Take Her Down To Paradise City Pt. 2

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Lena thought about the note Arion had left her as she stood in the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her body. She washed her hair slowly, still savoring that morning-after tingle. She thought about what Arion had written about how long he would be with her and about this mysterious “creator” he’d mentioned. When Lena’s hands reached her breasts, she massaged the body wash into them slowly in circular motions, lathering up her soft breasts. She allowed herself a soft moan as she pinched her pink nipples, the soft buds becoming harder under the touch of her fingers. Lena’s pussy started tingling, her clit begging for attention as her soft, pink lips became aroused and wet with her slick pussy juice. Rather than reach down and touch herself, however, she looked at her bathroom counter, upon which sat the jukebox. And Arion. Pulling aside the shower curtain, she reached for the magical music player… and hesitated. She did not know why, but Lena was nervous about summoning the genie again. She had so many questions for him. “But I guess…” she sighed, “the best way to answer those questions is… straight from the source.” With that, she stretched her hand out and pressed the button for track 13, hoping Arion would do just as the song said and, well… take her down to paradise city. The music echoed around her bathroom as the green smoke billowed out of the speakers, mixing with the steam from the shower. Just as before, the smoke solidified in the middle of the room until Arion stood there. Only this time, he was not wearing his rocker attire. Or anything else, for that matter. Lena bit her lip as she looked at him, still in awe of his flawless body. His broad shoulders, taught muscular torso and long, toned limbs practically shone in the florescant light, his skin’s bronze hue making her mouth water. Along with other body parts. Namely, her hot pussy. Lena licked her lip as her gaze traveled down his body, gazing at his chiseled abdominals leading down to his semi-erect phallus, not quite at full size, but not hanging flaccid either. Arion looked at her and smirked slightly before stepping into the steam-filled shower with her. She looked up into his eyes as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her body against his. Lena tingled when she felt his long, thick shaft pressed between them. She bit her lip softly as she felt it growing longer and thicker, hardening against her. “Good morning, Mistress Lena.” Arion said softly. Lena noted the renewed use of “Mistress”. “I trust you slept well?” “I slept great. Um… ha-how about you?” she asked, trying to keep her breathing steady as she felt him pulse against her body. When she looked into his sparkling blue eyes, her whole world got muddled. “I slept peacefully, Mistress….” he said, his expression curious. “But to be honest… I am surprised you are truly concerned. Most genies’ Masters only view their slaves as tools and care nothing for their comfort. I am… unsure what to say, but… thank you for asking, Mistress Lena.” As he spoke, Lena felt Arion’s manhood swelling and growing harder between their bodies, making her want him more and more. She realized that his words were true; and that she had managed to turn him on! She grew wetter at the thought, opening her mouth to reply, but closing it a moment later. Lena was at a loss for words. Arion instead spoke for her. “What would you desire of me today, Mistress Lena? Perhaps another round of lovemaking? I must be honest… I hope that escort avcılar is it, Mistress Lena.” To say that the genie’s statement surprised Lena would have been an understatement. Despite the fact that she was a voluptuous woman with long, dark hair, fair skin and deep, green-brown eyes, she refused to see it. Even when her best friend told her, she didn’t believe him; so to have a gorgeous, immortal genie tell her that he desired her was mind-blowing to her. “Mistress Lena…?” he asked, shaking her out of her stupor. “What do you wish of me today?” Leaning in closer, he whispered in her ear. “I can sense your arousal, Mistress Lena, and I would be overjoyed to please you in any way.” That made up Lena’s mind for her. Closing her eyes, she brought her full lips firmly to Arion’s, kissing her perfect lover deeply, her tongue snaking into his mouth to tangle with his. Her hands gripped his thick hair, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. His hands found their way to her shapely ass, squeezing it tight. She moaned into his mouth. He gasped against her lips. Lena turned, pulling Arion fully into the shower, the curtain closing behind him, obeying his will. Pulling her mouth