14 comments/ 83324 views/ 133 favorites The Perfect Species By: mythtrav16 "There they are." The middle-aged manager said, gesturing to the cutting tools on the desk across the room. "Thanks." Kurt responded with a smile. "If there's anything else you need, just ask one of the girls and they'll help you out." The manager said as he left the large workshop to go about his own business, closing the door behind him. When he was gone, Kurt turned to where the man had been standing and chuckled to himself. The manager's friendliness had been both unexpected and refreshing. He didn't know why he'd been so nervous about coming to the Wellesville Jewellers' to do some work. No, that wasn't true. He DID know why he was nervous, but it was a silly, silly reason. Nearly two years of working as an apprentice jeweller under old man Adler had taken their toll on Kurt Foley. Adler came from that generation that believed young people were lumps of metal that needed to be beaten into the right shape. In Adler's case, that meant constant berating of Kurt and everything he did. Kurt often wondered if the way his employer treated him was even legal these days. It only took a month of working for the cantankerous old bastard to make Kurt seriously re-evaluate his choice of career. As it was, Kurt felt like he was on the brink of quitting, but he certainly would have quit long ago if the pay hadn't been so reasonable. Kurt sat down and placed the fist-sized jewellery box he'd bought with him on the desk. He opened it to reveal the exquisite gem Mrs.Deveraux had bought in to Adler's Jewellery four days ago. It was a diamond about three-quarters of an inch in diameter. On first glance the gem appeared to be perfectly spherical, but it's shape was actually made by thousands of tiny cuts. Kurt had never seen such workmanship. It almost seemed a shame to honour Mrs.Deveraux's request to cut the gem down, so it could be placed in a brooch. Kurt sighed as he remembered that 'the customer is always right.' As flawless as it seemed Kurt had serious doubts about the gem being a true diamond. When seen under a magnifier, all the light the gem refracted had a peculiar turquoise tinge the likes of which Kurt had never seen before. Even more peculiar was that the cutting tools in Adler's Jewellery couldn't make a dent in the gem. In fact, the tools had been ruined by Kurt's attempts. Of course, old man Adler launched a barrage of abusive criticism at Kurt upon discovering the state of his tools. Adler was adamant that the damage had been caused by ineptness on Kurt's part, no matter how much Kurt insisted that the gem was unusually strong. The old man examined the gem himself, but spoke nothing of his findings. That night, Kurt posted magnified photos of the gem on the jewelers.net website (That's right! Even jewellers have their own forum community!), seeking answers. The responses he received generally agreed that there was something odd about the turquoise tinge and the gem's strength, but nobody could explain these features. Determined to prove the asshole Adler wrong, and clear his name, Kurt made a few phone calls and discovered that the large Jewellery Store in Wellesville possessed extra-strong gem cutting tools. The manager of the store was more than happy to allow Kurt to come over and use their tools. The 140-mile round trip would be worth it if he got to prove Adler wrong. Kurt placed the gem under the desk's magnifier and, with a deep breath, cast all bitter thoughts about the old man from his mind. He needed to concentrate. He scored the surface of the gem with painstaking care, preparing it for his first cut. Then he placed the sharp blade of the nearby jeweller's chisel on the score mark and gave it a strong tap with the mallet. A bright blue flash surged from the diamond, momentarily blinding Kurt. It was accompanied by a sound not unlike that of a gas burner igniting, only much louder. "What the fuck was that?" an edgy Kurt asked himself as he tried to restore his eyesight by blinking repeatedly. When his eyesight did return to normal a few seconds later, the first thing Kurt did was check the diamond. Not only had it been cut, but it had been cut precisely the way Kurt had intended. "Shows what you know, you old bastard!" Kurt chuckled to himself. It was only now that Kurt spied something out of the corner of his eye. He turned slowly to find a young woman standing a few feet to his right. And what a woman! The first thought that came to Kurt's mind was that this was the most gorgeous creature that he had ever seen! She was around five-eleven or six feet tall and looked as if she was in her early twenties. Her slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length hair was jet black, and perfectly framed her beautiful Mediterranean-looking face. Her eyes were as blue as the ocean, each lined by long dark lashes. Her most noticeable feature was her clothing. It could best be described as a skimpy bikini done in the style of a harem-dress. Only her most private regions were hidden from view. Two small triangles of turquoise silk completely covered her nipples, but concealed nothing of the shape of her luscious D-cup breasts. Her captivating mammaries sat firmly on her chest, sat, not hung. There was only the slightest fold at the base of the lovely orbs, and they were clearly given no artificial support by the skimpy bra. Another, larger, triangular piece of turquoise silk covered the lower half of the woman's mons, and tapered into a thin strip that dove between her legs and hid her valley of pleasures from wanton eyes. Behind her, a semi-transparent veil trailed behind her from just above her butt. The entire outfit was held together by nothing more than thin cords of gold. Her legs were long, slender, and looked as if not a single hair had ever grown from their smooth surface. There was not a blemish to be seen on her tanned skin. The extraordinary beauty stood with hands on her hips, staring at Kurt with a friendly smile on her face. She had an air of childlike innocence, but also of confidence and maturity usually only seen in older women. Something in the back of Kurt's mind told him to be polite and greet the woman, but the sight of her perfect, exposed flesh was so distracting, all Kurt could manage to get out was the word "Um…". Although he did manage to get it out about a dozen times, so what his speech lacked in eloquence, it gained in duration. "Greetings, Master." The young woman replied in a velvety voice, as if she'd understood the intended meaning of Kurt's mutterings. She bowed her head, respectfully and then smiled slightly wider, almost as if she'd been waiting her whole life to say those words. "I…I'm sorry… What did you say?" Kurt asked, mystified. "Greetings, Master." The beauty repeated eagerly, as if there was nothing at all odd about the question. Kurt sat with his head in his hand, his mouth hanging wide open as if it were patiently waiting for his brain to ship out it's next sentence. What little of his mind wasn't mentally removing those small pieces of silk from her body was racing for an explanation. The only thing he could think of was that this was some sort of prank. But Kurt didn't have any 'wild' friends, so who would've organised something like this? There must've been some mistake! "Look… I don't work here…" Kurt explained, sheepishly, "…So if this is some kind of gag between the staff here…" The mysterious woman stared at him