Servant of Desire (The Battered Lamp 2)(Harem Genie erotica) (3 page)

Fatima's room was a little smaller than Kyle's and cluttered. Clothes were strewn everywhere—Fatima blushed and began snatching dirty panties off the floor—and paintings of cute boys covered the walls. She had never seen such lifelike paintings before. They looked so real, like the images on the computer and, curiously, words were drawn on them with strange names: Justin Bieber, One Direction, Big Time Rush.

A minute later several homunculi tottered in carrying a steaming teapot, a spicy scent filling the air. Aaliyah took several pillows off her bed and sat on the floor. Fatima sat across from her and the Djinn had a lovely view up the young woman's skirt to her panties tight across her feminine treasure.

“How can you wear that?” Fatima asked. “I can see everything. It's so indecent.”

Aaliyah looked down at her yellow silks. “This is a harem dress,” she answered. “For my husband's pleasure. I would not wear this where another man could see me. But you show all that leg to complete strangers. Where I come from, that would be most indecent.”

“This skirt goes down to my knees! I have skirts that are far shorter.”

The homunculi finished pouring. The tea was warm and spicy and Aaliyah savored it. “What is Kyle like?”

Fatima snorted and then choked on her tea. “You're the one fucking him.”

“Well, yes, but we just met.”  Aaliyah took another sip.
Delicious.
“He seems like a kind man, and loves his girlfriend very much.”
Girlfriend. What a strange word.

“I thought he did, and then he married you.”

Jealousy radiated from the girl.
She loves him. Perhaps she would make an excellent wife.
“Kyle shall have more than one wife. This Christy seems like a likely candidate, and I eagerly await meeting her. I hope we can be the fastest of friends, sharing in our love for him.”

Fatima stared in stunned amazement at the Djinn. “That's crazy. You can only have one wife.”

“Why?”

“I...I don't know,” Fatima spluttered. “You just can't.”

“What were you thinking about in the shower?” Aaliyah asked, probing the young woman's feelings. Kyle seemed unwilling to expand his harem, and a great man needed one to prove the power he possessed.

The girl blinked in shock. *
pleasure horny Kyle's chest his muscles Kyle's cock inside me fucking me oh yes oh yes.*
Her thoughts were scrambled: flashes of Kyle; fantasies of being taken by her him in the shower, in her bedroom; forced to be his lover and please him. Aaliyah smiled.

“I was just showering.” Her protest was half-hearted, her face darkening in embarrassment.

Aaliyah peered into her eyes, reaching out to touch her knees. “I think you were doing more than that.”

Fatima's looked down at her tea. “Okay, fine. I was masturbating. Thinking about guys.”

“About Kyle?”

“Of course not!” Her protest sounded sincere. “He's like my brother. I've known him my whole life!”

And been in love with him for that long.
Aaliyah picked up apart the tangled mess of her thoughts. Fatima always felt like Kyle never saw her as a woman and masked her hurt behind playful jests.
How sad. If she could hear Kyle's thought, she would know just how much Kyle admires her body.

“It's okay,” the Djinn told her, stroking her thigh. “He is so handsome, how could you not think about him that way?”

“But I'm just a silly, little girl to him!” she sniffed. “He still thinks of me as that bratty ten year old.”

“Love can overcome those obstacles,” Aaliyah answered, patting her knee.

Aaliyah's touch seemed to break something inside the girl, and Fatima's face became crestfallen, tears brimming in her eyes. “Really? I'm so flat-chested. And Christy has those nice, perky tits and her milkmaid complexion! How can I compete?”

Aaliyah reached out and gently wiped at her tear, then cupped her face, leaning in. “You are a great beauty. Those pouty lips and dark eyes framed by your lush lashes. And Kyle notices. Believe me.”

Fatima bit her lip. “Really?”

Aaliyah nodded in understanding. “It's only natural. He is a man, you are a woman. How could he not find you attractive?” She took a sip of her tea, letting the words sink into Fatima's mind. “If you could marry him, would you?”

“Marry Kyle? I...” She swallowed. “It's not legal to have more than one wife in America.”

