden gaze hazy from his intoxicating kiss.

“Yes,” he said. “But, you won’t be needing this.” 

With a deft flick of his wrist, the djinn caught the clasp of my dress. The thin fabric gave way, spilling my milky breasts over the round swell of my pregnant belly. My ears pricked up and I hugged an arm across my jiggling chest as Sashur’s fingers caressed my bare lower belly. 

“Such modesty, are we really related?” he laughed. “Come, Ammah. Join me?”

He stepped back, turned and untied his robe. The shimmering red satin pooled about his hooves for an instant before he made his way towards the bathroom. His naked form roused my stirring loins, igniting a fire of lust within my belly. His back curved into the majestic orbs of his ripe buttocks. Their deep cleft tantalizing me, enticing me to explore that dark ravine, to lick up the rich, earthy treasures within. My cock strained against my panties as I followed his movement. With an almost musical grace, he stopped by the door, his hand on the jamb. 

“Come, cousin,” he called. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I let my dress tumble from my gravid frame. Naked, I followed. The bathroom was a bright, spacious chamber. The floor was of black and white tile, while the walls were a delicate sky blue. But, what took my breath away was the massive stone basin which dominated the room. The bathtub bubbled with a deep purple brew. Foaming suds lathered the rim of the bowl as steaming water cascaded from the wide, silvery faucet. The room was filled with the aroma of lavender, a sweet, but not overpowering, scent. 

Sashur sat on the edge of the tub, his knees together, hands folded over his lap. He smiled as if waiting for me to make the first move. I crept to the tub, placing a finger into the violet waters. 

“Is that all?” he asked. “Just one finger?”

“It does feel awfully nice,” I said, raising a hoof. “And I do love baths.”

Slowly, I let myself submerge like a beached whale into the tub. Streams of soapy water spilled over the sides, displaced by my fetal girth. 

“Oh, this is heavenly,” I sighed. “The water tingles so nicely.”

“It’s infused with minerals.” Sashur ran a hand through the suds. “It’s good for you.”

“It’s wonderful,” I replied. “But, you know, baths are more fun with someone else to enjoy them.”

Sashur’s round, yet lissome form slid effortlessly into the water. “I quite agree.” His skin, wet and slippery, slid up my pregnant belly. His hands wrapped around my stomach as he brought his lips to my hungry mouth. 

The gentle popping of our mouths echoed in chorus to the lapping of the bathwater. My hands grasped his biceps, dragging him to me in spite of the protesting of my gravid belly. His hair, freed of the golden pin, had fallen down his back in a dark silken waterfall. His mouth edged down from my lips, finding my chin, my throat, traveling ever lower to fill the hollow of my collarbone to lap at the salty traces of dinner which clung to my skin. I leaned back against the side, moaning as his muzzle dipped between my heaving breasts. His hand rose, a dripping sponge held in his slippery fingers. Slowly, he brought the rough sponge to my skin, scrubbing my brown flesh, leaving a trail of white, foaming suds in his wake. 

“Ngh,” I groaned. That feels perfect.”

He swirled around my belly, dipping down towards the tangle of pubic fur above my stiffening member. I bit my lip, turning, offering my jiggling rump to him. Like two ripe pumpkins, my cheeks rose from the waves, a soft, round leviathan for his pleasure. Sashur took hold of my hips, scrubbing hard, harder…

“H-Harder,” I cried, gripping the edge of the tub. “Harder, oh harder.”

His paces quickened, rubbing my ass as if he thought to polish it to a high sheen. 

“Oh… Oh… Yes…” My cries warbled to the steamy ceiling. “Oh, that’s the stuff.”

Sashur pressed himself to my back, his round belly nestling into the curve of my spine. His lips found my shoulder, his hands slipping to my belly. His fingers rose, cupping my heavy breasts. The sponge floated by me and I was quick to snatch it up. I whirled on him, his face even with mine. Gently, I brought the filmy sponge up, dabbing his cheek. Sashur purred, his eyes closing as he leaned into me. Slowly, I scrubbed the purple makeup from his face, the eyeshadow and lipstick he wore. My eyes grew wide, seeing him without makeup. His lips were a deep ebony, glistening wetly in the light. His skin was a smooth, creamy mocha with just a bit of a golden sheen. But his eyes, when he opened them, made my poor heart leap into my throat. 