quizzically, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. Kurt watched the woman, waiting for her to make then next move, but after a while, it became apparent that she was content to just stand there and smile at him. "Excuse me, Mr.Foley…" One of the young receptionist girls announced herself as she opened the door. "I was just wondering if you would like a cup of… Oh!" The timid blonde receptionist became quite flustered upon noticing the strange woman, and her even stranger lack of modesty. "Forgive me… I didn't know that you had company!" The receptionist said, as she stepped back out of the room and closed the door behind her so quickly that poor Kurt didn't have time to say a single word in his own defence. "Oh, Jeez…" a very embarrassed Kurt winced as he buried his face in his hands. "Is something the matter, master?", The mysterious woman asked with concern, "Is there anything I can do for you?" "I'm sorry, but who are you? What are you doing here?" Kurt asked assertively. Despite his frustration, his tone was still polite. In the back of his mind, Kurt hoped that if he minded his manners, he might have a chance with the extraordinary beauty. "I am your devoted servant, master. My name is Marella, and I am here because you set me free." The beauty explained. "What do you mean, I set you free?" Kurt asked. Marella looked surprised by his question. "You broke my magical prison, master and released me. As such I am ever yours to command." "Magical prison… riiiight!" Kurt repeated sarcastically, nodding his head while silently asking the woman with his eyes just how stupid she thought he was. "Yes, master." Marella confirmed, still getting the impression that her master did not understand the situation, for some unknown reason. "This magical prison, which you have broken…" As she spoke the two parts of the diamond that Kurt had cut levitated off the desk and towards Marella. They came to a gentle halt levitating two inches above her outstretched hand. "HOLY SHIT!" Kurt exclaimed in alarm as he fell off his chair. "Are you alright, master?" Marella asked with concern as she took a couple steps towards Kurt, seeming to forget all about the diamond segments and letting them drop to the floor. Kurt felt an unseen force lifting him up from under his arms and buttocks. In a couple of seconds he was standing upright. The pain in his right butt cheek faded away almost instantaneously. "I sense no injuries in you, master." Marella stated as she looked him over. "You should be fine." She smiled. Kurt simply stared at her with his jaw sinking towards his toes. "What are you?" Kurt eventually asked. Marella raised her eyebrows, wondering why her master was still did not understand. "I am your servant, master." "Yes, but what…" Kurt began loudly, but stopped himself realising that if he kept asking the same question, he would keep getting the same answer. By now, he had dispensed with the pleasantries. "Can I still think about sleeping with this… thing, now?" he asked himself. "YES! YES! FUCK, YES!" The surprisingly adamant voice of his libido replied from the back of his mind. After thinking the situation over, Kurt seemed to have found an answer to his own question. An incredible one, maybe, but an answer nonetheless. "Are you a genie?" He asked. It all made sense, at least as much as talking to a genie can make sense. She called him 'master', she had magical powers, she'd been imprisoned and then freed. Even her clothes were like an extremely risque take on what Barbara Eden wore in 'I Dream of Jeannie'. "Gee-nee? What is that, master?" Marella inquired. "You know, a genie? They grant wishes and they…" Kurt folded his arms and blinked, as Jeannie often did in the old sitcom, "You know? And they live in lamps and bottles… But you lived in a diamond, didn't you?" Kurt remembered, shooting down his own theory. Marella seemed quite interested in what Kurt was saying. "I don't know of any gee-nee, master, but I am more than willing to grant your wishes!" She declared happily. "Really?" "Yes, master." "So, what, I get three wishes?" Kurt asked. "I am your servant forevermore, master. I will honour as many wishes as you care to make…" She answered hesitantly, as if she was not sure she understood the question. "Unlimited Wishes!" Kurt thought to himself. With the realisation of this incredible power, a wish that Kurt had secretly held for so long came barrelling through his mind and out his mouth before he even realised what he was saying. "I wish that old man Adler was mute!" Despite his incredible hatred for the old bastard, Kurt could not bring himself to wish the death of another human being. At least this way the angry old jeweller would never again hurt anyone with his barbed words. Marella closed her eyes and for a brief moment Kurt could feel her probing his mind, trying to identify who or what 'Adler' was. Then suddenly her eyes fluttered open and a look of sorrow crossed her face. "This Adler creature is horrible, master!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry master, but I do not posses the power to grant your wish. My magic cannot alter another life-force, or the physical form it inhabits." Marella lamented. "Oh…" Kurt responded, a little surprised. "But I can help you in other ways." Marella assured him, as if trying to atone for her failings, "You keep company with the Adler only because of the wealth he can offer you, yes? I can provide you with wealth, so that you need not suffer the Adler's presence ever again!" Marella smiled proudly as she cupped her hands together. With a flash of blue light they were instantly filled with gems of all types and sizes. Running a quick eye over the precious stones, Kurt estimated that Marella held about five million dollars worth of jewels in her hands. Then he suddenly remembered he was in a jewellery store. "Get rid of those!", He snapped in a hushed voice, "If anyone sees us with those, they'll think we're stealing them!" "I'm sorry, master" Marella apologised, as the pile of gems disappeared in a poof of light blue smoke. "I had no intention of causing a problem for you." A look of sadness crossed the beauty's face. "I know, I know…" Kurt replied in frustration, "I know you didn't mean any harm… I need some time to get a handle on this… whole thing. It's gonna be hard enough trying to explain what you're doing back here if the manager sees you.". Big jewellery stores tended to frown on unexpected guests being in their staff-only areas. Kurt had had to verify that he was indeed a fellow jeweller before they allowed him into their workshop. "Some how, I have to sneak you out of here without anyone else noticing." The young receptionist who had seen Marella could be a problem, but it had been several minutes since she'd walked in on them and no-one had come in since. It seemed likely that the receptionist had decided not to mention what she'd seen to the rest of the staff. Perhaps she had been too embarrassed? "If you would like, master, I can transport myself magically to other places. I can also become invisible and walk past other people without them knowing." Marella offered. "That's handy." Kurt commented. Marella's smile returned to her upon see in her master was pleased. "All right, transport yourself out to my car. It's in the parking lot behind this building. I'll be out as soon as I can…" he commanded. "Car?" Marella responded, with a puzzled look. Kurt was about to give her a concise description