The Battered Lamp Ch. 02

The Servant of Desire

South Hill, WA -- Wednesday, January 15th -- 2014

Aaliyah watched her new husband sleep. When she had entered the lamp and fallen into a deep slumber a thousand years ago, she had expected it to last, perhaps, a fortnight before she was joined with her bridegroom. She glanced at her lamp still sitting on Kyle's dresser. It was no longer the gleaming lamp she remembered, but was battered and pitted with age.

What journey did we travel? How did we cross half the world?

Sahabah -- 1156 AD

The Sultan of the Unseen Realm Rashid bin Al-Marid, Master of the Djinn, absorbed the spies' words as he sat upon his sapphire throne in the heart of Sahabah, the greatest city in both the Seen and Unseen Realms. He was silent for many heartbeats, then turned to the beautiful Ifrit kneeling before his throne. He considered her for more heartbeats, his ancient face twitching as he thought, his hands stroking his long, white beard. He had expected this news for three hundred years, ever since that twisted crone had pronounced her prophecy. If he could, he would have every last member of the Jann put to death for their insolence. Alas, laws stronger than death bound his race, and he could not shed their blood without...consequences.

"Zaritha, see that the Jann whore does not reach this mortal," he rumbled like the sea pounding a rocky cliff; power filled his voice.

A smile appeared on the Ifrit's lips, her eyes glowing red with her inner fire.

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Baghdad -- 1156 AD

"I am entrusting the greatest flower of the Jann to you," Kalsom binti Abdullah pronounced, her eyes hard as flint despite the millennia that had aged her to a withered crone.

"I will take ten men and travel night and day to reach Mosul," promised Wafi as the Jann crone placed the brass lamp into his hands. "Allah willing, I will not fail."

The crone nodded, then vanished in a cloud of yellow dust.

Wafi and his ten men rode hard across the lands, traveling northwest from Baghdad, the mother of cities. On their third day, the Crusaders found them. Wafi cursed his bad luck--the Crusaders never traveled this far from the Levant--and drew his scimitar, spurring his horse at the damned infidels. A knight led them, heavily armored, and Wafi's scimitar scraped off the metal plates of the knight's breastplate.

The knight's sword opened a cut in Wafi's side. He toppled to the sand. He tried to command his limbs to move; they ignored him. The knight dismount, armor clanging, and approached Wafi. He couldn't see the knight's face past his visor. The knight bent down, opening the satchel at Wafi's waist. He tried to protest, but his life was bleeding out, and his body was rebelling against his commands.

I failed her, Wafi thought as the knight picked up the brass lamp, then the darkness took Wafi.

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Acre -- 1160 AD

Alphonse of Toulouse fingered the brass lamp as his boat slipped anchor, heading out into the Mediterranean to take the knight home. The lamp vexed him. He could sense there was something important about it. A Moorish spell had been placed upon it. He was certain of it--the column of fire had led him to those Moslems for a reason.

For this lamp.

The voyage was long, boring, and puzzling over the lamp occupied his time.

As they sailed past Sicily, a storm rose up, howling with all the rage of Hell. Alphonse almost imagined a woman's voice in the wind, laughing in malicious delight. The ship's keel broke, and the knight sank beneath the waves, clutching the lamp. His dying thoughts were full of frustration--he had never unraveled the lamp's secret.

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South Hill, Washington -- Thursday, January 16th, 2014

The loud, annoying, repetitive beep of Kyle's alarm woke him. He rolled over, slapping at the clock. Only his hand fell short, landing upon a warm, soft lump that gasped. A person... Kyle's thoughts tried to ponder that--

He bolted upright. There was a woman in his bed.

Aaliyah, his wife, smiled at him as she rubbed sleep from her dusky face. His heart sped up as the blanket slipped down to reveal her round, firm tits topped with hard, dark nipples. He tried to remember that he had a girlfriend named Christy. A beautiful girlfriend. But the sight of those breasts--

"How would you like to be satisfied, Kyle?" she purred, stretching. "My mouth, my pussy, or maybe someone else. Your sister perhaps, or your mother? Maybe your girlfriend Christy? I could arrange for Megan again. Name the woman, and she'll be eager to please you, my love."

