Goetic Justice 2

The Djinni poured more of the oil on him, this time upending the bottles directly onto his back and spreading it. They knew their craft well, their dexterous fingers setting his nerves alight with pleasure. They applied just enough pressure in just the right places, their skillful hands anointing him with the perfumed liquid.

When they were finished, they flipped him over onto his back again, Ryan looking up at the opulently dressed Djinni as they sat on the bed around him. He was coated in a sheen of the oil now, making his skin slippery and shiny, and he smelled like frankincense. Oddly, the liquid did not rub off on the sheets as one would have expected, perhaps there was some magick involved.

He was a little disappointed that their massage was over so soon. Apart from when he was under the influence of Seirim magick, he had never felt so relaxed, his body instilled with a pleasant ache. What was going to happen next? He propped himself up on his elbows, looking around to see where everyone was. Gamori was still staring at him from her seat on her camel, her blue eyes piercing through the twilight like a pair of burning sapphires. Nahash was standing nearby, watching the scene, and her sisters still lurked near the edge of the clearing.

He wasn't used to this, there were so many people watching him, it made him feel exposed.

Another snap of Gamori's fingers rang out through the clearing, and the Djinni began to move at her command. A dozen blue-skinned hands pushed him back down onto the mattress, and one of the women swung a leg over him, straddling his chest.

Her skin was the color of faded denim, her long, dark hair reaching the small of her back. Her lips were tinted a darker shade of purple, as were her cheeks, as if the blood that was causing her to blush was another shade of blue. She was slim and athletic, lightly muscled to give her an alluring definition without being too powerfully built, her thighs soft and her hips flared. His eyes were drawn to her subtle abdominal muscles as they moved and flexed beneath her oddly colored skin, her navel adorned with a piercing, a golden chain dangling from it with a teardrop-shaped emerald on one end. There were golden bands decorated with floral patterns and beautiful, inlaid jewels that were wrapped around all four of her upper arms and her neck, her ears and nose pierced with numerous gold rings.

She wore a similar outfit as her counterparts, like that of a belly dancer. Her insubstantial skirt flowed over his torso as she sat atop him, the silky material tickling his skin. Her top was covered in sequins and coins, with barely enough fabric to conceal her chest. Her cleavage was clearly visible, her breasts paling in comparison to those of the well-endowed Seirim but pert and shapely none the less.

He watched with wide eyes as she reached a single pair of her four arms behind her back, releasing a clasp on her brazier and letting it fall away. She discarded the piece of clothing, letting her firm breasts hang free, biting her pierced lip as she gazed down at him.

Even her nipples were pierced, the gold rings linked by an ornate chain that was itself decorated with precious stones. It looked heavy, uncomfortable, but the Djinn showed no signs of discomfort as she reached down and gripped his wrists. She brought his hands up to her boobs and encouraged him to grope them, releasing her hold on him when he got the message, Ryan beginning to knead and squeeze.

They were perfect handfuls, soft and malleable, but firm enough to provide an enticing amount of resistance. He sank his fingers into them, her flesh spilling between his digits, feeling her hard nipples pressing into his palms. He was worried that he might hurt her, accidentally tugging on the chain or catching her piercings, but the creature didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it when he touched the golden rings, the Djinn's hips beginning to move as she straddled him.

He let one of his hands roam lower, gliding across her glass-smooth skin and tracing the subtle contours of her abs. Rather than a six-pack, she had two rows of less defined muscle. They were still firm and pleasant to the touch, flexing and twisting as his fingertips brushed them. He followed the curve of her hip, his fingers sinking into her flesh, it was distributed to all the right places.

She reached down and unfastened her flowing skirt, letting it slough down her thighs, exposing more of her azure skin. Beneath it, she wore a thin ribbon of almost transparent, blue fabric. The floaty material just barely concealed her nethers, hanging between her legs like a kind of loincloth, her smooth mound peeking above it. Ryan could swear that he had seen a glint of gold, did she have piercings down there too?

Her fellow Djinni seemed immensely entertained by what was happening, sitting and kneeling on the mattress around him as they watched. He could hear them whispering and giggling to each other, not knowing whether they were excited or if they were merely mocking him. He didn't understand whatever language they were speaking.