from his with a gasp, Lena looked up at Arion’s momentarily dazed expression. With a smirk, she pushed against his chest, causing him to fall back on his ass onto the shower bench. The immortal, nearly all-powerful genie looked up at her with a surprised expression. “Mis-” he began, but Lena cut him off. “Lena. Call me Lena, Arion.” she straddled his hips, her full bosom in his face and her soft hands on his shoulders. “Call me Lena while I fuck you.” Arion stopped talking as Lena reached her hand down between them to grasp his smoldering cock. She stroked the soft skin of his rigid shaft, enjoying the feel of it in her hand, the power she held over him. The man beneath her groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “Leeennaaaa…” he moaned, begging. There was no resisting it as Lena lowered herself slowly, taking first the very tip of his cock between her velvety lips. It was followed by every inch of his long, thick shaft until finally, Lena’s thighs reached Arion’s and she sat fully, his trembling cock enveloped in her tight pussy. A strangled groan escaped Arion’s throat and for the first time in two thousand years, he almost felt… human. Truly alive. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire as he gripped Lena’s hips. For that moment, he felt everything. As if there was no curse, there were no shackles, he was not forever enslaved. “Fuck!” Lena screamed, throwing her head back as she rode his cock. Her sudden exclamation shook Arion from his moment of overpowering pleasure, bringing his mind back to the present. And what a present it was. Lena’s full, perfect breasts there in his face, bouncing as her hips moved up and down his long shaft. The jynn’s lips curled into a smirk as he recognized his opening. Lena had taken control before. Now it was his turn. Arion’s grip on Lena’s hips tightened, his fingers stretching a bit further to get a better grip on her firm, meaty ass. His cock throbbed inside of her, making her moan and bite her lip. He bit and kissed her neck roughly, sucking the soft skin there. She moaned as he nibbled her earlobes, begging for more. Arion was in control now. His cock strong and hard, he thrust himself deeper into Lena’s tight pussy, making them both moan and writhe with pleasure. He felt like he could explode into orgasm at any moment, his cock swelling escort bahcesehir inside of her, getting even thicker and harder. “Lenaaa…” he growled, attempting to warn her of his impending orgasm. The warning, however, proved to be unnecessary, as Lena’s pussy clamped around his hard shaft, squeezing him and gushing as she erupted in orgasm. He could no longer contain himself as he exploded, gasping as he pumped his hot cum into her quivering pussy. As Lena recovered, her body exhausted, Arion gently washed her body, opting to not use magic. Even in his post-orgasmic high, his master practically unconscious, he felt a tenderness toward her he had not felt in centuries. Once Lena recovered, the two went to her living room and cuddled on the love seat. She giggled at seeing the wrapping paper from yesterday folded neatly on the coffee table. Arion pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. “You wanted to ask me a question, Mis-” he paused at the expression on her face changed, despite the fact that he couldn’t even see her face. “-Lena?” he concluded, earning a smile from her. “Yes, I did…. I do.” she replied, a thought occurring to her. “How did you know that?” Arion chuckled. “I am your jynn, Lena. I exist to serve you. I know when you require an answer. But no, I can not… how did Master Jon put it…? ‘Read your mind’, I think is the phrase.” “Well, I was wondering… about this ‘creator’ you mentioned. Who or what is it?” “Oh.” He said, surprised. “Well, that is a very old story I’ve not told anyone in some time. But I suppose it starts with Thermopylae.” “Thermopylae? Isn’t that a place?” Lena asked. “Yes, Lena.” he replied. “A place in Greece just outside Sparta. I fought with the three hundred there against the Persian horde. I slew what must have been over a hundred Persians that day in the name of Sparta and of my patron goddess. All Spartan warriors pay homage to Ares, god of war, but my family came from Kalokairi, as I mentioned, and were priests and priestesses of Hecate, goddess of magic since before Sparta was founded. As I lay on the ground that day, the battle lost, I awaited Thanatos to take me to the Underworld. But…” he sighed, “I feared death more than anything. I was a coward. As I lay there bleeding into the sand, the goddess came to me.” “What?” Lena interrupted. “The goddess? The Greek gods are real, too??” Her eyes were wide and her jaw open in shock. Arion chuckled. “You believe in jynn