Her fingers grasped his hard wood, polishing it with skilled hands. He fought off his baser urges. Fucking his mother and sister was wrong, it was incest. He desperately wanted to make love to his girlfriend, but he wanted Christy to be willing, not because his genie-wife had made it happen. Other women popped into his head: Ms. Franklin, his biology professor from last quarter with her fiery-red hair and low-cut blouses; or Toni from his math class, a gorgeous cheerleader with a petite body and dark-red hair; and the very lovely Carla Taylor from his gym class that always looked amazing in her tight sweatpants. There were dozens of girls at his college he had jerked off to before.

He could have them all.

No. It's wrong. They should have a choice. Not forced to please me because of a wish. Right? Aaliyah's hand stroked harder, rubbing his cock's head, and it became harder and harder to remember that as the blood roared in his veins.

Megan seemed to enjoy herself last night, his lust whispered. What was the harm? He almost relented, imagining Ms. Capelo, his busty English professor, wrapping her luscious tits around his cock.

"I want you," he moaned, pushing down his dark desires. "On top!"

He always wanted a woman to ride him, but he always hoped it would be Christy mounting him. Aaliyah beamed, gracefully moving into position. Her full breasts heaved as she straddled him, her hands guiding his wood to her shaved pussy. She felt amazing, like wet, warm silk as she rubbed his tip against her nether lips, then she found the entrance to her sheath and sank down on him, engulfing him in Nirvana--slick, tight Nirvana.

"Oh, my love!" she sighed. "Thank you for choosing me!"

"You're welcome." What else could he say? "Ride me!"

"Yes, yes," she gasped.

Her breasts were beautiful as they rose and fell and jiggled and swayed. The mattress squeaked and Aaliyah squealed. He reached up, squeezing those lush orbs, perky and pliant and soft. Her nipples were hard. She gasped when he pinched them, her cunt constricting on his cock.

"Your cock is stirring me up!" she purred.

There was a sudden knock at his door. "Hurry up and finish, Kyle!" Faiza called. "You have to get ready for school! It's more important than fu...being with your wife!"

It was surreal that his mom accepted Aaliyah and their relationship thanks to his wish. "Yes, Mother," Aaliyah answered. "I'll see that he's ready."

"I knew I could count on you, dear."

Aaliyah laughed then picked up her rhythm. She looked down, her dark eyes full of lust. "Cum in me, my love! Let my pussy bring you to satisfaction!"

Kyle's balls were boiling. Her pussy was wet, warm, wonderful silk. His body tensed and his passion erupted into her. She shuddered, gasping, her pussy massaging the cum out of his balls. He groaned as his cum shot into her depths. She milked him, gathering his lust as the pleasure shot through him.

Then she slumped over him and he couldn't help kissing her.

She really is wonderful.

"I love you, Kyle," she murmured.

"I... I love you, too." The guilt returned. He loved Christy, right? He missed her, and he badly wanted to see his girlfriend, and yet a part of him wanted to stay with Aaliyah. His thoughts were too confused, and Aaliyah's lithe body atop him only fueled his turmoil.

"I could stay like this all day, my husband," she sighed, nuzzling his neck.

"Yeah," he answered. "But I have to take a shower and all."

"Of course," she beamed, then stood up and held out her hand. "Shall we."

"Shall we what?" he asked in confusion.

"Shower. Since you have no concubines, I'll attend you."

He took her soft hand and she helped him up. He grabbed a robe, and she genied one for herself out of thin air. They walked to the small bathroom. It was an old house, and there was only one bathroom, a small, cramped affair with a shower-tub combo, a toilet, and a porcelain sink on a stand underneath a medicine cabinet.

"How delightful," Aaliyah purred when she stepped into the spray, her dusky body shiny with moisture. "There are some remarkable things in your land."

His cock hardened, and he grunted and joined her in the shower. She looked around in confusion, so he grabbed his bottle of AXE body wash. But she caught on quick. Her hands were soft and gentle as she soaped his body, starting at his chest, and working her way down his stomach.

"So strong," she purred, tracing his muscles.

"Thanks." He reached out, rubbing soapy hands on her stomach. "You're very beautiful."

Her face darkened with her blush, and then her hands found his cock. She washed him while his hands slid up to her breasts. Only to wash them. Kyle knew it was a lie, but they felt so soft in his hand. He couldn't help himself. They both were smiling as they fondled each other, his cock erect, and the thought of Aaliyah on her knees in the shower blowing him popped into his mind.

As you wish, my husband. He had forgotten she could read his thoughts.

