In a Bottle... Ch. 08

He shifted his weight onto her and off his wrists and sore shoulder as he savored the initial feeling of her surrounding him. This freed his hands to explore the rest of her body. His fingertips began tickling their way along her ribs before giving her erect nipples some desperately needed attention.

"Alan," she panted, "I need you."

At the sound of his name on her lips a third time, he impaled her the rest of the way with one quick stroke. She grunted her approval as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"You keep calling me that and I may keep you in here with me forever," he said as he started a slow rhythm with his hips.

"Mmmm, I could think of worse ways to spend the rest of my days," she cooed.

Alan's fingers had gotten her nipples to stiffen into a couple of rocky mountains. The thought of tasting her made his mouth water. He sucked one of them into his mouth and pinched the other firmly with his thumb and forefinger.

"Ahhh," she cried, wrapping an arm around his head and crushing his face against her breast. "Don't stop! Oh, Alan! Fuck me harder!"

And he did just that--grinding his pubic bone against her sensitive clitoris each time he hammered his cock into her. Their wanton need for each other building along with the volume of their moaning.

Alan released the seal he had on her left breast only to switch his mouth over to the right side and continue lashing at her tender nipples with his slick tongue. Misty's arms went to his hips and grabbed ahold of him, trying to get a grip so she could push back against him as he pressed his full length inside of her again and again.

"Hold on," he told her, giving her a short reprieve. "I can never go quite as deep like this."

He pulled out of her greedy pussy--even as it tried to suck him back in--and helped her bend her legs back so her knees were against her chest. With her vagina pointing lewdly up into the air in this position he wouldn't have to worry about her legs getting in the way of his hips.

"Hurry and put it back in," she whined.

"What, you mean this?" he taunted as he got back into position and slapped his cock against her wet hole a few times, enjoying the squishing sound it made. He dipped the tip inside of her to get it nice and wet again, then pulled out and rubbed it quickly back and forth across her clit.

"Oh, master, I'm so close. Please don't be so mean!" Misty thrashed her head around with the jolts of pleasure coming from her pussy.

"I liked it better when you called me Alan," he said in a tone of mock sorrow as he winked at her.

Misty caught his intention and took the bait, playing his game. She lowered her voice and slanted her eyes downward, pretending shyness.

"Alan," she said meekly, "this poor genie needs her wet little holes filled up. Aren't you going to stick your big hard cock into my drippy cunt? Don't you want to make me squirt all over you? Please? There's an itch inside that only you can scratch. Oh, Alan! Fuck your little girl's pussy. Make me cum and scream your name. I need-"

Mid-sentence, Alan grabbed Misty by the waist and sunk his cock all the way into her in a single stroke. He felt her warmth immediately contract around him, squeezing in all the right places. It was bliss.

Even after he was back inside of her, Misty kept pushing him--driving his libido higher. She knew what she was doing to him, and they both loved it.

"-you inside of me. All of you. Oh, yes! Just like that! Get it as deep as you can! I want to feel your head pressing into my womb! I need to feel your cock writhing and jerking up into my belly. I want to feel your sticky cum when it sprays all over my insides, coating my hot little pussy."

Alan was pressing deep into her, as far as he could go. With each thrust he felt the bones of his pelvis grinding against hers. The pressure was fantastic. He knew that soon he wouldn't be able to hold back and wanted to make sure that she came before he did.

Alan reached to the place in his mind where his power rested and willed an enchantment into being. Two tongues floated above them in mid-air, descending towards Misty's breasts. On his next thrust, Alan brought his body into the movement, getting his face so close to hers that their noses brushed against one another.

He leaned into a kiss--finally silencing her--just as the two bodiless tongues made contact and began lapping at her sensitive nipples.

Misty, unable to handle the barrage of sensations at once, contracted so hard when her orgasm hit that she squeezed Alan's cock out of her and began spraying jets of pussy juice all over his stomach. She threw her arms around his neck and broke their kiss to moan his name directly into his ear over and over.

