4 comments/ 9030 views/ 11 favorites Allahdeen By: Lost Boy All characters are eighteen or older. Please vote and comment to tell me if you like, thanks! This is an older piece that I fleshed out as a one shot deal. I hope you enjoy. Allahdeen: She was a thief and stole to survive in her unforgiving country. It was the only way to put food on the table and keep the tax collectors at bay. It could have been anyplace in the world but it wasn't, it was the city of mystery and magic, it was Baghdad. She had no illusions, our thief, no life was very real and death a harsh specter to keep at bay. She was an ugly woman in a land where beauty was the exception not the rule. Her stringy black hair hung to her lower back and her crooked teeth spoiled her smile (which she did rarely these days) her spotted skin was a roadmap of cuts and bruises from her many narrow escapes. She was a very good thief, she still possessed both hands and that said much in the great city of Baghdad. As we look in on our good thief we see her squatting silently on the tiled roof of a rich merchant's home. She is wrapped in dark clothing, her hair bound up hidden under a turban. She is just another shadow among many on this moonless night. But the hand of destiny is about to change for her. Tonight the cosmos had tipped in her balance. She listened and heard not a sound; she lowered herself silently to the ground and immediately blended with the other shadows and looked into the rich man's house. She glided into the open door and looked about the darkened room; there was subtle movement but no sound. Our ugly little thief crouches trying to see to the far end of the room which is nearly pitch black but there is still the suggestion of movement so on shadow's feet she moves in a little closer to the disturbance. The abomination moving at the far end of the room was never human and its basic resemblance to humanity made it even more disturbing to look upon. She thanked Allah that she could only make out its barest outline, even that was pushing her sanity to the edge. She watched to see what it was doing and much to her everlasting delight it was robbing the merchant. This 'thing' had already collected quite a bit of treasure and had it neatly secured in canvas bags in the middle of the room. It had it's back turned and therefore the unholy abomination now became the victim of a fearless thief. She picked the smallest bag that also happened to be closest to her. She tested its weight and moved slowly yet deliberately towards the exit. She thanked Allah that nothing in the bag clanked against anything else. And so the demon never knew until much later of the missing bag. Our thief got to the outer wall of the merchant's estate and tossed the bag over the wall it made a satisfying clunk on the far side. Soon the thief rejoined her newly found wealth and was moving to the ruin that she called home. She avoided the Sultan's night patrol easily and arrived home with her booty intact. She poured herself a glass of the best wine she had, the near vinegar tasted like the finest vintage that night. She covered the windows with rags that served as curtains and only then did she light an oil lamp so she could peruse her ill-gotten gain. She opened the bag and reached in and pulled out a silver plate. It was gloriously crafted and etched with those strange characters that people who could read called writing. However, unknown to our thief the writing was in fact ancient and hardly spoken even in this corner of civilization. It was the tongue of the Jinn; those poor creatures imprisoned by Suleiman in centuries gone by. She set the plate down and reached in again and came away with a scroll tube. A look of distaste was now etched on her features. She was seeing a pattern to this treasure, for surely as she raised the plate and compared the markings on the tube to it the writing was similar, they shared certain characters but mostly they were disparate. Over and over again she reached in and pulled out various artifacts all marked with the strange writing and wondered now what the creature might want with these things. On the up side a majority of the items were made of obvious valuable material and that she could sell to one of her many contacts in the city market. She set out the items she would sell and distribute them evenly among these rogue merchants so that the goods could not be traced to just one person. When she was done a handful of trinkets remained these she would hold onto for lean times. She slept until two hours after dawn and then wrapped as a beggar, her face well hidden she made her trips into the marketplace. Here she sold her dubious goods and knew before the third visit that she would be eating well for a very long time. Then she visited the guild and paid her dues; no one plied their trade in the city without paying a portion to the guild, well not anyone who wanted to survive long enough to see a moon's cycle that is. And in very lean times she could stay at the guild house for a short time to ride out the worst of seasons. Survival was the only law she respected and yes she grudgingly handed over her money but knew it was a wise investment. The current guild leader, a scar faced man named Akhmed offered her a drink and shared the local gossip with her, she was immediately cautious. The guild leader didn't simply buy a nobody like her a drink. "I have heard that a wealthy merchant surprised a thief last night and there was very little indeed of the