“Cousin,” he said with a grin that melted me. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

My fingers flew to my quavering lips. “I-I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you without makeup, is all.”

“Well,” he snickered. “If that’s your reaction…”

The sponge fell from my fingers, hitting the water with a wet plop. “Sashur,” I gasped. I seized his face in my dripping claws. “You’re beautiful.”

Our lips collided as I drew him to me, crushing his mouth to mine. Now, I would steal [i]his[/i] breath away. Sashur’s eyes bulged as my hot tongue poured down his throat, claiming his honeyed mouth. My claws slid from his face, down his muscled back. Fingers sought the ripe mounds of his jiggling cheeks, clasping his ass with both hands. My palms filled with his succulent meat as I feasted on the banquet that was my cousin’s mouth. Sashur grunted, startled, but soon gave into a deep, belly aching groan of utter contentment. His eyes fell into a half-lidded stare, glazing over as pleasure took him. His claws came to my belly, his sharp nails swirling around my gravid hump, tickling my chocolate skin as he found my hips. His hands slid around my opened thighs, seeking my throbbing groin. My cock rose, a tower of firm, hot flesh that begged for his touch. His fingers curled around my rod as my own hand slid between his cheeks. His tail curled, rising from the purple waves like a sea serpent as he arched his back, allowing me to stroke his tight button. 

“Mmm, Ammah,” he moaned. “I’ve been craving this.” He looked up at me, his eyes shimmering. “I’ve purified myself, just for you,” he said. “My skin, unblemished by the touch of another.”

“Oh now,” I laughed. “You can’t be serious. You have your club and all.” 

Suddenly he let go of my pulsing shaft. With a speed I did not know he possessed, he sprang. His hands cupping my face, his eyes wide, he stared at me fully. 

“No, Ammah,” he said. “You don’t understand. Since the shop, with us, I haven’t let anyone else take me. Not once. Not the club members, not even Bantur.”

“Sashur,” I gasped. My hands caught his wrists. “What are you saying?”

Tears glittered like diamonds from his eyes, streaming down his cheeks to wipe away the flecks of sudsy foam. “I’m saying,” he sobbed. “That I wish to give my womb to you.”

The confession was a lead weight being dropped upon me. In the djinn culture, to give one’s womb was nothing less than a proposal of marriage.

“Sashur, I…”

“Please, Ammah,” he cried. He stood up from the tub, his brown body glistening. He wrapped his slender arms around his narrow chest. “I-I… It hurts, Ammah. It hurts me to be away from you. I can’t stop thinking of you. I need you.” He looked at me, his eyes deep pools of such longing that my heart ached to stare into them. “I need you.”

I swallowed back the lump growing in my throat and heaved my heavy frame from the tub. Purple water splashed over the sides, pooling onto the tile as I embraced my cousin. His sopping hair clung to his warm, wet skin, smelling faintly of lavender and the spices of our homeland. 

“Yes,” I whispered without thinking. “Yes, Sashur. I will take your offered womb.” I held him to me. His heart thundered against my chest, beating furiously. I nuzzled his ear, nibbling the delicate lobe. “I will take you for my own,” I purred. “I will seed your fertile soil and reap the harvest of our young.”

The look he gave me, such an expression of joy, I cannot describe it in simple words. He took my hands in his, a broad smile curling his black lips. 

“Ammah,” he said. “I think we should take this to the bed.”

My tail swished behind me, spraying droplets of soapy water all over the wall. “Yes, I would agree.”

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The bedroom was a spacious suite adorned with the thick plum carpet like the rest of the hotel room. The bed, a massive slab of overstuffed down and soft cotton, held court over the entire space. Robed in heavy blankets of blue and gold, with sheets of glimmering satin, the monarch squatted to the side of the room, while before it, a tall, wide window opened onto the skyline. 

“Sashur, slow down,” I cried. 

My cousin gripped my wrist like a steel vice, dragging me from the bathroom with just enough time to drape a terrycloth towel around my dripping form. My hair hung in sopping strands, plastered to my neck and back as I staggered behind the grinning djinn. 