The Djinn who was straddling him gazed down at him with her amber eyes, very nearly the same shade of gold as her jewelry, her smile distinctly seductive. There were some things that didn't need a shared language to be easily communicated. She took his hand in hers and guided it towards her hip, where the gossamer fabric was secured with a golden clasp, letting him unfasten it. The blue material fell away, so light that it floated on the air, and she leaned back a little so that he could get a better view of her loins.

She was anatomically similar to a normal woman, there was nothing unusual or out of place save for the purple color of her lips and vulva. She looked sore and swollen, her flushed sex dripping a stream of clear fluid onto his torso, ready and wanting. She used her fingers to spread it open, exposing the glistening, wet flesh within. She was indeed pierced down there, there was a golden barbel piercing through her clitoral hood, the beads encrusted with tiny rubies that stood out against her dark skin. He reached out to touch her, but she slapped his hand away, laughing at his confused expression.

Ensuring that he was paying attention, she slipped one of her slim fingers into her opening, Ryan watching it slowly vanish up to the knuckle. He could hear the wet sounds that it was making, the Djinn sighing and moaning softly as she stimulated herself. His mouth was watering, his member erect and aching as she put on a sordid display for him. Like teasing a dog with the promise of a treat, she was just out of reach. She kneaded her breasts with two of her hands, the third moving up towards her mouth, slipping a finger past her full lips. She sucked on it, flashes of her purple tongue visible as she licked, keeping those yellow eyes fixed on him the whole while.

Her counterparts snickered and laughed, amused by his conspicuous arousal and frustration. The demon withdrew her digit from her loins, her blue skin now coated in a sheen of clear fluid, a sagging strand of her juices linking it to her splayed lips. She leaned forward to take his face in her hand, sliding the wet finger into his mouth and making him taste her.

She lingered for a few moments, smirking as he played his tongue over her digit. She tasted sour, feminine. There was no Seirim magic here to make her taste of passion fruit and pineapple, but it hardly mattered, he was too aroused to care.

She pulled away, biting her pierced lip, beginning to rock her hips back and forth enticingly. Ryan was going crazy, he felt like there was a bomb inside him that was about to explode. The other demons had never kept him wanting like this, they got right down to business. Was this the catch? Were these Djinni just here to torment him?

He jerked as he felt something touch his cock, the Djinn blocking his view. She giggled at him, glancing over her shoulder, her raven hair flowing like a waterfall. One of the other demons was stroking his erection, brushing it ever so lightly with her fingertips, sparks of pleasure coursing through his body. The teasing had made him so sensitive, it was maddening. It might have been more than one, but it was hard to tell, the number of hands that they possessed was throwing him off.

She ran her nails across his belly and thighs, making him buck and flinch, the weight of the Djinn who was sitting on him keeping him pinned to the bed. He felt soft fingers tickle his balls, sliding up and down his shaft, never applying enough pressure to do anything more than frustrate him. She paused at the tip, wetting her finger with his leaking precome, and began to make slow circles on his exposed glans. His hips moved of their own accord, thrusting as they tried to seek out more stimulation, but there was none to be had.

He felt more hands on his body, the Djinni closing in around him. They rubbed his chest and shoulders, the oil that still coated his skin making their touch slimy, grabbing his thighs and cupping his balls in their warm palms. Their attentions were growing more aggressive and sexual, the innumerable sensations overwhelming him and making stars dance before his eyes. It felt as though every nerve in his body had been kicked into overdrive, his frustration mingling with the probing of their questing fingers.

He felt like a single firm pump would get him off right now, but they seemed to be purposefully avoiding it, laughing and whispering as his member jumped and twitched at their touch.

The one who was straddling him slid forward, her blue thighs coming to rest around his head, cushioning his red face. Her skin was as smooth as polished metal, her flesh as soft as butter, Ryan unable to help himself as he mouthed and kissed their surface. They were so cool against his flushed cheeks. The Djinn reached down to run her many fingers through his hair, her feminine scent filling his nose as her drooling loins waited just out of reach. Was she going to make him beg? If they kept up this torture for very much longer, he might stoop that low.