poor soul for his bride to recognize. He was torn into little pieces. You wouldn't know how that could have happened shadow-blossom?" That wasn't a request but a demand for information so that he could tip off the Captain of the Sultan's guard. She cleared her throat and spoke haltingly and told him of the demon she had seen ransacking the house for valuables. When she finished he was smiling, indeed he was on the verge of laughing. "You are telling me little thief that you stole from a demon who was in turn stealing from the Great Merchant Prince himself?" She nodded and suddenly the impact of her deeds came to light. She had judged her position all wrong, her target had been a wealthy man yes, but even she did not have the audacity to steal from him. And now the Great Merchant Prince was dead. Her mouth worked but no words came out. "By the great horned one himself you are a masterful thief?" He refilled her glass as she tried to collect herself. "And whoever conjured this demon will be most unhappy with you. I would lay low for a long time. I have bought you these drinks because our doors are closed to you from this day on. You may steal to your heart's content, because most assuredly your life will be short from now on. Drink up for your life is worthless now." He patted her gently on the back and drank to her health, it was the least he could do. An hour later she was sitting in her ruins sipping from an expensive bottle of wine. She had dodged the grasp of death on so many occasions that it seemed almost unfair to have been 'chosen' now that her money situation was so well improved. She cursed her luck and many obscenities flew from her mouth before the wine worked its magic and lulled her into a drunken stupor. She awoke to the cockcrow and the pounding in her head was the work of the wine demons that tormented her until she ate and drank enough water to appease them. She had decided before she passed out that she would leave the city and at least become a moving target for this faceless magician. She gathered the remaining treasure into the canvas bag and decided on one last trip into the city for supplies and new clothes. Then she would leave the city of her birth forever. She placed all of her goods into the bag and then she went to a part of the market she had never visited before. Here the garment makers dwelt and here for the first and probably last time she would buy new clothes not castoffs from the dead and her victims. She picked out fine but serviceable clothing for her trip into the desert. She bathed in a private bath house loving the feel of the clean water on her skin before putting on her new garb and placed the old in the bag, just in case. She stole a horse and left the city in style. It was called the Oasis of Sharadrim and the desert folk dwelt here in peace. Here our thief took out the scroll tube and driven by boredom broke the wax seal and drew out the ancient parchment from within. She unrolled it and found it was a map, but blast it all the geographic references were marked with those strange symbols like those over all the rest of this cursed treasure. "The fates must hate me!" She rumbled and heard the sliding sound of measured footsteps on the sand behind her. "Perhaps young woman the fates are kinder than you know, may I see that parchment you hold?" The thief turned and saw a man as old as the paper she now held maybe even older she mused. Indeed he seemed to share some of the qualities of the antique document; his skin was brown and dried by countless years in the desert and his face was etched like the lines forming mesas and canyons. She rose to her feet and handed it to him, it was worthless to her as it was. He held it up to the firelight and pointed excitedly to the gibberish and oohed and ahhed over every little thing. "Would that I was but ten years younger I would offer to accompany you on your journey. But Allah has seen fit for this to come to my hands now, now that I am old, too old." He grew quiet but still held the map in his trembling hands. "What does it say Ancient One?" She was reverent to any being who had survived this long. His expression was one of delightful shock. He nodded to himself and reread the squiggly gibberish one more time and told a tale as was the custom of the times. He marked the landmarks in his tale and pointed them out to the young woman as he passed on the vital information. At the last marker he told her what awaited her according to legend of course. Her expression was unreadable as the enormity of this whole adventure hit her. She retrieved the scroll case and gave it the old man. She returned to her fire and contemplated this journey now thrust upon her. She had to go, didn't she? The five markers she played back in her mind and heard the old man's voice over and over until it was unforgettable. She piled fuel onto her fire and then lay down to sleep. Chilled the young thief awoke as dawn broke over the land and she gathered her belongings and headed for the first marker. A pouch containing fresh fruit and bread was placed near her tethered steed; obviously the old man wished her well in his own way. She mounted her horse and left the oasis with the feeling that the hand of fate was guiding her towards some unknown destiny. Five days and five markers and the eerie feeling of some unseen force grew as she neared her destination. The final marker pointed the way to the cave entrance set in the floor of a box canyon. Standing on the edge of