Aaliyah leaned in closer, their lips inches apart, staring into the girl's dark, almond-shaped eyes.
She is so beautiful. As beautiful as Kyle is handsome.
Her nethers ached, and she wished Kyle was home to provide her with some satisfaction. Lust billowed inside the Djinn, her thoughts full of her husband, increasing her ardor. “Would you if there were no consequences?”

Her answer was a whisper. “Yes.”

Aaliyah kissed her. Fatima froze in surprise, then pulled away. “What're you doing?”

“I can feel your lust,” she answered. “It would be wrong of us to seek out another man who wasn't our husband, so we should turn to each other.”

“You mean...me and you...”

Aaliyah nodded.

“But I'm not a lesbian.”

“Neither am I,” the Djinn nodded. “There is nothing wrong with women of the harem seeking comfort from each other.”

“Harem?”

“You wish to be his wife?”

Fatima's cheeks darkened and she nodded.

“Close enough,” Aaliyah purred, leaning in, and kissed her future sister-wife again. This time Fatima didn't pull away.

Fatima's kiss was sweet, her lips moist, a curious flavor, sweet and tart, covered the young woman's lips. Her head tilted, almond eyes squeezed shut, and she sighed into the Djinn. Aaliyah hands reached out, caressing her side through the curious fabric of her...T-shirt.
It wasn't linen or silk or satin, and the weave was so fine. Such marvels this age held.

Fatima's timid hands touched Aaliyah's side beneath her vest, and Aaliyah squirmed and kissed her harder.
Her kiss is divine and soon she'll be my sister-wife!
Aaliyah's heart beat faster. She slipped her hands beneath the T-shirt; Fatima trembled. The Djinn's gentle hands found a curious garment binding her budding breasts.

Aaliyah broke the kiss and pulled Fatima's shirt over her head. The curious garment was white with pink dots over it, standing out against her dark skin, and cupped her breasts with straps running over her shoulders and beneath her arms. “What is this?” she asked, caressing Fatima's hard nipple through the fabric.

“My bra?” She rolled her eyes. “Don't you know what a bra is? It supports my breasts and makes me look cute.”

“You do look cute,” Aaliyah grinned. “How does it come off?”

“There's a clasp in the back.”

Aaliyah reached around the girl, fumbling at the fastener. The bra came loose, and her olive breasts topped with dark nipples appeared. Her mouth salivated, and she leaned forward and sucked Fatima's little morsels into her lips.

“Oh, wow!” gasped the young woman. “That's wild!”

The Djinn enjoyed the soft sighs and moans as her tongue swirled about the hard nub. She kissed across to her other breast and nipped the nipple. Fatima squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to push up Aaliyah's top. The Djinn dismissed her clothes and moaned as delicate fingers massaged her breasts. Fatima was gentler than Kyle; her fingers curious as she explored Aaliyah's breasts, teasing Aaliyah's hard nipples. Juices dripped from the Djinn's pussy, spurred on by Fatima's touch.

“Oh, Aaliyah!” Fatima gasped as the Djinn slithered her hand between the girl's thighs.

Aaliyah could feel her warmth through her panties.
Another curious piece of clothing.
Fatima lifted her ass, letting the Djinn slide a pair of panties, made with the same the pattern as her bra, off the girl's dusky thighs. Aaliyah stopped sucking at her breast and stared at Fatima's exposed pussy beneath her bunched up skirt. Her labia were virginally tight, adorned with a fine down of dark hair, and weeping her passion.

“I've been sprouting for years and I still can't grow a proper bush,” Fatima sighed as Aaliyah caressed her vulva.

“But your pussy is so cute,” Aaliyah objected. “So fresh and virginal. Kyle will love the sight. You look so tasty.”

“Holy shit!” gasped Fatima as Aaliyah suddenly buried her face in the young woman's pussy and licked, savoring her tart flavor. “Ohmyfuckinggod, that's amazing!”

Aaliyah smiled inwardly, feeling the chaotic passion of Fatima's thoughts as her tongue devoured her:
ohmygod her tongue so good she's licking me ohmygod am I a lesbian I don't care feels so amazing I love it I love her I can't wait to be with Kyle if it feels half so good ohmygod she touched my clit I love her tongue oh fuck oh wow this is so much better than the shower head oh fuck I'm gonna cum oh yes.