“Oh, but Ammah,” he cried. “This is just so perfect.” 

He let me go, hopping back as I tumbled onto the bed. My towel flew from my gravid frame to lay in a heap beside the bed as I let my fat ass fall squarely on the mattress. Meanwhile, Sashur pranced back and forth, his ears swivelling to and for. 

“Oh, I know.” 

He clapped his claws and dashed to the window. The tall pane was surrounded by long, plum curtains, which the djinn drew back with a dynamic flourish. The twin moons hovered above him in the night sky, their red and green glow dwarfed by the glare of the city lights. Framed by the glittering jewels of a thousand lights and widows, Sashur’s smooth, damp flesh glistened with a silvery gleam. His back was to me, his wet hair cast over one shoulder so that I may let my gaze wander down the curve of his spine to trace the black heart tattooed upon his hip. His hips widened, making my pulse race as my vision fell on his fat, round ass. His fleshy cheeks were dimpled, just filling out with the first traces of maternal padding. He tucked a leg in, the deep cleft between his cheeks spreading, tempting me, drawing my gaze. 

Sashur slowly crossed his arms beneath his small, soft breasts and turned so that I now beheld him in profile. My mouth watered as I took in his pouting lips, half open and pursed so wonderfully, as if beckoning me to kiss them. His supple throat was a gentle curve of smooth, brown silk that plunged to his delectable chest. When he breathed, his chest jiggled softly, his breasts only beginning to bud into the delicious milky mounds that I knew would come. His nipples, like two dark cherries ripening on the branch, begging for me to pluck them. My tongue flicked out, licking my lips as I craved the sweet juices of those small fruits. His belly, always rounded, now stuck out with the early stages of pregnancy. My heart fluttered to see that chocolate orb grow. He looked at me, his eyes glowing beneath the wet strands of his hair. 

“Do you like what you see?” he asked in a sultry tone. 

I gulped and replied that I did. Oh, how I did. I leaned back, my palms on the bed. My full thighs spread, my cock springing free, rising like a great pillar beneath my belly. Sashur’s rod sprang up in turn, his balls dangling heavily beneath that tower of dark flesh. He turned from the window, crossing the room, his eyes riveted on me. His hands on his knees, he lowered himself so that we were both at eye level. 

“We left in such a hurry from the restaurant that I fear we missed out on dessert.” His lips, black as night, glistened with a wet sheen. When he spoke his mouth popped with a thick crackle of saliva. My own lips pursed, wishing for nothing more than to savor the sweetness of his kiss. But, he only laughed and said, “How about I make up for that and offer myself as a treat?”

Sashur cocked his head to the side, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He leaned towards me, his claws coming to rest on my swollen belly. My skin still carried the warmth and dampness of the bath, the faint scent of lavender wafting into my nostrils as his fingers crept along the gravid curve. His fingers found my navel, swirling with his nails, sliding up my belly, sending shivers down my spine. 

“O-Oh,” I moaned, falling back onto the bed. My lower legs dangled over the edge as I raised my arms over my head. 
Sashur clambered onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath our weight. His belly pressed to mine, soft and warm as his fingers circled my nipples. 

“No doubt, my brother’s clumsy hands were all over you.” He smiled, taking my breast in his hand. “Now, allow me to show you a master’s touch.”

He squeezed my tit firmly, my back arching as he slowly ran his finger around my dark areola. The sweet agony made me cry out, but the djinn would not stop there. He seized both bloated mounds, pinching my erect nipples between thumb and forefinger. He squeezed, twisted and then pulled, never letting go as he ground my firm nubs in his grasp. Pain and utter, delectable pleasure swept over me like a tidal wave, carrying me on a dizzying sea of ecstasy. My chest throbbed, soon trickling fresh white milk to run freely down my chocolate spheres. 

“So full,” Sashur said. “Ammah, you really should take better care of yourself. You must be so tender.”

“A-Ah,” I managed to groan. 

