My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (13 page)

They stilled, holding each other, neither willing to break the spell that held them, joined them, and made them one.

Chapter 13

"Holy shit," muttered Alana from the depths of the futon.

"That about sums it up, yeah," groaned Hari, face down and sprawled next to her.

"That was...that was completely...Tantric."

"Yeah."

"Hari?"

"Mmm?"

She stroked her hand over Hari's firm buttocks, loving the feeling of the tender flesh responding to her movements.

"Does this happen every time a couple gets Tantricized, or whatever you call it?"

He turned his head fully towards her, snuggling a little so that she could reach both buns. He grinned.

"Nope."

"No?"

"Uh uh."

"So what just happened...between us, I mean...that wasn't a normal Tantric orgasm?"

"Well, for starters I don't think there is such a thing as a
normal
Tantric orgasm— it's different for everybody. But a general train of thought is that at least one of the partners has to be a skilled practitioner of various forms of yoga, including the Tantric forms, for this to be a successful experience."

Her fingers danced along the cleft of his buttocks and she noticed his fragile hairs stiffening as she gave him goosebumps.

"So, I may never have another orgasm like that without you, is that what you're saying?"

He caught her wandering hand and brought it to his lips.

"Alana-love, there are many wonderful experiences lying ahead of you, and some of them may indeed involve the Tantra—it depends. Are you interested in learning the practice perhaps? Or maybe a future partner will be an adherent. The possibilities are endless. My participation is unnecessary."

"Oh, Hari," she sighed, snuggling towards him.

He pulled her head onto his shoulder and tucked her body close to his.

"Rest now, sweet one, worry in the morning if you must, but for now, let your body and your mind settle and become comfortable with your new knowledge of yourself and the world around you."

She gazed through the glass dome at the night sky, peppered with stars.

Hari was right. She had felt the touch of something greater than herself, some kind of energy that had nothing to do with power plants and everything to do with nature. It was a humbling experience, and trying to consider all the implications seemed an impossible task right at that moment.

Her eyelids drooped, and, lulled by the sound of Hari's heartbeat, she slid rapidly into sleep.

He smiled, dropped a kiss on the top of her head and closed his eyes.

*~*~*~*

Alana giggled at the puppies in her arms. There were two adorable, soft and cuddly pups, and she was cradling them and crooning to them as they wriggled and writhed against her. Then they started licking her.

She laughed aloud at the tickling sensation of their tongues, then gasped as their tongues flickered over her nipples—she realized she was quite naked. Why was she holding puppies when she had no clothes on? Were they teething? What if they peed? What if—

She opened her eyes to see two heads close together over her breasts, each gently suckling a nipple.

"Jeez, guys—you're a hell of an alarm clock," she yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

Hari and Sami raised their heads and gave her almost-identical smiles then returned to their task—bringing her breasts awake to the point of exquisite sensation.

They were doing a damn fine job.

She dropped her arms and rested them on warm solid shoulders. The affection she felt for these two beings swelled in her heart and she caressed the two heads, sliding her fingers through their hair.

They were devoted to her—her pleasure, her comfort, how could she ever manage a normal life, having known this kind of experience? Hallucination though it might be, it was going to ruin her. And it was going to rip her heart out when the time came for them to leave.

A sob hiccupped its way into her throat, and she burst into tears.

"Alana-love—" said Hari in a panicked voice.

"What is it, my delight..." murmured Sami, brushing her hair away from her face and watching her tears fall in horror.

"Tell us, Alana—please—are you in pain? Did we hurt you? What is it?"

Both Hari and Sami petted and patted and stroked her—a portion of Alana's mind realized she was seeing an example of the power of tears to reduce a man to a nervous wreck.

"I don't want to have to say goodbye to you guys—my life will
never
be the same," she wailed.

"Oh, dear delight," said Sami hugging her tight. "Is that all?"

"All? You think that's all? That I can spend timeless millennia fucking around with you two and treat it as something casual?" she bolted upright, irate. "And don't think you can distract me, Hari, because it won't work this time..."