When she had stopped squirting, Alan repositioned himself against her slippery entrance and pressed inside. He noticed that he didn't get in very deep. When he heard her gasp, he knew that something else was different. He turned his head to look at her and found a mix of lust and surprise in her glimmering red eyes.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"No, no, shhh," she stopped him as he tried to pull his tip back out. "It's okay, just go with it."

"But I've never done this before," he said. "I don't want to tear anything."

"Everything feels good right now. Just go slow," she reassured him.

Alan found it extremely difficult to argue with a naked genie, still glowing from her orgasm, giving him permission to push his penis farther into her ass.

With her abundant pussy juices already lubricating everything, he slid deeper inside of her. He could see her screwing up her face, try and she might to remain passive, and he slowed way down almost to a complete stop. He felt her tense muscles gradually relaxing to allow him to inch his way in.

Her hole was gripping him tighter than he thought was possible. It was almost painful, but the sensation was new and different so he kept going until, at last, he was completely inside of her.

"Oh wow! I feel so full right now," she exclaimed. "Go ahead and move a little, I think I'm getting used to you now."

Alan pulled back with a small stroke and pushed gently into her. Her muscles squeezed against him, trying to bar his entrance into her back door. As he pulled out again and slowly tried to develop a rhythm she got more adept at controlling her sphincter. She was able to loosen herself enough to keep him from hurting her when he pushed in.

After several minutes of this, they were both close to the edge. Misty's hand moved down to cover her slit and a finger disappeared inside of her pussy while her thumb stroked against her nub.

"Yesss," she hissed at him. Her finger pistoned in and out of her snatch a few more times before she quickly pulled it out and began to feverishly rub her clit. She squealed and a fountain of juices shot up into the air from between her fingers as she spread her lips open wide, letting him watch.

Alan couldn't take it any longer and unleashed his load into her butt hole. He pressed in as deep as she could take him and moaned his ecstasy. Wave after wave of hot jizz released inside of her as he emptied his balls completely.

"Oh, I can't believe you're cumming in my ass! Oh, yes! Yes! Yeeeee!" she shrieked as another orgasm hit her before the first one had completely ended.

A second spray of juices erupted from her vagina, squirting even higher than the first. Her cum arched through the air towards her body, spraying wildly across her breasts, neck, face, and the sheets. It was the most intense orgasm either of them had had in quite awhile.

Alan lowered his body down to cover hers and alternated between kissing her and licking at the droplets that covered her body. They shared her sweet juices for a time while Alan's cock softened and eventually slipped from her.

They didn't talk anymore after that. Words seemed pointless in that moment. Alan and Misty only held one another, tasting each other until the fatigue of sleep overcame them. And then there was nothing but sweet darkness.

- - -

Alan sat up and rubbed his eyes with a fist. He looked around and smiled at the sparkling sand all around him, the dark inky waves crashing against the beach, and the gulls screeching overhead.

He took in a deep breath, enjoying the cool smell of the ocean spray. He stretched back onto his beach towel lifting his arms over his head and grunted as the kinks in his muscles uncoiled slowly. It felt good to stretch after he woke up from a nap.

He glanced beside him at the four unoccupied towels and wondered where the girls had ran off to. He looked up into the blue sky and watched the lazy clouds floating by. He would go look for the genies in a minute if they didn't return. He loved relaxing on the sand.

It was the strangest thing though. He couldn't remember driving to the beach again.

Realization dawned on him suddenly--he hadn't driven to the beach.

Alan released all of his enchantments. He felt like the floor had suddenly dropped out from under him. The beach vanished; he was back in the second bedroom of his apartment. Alan felt the blood draining from his face and struggled to stay standing. A combination of drawing magic from the Earth and the knowledge of what he had done had him teetering on the edge of passing out. Without warning he vomited instead. Chunks of some forgotten meal came up in waves of orange and yellow as he heaved. He stopped to catch his breath, the sudden nausea fading a little. He looked at the puddle he had made.

It was dripping through the floor.

He released all of his enchantments a second time, and then a third. Each time he felt another fraction of his mind let go and his world shifted again. How long had he been doing this to himself? It was like a spider's web built by the most clever engineer in the world. He had layered illusions on top of illusions.

Was this magic a gift or a curse? Why had he done this to himself? Was he building a better life or just a more comfortable prison?