My cousin relinquished his hold, only to clamp his mouth around a ripe breast. His lips wrapped around my flesh, drawing me into his mouth so that his tongue could flick the sensitive nub. His fangs bit down, working my nipple until milk was flowing now. His cheeks puffing, he suckled, gorging himself on my essence. My tail wagged as I felt the tickle of his nursing. My heart swelled with a maternal ache of contentment, savoring the sheer pleasure of another life at my breast. My arms closed around him, drawing him to me as he gulped with relish. With a sigh, he lifted his head, his lips stained white. A thin trickle of milk ran down his chin, making me chuckle. 

“Oh, messy boy,” I cooed, wiping his mouth with my furry finger. 

Milk pooled across my belly, running down to soak into the blankets as Sashur slid back. He slipped from the bed to kneel between my legs. His hands came to my full, ripe thighs, his gentle caress travelling to my throbbing groin. He took my cock in hand, his fingers bracing my member as he ran his sharp nails down my taut flesh. My mouth hung open as I heaved a great sigh. His fingers slid up my pole, circling my tip, only to come sliding back down. He tapped my cock with two fingers, a steady rhythm as he cupped my fat balls. Swirling with his nails, he scoured my flesh. My belly swelled as I gulped in desperate gasps of air, blasting everything from my lungs in a sharp cry of elation. 

“Does that feel good?” I heard him ask behind the expansive swell of my belly. “I’ll bet it does.”

His palm on my tip, he circled around and around, pressing gently. His fingers curling around my throbbing shaft, he began to stroke. His pace was slow, deliberate. His goal, not to make me release in a sudden orgasm, but to boil with a delicious pleasure. My balls churned, growing tight with fresh seed as my spine tingled with heady delight. I bit my lower lip, my eyes closing as I groaned. My belly trembled, contracting sharply as I moaned in such contentment. Then, with a sweet popping of his lips, his mouth was around my cock. Hot, wet and smooth, his mouth took me in, swallowing me as he bent down. His button nose tickled my pubic fur, rising back up as he tightened his lips around my shaft. His tongue slithered along the plump underside of my rod, savoring the bitter tang of my sweat. My musk inflamed his nostrils, spurring him to come crashing down once more, until his lips were kissing my pubic bone. His hands cupped my balls, massaging those tender spheres, so painfully heavy with rich, virile seed. I tore fistfuls of blanket in my trembling hands, my mouth open in a scream of wild delight. 

“Oh, Sashur! Oh, oh yes!”

His pace quickened, drawing me into a deep well of such wonder, that I feared I would erupt right then and there. My throbbing member trembled, spurting a shimmering strand of glistening precum. Sashur pulled back, leaving my cock slick and shiny with his saliva. The cool night air made my sensitive rod quiver, a trickle of precum dribbling down my shaft. My belly heaved as I gasped for breath. Sashur stood, his knees bent in a slight crouch as he smiled at me. 

“I hope you’re not spent already,” he laughed. 

Still in that half-kneeling position, his claws on his thighs, he turned his back on me. His fat ass thrust forward, cheeks spreading so that I could see his dark, wet ring. Slack and ready, dripping with desire, his anus descended. My quivering rod met the hot flesh of his doughnut and I could not suppress the cry of wanton lust that bubbled on my lips. Sashur looked over his shoulder, his eyes smoldering with a wicked glee, he slowly circled his gaping anus around my cock. Not letting me enter, but merely to graze his tender flesh until my desire had reached a boiling point. Then, as I lay moaning with an agonizing need, he sat down. Warm, supple flesh engulfed my quivering rod, taking me deep. 

His firm ring hugged my iron-hard pole, clamping tight as he plunged. His soft, round cheeks met my pubic bone, sinking into me like a chocolate pillow, only to rise, sending shivers up my spine. My mouth fell open in a groaning cry of ecstasy as Sashur slid up my shaft. Down, he fell, squeezing hard, releasing as he ground himself into my pelvis, closing again, milking my straining cock as he rose back up. Again and again, he performed this seductive dance. His hand slid up his belly, his breast, closing around his throat as his other arm wrapped around his narrow chest. His ears swivelled back, his eyes closed as the djinn savored my hot, throbbing flesh. 

“Mmm, Ammah,” he moaned. “You fill me so well. As if my body were made only for you.”