like me, but not in the gods?” “Well, I didn’t believe in genies either until you came along….” she mumbled. “But… gods? Like… Zeus or Odin or whatever?” “Yes, Lena. The Norse gods as well. Though they are all… incarnations, I suppose, of each other. I have no idea what they all originated as. Perhaps they are all manifestations of one almighty God. Perhaps not. But yes, Lena. They exist. And the goddess came to me and asked me a question. She asked me if I was ready to die. I was not. So she made me an offer. I could die then and face my judgment in the Underworld… or… I could become a jynn. Her immortal servant. Forever to carry out her will.” Lena just absorbed that for a moment. “And for some reason, that meant granting the wishes of mortals.” Arion hesitated to continue, but Lena was desperate to know more now and her expression said as much. So Arion continued, “…I agreed, but I begged the goddess for one thing before I became her slave. I wanted the chance to avenge my brothers and my king. There was a… beylikdüzü escort an outcast… who was refused right to join the Spartan army for his deformity. Not out of cruelty, mind you. For his own good. His handicap prevented him from fighting effectively. So in vengeance, he betrayed us to the Persians in exchange for glory and wealth. Lady Hecate granted me my revenge. In the night, I found him and challenged him to combat. He was haughty from his new-found riches. Or perhaps he felt guilt over betraying my king and sought to lessen it somehow. The battle was over quickly. But I made him suffer before I slew him. He knew the pain my brothers suffered. He felt their pain and bled for all of them. He fell for what he did to my king. Then Hecate returned to me and I became a jynn.” When Arion’s story was finished, Lena was speechless. Her “dream lover” was a centuries-old Greek warrior. He had killed men. A lot of them. And he had been turned into an immortal, magical being by a goddess. It was a lot to absorb. “So… you’re telling me that you’re a… Greek soldier who got cursed into being a genie by a goddess and you’ve been moving around for a thousand years?” Lena asked, scaring herself with how bluntly she was able to ask that question. “Well, closer to two thousand, actually…” Arion began, but upon seeing Lena’s face lose even more color, he wisely stopped talking. “But yes, Mistress Lena. I was made a genie by the goddess. And I see now that immortality is more of a curse than anything, but… such is life, I suppose.” He shrugged, conjuring a glass of dark brown soda out of thin air and handing it to Lena. “Whoa! Um… thank you….” she mumbled, attempting to gain her composure. She took a sip and realized it was Pepsi. “Hey, how’d you know I-” she began, before catching the bemused look in her companion’s eyes. “Right. Genie. That’s… gonna’ take some getting used to.” “Of course, Mistress Lena.” Arion smiled. “Okay, first thing. I wish that you would stop calling me ‘Mistress Lena’ all the time.” she snapped. Pausing for a moment, she was taken aback slightly by her own snappish response. “Um… just… call me Lena from now on, okay? Even though it is kinda’ hot…” she giggled. “Consider that one a wish,” she concluded, kissing his cheek. “Your wish is my command… Lena.” Arion bowed his head with a smile. “What more do you wish of me? Do you require sustenance? Entertainment perhaps?” “Well… what if we go out for a while?” she suggested. “I can show you around, we can get to know each other…” Lena trailed off, waiting for Arion to respond. “Out where?” he asked. “I must confess, Lena, I have no idea where I am. Am I still in the country America?””Yes and no,” Lena said. “We’re in Alaska. Part of the states, but there’s… well, Canada between us and the rest of the States.”She paused when she noticed Arion looking around the room with a furrowed brow, his expression becoming more and more bewildered. “What’s wrong?” Lena asked him. “Lena…” he began slowly, trepidatiously… “…what year is it?” “2014.” “Oh my. It’s been over thirty years…. Where could I have been that no one found me?” Lena put her arms around Arion’s shoulders and just held him for a few minutes, letting him think. This woman is what I wanted back home… he thought with a pang. I could have died happy, having known someone like her. This kind of love… but no. I’m her jynn. He mentally reminded himself. She is simply… kind. This is not real love for her. I am her servant, just as I was to the others. His thoughts were interrupted, however, by a knock on the door. He and Lena looked at each other, then the door. Whoever was on the other side knocked again. “Lena?” a male voice called, “are you home? It’s me.

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