When he tried to let go of his enchantments and could no longer feel any change he looked around. He was in his room in his apartment, vomit dripping off the edge of his bed and onto the carpet. He grabbed his shirt from the floor, wiped his mouth on it, and went to find another person. He needed an anchor in reality. He had to know what was real...

Lucky was the first one he spotted. She was at the end of the hall watching TV from the kitchen. He immediately rushed over, grabbed her shoulders, and spun her so she was facing him and he knew that he had her undivided attention. She whipped her head around in surprise and reflexively placed a hand against his chest to keep him at bay, unsure of who was grabbing her so roughly.

"Are you an illusion? A computer program? An elaborate dream?" He shot questions at her quicker than she could hope to follow, let alone respond. "Are we dead? Are you my imagination? Am I yours? How deep does the rabbit hole go? I have to know!" His head was still spinning. He reached out a hand to hold onto the counter, steadying himself.

"Master?" Lucky asked in a small voice, scanning his eyes, a look of genuine fright consuming her features.

"Lucky!" He gasped through the panic, his hand tangled in a knot of her shirt as he twisted it trying to pull her closer, taking deep breaths to stave off the nausea. "Am I real?"

It was the least sane question he had ever seriously asked another human being. Human being? He scoffed at the thought. She wasn't even that. He was talking to a djinn.

"Master, I am s-"

Without warning she vanished, leaving Alan off balance and grabbing at the air. She was just there and then... wasn't. Alan glanced around in a futile attempt to search for her, but Lucky was gone. In fact, it appeared that he was completely alone, the droning of the TV his only companion.

"Great," he moaned out loud, suppressing another gag with a hard swallow. "I knew it. This was all too good to be true. Magic isn't real. Genies aren't real. None of it. I'm certifiable."

He leaned back against the counter and let his weight drag him slowly to the floor until he was in a sitting position. He rested his forehead on one knee, panting. It seemed to help the urge to vomit dissipate. He burped a few times and waited until the spinning finally stopped. He took a few deep breaths and lifted his head up. He discovered his pant leg was wet with tears. He hadn't even known he was crying. At least the nausea had subsided.

'When do crazy people really know they're crazy?' he thought, watching a tear drip down the bridge of his nose before wiping it away with a sleeve. 'Is there always some kind of revelation? A complete breakdown that shakes their very foundation as a human being? Maybe not. Perhaps I'm lucky. Maybe when you're really bonkers you don't ever get out--don't ever realize that the person on the other side of the mirror was actually you all along. At least I can accept this now and move on.'

He heard something then. Voices coming from nearby. They were muffled, coming from behind the wall. He chose to ignore them. He knew now that he had to face reality. He needed to dismiss them. They were nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

The door to the second bedroom opened.

"Master?" Misty's voice was a solitary note of concern.

Alan remained silent, afraid that speaking to her might shatter the illusion. He wanted so badly for her to be real. Knowing the truth was like pulling long shards of jagged glass out of his heart. Perhaps it would be better to pretend just awhile longer...

"Alan?" She tried again.

Misty's slender form stepped into the doorway with reservation. As she looked down at him three other heads appeared behind her watching over her shoulder, concern painted plainly upon their faces.

"Lucky tells us that you may be having somewhat of an... episode?"

"Lucky isn't real, and neither are you," Alan murmured dejectedly. "If she were real, she couldn't just vanish like that. It's all smoke and shadows. Mind games. I made the whole thing up. One elaborate fantasy."

"There are no mind games. I called the harem to me in order to protect them. I heard you yelling and was worried that the magi had returned. We are here," she said to him, her voice barely above a whisper as she entered the room. "Just tell me what you need. You are not alone."

In his blind psychosis, Alan had forgotten that Misty could also summon the harem.

A rush of euphoria suddenly swept away his anxiety, but the two emotions got tangled up somewhere around his windpipe. He was left choking on a large knot. Alan didn't know whether he wanted to cry, burst out laughing, or do both at once.

He took several deep breaths and then reminded himself not to hyperventilate. He held his breath for a moment before a single involuntary chuckle bubbled up and forced its way out. He could not stop smiling.