black abyss without a single coil of rope the little thief looked down without hope and a shadow of despair started to form. She started to curse at the open air. "I am here beyond doubt and for the lack of rope I stand defeated." And then the obscenities started to fly. She sat at the edge and stared unbelieving that she was finished before she really started. It was only after a while sitting there that her eyes adjusted to the gloom of the pit that she saw the possible hand holds. Death hunted her in the form of the dreaded sorcerer who had summoned the demon whom she had robbed and even now must be hunting her. Fear was useless at this point, really a moot point. She looked through her bag to see if anything there looked useful once she reached the cave floor. Only a silver disk on a platinum chain seemed to jump out at her. So she took this as a good luck charm and slipped it around her neck. The thief lowered herself and found her first foothold and then another and then a handhold. And so she went for a short while until the section she was climbing ended abruptly. A rock fall sometime in the past robbed her of anywhere to go and so she was forced to backtrack. But as she shifted her weight to reverse her course there came a sickening sound a cracking splitting sound the stone supporting her gave way of a sudden. She was floating in the darkness until the ground rushed up to meet her but death did not come. She bounced as she finished her fall and the yielding surface caught her once more. She lay there in the darkness wondering at the lack of pain and death for a long moment. Then the surface moved upwards and it vibrated as a voice broke the silence. "Welcome to the cave of wonders." As her eyes adjusted to the near darkness she saw where she was sitting and she bit back the scream of fear. The giant's body rose up and she slid to the cave floor looking up and up as the Jinn rose to a sitting position. "Are you mute or simply rude?" The Jinn asked looking at his tiny visitor. "I am overwhelmed with your august presence great lord." Her nasally voice answered the deep bass of the creature before her. "Well-mannered for a trespasser," the volume of his voice nearly deafening, "who comes to my domain?" "I am a humble thief eminent one. My name is Allahdeen." A great rumble of contemplation as the Jinn decided what to do with his 'guest'. "Who are you oh splendid person?" A rolling laugh filled the cave as the Jinn nearly laughed himself silly. "Why humorous one I am the Green Jinn. If the light were better that would be obvious." Then radiance filled the area and the emerald skin of the Genie was revealed. She looked at the enormous creature, he was handsome despite his skin coloration beautiful upswept almond shaped eyes with a long raven mane, a sculpted physique and an erection that was as tall as she was. He was huge! He looked down seeing where her eyes were riveted. "Sorry, I just woke up," the Green Jinn boomed. Allahdeen lowered her eyes and boldly continued with her questions. "Don't Genies grant wishes," she asked and another rolling thunderous laugh and the Jinn wiped a tear from his eye. "We do what we feel like doing. However I propose an agreement, I will grant you three wishes if you perform three favors in turn. What do you say?" "What kind of favors?" The Green Jinn raised an eyebrow and spoke simply. "I wish to be rid of this cave, I want to get out and I need your help since you are of Suleiman's race." Shrewd as her life has made her Allahdeen weighed the danger of letting such a force loose on the world. A sick part of her welcomed the chance to effect so many people but at what cost? "If you grant my first wish now then I agree." The Green Jinn nodded at the greedy human. "Very well my dear, but first to command me you must rub my lamp." She looked around at the riches piled up against the walls. She started off towards the nearest wall. "Where are you going?" Allahdeen stopped in her tracks and looked back at the Genie. He pointed down at his massive erection. Understanding was evident on her features and she walked to stand under the shadow of his manhood. She beckoned with a finger. "You are going to have to come down here oh rigid one." The Green Jinn sat on the cave floor so the little thief could reach. She had a deft touch that was sure; she ran her hands along his length and watched it stiffen even further. Allahdeen stood to the side to avoid any backwash if it should happen; it was quite possible she could drown if the genie climaxed. The jinn wiggled his toes and literally purred. The more she stroked the smaller the genie became; the faster she rubbed the faster his size reduced. Until at last he stood before her the height of a man; and now one hand was enough to encompass his manhood and still she rubbed on enjoying the pleasure she was giving. His color darkened and his breath came in ragged gasps. "What is your first wish my Mistress?" The contentment was clear by the expression on his face. She didn't need to think it over at all. "I want to be a beautiful courtesan and skilled in all the ways they are." The genie murmured a bit. "What is it?" The genie pondered something for a moment and then spoke. "Well Mistress first of all you must word your desire properly and second beauty is fine and good for the young." Alladheen saw the wisdom of the Green Jinn's words; she paused for a long moment and then spoke again. "I wish that I were beautiful as a courtesan and skilled as the finest