of his silver Ford falcon when he suddenly felt Marella probing his mind again. "Oh! You mean your iron carriage! As you please, master." She smiled and bowed her head before disappearing from the room with a bright blue flash, much the same way as she'd first appeared. Kurt let out a deep sigh. He was finally alone again and had a chance think about the situation undisturbed. A sparkle on the floor drew his eyes to the two segments of the magical diamond, that still rested where Marella had dropped them. As he retrieved them he remembered that he had come here to do a job and for a brief moment considered finishing his task. But he quickly decided against it. Diamond cutting was very precise work. There was no way he could give his task the concentration it required with thoughts about his new 'friend' buzzing about his brain. He placed the two pieces of the diamond back in the box from whence they came, did a quick mental check that he had not left anything else of his in the room and then headed for the door. As he marched through the front of the store he informed the manager that he had received a call on his cell about a 'family emergency'. He thanked the manager for his hospitality before walking out the front door. As he made his way around the side of the building, he began to worry that Marella might not have followed his instructions properly. To his relief, he could see her sitting in his car as he entered the parking lot, although she was sitting in the driver's seat. He shook his head as he contemplated the thought of a woman, who didn't know what a car was two minutes ago, driving the 70-mile trip home. As he neared the car, he made a 'scoot over' sign with his hands and Marella seemed to understand. Although instead of awkwardly negotiating the gear stick and handbrake, Marella simply teleported herself into the passenger seat with another blue flash. "I hope that doesn't damage the onboard computer." Kurt thought to himself. He used his key remote to unlock the doors, then briskly opened the door and climbed into the driver's seat. After closing the door more forcefully than usual, Kurt exhaled a deep breath as he silently told himself to calm down. "You appear a little agitated, master." Marella observed, "Is there something I can assist you with?" "No… Thank you, Marella." Kurt replied, distantly. "In that case, would you like me to calm you?" She offered with a kind smile. Kurt had misgivings about what she meant specifically, but it was an appealing offer, nonetheless. "Alright." He agreed. "Very well. If you would just turn towards your door, master…" Kurt did as Marella requested and turned his back to her. The beautiful creature placed her hands on the center of his back and began to tenderly rub it through his shirt. Kurt had never had a back massage before, but he found himself doubting that any human could perform one as good as Marella. It was if she had managed to tap into a node of stress the instant she laid her hands on him, and had drained it all out of his body in just a couple of seconds. As her hands crept up to his shoulders and neck, A warm sense of pleasantness began to radiate throughout Kurt's body. As he ogled her luscious form with his mind's eye, he began to ponder the extent of physical pleasure this creature was capable of bestowing, and let his imagination run wild. "Was that satisfactory, master?" Marella asked as she lifted her hands from his body. "That was amazing!" Kurt blurted, as he turned around. "I could probably achieve a better result if you were to remove your torso garment…" "That won't be necessary." He smiled as he inserted his keys in the ignition and started the engine. As tempted as he was to have Marella's hands rolling over his bare skin (and he was very tempted), he wanted to get Marella somewhere private so he could collect his thoughts. For most of the trip, the car was filled with an awkward silence. At least it was awkward for Kurt, Marella seemed quite content. She only spoke when spoken to, but she seemed incredibly curious. Her gaze bounced to and fro, as she took in every ordinary thing they passed; power lines, traffic lights, a train they passed, even cows grazing in the fields and flocks of birds flying overhead. At first, Kurt found Marella's motions a little distracting, but he began to appreciate her fascination with this modern world when he pondered how long she had been trapped in that diamond. When Kurt questioned her about her imprisonment, her response lead Kurt to believe that she had never set foot on earth before. Every now and then he would ask her questions about herself, trying to deduce what kind of creature she was and where she'd come from. He was none the wiser by the time he'd pulled in to the parking lot outside his small apartment building. The Perfect Species Kurt looked around to make sure that no one was watching and then he commanded Marella to teleport herself into his apartment and wait for him there. "If that is where you are going, too, master, I can save you a trip by transporting us both at the same time." Marella suggested. The idea frightened Kurt a little, but he was more curious than afraid. "Oh, what the hell? Sure!" he nodded. Instantaneously Kurt found himself amongst the familiar surroundings of his own living room. He felt a little disoriented, like that sensation you get when an elevator you're in starts to move, if you don't ride them very often. Marella was standing just off to his right, no further from him now than she had been in the car. "Well… that was quick. Well done, Marella." Kurt complimented. "Thank you, master." She smiled broadly. Marella began to look the apartment over, keenly eyeing the twenty-first century technology, in particular. "So this is your home, master? It's very nice!" She complimented, sincerely. Kurt guffawed as he contemplated how meagre the apartment actually was. He didn't have many 'luxury' possessions as he had been saving to buy his own house, the same reason he was still working for old man Adler. His eyes lit up when he remembered that Marella's powers had offered a way out of this situation. "Marella…" Kurt began in a commanding tone. Marella's gaze shifted attentively to her master. "…I wish for my own house. No! Fuck that! I wish for a mansion! A big fucking mansion!" "A mansion?" Marella responded, looking a bit overwhelmed. "Of course, I will be happy to comply, master. I will have to conjure it a few bricks at a time, though. I should be finished in about four and a half months. Where would you like me to construct it?" She asked, with a blissful smile. "Four Months?" Kurt said, shocked. "Can't you just…", again he mimicked Barbara Eden's trademark magic blinking, "…Boom! Mansion!?" "I'm afraid not, master. I do not possess the great amount of magical energy necessary to conjure an entire mansion at once." "Well, then… What can you conjure?" Kurt asked, trying to gauge the extent of Marella's powers. "Would you care for something to eat?" Marella offered with a friendly smile. "Uh, no, thanks… I'm good." He had picked up some drive-through lunch on his way to the jewellery store. He was puzzled and more than a little disappointed by the weakness of Marella's powers. All the genie movies & shows he'd seen had portrayed creatures like Marella as incredibly powerful; able to grant the most extravagant wishes in the blink of an eye. Sure, Marella was magical, but her powers seemed little more