His blue-skinned partner had other things in mind, however, sliding forward and bumping her crotch against his face. Their lips met like a sordid kiss, Ryan tasting her flavor on his tongue as he began to lap. The demon seemed pleased, an appreciative tremor passing through her body, her grip on his hair growing tighter as she encouraged him with gentle tugs.

She was so much smaller than Nahash or Vapula, he was able to cover her entire vulva with his tongue as he dragged it between her purple labia, her sticky excitement clinging to his skin. She was warm to the touch, he could feel the heat that her body radiated, her slippery flesh nearly hot enough to scald him.

He traced the folds of her loins with his tongue, eager and wanton, hoping that he might be rewarded in some way for his efforts. The Djinni kept up their stroking and teasing, keeping him on edge, the intensity of his arousal fogging his brain. It was such a strange sensation to want to come so badly but to be unable to do so. It was becoming more than simple arousal, it was a burning need, one that had to be sated at any cost.

The Djinn began to grind her sex against his face, her juices dripping down his chin, Ryan increasing his pace in an attempt to keep up with her. At least she wasn't batting his hands away now, he could run them all over her, one of them sliding up her back while the other took a generous handful of her springy ass.

He could feel the toned muscle beneath the layer of fat, firm and shapely. He could have bounced a coin off her cheek. Her spine twisted beneath his palm as she writhed, his fingers following the long channel that it carved in her back. It was so different from Nahash's boundless flesh, nothing like Vapula's brawn and sinew, the Djinn was soft in some places and firm in others.

He glanced up between her blue thighs, the dangling jewel on the end of the chain that hung from her navel bumping into his nose as she rocked her hips. He could see her abdominal muscles shifting beneath her skin, her perky breasts bouncing gently with every thrust. She almost looked like she was dancing, her four hands roaming all over her body in a sensuous display. She squeezed her breasts, the handfuls of yielding flesh deforming as she kneaded, her fingers roaming up and down her belly as she enjoyed his lurid attentions.

She hooked the chain that connected her twin nipple piercings with her finger, tugging it gently so that it pulled them, her spine arching as a salacious moan escaped her purple lips. Far from being uncomfortable, she seemed to enjoy the sensation, the metal rings penetrating tissue that was rich in sensitive nerve endings. She gave it a second, harder tug and Ryan felt her thighs clench around his head. One of her hands rested on his thigh to support her as she leaned back, another gripping his hair to keep him close.

His tongue was slick with her slimy juices and his own saliva, playing across her vulva with quick flicks and glances. He roamed higher, searching for her most sensitive spot, and tasted metal. It was the piercing on her hood, the protective skin that shielded her clitoris. He gave it an experimental prod with his tongue and felt her tense. Just like with her nipple piercings, did she enjoy this too? These Djinni were kinky, even by demon standards...

He pressed his lips around her protective skin, batting the barbel piercing with strokes of his tongue as he sucked, drawing out her clitoris. It was swollen, needy, her body tensing as he dragged his slippery organ across the firm nub of flesh. She tightened her hold on his hair, stinging his scalp with her tugging, her legs beginning to tremble around his cheeks.

Her strong reaction was encouraging, so he trapped it between his lips and began to slowly paint it, giving the demon a taste of her own medicine. Her thrusting became less measured, irregular, the Djinn apparently enjoying his teasing. He circled her engorged bud with his tongue, mouthing as he went, lapping at her vulva and ensuring that not an inch of her intimate anatomy was left unscathed.

Some of the other Djinni were watching intently now, one of them leaning close to peer at him as he ate out her counterpart, near enough that her curtain of dark hair tickled his face.

Was he getting good at this? He might be, Nahash had given him an absurd amount of practice. It was hard to deny her one of her favorite sexual activities when she could use her powers to make it taste like all of the fruits of paradise had been combined into an ambrosial cocktail. It was nice to get one-up on these demons for once, he wasn't just a puppet that they could do as they pleased with, a living battery.