in the entire world, forever." The last word hung in the air and the genie only nodded. "So it is spoken so shall it be." The ominous tone of his voice cut through her as titanic forces began coursing through her body. Her skin and bones and muscles all felt like they were on fire. She screamed as the change took hold, she blacked out as the pain lanced through her being. She regained consciousness cradled in the Jinn's powerful arms. "You are as perfect as I can make you gentle Mistress." He conjured water and held it in the air so she could see her reflection. She didn't recognize herself; it was another person staring back at her. Her skin was flawless smooth with no sign of the uncounted scars anymore. Her eyes were now a deep violet and like his were now almond shaped and upswept. Her vision was on par with some bird of prey, the edging darkness held no secrets to her gaze. Her whole body was perfectly formed both in shape and strength. But the more subtle changes became manifest as her newly acquired intellect and wisdom made themselves known. When she squinted she noticed the iris of her eyes became thin slits like a cat's how simply marvelous! Her body was much more curvaceous than before with larger yet firmer breasts with sensitive nipples the color of snow that hardened even as she pondered making love to the handsome Jinn. Her hair was now amazingly long and shone with a health and color that took her breath away. She turned and looked over her shoulder seeing that her rear that had been so flat and dull was now well rounded and delightfully firm. Her legs were long and kept their athletic quality but were so gorgeously shaped and even her feet were lovely with flawlessly manicured nails. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and then suddenly realized she could also hear the Jinn's heartbeat as well! She closed her eyes and reached out with her newfound ability and heard nothing save the two of them in the Cave of Wonders. Alladheen let out a short whistle of surprise and was rewarded with a brand new sensation; she could actually hear the sound bounce off the walls and her entire body acted like a net catching the whistle and making a picture in her mind. This cave was massive! She began whistling in one direction and then the next and so on until she had covered the four compass points. Alladheen looked over at the Green Jinn and smiled brilliantly. "What is your first task?" She asked looking from time to time at the wall of water still unused to the drastic changes that had occurred. He gently cradled her chin in his hand as his lips met hers and it was as if lightning had struck her; the pleasure was unlike any she had ever felt before. She was not a virgin but the only men she had shared a bed with were as ugly as she had been and had left a deep bitterness in her. But that was gone now for in that kiss her whole body awoke to a hunger so long denied. The kiss deepened and she nearly swooned in the Jinn's powerful arms. After a timeless moment her servant broke the kiss and leaned forward and whispered in her ear and she moaned in response giving him all the freedom he desired to pleasure them both. His lips planted butterfly kisses on her neck as his hands performed arcane gestures and her clothes simply faded away to nothing. The Jinn moved behind her now kissing the side of her neck and cupping her perfect breasts. Her skin was like alabaster and her nipples were puffy with pale areoles. Alladheen caught her reflection in the water and slowly made the connection with her new form but was distracted by the pleasure flooding her body. Alladheen kept eye contact with her watery double as her emerald skin lover pleasured her. Allahdeen Her moans urged the Jinn on and little did she know that her lover had been trapped here for centuries without any company and before his incarceration he had no intimate company for thousands of years! The Jinn's hungry hands roamed over her body as he thrust his hardness between her legs and beneath her sex teasing them both. She had never had an experienced lover before and was delighting in every subtle sensation that coursed through her body. Alladheen could hear his breath in her ear and it was coming in deeper and more ragged gasps. His desire to tease her was being overwhelmed by his hunger to plunge into her depths and take the delight she would give him eagerly. Her body responded to her own hunger to be pierced to the core and so the next time he pulled back and began moving forward she adjusted her hips and with dual moan the Jinn was buried in Alladheen's fiery depths. "Oh Mistress it has been so long!" "Take me to heaven Great Jinn!" The Jinn's hands settled onto her hips and she bent over and grabbed her ankles while the long thick member pierced her to her core. He moved slowly wanting to savor every second of pleasure with his Mistress. Hungry for him Alladheen began to rock backward when he moved forward impaling herself just a bit further and sending delicious shockwaves through her and the Jinn. She had always been a very enthusiastic lover and on more than one occasion been told to be a bit quieter but on this day nothing would keep her from letting the entire world know how much pleasure she was receiving. "Oh yes lover drive your hardness into me! Faster!! Harder please!!" The Jinn was very accustomed to taking orders and these were instructions he was glad to follow to the letter. He thrust his hips forward as hard and fast as he could