than parlour tricks. She couldn't conjure anything larger than a few bricks? What kind of magical servant was she? Although… she had shown an ability to conjure things of great value, like gems. Kurt realised he could still have his mansion. He would just have to buy it with a lot of old-fashioned moolah, instead of magically wishing it into existence. "Perhaps something to drink?" Marella offered, trying to be helpful. "No thank you, Marella." Kurt politely declined. It was only now that it occurred to him that Marella had not eaten or drunk anything since she was freed from the diamond. "But what about you?", He asked, "Are you hungry?" "Oh yes, master! I am quite hungry!" Marella replied, beaming, as if she was delighted the Kurt cared enough to ask. "Well… Can't you conjure up some food for yourself? Or do you need my permission to do that, or what?" Kurt asked, a little puzzled why a being with Marella's powers would allow herself to go hungry. Marella shook her head gently and chuckled, which surprised Kurt a little. It was the first sign of a sense of humor he'd seen in her. Marella sat down on the nearby couch as she began to explain. "Master, I am of a different nature to your kind. Unlike yourself, I am sustained by the eternal energy of the cosmos. I have no need to ingest and extract chemical energy from physical substances." She gazed up at him affectionately, as if she found his ignorance cute. "So… how can you be hungry if you don't need food?" Kurt asked, confused. "Oh, I can still experience hunger, master." Marella replied, her expression turning serious as she stretched out along the length of the couch. "It is not like hunger for your kind; it is not something I can die from. But I can still feel it. If it were to grow too strong it would become like torture for me." She said. A look of sympathy grew in Kurt's eyes. "I can feel it now…", She continued, "It runs through my entire body." A playful smile grew on Marella's face as she trailed two fingers lazily up and down her shapely, naked thigh. "It's not very strong at the moment, but I still feel it flowing through me, quietly urging me to quench it." "Then why don't you?" Kurt asked, his eyes fixed on the arousing sight of Marella caressing her own lovely legs. "Because I can't, master.", She answered flatly, "Only you can." Kurt was caught off guard by this response, silently asking her "Who, me?" "Yes, master.", Marella nodded, "My hunger is for sexual contact, and only you can quench it." Kurt's jaw almost hit the carpet. His heart rate nearly doubled. Did he hear that right? Marella closed her eyes suddenly and a look of delight flashed across her face. "Your touch in the right places, your kiss, contact with your rod, any of these things would help to soothe my hunger. To have the valley of my sex filled with your rod would quickly satiate my hunger. But to have your seed flow into my body would drive the hunger right out of my body and replace it with a lingering sense of fulfilment that could last for days." Her hand slithered up her leg and her fingers began to trail random patterns across her lower belly and mons. Kurt could feel things becoming confined in his underpants. His cock was growing and becoming hard. "The ranks of your seed just swelled incredibly, master.", Marella continued, "I know, because I can hear them. Millions of them, thrashing their tails wildly. They call to me… tease me, almost, by announcing their presence… So close, and yet their wonderful magic is kept from me." Marella gazed up at Kurt with pleading eyes as she continued to touch herself along her heavenly vee. "For females of your kind, your seed is the spark of life. For me, it is liquid bliss." Kurt swallowed anxiously as he gazed into Marella's doting blue eyes. The most gorgeous woman he had ever seen was coming on to him, leaving no room for ambiguity. She wasn't merely offering him the apex of physical pleasure, she was begging him to indulge in it! "I really wanna have sex with you!" He stammered. Marella grinned, as if this response was a very pleasant surprise. "That is wonderful to hear, master!" She replied, as she swung her legs deftly onto the floor, and stood up. "I promise that you will not regret this." She reached behind her back and unknotted the two lengths of gold cord securing her flimsy bra to her body. As she stepped slowly over towards her consenting master, she lifted the loose bra from her body, baring for the first time her tantalising nipples and lovely pink areolas. "Oh Momma!" Kurt blurted. He began to quickly fumble with the buttons of his shirt. As Marella stepped up to Kurt, she cupped his face between her warm hands and kissed him tenderly. Kurt felt her lithe mons brush gently against his crotch and Marella purred happily. Then she pressed her womanhood firmly against his trousered maleness and moaned in delight. "I can tell that I shall enjoy this very much, master." She smiled. Before Kurt could respond, her lips were tangoing with his once again. As every kiss waned, Marella would gently suck on one of Kurt's lips, before occupying them with yet another delicious kiss. Meanwhile, Kurt quickly removed his shirt and began fumbling excitedly with his belt. Marella moved her hands down to her hips, to gently tug on the loose ends of the cords securing her exotic panties. She kept steadily pulling on them until the knots on either side of her hips unravelled and the panties dropped quickly to the floor, leaving the beautiful female creature buck naked. Kurt was still messing around with his belt buckle when Marella placed her hands around his head once more, this time pulling him close to her with a bit more force. "Finally!" Kurt thought to himself, as he felt the buckle unlatch amidst the clumsy movements of his fingers. He undid his fly and let his pants fall to the floor. Then he quickly tended to his undershirt, while he pulled his feet from his shoes without unlacing them. The amorous pair had to break off their constant kissing for a spilt second while Kurt pulled his undershirt over his head, but they wasted no time in starting up again. Marella purred excitedly as she sensed that her master's sex organ would soon be filling the empty space within her. She was not wrong. The second Kurt had pulled his underwear down, unleashing his rigid manhood, Marella pressed her nether regions firmly against Kurt, sandwiching his cock between their two bodies. She treated him to an extra-passionate kiss as she rolled her soft, naked and utterly hairless mons firmly over the surface of Kurt's upright penis. Kurt threw his hands around Marella's curvaceous waist, and then tentatively moved them down on to Marella's firm buttocks. To some extent, Kurt still could not comprehend that such a spectacular beauty was giving herself to a nobody like him, making it feel awkward to touch her so intimately. But a large part of him didn't give a fuck about the hows and whys, it just wanted to feel-up the ass of the hottest babe he had ever seen. Marella pulled her hips back after a while, just enough for Kurt's manhood to go horizontal again and for it to be the slightest distance from her waiting snatch. Then Kurt felt the bizarre, yet pleasant sensation of a magical force enveloping his rod, and guiding it towards Marella's slick opening as she gently advanced her hips once again. The beauty moaned seductively as the solid head of Kurt's rod forced itself between her nether lips. An