He noticed more hands sliding across the Djinn's body. It seemed that the others were joining in, perhaps sensing that she was getting close. They sidled up beside her, creeping up on her from behind, Ryan feeling his member brush against someone's butt as they straddled him to get nearer to their sister. They subjected her to much the same treatment as they had Ryan, their questing fingers roaming across her slim body to massage and stroke. Half a dozen hands crawled across her toned belly, using their pointed nails and the tips of their fingers to tease her, Ryan feeling her flinch and buck with every touch. Each hand had a slightly different assortment of rings and bracelets, encrusted with different jewels and decorated in different styles.

They cupped her breasts, squeezing like they were shaping fresh dough, pinching her discolored nipples and tugging gently on the chain that linked them. A pair of yellow eyes appeared over her shoulder in the gloom, Ryan watching with envy as the Djinn began to gently bite and kiss the nape of her neck, running her puffy lips from her shoulder to her ear. She pinched her earlobe between her teeth, smirking as the subject of their cruel attentions squirmed.

They stroked her thighs, tracing her hips with their fingertips, playing her beleaguered body like she was some kind of musical instrument. It wasn't hard to imagine what she was feeling, every kiss and stroke plucking at her nerves like the strings of a harp, the twitching of her muscles and the beads of sweat that welled on her azure skin giving it away. Even the Seirim seemed more focused on him than one another when they involved him in their escapades, but these demons were almost as interested in each other as they were their quarry.

It was undeniably arousing, and perhaps that was its purpose, to further excite him until he went insane from uncontrollable lust.

The Djinn who had snuck up behind the one who he was presently engaged in servicing reached around her sister's front, gripping her face in her hand and angling it back. She met her in a deep and wanton kiss over her shoulder, their shiny, purple lips interlocking as Ryan watched from his prone position. They were so shameless, unrestrained, flashes of wet tongue visible as they embraced. The Djinn leaned back against her attacker, moaning softly between the eager strokes of her sister's purple organ, overcome by the waves of pleasure that were no doubt tearing through her nubile body.

Three hands slid down towards her loins, fighting for space with Ryan's tongue as they began to rub and stroke. They filled her opening with fingers, splaying her wide as they dug deep inside her, her juices spilling around the invading digits. More hands gripped her hips, yet more sneaking around her thighs until her entire lower body was obscured. Ryan was ousted as someone began to polish her clitoris, wetting their fingers with her slimy fluids, their digits a blur as they rubbed violently.

Ryan could only watch as his partner toppled backwards into their embrace, leaning against one of the Djinni as she desperately fucked her sister's fingers. The arching of her spine and her pained gasping grew in tempo, her feet scrambling for purchase on the silken sheets to either side of his head, the rings that decorated her toes and the ornamental anklets that she wore clattering together. He could no longer see her loins, hidden as they were by a mass of wriggling fingers. One of the Djinni kneeled beside them on the bed, reaching out to tug at the jeweled chain that linked her companion's nipples, smirking at her reaction.

She came hard, her body convulsing, beads of glistening sweat coating her blue skin as she burned with the exertion of it. A torrent of clear fluid escaped past the many fingers that were buried up to the knuckle inside her, the Djinni keeping up their torment to ease out every last pulse of her climax. Gradually she began to relax, panting as a few stray aftershocks rippled through her, the many fingers sliding out of her twitching passage along with a sagging web of stringy fluid that fell to Ryan's chest.

They abruptly rolled her off him, the Djinn lying on her side on the bed next to him as she caught her breath, her eyes closed and a wide smile curling her lips. She seemed satisfied, one of her hands sneaking between her thighs to rub out a couple more twinges of pleasure.

Now that his view wasn't blocked, Ryan could see the other Djinni who surrounded him on the bed, a dozen pairs of glowing eyes peering down at him excitedly. They whispered to each other, talking behind their hands and glancing at him, perhaps discussing what to do with him next. His erection was standing in the air prominently, beating like a heart, jumping with every throb of blood that coursed through it. One of them leaned in to prod it with her finger, her companions laughing as he grimaced.

Wondering what would happen if he took initiative, he tried to sit up, but he immediately felt hands on his shoulders and chest as the crowd of women forced him to lie back down. What was their purpose? How was Gamori benefiting from this in any way? If his sexual fluids contained the energy that she needed, then why was she letting her subordinates do all the work? Could they transfer the energy to her somehow? The exact mechanics were a mystery to him.