nearly knocking her off her feet at one point but she recovered nicely. Alladheen was panting and moaning as her climax got closer and closer; she drove her hips backward as hard as she could. With suddenness that surprised them both Alladheen's orgasm snuck up on her and crashed over her with spine tingling force. Her wordless scream echoed off the cave's walls and the reverberations seemed to last forever. The Jinn pulled his member out and got Alladheen on her hands and knees before him then slid into her slowly and moaned softly 'mmm so tight'. Then once again he was taking his pleasure from her body but moving slowly this time each stroke a blissful agony. Once Alladheen had recovered she lowered her head and lifted her ass to him for deeper penetration and made little grunting sounds now as he slowly pierced her to her core. Inspired by her new found skills Alladheen began to squeeze her muscles around him massaging him as he made love to her. With a gasp of surprise the Jinn began to thrust into her a bit faster now. Now they were grunting in time with one another as his climax got closer and closer. Her internal muscles were intent on milking him of every drop of his precious cum. She could feel his cock swell inside of her and she begged for him to fill her up but as his climax came crashing down upon him he pulled out and painted her back and ass. Surprised and a little angry Alladheen cried out over her shoulder. "Why did you do that Great Jinn why did you not give me your wondrous seed?" "Alas Allah has forbid the joining of our races and I cannot go against the will of my creator I am truly sorry for I would loved to have shared that sacred part of me," whispered the Jinn. "Why is it forbidden," She asked moving into a sitting position facing him. "Long ago before the Great Flood there was a comingling of our races and a new species arose. They were wise and powerful and founded a great island nation. But unlike either of their parent races they had no love of the divine only the thirst for knowledge; that became their god. For many centuries they sought out the great and hidden things in our world and of the universe and they learned too much. They learned of great evils sealed away for all time and they made bargains with these dark ones in exchange for summoning them onto the earthly plane for a time; time enough to mate with them. The children of this union became the Dark Djinn or as you know from your personal experience demons. These immortal hybrids carried the legacy of three great races for this was a time before the fall of mankind into darkness and ignorance it was the time of Suleiman. It was he who went to the great mountain and spoke with the creator and learned the old magic the magic of names. The creator taught him the names of all the great and lesser spirits and further how to compel a spirit into revealing its name so it could be bound. When he returned he confronted the Dark Djinn and bound them to his service and forced them to build the city of Iram of the Many Pillars. Unknown to Great Suleiman the region that Iram was built upon was directly above the Nameless City; the resting place of a great and powerful evil. When that evil was awoken by the habitation of Iram and there came a slow corruption of its inhabitants Suleiman boiled with righteous anger and performed a terrible deed. First he caused the evil to once more fall into its dreamless slumber but at the price of the city's loss. Second he not only bound the Dark Djinn but all spirit folk in a terrible curse and caused to be made seven great artifacts that would allow 'anyone' to bind a spirit no matter how powerful as long as they knew their name; these items were given to the seven most wise of his magi. Last and most terrible he had seven scrolls written with all our names upon it and gave them to those seven magi and sent them to the seven corners of the world so that we could never know a day of peace ever again. Those artifacts have caused us nothing but pain and it was one of those very 'things' that bound me here in the cave of wonders for all eternity." Alladheen sat in silence long assimilating the Green Jinn's tale of woe and sorrow. The Jinn watched her intently as he saw her mind work over all that he had shared something he had never told outside his own race ever. But there was something about this thief something deep down a fearlessness and nobility beyond her years and her station. Her new face and form were that of Lost Atlantis but he did not share that with her, not yet at least. Unless she asked directly he would keep that secret with him for only someone as powerful as they could possibly free him of his curse. He was gambling much but what had he to lose at this point in the game? Suddenly she lifted her head and stared deeply into his eyes and she smiled. "Great One this new body of mine is beyond what I could ever have imagined why so generous a gift for a lowly thief such as myself," she asked of him her voice like liquid silver. "It has been many centuries since I have had the pleasure of a beautiful woman and I wished to enjoy the flesh of the best my magic could conjure," he replied with a half truth. "I can see the wisdom of that but beyond the beauty this form affords these new senses are so much more..." she began but he cut her off. "The better for your pleasure as well I am not a greedy cur to be concerned with only my own desires," he told her. She rose and walked towards him her hips moving