Hari looked down at his hand, which was gently circling her clit. He seemed surprised, almost as if he had no idea what his fingers were doing down there.

"Sorry," he muttered, giving her a little reassuring tweak.

She ignored the thrilling jolt.

"Alana-love, after the time we have spent together, do you really think we would allow you the pain of such a parting?"

She sniffed.

Hari materialized a box of tissues.

"Jeez, where were you when I ran out of toilet paper the other day."

"Blow your nose, delight. Tears in the morning should be of ecstasy, not sadness."

"The worries you have are groundless, Alana—our separation is inevitable, but we can assure you that you will not suffer because of it. Perhaps now you understand why the Djinns are not allowed to retain memories of their students. We would suffer this anguish every time an assignment concluded," said Sami.

She sighed. "I suppose you'll make me forget too?"

"You will have memories, dear one. There would be no point in this entire project if you were to have the recollection erased at the end, would there?"

"No..."

"But what you will remember is what you learned with us—our actual selves will be as a distant memory of a much-loved story. The secrets of your womanhood that we have helped you uncover will remain."

"The secrets of my womanhood." She thought about that. "I'm still not sure if I have any..."

Sami laughed. "Alana, Alana. You have already learned much—you are understanding that the real secret of sexuality lies not in here— " he touched her pussy, "—or here— " he touched her forehead, "—but here." His hand lay over her heart. "You are learning that your heart will lead you to the right lover. When your heart is involved, the rest, including the sex, comes naturally."

"Terrific, eye-rolling, heel-thumping sex, like I'm having with you guys?"

"Yep."

"Oh." She blew her nose.

"And speaking of terrific, eye-rolling, heel-thumping sex, we need to see about having some..." Hari gave her breast a last swipe of his tongue and rolled off the bed, while Alana admired his really fine ass—that would be
really
fine—her mind added the italics as she observed the firm, deliciously rounded and slightly tanned cheeks and the way they flowed into the strong thigh muscles below. Even the indentation at the base of his spine cried out for the touch of fingers or lips—or even a gentle bite or two.

Sami grinned as he watched her expression. "Down, girl."

She jumped guiltily and turned to Sami. She noticed that his cock was, as always, beautifully erect and resting on her thigh. She stroked it gently and watched as it twitched and writhed a little under her touch.

"Hey, you can't blame a girl for enjoying the scenery, can you?" She flicked her fingers under the head and heard Sami's breath as it was quickly indrawn.

"Between the two of you, I feel like I'm in the Testosterone Louvre. Art is everywhere I look."

Sami's eyes were slightly glazed as she gave his cock a little tug.

Hari snorted. "You are too generous with your praise. Now put Sami down and go have breakfast, or shower or something, because he and I have a little housekeeping to do and a few things to plan."

"Oh, what things?" She gave Sami's cock an absent pat.

"Things like a special graduation for you, perhaps."

"Oh?"

"Yep."

"Like what?"

"Can't tell. You'll find out. Now scoot—we have chores."

Obediently, she scooted.

*~*~*~*

It was a long and very refreshing shower—She had grabbed a cup of Sami's wonderful coffee to take in with her, and between the caffeine, the water, and her own practical nature, she felt able to take on anything. So what if she was eventually going to have to return to reality—it hadn't happened yet, and to judge by the gleam in her Djinns' eyes, there was more to come. She meant to enjoy every second of it.

Of course, once again she found herself missing her clothing. Sighing she grabbed a towel and strode out into the Sultan's harem.

No—wait—this was her bedroom. Oh, God—Sami, the patron Djinn of interior design, had been at it again.

The dome was gone, replaced by a satin ceiling and wall hangings in the richest jewel colors she could ever remember seeing. A gorgeous oriental rug caressed her toes—the antiques lover in her drooled and gave up trying to guess its origin—it was simply magnificent.

The bed was at least a foot higher than her own—she'd need a running start to get into it, she thought with a little giggle. Soft sheers in matching tones of crimson, emerald and sapphire blue were twisted at the corners, giving the illusion of a four-poster. Pillows were casually tossed around, overstuffed and heavily embroidered in gold designs. All that was missing was the camel, some sand, and maybe the Sheik. But no, there he was.