She dropped to her knees, sucking his cock into her mouth, her dark hair matted to her beautiful face by the water spray. He groaned, closing his eyes and enjoying her wonderful mouth on his cock. He could grow to like this morning routine.

Someone banged on the bathroom door. "C'mon, Kyle!" Fatima shouted. They were the same age, and she had been a brat to him since they were kids. And it didn't stop when he moved in a few years ago. At nineteen, she was just as bratty as at ten. "Other people live in this house!"

"In a minute!" Then, softer, he growled, "Suck harder, Aaliyah."

She did.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned. His hips jerked, and he started slowly fucking her mouth. He stroked her wet hair, savoring her tongue swirling round his cock, brushing his sensitive tip as the suction of her mouth seemed to go straight to his balls, drawing his cum out.

"Gonna cum!" he groaned.

He unleashed a tide of white into her lips and she drank it all down.

"Thanks!" he sighed, a smile growing on his face as the euphoria slowly--

"Get out now! I have to pee!" shouted Fatima.

"Maybe we should finish up," Kyle laughed.

"Maybe," Aaliyah nodded

Suddenly the shower turned off and they were clean and dry. Kyle laughed--the shower was completely unnecessary. But it had been fun. He pulled on his bathrobe, and opened the bathroom door to find his little sister glowering at him wrapped in a pink robe that was half-open, teasing Kyle with a view of her small breasts. They sure seemed lovely. His little sister loved to tease him with her flesh then call him a pervert for staring.

"It's bad enough you kept me up all night with your fucking, but now you hog all the hot water!" she snapped.

"Sorry," he said, then glanced at Aaliyah.

She smiled and nodded. "You'll have all the hot water you need, sister."

Fatima shook her head and pushed past Kyle and Aaliyah into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. A moment later, the shower hissed on.

"She's horny," Aaliyah purred. "If you were to go in there, she would welcome your affections. I can feel her desire. She's using the shower head to pleasure herself."

Kyle pictured his dusky-skinned sister, her budding breasts heaving, as she rubbed the shower head between her thighs. He pushed down his desire. "No, I got to get to college."

"Of course," she answered. "And I'll attend to the house and learn more about your strange kingdom."

"Country," he corrected.

"How curious," she mused, then gave him a kiss on the lips that set his heart beating and his cock swelling. She pressed her groin against his crotch. "Do you need relief?"

He adjusted his pants. "No. I gotta go." He fled the house, grabbing a bagel on the way out.

His thoughts were so full of Aayliah and Christy, guilt warring with lust, that he missed a turn and was half-way to Rogers College before he remembered that he was supposed to give his friend a ride to school. When he pulled up at his best friend's house, he was ten minutes late. Britney glared at him through her thick glasses. They had been best friends ever since the fifth grade when they had been paired together for a science fair project. Kyle had been surprised that she chose dinky Rogers College over all the ivy league schools she could have attended.

"You are late," she declared as she slammed the passenger door. "We are going to be late! I cannot be late, Kyle!"

Kyle shrugged. "It won't wreck your chance to be valedictorian, Britney."

She adjusted the thick rims of her glasses that seemed to cover most of her freckled face. She was dressed in her usual, frumpy clothes--baggy sweatshirt, loose pants, and a heavy, blue jacket--her thick, brown hair barely combed, making her head resemble a bird's nest. "If we are late, I will not help you with your Math homework."

"You wouldn't!" Kyle gasped with mock outrage.

Her gaze was level. "You will never graduate if you do not keep your grade point average up."

"My grades are fine, Britney."

"And does not the military demand that you keep satisfactory grades?"

Kyle was a member of the Reserve Officers' Training Corps for the US Army and they paid for his college so long as he agreed to join the Army afterward. "The military doesn't have a problem with my grades."

She peered at him and he shifted nervously. She had a direct, piercing gaze, very clinical. He felt like a bug being examined beneath a microscope--a paramecium. "There is something different about you."

"Why would you say that?" he tried to sound causal. He failed.

"Did your date with Christy go bad?" She cocked her head.

"Yeah, her sorority called and--"

"What is that scent about you?" She inhaled. "Jasmine and...sandalwood?"

"Well..."

Then she punched his arm, catching him by surprise. He winced.

"Who is she?"

"Um..."

"You have had coitus recently, and not with Christy."

"I..."

"Men are such pigs! I thought you loved her. She will be crushed."