His rectum fit around my meat like a glove, molded for my pleasure. He lowered himself, grinding his ass into my pelvis. Our hips locked and he started to shift his hips quickly, his pace growing faster, more intense. It was as if his very hand were curled around my groin, jerking furiously, compelling me to arch my back in sheer delight. My hands came to my belly, squeezing the ripe folds of my flabby stomach. My tongue clove to the roof of my mouth as I dug my fingers into my own pregnant mound, sliding up my belly, caressing my distended navel, all the while, my dear cousin would continue to twerk against me. My cock trembled, my balls churning with the desire to release. I let out a whimper, my rod spurting hot, shimmering precum. Sashur’s lips curled into a broad smile. His skin glistened with sweat, shining in the night, silver and gold, red and green, a swirl of ethereal colors as he began to gyrate his hips. Swirling in a slow, luxurious circle, all the while, still sliding up and down, he worked my weakening shaft until my balls were about to explode. 

“Ah… A-Ah…” I cried, my hands clenching my swollen belly. “O-Oh, Sashur. I think… I think…”

The djinn knew what I was trying to cry. He slammed down hard, smashing my spear into his prostate. Together, our lips parted in a joined chorus of elation. My cock erupted, spurting thick, bubbling seed deep, flooding his greedy womb. My manhood throbbed, releasing another pump into his ass, filling his belly with my virile love. Sashur cried out, his belly straining as it began to bloat with fresh seed. 

“A-Ah, Ammah,” he cried. “Oh, I’m growing so full.”

My rod shivered, spraying another stringy blast of semen into his ass. White strands spurted from his anus to ooze down his thighs, leaking onto my shaft to mat into my pubic fur. Still I could not stop. Again came a trembling pump, Sashur whimpering as his knees buckled. Alas, my cousin could take no more and he slumped to the carpet, his ass white with my sticky seed. His hands to his belly, which was now bloated to one six months pregnant, he gasped desperately for breath. 

“That was…” he panted. “That was incredible.” 

His trembling claw grasped the side of the bed and slowly, the sputtering djinn hauled his bloated frame up beside me. He lay on his back, his swollen belly sticking up towards the ceiling. His skin shone with the afterglow that can only come from total satisfaction. He turned his face to me, his lips still as black as night, still glistening with that perfect sheen. I kissed him, long and tender. My lips grazed his chin, his supple throat. I rolled to my knees and straddled his exhausted body. My puffy nipples, dripping with milk, glided across his smooth flesh, making me shudder in delight as I lowered myself to his chest. My lips met his sternum, my tongue darting out to trace a winding trail of warm saliva that circled his dark areola. I locked my lips around his nipple, my teeth biting down, pinching until my cousin gave a little mewl. I pulled back, tugging his erect nub, plucking those divine cherries that I had so long wished to pick. 

“Ngh, cousin,” I heard him moan. “Oh, my milk is not yet in. Please, save yourself the trouble.”

How I yearned to savor his sweet nectar. To gorge myself on his warm essence. But, alas, he was right. Instead, I turned to his ripe belly. My claws came to the gravid hump, gurgling and churning with my seed. I kissed his stomach, feeling the soft fluttering of new life as it took root. My tongue circled his navel, plunging into the shallow indent that would soon protrude as he grew into maternal ripeness. Sashur’s tail swished as he whimpered softly to my touch. Still, I quested farther, seeking his hard shaft. Taking him in my hands, I stroked his rod, making him flush with sudden desire. His body came alive in my hands, growing harder. My lips wrapped around his cock, suckling him. I longed for nothing more than to give him pleasure. Sashur sighed, his belly wobbling before me as I bobbed up and down, milking his shaft, sliding my tongue around his cock. 

His taste, his scent! How I craved every inch of him. I plucked my lips from his throbbing groin, my temples pounding as I took his soft thigh in my arm. Sashur, his face crimson, only smiled as I lifted him. My cousin gave no resistance as I flipped him onto his belly. His ass, sticky with my potent seed, called to me. My claws glided up the backs of his thighs, spreading his legs gently as I came to cup his fleshy cheeks. The fat dimples of his meaty flanks reminded me of the craters on the moon as my thumbs slid into his crack. Carefully, lovingly, I parted his cheeks, laying his battered flower open. 