in sensuous motion, her breasts swaying with the rhythm of her steps and her eyes blazing with hunger. When she was close enough she molded her body to his and her hand snaked between them capturing him in her grasp. "Can you teach ME magic Great One," she asked slowly stroking his 'lamp'. "Not directly," he moaned trapped in the pleasure she was giving him. "Mmm can you teach me indirectly," she purred in his ear pressing her breasts against him roughly. "Mmmmyesss," the Jinn moaned completely lost in his lust for this woman. "Then..." she said giving his 'lamp' a good firm squeeze as she continued stroking him off, "...I wish you could indirectly teach me all there is to know about magic." "So it is spoken so it shall be," the Jinn muttered in a deep guttural finality. There came a clap of thunder suddenly and without any warning and following the one pure note the blistering scarlet lightning that rained down from the cave's opening. Alladhen was caught up in a bloody vortex and lifted from the ground slowly at first then faster and higher until with a second perfect tone the air opened and she disappeared. The Green Jinn whistled as he waited he was very good at waiting. One Century Later... The Jinn was awoken by the sound of thunder and then the air was once more filled with scarlet lightning and then the air split open and spat out a humanoid figure which was caught up by a swirling vortex who set her down slowly and gently to the ground. With a second clap of thunder the wish was fulfilled and Alladheen rose to her feet now garbed in silk of blackest night and eyes bright with understanding. "How long," she moaned. "Here or... there," the Green Jinn asked her. "Here," she said licking her lips. "A mere century but there oh there it has been much longer much longer indeed," the Jinn told her. "I see," Alladheen said and then with a gesture and a single word conjured for herself a silver chalice brimming with pure clean water. She drank greedily until the vessel was dry and filled it three more times before her thirst was slacked. She tossed the goblet away and it vanished like so much smoke. "Impressive Mistress," the Jinn said observing the natural way she wove her magic. "You have been a very dutiful student." "Yes but still there is more to learn," she said in a whisper. "Tell me the tale please," the Jinn asked of her. "It was terrifying and so... alien," she began. "I first had to learn how to properly perceive that strange vista so far from here. The beings there were terrible to look upon at first. Wise and ancient beyond the scope of time itself and they took me in the way a mother adopts some street orphan. But they showed me something akin to family as they taught me. Upon my arrival they knew why I was there and how I got there and never a hint of jealousy or greed when it came to the knowledge they possessed. But like a child being born I had to learn how to see, to speak, to crawl and then to walk. It took a century just to perceive their realm so that the madness went away. It took five centuries to learn how to speak their language for it is far more complex than that of humanity. I dedicated an entire millennium to be able to crawl and walk without aid. Then I learned how to read! They have an alphabet that numbers over ten thousand characters and of such complexity I nearly gave up several times before my tutors gave me hope and told me I could do it. How much time it took I lost track in the Library. But once its complexity was known to me the secrets began to flow into me. Tomes and scrolls and sacred texts all were available to me and my entire mind consumed with a voracious hunger nearly as great as my hunger to return to you. There are one hundred circles of adepts that can be passed through there; each circle twice as hard as the last and requiring a test or show of strength. The first circles were easy enough but as I rose through the ranks my will became harder and harder until at the last it became as clear and brilliant as a flawless diamond. It had to be and when the last circle was pierced they offered me a place of honor there but I knew there was still more to be known and so they returned me...here." "What is that fine ring on your finger Alladheen," the Jinn asked. "Why Great One that is the symbol of my rank as Mistress of the Last Circle," she said proudly. "A fine achievement Mistress," he said lowering his head. "I hate to even ask..." she began but the emerald skinned Jinn shook his head and offered her an upturned fist. "What is this," she asked. "The rest of your wish to be fulfilled," he said opening his hand revealing a perfect stone of deepest violet. "That stone is of Atlantean origin is it not," she purred. "Indeed it is and it contains the knowledge you seek," he told her even as she reached out to take it from his hand. "Gorgeous," she marveled as she turned it this way and that seeing the alien cut of the artificial stone. "Entire libraries must be stored within but that can wait... what is your second task?" He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Are you sure that is what you desire," she asked playfully. He only nodded his smile growing by the second. Without another word she dropped to her knees and took his hardened flesh in her hand and slowly lowered her mouth to it. But before her lips ever touched his flesh she breathed on him sending tingles of pleasure through him and as he shivered from that pleasure a new one gripped him almost immediately