intense tingle of delight ran right up Kurt's spine as a curtain of the most yielding flesh parted softly across the sensitive tip of his maleness. Half of Kurt's shaft had discovered the utopian hold of Marella's sex when he found himself stumbling over the armrest of his couch. Somehow, Marella had craftily danced him around so that his back was to the couch. As Kurt fell, Marella threw her weight forward so that she fell on top of him. The impact of them both landing on the couch forced Kurt's rod completely into the welcoming fissure of the stunning creature. Marella's nether valley fit Kurt like a glove. Her tight flesh squeezed his rod pleasurably, without being at all painful. It was almost as if her amazing body had been sculptured just to suit him. Once the erogenous depths of her womanhood had met the pillar through which her master could inflict such carnal joy, her self-control went out the window. As the pair bounced back after landing on the couch, Marella's sex began to drift away from Kurt. She thrust her entire body forcefully against Kurt's, sending his maleness rocketing back into her center. As she continued to ride Kurt passionately, Marella held him down, thrusting her hands onto his shoulders with every couch-rocking gyration. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was smiling euphorically, and from her luscious lips, a perpetual melody of delighted moans floated through the air. Kurt's eyes were transfixed on Marella's opulent breasts, jiggling right in front of him with every thrust of her hips. They were practically begging to be touched. He brushed his hands gently over their outer sides, then rolled his thumbs over her yielding nipples, Then he reached his fingers across their soft surface and squeezed – gently at first, but then a bit tighter. They were so wonderfully firm! Without him even consciously making them, Kurt's hands began to knead and writhe against the attractive mounds, almost as if they were making love to them. Marella's hips gradually found a rhythm, forcing her womanhood on to Kurt's cock in smoother motions. But just because her gyrations had become less impulsive did not mean they were any less insistent. She pressed herself onto him until every inch of his maleness was inside of her and his butt had sunk deep into the couch cushion, only to release him so she could begin the entire process again. The intensity of her motions sent a very clear message; She was not going to stop until Kurt subdued her with an earth-shattering orgasm. Every time she pushed the tender depths of her snatch over his quivering rod, Kurt could feel the pressure building. A massive stockpile of semen had collected in his cock and it was ready to blow any second now. Marella's merciless affections continued even after the first jet of sperm shattered Kurt's resistance as it blasted into Marella's enticing center. Kurt lost complete control of his faculties as he was lashed by waves of incapacitating euphoria. His eyes clenched shut and he cried out in delight. His entire cock was buzzing with excruciating pleasure and madly thrusting every last drop of his seed into the magical beauty. Every powerful ejaculation sent a new wave of pleasure surging through his veins. Even after her master was orgasming to the point where he'd lost all grasp on reality, Marella did not stop riding him. Feeling his delectable rod filling her and probing the erogenous depths of her womanhood felt so good, so right; she did not want to stop. Then, the generous lashings of his seed began to take effect on her. It began as a pleasant warmth radiating from her womb, then a tingle. A buzz of delight began to radiate out into her body, then all of a sudden she felt herself accelerating uncontrollably towards sheer rapture. "Oooh…Ahhh….Ahhh….AAAHHhhh…AAAHHH!…Oooh It's…AAAHHH!!!! AAAHHH!!!! OOOOHHHH!!!! ITTT'S WOONNDDEERRRFFUULL!!!" She screamed as the magical energy imbued within every one of her master's sperm unleashed itself upon her in the form of tremendous ecstasy. As she succumbed to orgasm, Marella's gyrations stopped and she collapsed on her master. Still in the grip of his own massive orgasm, Kurt became vaguely aware that Marella's ample breasts were now pressing against his face. He absently nuzzled, kissed and licked the lovely mounds, before his climax began to wane. ---------------------- Kurt opened his eyes and found his gaze met by Marella's. He realised that he must've temporarily blacked out. How long he'd been out wasn't clear, but he felt exhausted. Marella was smiling contentedly at him and playing with his hair. "Thank you so much, master!", She said in an extremely grateful tone, "How every can I repay you for such kindness?" Kurt stared at her, at a loss for words. He had just had the best sex of his life with the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, and then she acts like she owes him a favour? As he pondered this exciting revelation about Marella's character, Kurt became aware that his (now limp) maleness was still inside Marella's sex, and that she was still gyrating her hips against his, albeit with somewhat lazier motions. On second glance, he noticed a slight hint of invitation in Marella's gaze, as if she were already trying to coax him in to round two. For Kurt, that wasn't going to happen any time in the next few minutes. "I'll think of something…", Kurt answered, "For starters, why don't you give me a little three-sixty degree view of that hot little body of yours?" "Yes, master." Marella smiled. She climbed off of Kurt and padded a few feet away, swaying her shapely ass with each step. Then she placed her hands on her hips, tossed her hair over her right shoulder and shot Kurt a sultry glance over her left. Then she began to slowly turn, giving Kurt all the time he needed to admire her splendid profile. When she turned to face him front-on, Kurt moaned softly in approval. Marella sensed that Kurt liked what he saw and so she took a step forward to give Kurt a dog's-eye-view of her hairless privates and large breasts. After he'd taken in that amazing view, Marella turned once again to display her right side in it's full, naked glory, before turning her lovely ass back to her master. It was such an inspiring sight that it prompted Kurt to get off the comfortable couch and step over to the sexy creature. He ran his hand all over one of her firm buttocks and then gave it a tight squeeze. Then he stepped around to her front. Marella gazed at him with a friendly expression. Kurt ran his hand around the top of her left thigh, then slid it over the vee of her sex and across her nether lips. Marella closed her eyes and purred. Kurt began to gently rub her womanhood back and forth while slipping a finger a little ways inside. She was still roasting hot and incredibly slick. "You have got to be the hottest babe on the planet!" Kurt declared with a shudder of delight. "Thank you, master!" Marella replied with a gracious smile. Kurt looked over her body from head to toe, while his mind silently celebrated his amazing situation. "Let me get this straight…", Kurt began, "…You are my servant and you have to do what I say?" "That is correct, master." Marella nodded. "…So if I want to have sex with you, anytime, anywhere…?" "Oooh! I can tell that we are going to get along wonderfully, master!" Marella replied, seeming very enthusiastic about having a sexually rich relationship with her master. Marella's expression of