“Mmm, my brother told me of your insatiable lust,” he said with a contented sigh. He tucked the pillow beneath his chest and lifted his tail. “I had hoped that he was right.”

My cock stiffening, my balls growing full with new seed, I beheld his dark, sticky button. His anus opened as he gave himself to me. A black hole, which yawned wide to receive my manhood. I could wait no more. I seized his hips, guiding myself to his gaping ring. The hot, tight flesh closed around my rod and I entered him again. My throbbing spear plunged deep, crashing into his very core. Sashur let out a sudden cry, his prostate quivering against my velvet tip. My claws sunk into his meaty hips and I gasped, pulling myself back. My hips bucked, swirling before I launched myself forward once more, careening madly into that firm gland. My cock struck like a blacksmith’s hammer against an anvil. Sashur buried his face into the blankets as he gripped the pillow against his breast, as if it alone would prevent him from drowning on that frothing sea of turbulent pleasure. 

Ignoring the kicking protest within my swollen belly, I fell atop his back, my claws rose to his shoulders, my muscles straining as I tugged my gravid frame up his sweaty, trembling body. His skin, so hot and soft against my fat, milky tits. The sensation of his raw, naked flesh against my tender nipples sent ripples down my spine. Globs of fresh white milk pattered down the indent of his spine as I, in turn, sought this furry ear. I thrust deep, my tip rubbing against his prostate. Slowly, circling with my hips, I swirled around that full, ripe gland, feeling it quiver beneath me. Sashur sobbed into the blanket, his tail whipping about above us. His buttocks rose, locking our hips as he raised himself from the bed. His cock, a rock hard pillar of chocolate flesh, throbbed, spurting shimmering precum into the sheets. 

My muzzle found his ear. His scent, a warm musk combined with the spices of our homeland. Like his brother, the smell made me long for home, for the company of another like me. My lips tickled the furry lobe, my tongue flicking out to delve into the depths of that dark canal. Sashur’s hands shot out, digging fistfuls of the blanket as he moaned in tortured ecstasy. My warm, wet tongue plunged, circling his ear, lapping at his sweet, dark flesh. I savored him, my hunger only growing more intense as I crashed my hips into his rump. My hand slid down his arm, my fingers twining with his, I kissed his neck. 

“Ammah,” he sobbed. “Ammah, yes.”

I bucked into his prostate, then, without pulling back I came in again. Pushing, pushing, I rubbed at the gland, massaging that swollen nub until it was ready to burst. Sashur raised his head and screamed as strands of white, sticky seed sprayed into the blanket. Again, I came in and again he would come into the bed, soaking the sheets, slathering his belly in his own semen as I took my pleasure and gave him his. Every shuddering movement designed to make him cry out, I pulled back, thrust, never stopping. My claw came to his belly, my nails sliding along the quivering flesh. His belly contracted, tickled by my touch, he whimpered, surrendering himself to me. His anus clamped hard, milking me as I pulled back. My desire boiled over, I slammed him hard, harder, I could not stop. The room echoed with the wet slap of raw meat as I crashed into him with a fevered pace. 

“Yes! Yes!” I cried. 

“Ammah, more!” he shouted. 

“Yes!” I would cry out in reply. 

“Ammah, do you love me,” he sobbed.

“Yes,” I screamed. I lost myself to my desires, crying out only what sensations I felt. 

“Marry me, Ammah?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes,” I cried. 

In retrospect, I should have paid attention to what Sashur had said, but in that moment I was a slave to my own passions. My pelvis ground into his fleshy ass. My balls churned, ready to explode. Stars burst in my eyes as I released myself. My hot, fresh seed flooded his bloated womb for the second time. White strands spurted from his broken anus with a squelch as I pulled my softening groin free. A thread of sticky semen clung between us, bonding us even as we separated.  Our bodies slick and shiny with perspiration collapsed together, our arms locked around our round, heavy bodies. 

“Oh Ammah, that was amazing,” Sashur sighed. 

Dark rings colored his eyes and I knew that sleep would soon take him. My claw came to his cheek and my cousin smiled. 