as her lips wrapped around the tip and her tongue swirled over the sensitive skin. The Jinn let out a low guttural growl and watched intently as Alladheen applied her courtesan skills upon his jutting flesh. Inch by inch his sex disappeared between her lips and soon her head was moving forward and back as she showed off her talent for fellatio. Unable to resist anymore he reached down and took two sizable handfuls of her raven locks and began rocking his hips forward and back fucking her talented throat and she showed no signs of gagging in the least. Her tongue continued to tease and please him as he forcefully began to thrust now his pleasure rising by the moment and a powerful climax on the horizon. Sensing his quickly approaching orgasm Alladheen shifted her position and trapped his cock between her breasts and flickers her tongue over the sensitive head when it poked out. "Oh you naughty girl you," the Jinn moaned. "All the better to please you my dear," she replied suckling the head now when it popped out. "I want to feel you wrapped around me before the day is done..." the Jinn begged. "Did you really think I would deny you the pleasure of my body, silly Jinn," she said smiling brilliantly. With that understanding he no longer fought his climax and thrust harder between her breasts panting and moaning louder and louder. She urged him on with word and deed driving him headlong into a body shaking ear splitting orgasm. Stroke followed stroke until finally he could stand it no more and let loose a torrent of his precious cum pasting her tits, throat and face with it. She lowered her mouth to the head of his still hard cock and sucked what little was left from it. Then she proceeded to lick her fingers, breasts and wherever else she could reach until no drop remained unclaimed. "That was amazing," he exclaimed. "No," she said standing quickly and sweeping his feet out from underneath him and even as he hit the ground she was impaling herself on his rigid sex. "This is going to be amazing." Gravity and momentum did all the work as the fall drove him deep into her and they both cried out, he from surprise and she from the sheer pleasure of being filled up in such a way. Then without his by your leave she began to move lifting and dropping impaling herself over and over again. Once recovered and understanding his new situation he began to thrust upwards driving his cock as deep and hard as he could into her meeting her downward motion halfway. His hands settled onto her well rounded ass and got a nice firm grip and used that to make his thrusts all the more effective. "YES! Drive that wonderful cock of yours into me," she growled her hunger evident. "I didn't expect that little move of yours but glad you used it," he said even as his groans began to take away his ability to speak. Alladheen drove her hips down harder now loving the feel as he filled her to capacity again and again. The sound of their love play echoed off the walls as her screams and his moans got louder still. Taking control again she broke his grip on her ass forced his legs to the floor and then rotated her body while still impaled so that now she was facing away from him. She used his legs for leverage and began bouncing up and down on him as fast as she could and drove her hips down onto him as hard as possible. "Oh yes Alladheen make love to me," the Jinn moaned to her caught in the rapture of her womanhood. "I will make you beg to fill me when all is said and done Great One," she moaned. "I must deny you as long as I can," he replied knowing he would lose this battle. "Deny me you may try but I have dreamt of this day for many centuries lover," she shared. "In my long loneliness I thought of only you and how much pleasure you have given me and knowing that once freed you will never want to see me again. I need something to remind me of you..." "You have missed me as much as I have you but the law forbids it..." he stopped before he could finish. "Say it," she howled as her body moved over his. "Finish that thought... please!" "Beloved..." and even as the word slipped from his lips Alladheen was gripped in the throes of a very powerful orgasm. As she was still reeling from her climax the Jinn took control of the situation and shifting positions positioned her on her hands and knees and began to thrust into her in quick hard jabs of his powerful hips. "There is one way the law allows me to spill my seed inside of you," the Jinn said smiling wide again. "How," she asked eager to know. "Well," he moaned as he eased a slick finger between her ass cheeks. "You don't mean to..." she was cut off as his finger did in fact violate her ass. "...oh my." "I leave the choice to you," he said even as he began to move his finger in time with the thrusts of his hips sending interesting signals to Alladheen. "Oh..." she bit her lip and lowered her head and her body betrayed her as her hips moved backward driving the finger deeper still. "You appear to find my proposal appealing," the Jinn growled and introduced a second finger to the first. "OH..." Alladheen moaned louder still and rocked back harder driving the two as deep as they could go. "Soon you will be ready for my cock to pierce virgin depths only fingers have plumbed." "Oh I think I am ready now," she growled. "But move slowly this is my first time after all." For all her changes Alladheen was still at her core the young thief who had fled Bagdad in fear of her life and even as the Green Jinn pulled both