eagerness triggered a profound sense of joy and attraction in Kurt. Marella was so wonderful! He needed to take her, now! Without a word, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom. He plonked her down on the mattress, then moved up between her legs. He extended his tongue and brushed it over her labia and clit. Marella shivered in delight. Kurt continued upwards, running his tongue over her mons. It was just as flawlessly smooth as it looked. Then he nuzzled her navel, while reaching up to knead her breasts. Eventually he managed to tear his face away from her slender belly and moved to features even more appealing. He began adoring her breasts by planting an open mouth kiss on the inner side of one of the orbs. Then he gently pushed the lovely mounds together and pressed his face into her cleavage. He teased, nuzzled, kissed and suckled her breasts for ages, all the while growing harder and harder. Even when his cock was harder than an iron girder and aching to be enveloped in Marella's warm folds, he did not enter her. He held out for many minutes, until his craving could no longer be ignored. He lifted his face from her luscious mammaries and guided his rod into her waiting womanhood. Marella hummed a little sound of delight as Kurt inserted the full length of his cock. Kurt began grinding his hips against Marella's, his motions quickly becoming more and more forceful, until his exuberance rivalled that which Marella had exhibited earlier. He pressed his lips hungrily against hers in an open mouth kiss and sent his tongue in to acquaint itself with hers. Marella let out a repeating chorus of muffled, deep-throated moans as Kurt's rigid probe incited massive lashings of bliss from her erogenous valley with every stroke. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him tightly to her roasting body. One of her hands meandered down to fondle Kurt's butt. Kurt was already incredibly horny when he had entered Marella's slick snatch. He tried his best to endure the pleasure of her flesh, but it was a battle he could not weather for long. As he felt himself succumbing to a raging climax, Kurt pressed himself hard against Marella's hips, forcing her ass deep into the mattress. The instant his first jet of sperm had launched, Kurt felt Marella clench tightly on his manhood and through their ongoing kiss, she screamed in ecstasy. Her body began to writhe absently as the sheer delight of orgasm surged through it. Marella's legs hooked around Kurt's, and she began to caress the backs of his thighs with her calves. The Perfect Species Milliseconds after every quaking ejaculation, Marella's womanhood spasmed tightly around Kurt's rod and her muffled cries became distinctly louder. It was as if every blast of his semen triggered a new orgasm within her. After a while, her entire body began to shudder in time with her orgasms. The amorous clenching of her snatch was becoming so intense, Kurt began to wonder if his cock would be crushed flat, yet all the same it was, in many ways, the most wonderful sensation he had ever experienced. After being lost in the rapturous warmth of the epitome of feminine beauty for some time, Kurt's pumpings became dry. His rod quivered a few times with what little of Kurt's strength remained, as the heavenly madness of orgasm departed it. The muscles of Marella's sex tightened around his member one last time, before they slowly began to release. Her own compounded climax slowly faded and dispersed into a warm sense of bliss throughout her naked body. Once Marella's moans and whimpers faded into silence there was only the sound of the two lovers' heavy breathing. After a few moments, Kurt summoned the strength to lift his sunken head. He planted a single tender kiss on Marella's lips (which elicited yet another appreciative moan), before sliding partially off her body, resting his weight on the mattress. Marella moved one arm around Kurt in a tentative embrace. When Kurt wrapped his own arms around her, Marella smiled and hugged him tighter. Before long, Kurt found himself lost in Marella's mesmerising blue eyes. They expressed a profound sense of affection that was so beautiful and pure, it touched Kurt deeply. Perhaps her eyes had always been so doting, but he was too distracted by her sexual appeal to notice something so subtle. They layed there for almost an hour, not speaking a word, barely moving a muscle. Gradually, their two roasting bodies cooled down. Kurt had worked up a thick layer of sweat during their heart-pounding coitus. Eventually, he found himself feeling cold. "I could really go for a nice hot shower…" he said, breaking the long silence. "Very well, master. But if I summon a summer storm in here, your possessions will get wet. Would you like me to transport us outside?" Marella offered with a helpful smile. "No, no…" Kurt chuckled. "I don't want a rain shower. A shower… it's a device, kind of like an artificial waterfall. It's just through there in the bathroom…", Kurt gestured towards the nearby bathroom door, "We use it to wash ourselves." "Oh!" Marella replied, seeming to understand. "Care to join me?" Kurt invited with a smirk. "I have no need to cleanse myself with water, master. My skin is magical, and doesn't harbour the various forms of dirt and bacteria that your skin is susceptible to." "That may be…" Kurt smiled, unfazed by Marella's misinterpretation of his invitation, "But while I'm in there I'll have to lather my entire body with soap. It can be tiring work. I could use some assistance…" "Of course, I am more than willing to serve you, however I am able, master." Marella chimed. They climbed out of bed and Kurt led Marella into the bathroom. He ran the shower's hot water until steam began to rise from the flow, then adjusted the temperature to his liking and stepped in. After running a refreshing spray of water over his face, Kurt turned to Marella, who was standing just outside the shower, and beckoned her to join him. She stepped in and let the warm water wash over her naked body. As Kurt looked on, she slowly turned around, until every inch of her was sopping wet. An hour or so ago, Kurt had been gazing upon the sexiest sight he had ever seen, as Marella posed nude for him in his living room. But that was Marella when she was dry. Words could not describe how arousing she was with her flawless skin shiny and wet, as privileged trails of water danced all down her magnificent form. "Mmm… This is most pleasant, master." Marella said. "Is it warm enough for you, Marella? Or too warm?" Kurt inquired. "No master, the temperature of this water is perfect. Your kind is certainly very innovative." Marella complimented. Kurt ran a quick eye over her body and then took a step towards her. He left less than an inch of space between their bodies. Marella gazed at him intently as Kurt leaned a little towards her. Her lips parted, in anticipation of a kiss. Kurt, however, had other plans. He reached over to the soap holder behind her and grabbed the bar of soap. "Here…", he said as he built up a lather on his hand, "Let me show you how people wash in the shower." He hoped that Marella didn't take his lazy excuse to feel her up as an insult to her intelligence. Her expression showed no indication of offence. He began by rubbing his soapy hands over her shoulders and down her arms, then bringing them back up the sides of her body. When he reached the sides of her breasts, he moved his hands across to