“Do you promise?” He kissed my fingers, his golden gaze a deep molten bronze. 

“Promise what?” I asked. 

He chuckled, his head falling against the pillow. His eyes fell shut and he murmured in a voice thick with sleep, “That you’ll marry me?”

My ears pricked up and cold sweat started to run down my back. What did I say? 

“Um, Sashur,” I began, but quickly stopped, for by the heavy, rhythmic tone of his breath, I knew he had fallen asleep. 

I bit my lip and looked out the window. Another combatant had entered the arena to vie for my affections. I turned back to him, seeing his peaceful face, so much like my own. I placed my claw on his round belly, feeling the stirrings of new life, the life we had created together. Tears misted my eyes to think that here, that our love would create such a precious fruit. Bantur had asked me once if perhaps the right girl for me was, in fact, a boy. On this quiet, gentle night, I began to wonder if this boy was the one for me. Could I choose Sashur? What of everyone else? Such questions would come later. For now, I hugged my slumbering cousin to my swollen belly, the two of us drifting off together in one another’s arms. 

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“You seem chipper this evening,” said Bantur. 

The djinn sat with his legs crossed at the edge of the bed. Sashur smiled with a coy little grin and stuck the golden pin into his piled up hair. 

“Oh, I did have just the most wonderful time last night, brother,” he sighed. “If only you were there.”

“If I was,” Bantur replied, “I think it would have spoiled your fun.” He crossed his arms over his belly and raised an eyebrow. 

Sashur shrugged and spun around on the stool to face his sibling. “I suppose that is true.”

“Come on, aren’t you going to tell me about it?” Bantur asked. “I can see you’re practically ready to burst as is.”

A giddy expression stole across Sashur’s face. “Oh, it was magical. First, dinner and then a most delightful bath.” The smile crept ever wider. “We made love twice! Twice, brother. Can you imagine?”

Bantur puffed his cheeks, a look of contempt marring his otherwise beautiful features. “Hmmph, we did it three times.”

“Now who’s the jealous one?” Sashur narrowed his golden eyes, his hands on his hips. “Oh, but brother, let me give you this bit of news. He said yes.”

Bantur suddenly sat up straight as if prodded with a hot poker. “Yes? Yes to what?”

“To marriage of course.” Sashur’s face beamed. “He’s all mine, brother! Mine and no one else’s. Can you believe it?”

Bantur’s face shrank into a scowl. “I don’t see a ring on your finger. Did Ammah really agree to marry you?”

“He was crying out pretty clearly.” Sashur’s fingers covered his lips as he giggled. 

“I wouldn’t go buying a dress just yet, brother of mine,” snapped Bantur. “He’s no one’s until that someone says ‘I do.’”

Sashur stood up and waved off the protests of the other djinn. “Well, it was a lovely time nonetheless.” He stopped and fished into his robe, drawing out a black, plastic card which he hurled to Bantur. “Oh, and here. I used your card.”

“My-- Sashur, how much did you spend?” Bantur’s ears swiveled back. 

Sashur was halfway out the door, when the pregnant djinn was on his hooves. 

“Sashur,” roared Bantur. “I asked you a question.”

But, the other djinn had dashed into the hall, his hoofbeats clomping on the carpet.

“Sashur!” screamed Bantur. He rushed across the room with a speed that belied his gravid frame. “Sashur, get back here! I’ll kill you if you spent all my money.”

The rapid clomp of hooves sounded over the piping of the flutes which filled the halls of Blackheart Breeders. 

“Come on, brother, it was only a joke,” Sashur called over his shoulder. 

Behind him, he heard Bantur screech, “A joke? I’ll show you a joke, brother.” His hand cupped his massive belly. “Ugh, I’m going to go into labor chasing you.”

“Serves you right,” Sashur laughed. “Ammah’s going to be mine and you’ll just have to accept it.”

Bantur stumbled to a stop. Bracing himself against the wall, he panted, his belly heaving between his thighs as he leaned over. “Okay, Sashur,” he gasped. “You win. Ammah can be yours.” He shook his head with a grin, seeing his brother’s smiling face disappear down the hall. “But, just because Ammah has a mate, does not mean that he can’t have a mistress.”