Hari stood looking at her with a glint of desire in his eyes.

Alana's jaw dropped as she took in his costume. A brief vest covered his shoulders and stopped way north of his navel. Of some rich emerald green fabric, it glittered with thousands of little sparkles—tiny jewels stitched into the embroidered design. A low-slung belt circled his hips, made from the same fabric and with the same jeweled embroidery. His pants were sheer and were clearly purchased from the reduced for clearance camel train—they were missing an important part—the entire front and back.

"My God—I didn't know they made chaps back in the days of the harem."

Hari's lips twitched once.

"We find it acceptable to take ideas from whatever time we visit and adapt them for our own ends," he announced, folding his hands across his chest and looking so much like the lead in some porno flick like "Triple X Genies—Desert Hotties," that she found it very hard to stifle a giggle.

"Well—it's very nice, Hari," she said carefully. "Um—do I get to wear anything?"

"Oh—sorry—yes—we were rather busy finishing this up..." He absently waved his hand and Alana found herself in two tissues and a scarf. Or what felt like two tissues and a scarf.

A sheer vest draped her shoulders, ending just above the lower curve of her breasts. It was so sheer that one good sneeze would have blown holes in it. There were some little sequins glittering on the hem and it was totally see-through.

Her hips were swathed in a strip of silk. It knotted on one hip and didn't quite cover the neatly trimmed curls between her thighs.

"Well, it could be worse, I suppose. At least they didn't have thongs in the harem..."

Sami entered the room and her eyes widened. He was wearing an identical outfit to Hari, but his was in the deepest of royal blues. He was carrying a small table, which he stood next to the bed.

Curiosity drove her over to see what was on it.

There was a silken cord with a huge tassel and some strangely shaped objects—the function of which she could only guess at.

Sami leapt onto the bed and threw himself back against the cushions. His cock readied itself, resting against his hard abdomen.

He smiled. A very wicked smile.

Hari crossed to Alana's side.

"You are now in the presence of the Mighty Sheik. Alana, on your knees—he will be judging your suitability for his harem from this point on." Hari's hand pressed her down and she knelt on the soft rug.

"Excellency, this unworthy woman begs permission to convince you of her desire to become one with your Mightiness…"

She squirmed at the "unworthy" bit. "Just a minute..." she hissed.

"It's a fantasy, sweet, hush up..."

Muttering, she subsided.

Sami raised his head slightly. "She may approach. You may use her as you will, Seneschal—I shall judge her performance accordingly."

"Your graciousness is as boundless as the skies, as deep as the widest sea, as—"

"Yeah, yeah, move it along, will you? My knees are cramping here." She muttered the words, still a tad pissed at the "unworthy" comment.

Hari snickered, but raised her from the floor.

"Let me see her," said Sami, reclining comfortably on one arm.

Hari ripped the sheer bodice away and flipped her scarf down to her toes. She stood there, nude, while Sami's eyes feasted on her.

Amazingly, she felt a blush start in her cheeks and sweep down across her breasts. This was Sami, for heaven's sake. He knew her better and more intimately than her gynecologist. Why was she blushing?

"Is her cunt wet?" asked Sami.

"Shall I check, Your Worship?"

Sami nodded once.

Hari's hand passed behind her and through her legs, cupping her mound. She knew she was dripping her hot juices all over him.

"She is wet, Highness," said Hari, bringing his hand to his lips and sucking his fingers with evident pleasure.

"We are pleased. Bring her closer for my delectation. Oh—and I have a new book —I may read some instructions from time to time." Sami—that would be the Grand Sheik—held up a book with a heavily ornamented cover. The writing was unfamiliar to her.

"What's that?" she whispered to Hari.

"Ever hear of the Kama Sutra?"

She gulped.

"Come nearer, Flower of the Desert," said Sami.

Trying not to giggle, she moved to the very edge of the bed. Sami reached out and stroked her breasts, pulling and teasing her nipples into hard buds.