“Keep doing that, please!” the girl panted. “I'm gonna cum!”

Aaliyah enjoyed the feel of Fatima's cunt on her lips, digging her tongue in and reveling in her tart taste. Every time she breathed in, she smelled the wonderful scent of Fatima's passion. Her fingers found the girl's clitoris. With care, she massaged it, circling the little nub and bringing a squeal from the young woman's lips. Aaliyah kept rubbing, staring into Fatima's dark, almond-shaped eyes as she writhed with passion.

Then Fatima bucked and juices exploded out of her pussy. “Holy shit!” she shouted as she came. Then she collapsed and panted, staring up at the ceiling; a large grin plastered on her face. “That was fucking fantastic, Aaliyah!”

“Do you want to lick me?” Aaliyah asked the panting girl as she lay on the carpet, her budding breasts beading with sweat.

“Hell, yeah!”

Aaliyah turned around, straddling the girl's face, and dived back into Fatima's pussy—it was the Djinn's favorite position to use with a woman. She moaned her pleasure as the girl's tongue ran stiff through her groove, licking at her clit. Aaliyah licked and sucked Fatima's tasty pussy, spreading the nineteen year old open; she was bright pink and wet inside, her hymen still intact.

Good. Kyle deserves unplucked fruit.

The two girls feasted on each other, filling the room with the sweet incense of their lust and love. Fatima's tongue and lips grew more bold, sucking, nipping, driving the Djinn to a low, purring orgasm, and quickly building her to a second one. Aaliyah gasped when the young woman wiggled a finger into her canal, pumping it rapidly in and out. Aaliyah stroked her pussy, gently exploring her folds with her digit, careful not to burst her hymen. She sucked the girl's hard clit into her lips, nibbling, sucking, trying to drive the girl to an earth-shattering orgasm.

Fatima's finger withdrew from her pussy and she moaned her disappointment. She had been so close to cumming. Then she gasped.
What a naughty
houri
she is!
Fatima had shoved her lubed finger into the Djinn's tight asshole. The new intrusion sent Aaliyah over the edge, and her orgasm erupted inside her. She gasped, her insides clenching, and she sucked hard on the girl's clit as she was tossed into a sandstorm of passion.

Aaliyah howled her passion into Fatima's cunt; the vibrations of her voice seemed to ignite Fatima's rapture. Juices flooded her lips, tasty and tart and thick, and the Djinn drank them down like she was a dying woman at an oasis.

“That was amazing,” purred Fatima as they snuggled together on the floor, the two girls sharing sweet kisses.

Aaliyah caressed her lips, let her fingers trail down to caress her nipple. “Wait until Kyle gets home.”

Concern flashed across the girl's face. “How're we going to get Kyle to...”

“Bed you? Easy.” Aaliyah explained her plan.

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

“See you at lunch,” Kyle said to Christy as they stood in the hallway outside their just finished math class.

Christy gave him a quick kiss. “Sure. Love you.”

Kyle admired her ass as she walked away, and Christy smiled over her shoulder and then seemed to give an extra shake to her rear as she walked. She had a great ass as it writhed beneath her skirt; his cock hardened. She disappeared around the corner, and he sighed, turned, and walked smack into Ms. Franklin.

She fell back, her papers spilling to the floor, her breasts straining at her low-cut blouse as she grabbed Kyle's arm for support, her sharp fingernails digging into his flesh through his long-sleeved shirt. Heat flushed through him as his face was almost planted in her cleavage and his cock sprang to attention. She had been his Biology professor last semester, and Kyle had had trouble paying attention, distracted by her gorgeous cleavage. She was a young professor, only on her second year, and one of hottest on campus, tying with Ms. Capello for that honor.

Aaliyah could make it so I could fuck her,
his aching cock seemed to whisper.

“I'm so sorry,” he said, bending down to grab her papers; he ignored his dick.

“It's my fault,” she smiled, bending down, keeping her knees pressed together so Kyle couldn't see up her skirt.
What sort of panties does she wear? One wish and I could find out.
“I was reading and walking.”