firmly rub and fondle them, making sure that he 'washed' every last inch of them. His hands moved tantalisingly slowly, ensuring that every curve of her body received more than just a fleeting touch. He moved his hands all over her flat belly, across her smooth back up and down the entire surface of both her slender legs, around her shapely buttocks, not shying from the depths of her crack and then tenderly all around her most erogenous place. Before all was said and done, Kurt revisited her breasts a couple of times, too. Kurt loved every minute of it, and judging by the satisfied purrs he occasionally heard, Marella did too. Kurt only re-lathered his hands a couple of times. Most of the time he was 'washing' Marella with plain water. He wondered if he would later need to correct Marella about washing him with no soap on her hands. He concluded the 'lesson' by gently washing Marella's cheeks, then pulling her head to his for the slow, open-mouthed kiss he'd teasingly denied her earlier. "Think you've got the hang of it?" he facetiously asked her. "You've taught me very well, master." Marella smiled slyly. She took the soap from the holder and lathered up her hands as much as Kurt had. Marella's style differed from Kurt's, but the speed at which her hands moved was no different. She was even savvy enough to constantly keep her hands soapy. Much like her master, Marella made sure to 'wash' every inch of her partner's body. Much like her master, Marella saved his privates for last. While down on her knees, she gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke it up and down. Every time she reached the head of his cock, she ran her thumb right across it, from one side to the other. Kurt was already semi-hard just from the anticipation of Marella washing his manhood. Her expert attentions to his rod soon had it fully erect. Once she had received a complete standing ovation from her master's cock, Marella moved her hand down to gently 'wash' Kurt's balls. She gently rubbed his testicles with her fingertips from front to back, back to front, front to back. After a while, Marella bought up her other hand to grasp and work Kurt's maleness, a little tighter and faster than before. Kurt sighed deeply as the sensation of Marella teasing him with both hands sent a shiver of delight up his spine. The playful look in Marella's eyes suggested that she was well aware that she was no longer performing a domestic chore. Marella's strokings were highly pleasurable, but they weren't intense enough to get Kurt off. Apparently, Marella intended to accomplish that another way. "Oh! It appears that I have run out of soap, master." Marella declared, even though the soap had washed from her hands quite a while ago. "I'd best get some more." She said in a sultry voice, as she stood up. She shot him a lingering, wanton gaze as she slowly turned her back to him. She moved backwards slightly and the excited tip of Jeff's cock was pressed into the fleshy middle of one of her buttocks. As Marella had hoped, that was all it took to bring out Kurt's animal side. His arms swooped around her body with blinding speed and pulled her tightly to him. Kurt let out a lusty growl as the hilt of his shaft slipped upright between her buttocks. Marella purred triumphantly as Kurt began to hungrily gyrate his hips against hers. He kissed her madly along her shoulder and the side of her neck, furiously tossing her hair out of the way with his nose. One of his hands found a breast and began to fondle and rub it, while the other moved from her belly to her snatch. He began by rubbing her entire labia in broad strokes, back to front, but then he embarked on a precision assault on her clit. Marella let out a loud moan as her erogenous nub suddenly found itself the center of attention. Meanwhile, the base of Kurt's cock was being worked by Marella's soft ass, with every writhing motion the couple made. His balls were being repeated pressed into her yielding butt cheeks. The sensation was such that it could captivate any libido, but ultimately, it was only more fuel for the desire. The end of Kurt's rod began to yearn for the tight embrace of womanhood. He slipped his hand around one of Marella's thighs and lifted it, so that her legs were parted. Then he removed his cock from between her buttocks and began guiding it to her carnal valley. With some assertive caresses, he got Marella to angle her hips back, to make it easier for him. Before long, her nether lips were once again welcoming his organ to the pleasures within. Once he was inside, Kurt began gyrating his hips even more passionately than before. "Oooh, Yeah! Oooh God, Yeah! Oooh!" He growled at random intervals. Marella uttered a vocal moan of delight with every ragged breath. He moved his other hand down to her privates, to pick up where it's partner had left off, briskly rubbing her clit. Marella's moans became louder and more prolonged. She rested her elevated foot on the soap holder, knocking the bar of soap out and sending it to the floor with a thud and a splash. The quiet voice of reason in Kurt's mind reminded him that the holder was far too weak to support a person's weight, but a louder voice simply responded "WHO THE FUCK CARES?!?". The delights of Marella's womanhood made everything else seem insignificant. After a few minutes of passionate mating, Marella clenched hard on his rod. "OH, MASTER!!!" She cried out in delight. The sudden tightening of her canal sent Kurt barrelling towards his own orgasm. He continued grinding against her as forcefully as he could, using his hand to hold her hips tightly against his. Within seconds her climaxing snatch was milking his maleness of what little sperm it hadn't already surrendered to her. Marella cried out a second time as the first blast of semen erupted from Kurt's penis. The water washing over her face hid the tears of joy seeping from her closed eyelids. As an intense sense of rapture thundered all through his body, Kurt felt his loins pounding wildly away, as they mindlessly strove to fill Marella's entire womb with his fluid. Kurt lost his grip on Marella's leg, and it slipped out of the soap holder and on to the floor. He was still holding her tightly with his other arm, though, so there was no danger of her falling. As his strength left him, he pulled her over to the corner of the shower, and rested his weight against the walls. As the shower head sprayed warm water over their lower legs, the two breathless lovers were gradually released from their amazing orgasm. Kurt was thoroughly exhausted, but the sense of contentment that radiated through him made it well worthwhile. They rested there in the corner for several minutes before getting up, sharing several kisses and then stepping out of the shower. After they dried each other off, Kurt stepped in to his white bathrobe. "I'm sorry…", He apologised, "I only have the one…" "Those are the garments that you wear after a shower, are they, master?" Marella inquired, making bathrobes sound like some kind of sacred tradition. "Well… Yeah." Kurt replied. "Very well, master." Marella smiled. She reached upwards with one hand and a waterfall of white cotton began to spill from it, twisting around itself as it fell. Within seconds Marella was holding an exact copy of Kurt's bathrobe. Kurt nearly kicked himself for forgetting that Marella had abilities beyond those of an everyday hot chick. She proceeded to wrap it around her naked body, which Kurt