Kyle was surprised by Britney's vehemence. She never had been happy that he dated Christy, though he never pried the why out of his friend. This reaction caught him completely off guard. "It's not like that. She's..." My wife, he wanted to say. A thousand-year-old Genie whom I inadvertently married when I used her lamp to burn incense and freed her from her sleep. Dammit, if I can't tell my best friend, then whom do I talk to about it?

"Well."

Kyle sighed. He had to tell Britney something. She deserved it. "She's my wife."

Britney's raised hand froze, prepared to deliver another punch. Her big eyes blinked behind her thick glasses. "What?"

"You know my mom's Kurdish. It's one of those, uh, arranged marriages."

"So you engaged in coitus with her?"

"Do you have to call it that?" he asked. It made him feel so dirty when she used that word.

"Coitus? It is the proper term."

"Fine, I had coitus with her. A few times. She's..." Hot, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, irresistible. "She's hard to resist."

"Pig," she sighed.

"I don't know what to do," he whined. "I love Christy and..." And what, do I love Aaliyah? He found a strange longing in his heart, and he wished both Aaliyah and Christy were here. A picture of the three of them together in bed flashed through his mind, Aaliyah's dusky hand and Christy's pale hand stroking his cock as they leaned into--he stopped imagining that, his cock growing uncomfortably large in his jeans. "I don't know what to think. It was all sprung on me last night. My mom's cool with it..."

"Break up with Christy then. She deserves that. Do not string her along, Kyle."

Kyle frowned, making the turn into Rogers College's parking lot. He parked his car, and saw Christy leaning against the school's brick wall, waving at him. She's probably been texting me the entire time we were driving. She's so pretty. His heart sped up, and he couldn't help smiling and waving back. "I can't. I love her."

"Then annul your marriage with this other woman."

The thought brought a momentary spike of fear. Did that sexy Genie worm her way into my heart that quick? Or is this just lust? She's the first girl to jump my bones, and she's willing to do it again and again. I don't want to give that up, not when being inside her was so wonderful. Fuck, why did everything have to be so damn confusing?

"Don't tell Christy, okay?"

"I will not," Britney answered, though she didn't sound pleased. "You should."

"I will. I just need to think."

"She is bad for you, Kyle."

"What? Aaliyah?"

"No, Christy." Britney stared straight at him, her eyes--magnified by her thick glasses--fixed on him like a fierce tiger, and he swallowed. Normally his friend was as calm as a placid lake, but sometimes she could grow so intense, like a sea frothed by a raging storm. "She is a liar. She will break your heart."

Kyle wanted to press her for more information, but Christy was walking up to his car, and this wasn't the sort of conversation Kyle wanted her to overhear. Why does she think Christy's a liar? Christy and Britney had never gotten along, and Kyle never had understood why neither woman liked each other.

He sighed and opened his car door.

Christy waited before the door, her pouty lips smiling, and hugged him enthusiastically. He felt momentarily guilty until her lips touched his, then he savored her love and the feel of her body pressed against his. Could I have both of them? Aaliyah seems more than okay with it, but what about Christy? Who am I kidding, Christy would never be in for that. No American woman would share her boyfriend.

"You're late," Christy declared. "Let's go before Professor Skinner gets mad at us."

"You look pretty today," Kyle smiled as he took her hand, and together they headed to their math class, the only class they shared this semester. Kyle struggled at math, but Christy was great at it. All the women in my life seem better at math than me.

"I am sorry about last night," she said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I meant it. I was willing to go all the way."

"And this Friday?"

She took a deep breath, crimson playing on her cheeks. "I'm still ready." His cock was lead in his pants, and he adjusted himself, bringing a naughty giggle to her lips "I know. You should feel my panties. I wish I brought a fresh pair."

"I would love to..." His voice trailed off as a professor came around the corner and he suddenly felt awkward.

"Tomorrow night," she promised, a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

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Aaliyah sat at Kyle's computer, fascinated at all the new things she was discovering. Thanks to her powers, she had developed an innate understanding of how to use the technology. So much had changed in the thousand years she had slept. The world she knew was gone and buried, and this new and exciting world had taken its place. Full of magic called technology that almost rivaled some of the feats she could perform. Almost.

Is father all right? she wondered as she read about the history of the Middle East. Nothing there had really changed; it was still wracked by war. He must think I'm lost for eternity. Well, Kyle is perfect. He can save the realms. Well, once I help him shed some of his peculiar ideas. Never would Aaliyah have thought a man could pass up the opportunities of delight she offered.