And that was it. It was like watching a volcano erupt. He was helpless to stop it as the great shaking bouts of belly laughter overtook him. Alan rolled from his seated position onto his side on the floor and just cut loose.

"I- I-" he tried to get out between gasps of breath. "Ha ha ha! I am so...!"

The four genies made their way closer and huddled around him, crouching down to check on him.

"No, I'm fine," he waved his arm in the air at them. "I just- ha ha! I can't believe... I forgot my own wish! Ha! Ha ha- Ahhh! Idiot!"

Soon his infectious laughter had them all grinning at him, the brief moment of panic now mostly forgotten. He carried on laughing like a maniac until his sides began to ache and he was forced to stop.

"Hum... Lucky, I'm sorry," he said. "I don't know what happened. That was probably more scary than anything the magi have put me through."

"What exactly did happen, master?" Magik asked.

"I honestly have no idea myself," he answered. Then--realizing how hungry he was in spite of the lingering taste of vomit in his mouth--he asked, "what time is it?"

"Master, it has been almost 18 hours since I left your room," Lucky told him.

"Good grief. I must have needed the sleep," he said. "Something happened. I think I was dreaming and somehow my magic overtook the dream. I don't know. The illusions tried to make it real."

"You used your illusions to perpetuate a dream?" Magik asked.

"No," Alan took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down further. "It wasn't anything that I did. My mind created illusions without my conscious direction. I was on the beach again but something was wrong. I think there was some little detail that was missing in the illusion. I could tell that it wasn't real somehow. But it wasn't just one illusion. They were... layered. Just like the illusions I made in my fight against that mage. Jeff. My mind is turning on itself, trying to trap me."

"Master," Magik touched him on the side of his face to get him to look up into her eyes. "You have the strongest magic of any human that I have met. I have never heard of this effect happening before, but I do believe that it could just be a side effect. You are becoming more accustomed to channeling the magic of the Earth. Perhaps your body subconsciously craves that feeling now and while you were sleeping it reached out and began randomly crafting illusions."

"This feels like more than just an unforeseen side effect. This could alter the course of my life. This could separate me from my sanity," he said. "I need a better understanding of things. After all that I saw between the magi and Kaelac yesterday--was it yesterday? Whenever it happened--I was reminded again of how little I know about magic. They study it every day. Tomes and scattered pages that fill an entire room. Kaelac lives magic. A master genie actually consumes magic just to stay alive. All djinni do. Did you know that?"

"Yes, master. It is a basic part of our life, just like eating is for you," Magik replied. The other genies nodded at his question. "How long did you speak with... Kaelac you said?"

"Yeah, Kaelac. It's short for Kaela'cari Kreshitharis. Kresh'thari? Something that I can't remember. I'll have to ask the next time I see him. Her. It? Does a master genie have a gender, by the way?"

In a very human gesture, Misty shrugged at him.

"None of us have ever encountered one," she said.

"Anyway, the first time we talked it was about ten or fifteen minutes, that day the five of us went to the beach," Alan said. Then he turned to Misty and asked, "Did you tell them what I told you last night?"

"Yes, master. I told them about how you spoke with the master who melded us, volunteered to save our entire race from the fate of having our magical links broken, received an oculus, and went to fight the magi. You never discussed the details of how you got a hole in your shoulder, blisters on your chest, or any of the rest of it."

Alan remembered the oculus and grabbed for it around his neck. His hand caught nothing but air. It wasn't there. He jumped up and rushed into his bedroom where he remembered taking it off. His genies chased after him, worried that he might be having another panic attack.

They all piled into his bedroom. Alan looked all over his bed and on his bedside table before falling to his knees and searching the floor. His hands hit something spherical and he saw the oculus go rolling a couple of feet before the chain dragged it to a stop. The four genies all took a half step back when they saw it rolling towards them. In his disoriented flailing while getting out of bed he must have knocked it on the floor. He picked it up and placed it back around his neck.

"Sorry, Kaelac," he muttered as he sat down on the edge of his bed, "I didn't mean to keep you in the dark for so long."

He glanced over at the genies, each one wearing a unique look of bewilderment on her face, and patted the bed next to him.