momentarily regarded as a shame, but then again, he didn't want her to get cold. Then she stepped over to his side and he wrapped an arm around the small of her back as they left the steamy bathroom. While they had been drying off, Kurt had realised that he was hungry. For a moment he thought about taking Marella out to a fancy restaurant he knew about, a few miles away. But then he remembered what Marella had said about not needing to eat. Still, she insisted that she never needed to shower, yet she seemed to take pleasure in it… "Marella…", Kurt began, as they stepped into the living room, "I'd like you to clarify something for me. Is eating food something that you don't have to do, or is it something that you cannot do?" "As I explained earlier, master, I am sustained by cosmic energy, and have no need to extract energy from foods as you do. Having said that, there is no reason why I cannot mimic your species by ingesting food." She explained. "Do you think it's something you might enjoy?" Kurt asked. "I am not sure, master." Marella replied with a ponderous look. "I posses a sense of taste… So I assume I would enjoy eating any food that you would." "Excellent!" Kurt replied with a level of enthusiasm that seemed to surprise Marella. He briefly re-considered his idea of taking her out, but decided against it. Marella was unfamiliar with twenty-first century human life, and Kurt did not want to risk her saying or doing something in public that would draw undue attention to herself. He made a silent promise to himself to take her out for a nice meal once he was satisfied she could pass for a regular woman. But tonight they would dine at home. "Marella, I think I'll take you up on your earlier offer of something to eat." "Very well, master!" Marella said. Kurt was beginning to notice that the same beaming smile seemed to cross her face any time he gave her an opportunity to be useful. "What would you like?" She asked. "I would like two lobster dinners, one for each of us. And a bottle of fine champagne, with two glasses." He commanded. A broad grin crossed Marella's face and with a bright blue flash, two lavish plates appeared on the small table in the kitchen area, along with some champagne. "You are so very kind, master." Marella said, seeming flattered by Kurt's invitation to dine with him. The smell coming from the table was mouth-watering. Kurt had never eaten lobster in his life, but he had heard how good it was. Upon taking a second glance at the table, Kurt was shocked by how large the steaming lobsters were. Each one was nearly two feet long, and that's not including the claws. He suspected that Marella had gone overboard in an attempt to be generous. "Hoo boy… If I'd known they were going to be that big, I would've just asked for one lobster dinner for us to share!" Kurt remarked. Taking her cue from him, Marella made one of the plates disappear in another flash of blue light. Kurt looked over at her and smiled. They enjoyed the single, delicious lobster together. As they sat down, they used their two bathrobes to form a kind of warm 'cocoon' around both their bodies, inside which, Marella sat naked on Kurt's bare lap. Kurt took turns to feed a bite of lobster to first Marella and then himself. The meal was mostly silent, although there was nothing awkward about it. Kurt continued wondering about precisely what Marella was. Every now and then he would ask her some more questions about herself. He discovered that she had several other powers, such as the ability to change form for brief periods of time. She also had many 'therapeutic' powers, such as the ability to alleviate a human's pain, help them relax, or pervade them with mild, non-sexual physical pleasure. But all her powers seemed somewhat limited (at least compared to the magical beings Kurt had seen in movies). The most interesting thing that he discovered about her was that she had a repertoire of sexual positions and techniques in her mind that would put the Karma Sutra to shame. Kurt remembered hearing in highschool english classes that Shakespeare had written plays about magical sprites that only used their powers for entertainment and convenience, and also had strong sexual appetites. He began to wonder if perhaps Marella was one of them? They'd barely eaten two-thirds of the massive lobster when Kurt began to feel full. He fed one last bite to Marella, before she banished the remains of the meal into obscurity with a flash of blue light. "That was the best meal I have ever had. Thank you, Marella." Kurt smiled as he sipped his champagne. "Thank you, for sharing it with me, master." She replied. Kurt snaked one hand up her bare back and pulled her forward for a long, tender kiss. "I don't suppose there's any chance you're hungry, again?" Kurt asked with a suggestive smirk. Marella chuckled. "Hunger is a funny thing, master. You might be totally free of it… But then something comes close to you that you just know would be so fulfilling…" Marella reached down and began to gently trail her fingers over Kurt's cock as she spoke. "Then you want it… And then you need it… And then, finally, there is nothing you would not give to have it." She remarked in a sultry voice as she shot him a seductive glance. "Does that answer your question?" Again, Kurt pulled her closer and stole a prolonged kiss from her warm lips. Marella's skilful fingers had only been stroking him for a couple of seconds, but already he was rock-hard. He slid his other hand around her butt and, while still kissing her, stood up, carrying Marella in his arms. Their bathrobe 'cocoon' fell apart within seconds of him leaving his chair, leaving them both naked. He took Marella back into the bedroom and gently lowered her feet on to the floor beside the bed. They stood there kissing for several minutes. Kurt caressed and squeezed her buttocks with increasing passion, while Marella gradually moved her body closer and closer to Kurt's, until his maleness was sandwiched upright between their bodies. When Marella began gyrating her lithe mons against his rod, Kurt took it as a sign that Marella had had enough foreplay. He ordered her climb on to the bed on all fours, facing away from him, which she gladly did. He ran an admiring eye over her glistening labia, and then he ran his fingers over it. He rubbed her roasting sex a few times and then he slipped two fingers deep inside, which prompted an appreciative moan from his partner. At first, Kurt intended it only as a fleeting tease, but then he decided it would be nice to treat Marella to a free orgasm. He penetrated her several more times with his fingers before he began rolling his thumb all over her clit. His fingers stroked her intimate depths with curling motions, as if they were beckoning her climactic ecstasy to come forth. He could feel his manhood stewing with envy of his lucky fingers; it yearned to be in the paradise where they were dancing. But Kurt fought off his temptations, until his fingers made his lover cry out in delight. It was then, while her orgasm still ravaged her, that Jeff stood and forced his rigid maleness through her slick folds over, and over, and over again. "MAAAAAASSSSTER!!! OH, MAAAAAASSSSTER!!!!" Marella cried, as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Her entire body was tensed in an orgasm that her master was refusing to release her from! If she squeezed the bedsheet in her hands any tighter she would surely grind the cotton to dust!