fingers and member from her she knew that once she left the Cave of Wonders she had a deadly foe to face. The icy grip of fear enfolded her heart but only for a moment as the deliciously naughty sensation of her lover's cock began slowly pushing its way into her virginal ass. "NNNNNN YES," she cried out as the head of his sex popped into her tighter hole. "Slowly does it." With a quiet grunt of satisfaction the Jinn slowly pushed his hips forward impaling her with his long thick cock. As Alladheen began to moan and whimper in pleasure his grunts became more determined as he finally pierced her to the core. He looked down seeing his emerald flesh surrounded by her milky white and with a nod from his Mistress he began to move in and out of her. "UNNNNN I have never felt such pleasure lover," Alladheen moaned to him. "So very tight my Mistress... feels so good!" "You will spill your seed inside of me this night!" she purred. "Yes and with great pleasure I will," he groaned as she began to thrust her hips backward as he rammed his forward. The pleasure her tighter hole was giving him was pushing him faster and faster towards a perfect climax. He would not have to pull out he could ram his hips into her until... "I'm coming!" She cried out as the swelling of his member pushed her over the edge and her body shook as he prepared to fill her with his seed. His body took over as he began to ram into her as hard and fast as he could and after barely a minute he pulled back and with one mighty thrust his cock was buried deep painting her insides with his precious fluids. Allahdeen "YESSSSS," Alladheen cried out as she felt him fill her up at last. Afterwards the pair lay in a bed of pillows and cuddled holding each other close. They closed their eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep. When the Green Jinn awoke he was alone but heard her voice echoing off the cave walls and he followed the sound to one of the side chambers. There she was engulfed in a sphere of summoned water. The liquid moved around her body in currents of cyclical tides that caressed her body like the arms of some great sea creature. The Jinn watched as she washed their love from her body, hair and face. "Oh you are awake," she purred. "Yes, that is a clever trick," he replied. "It serves its purpose," she said as she washed her hair. "How are you doing," the Jinn asked. "Your body language is screaming tension." Suddenly her arms fell to her sides and she lowered her head. Then with an arcane gesture she dismissed the sphere of water. Allahdeen stood there dripping wet a puddle of water forming below her. She turned to face the Jinn and even though most of her face was obscured by her hair he could see that singular emotion etched there, fear. "I am so afraid," she said her lip trembling. "I still remember the demon. I can still see that hideous outline in the dark. I don't know if I am strong enough to face something like that." "You don't have to face it alone," he said. "Yes I do, my fate has been woven into this moment," she said. She took a deep breath before she spoke next. "I wish you were free of the Cave of Wonders." "Wait Allahdeen, wait," he said. "You heard me; I wish that you were free." The words struck the Jinn like tempered steel. He felt the constraints that had held him for so long slowly fall away. His freedom enfolded him like a lover and he could not resist after so many millennia of slavery. He was drawn inexorably upward away from his prison and the woman he loved. "Goodbye my love," she said as he vanished before her eyes. Epilogue: The bell above the shop's door rang as the door opened. The young man entered the shop and looked around his eyes wide with wonder. There were relics and antiques from all over the world. He had his master's degree in art history and he was utterly amazed that many of these relics weren't sitting in a museum somewhere. The plain exterior camouflaged this place perfectly. "Hello," he called out. "Hi," the shop keep replied from the rear. "Look around and see if anything catches your eye." "It all does, I am a student of art history," he said. "Ooh, then perhaps there is something special you might be looking for," she said as she walked up to the front of the store. "I am overwhelmed," he said. "That happens a lot," she said. "Gorgeous," he said when she came into view. "Sorry, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." "You are too kind," she said blushing. "Is there something I can show you?" "I wouldn't know where to begin, something esoteric perhaps?" "I have just the thing," she said. "Follow me." "To the ends of the earth," he replied. She took him to the Western side of the building and a pair of objects in a glass box. She picked up the box and handed it to him. The young man looked at the skull and the leather bound book with a mix of horror and delight. "Are they authentic," he asked and she nodded. "What is their history?" "The skull belonged to a practioner of the black arts and the book is bound in demon skin, or so the story goes." "How much," he said instantly drawn to the items. "For you," she said tracing her finger over his chest. "One thousand American dollars and one date." "I accept," he said looking her over now that she was so close. "The more I see of you the better I like the idea of a date." "You won't be disappointed. Oh, just so you know, I do bite." "What do I call such a gorgeous slice of heaven?" "My friends call me Allahdeen," she said purring in his ear.