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 The Perfect Species By Mythical Traveller





   "There they are." The middle-aged manager said, gesturing to the cutting
tools on the desk across the room.

   "Thanks." Kurt responded with a smile.

   "If there's anything else you need, just ask one of the girls and
they'll help you out." The manager said as he left the large workshop to go
about his own business, closing the door behind him.  When he was gone,
Kurt turned to where the man had been standing and chuckled to himself. 
The manager's friendliness had been both unexpected and refreshing.  He
didn't know why he'd been so nervous about coming to the Wellesville
Jewellers' to do some work.  No, that wasn't true.  He DID know why he was
nervous, but it was a silly, silly reason.

   Nearly two years of working as an apprentice jeweller under old man
Adler had taken their toll on Kurt Foley.  Adler came from that generation
that believed young people were lumps of metal that needed to be beaten
into the right shape.  In Adler's case, that meant constant berating of
Kurt and everything he did.  Kurt often wondered if the way his employer
treated him was even legal these days.  It only took a month of working for
the cantankerous old bastard to make Kurt seriously re-evaluate his choice
of career.  As it was, Kurt felt like he was on the brink of quitting, but
he certainly would have quit long ago if the pay hadn't been so reasonable.

   Kurt sat down and placed the fist-sized jewellery box he'd bought with
him on the desk.  He opened it to reveal the exquisite gem Mrs.Deveraux had
bought in to Adler's Jewellery four days ago.  It was a diamond about
three-quarters of an inch in diameter.  On first glance the gem appeared to
be perfectly spherical, but it's shape was actually made by thousands of
tiny cuts.  Kurt had never seen such workmanship.  It almost seemed a shame
to honour Mrs.Deveraux's request to cut the gem down, so it could be placed
in a brooch.  Kurt sighed as he remembered that `the customer is always
right.'

   As flawless as it seemed Kurt had serious doubts about the gem being a
true diamond.  When seen under a magnifier, all the light the gem refracted
had a peculiar turquoise tinge the likes of which Kurt had never seen
before.  Even more peculiar was that the cutting tools in Adler's Jewellery
couldn't make a dent in the gem.  In fact, the tools had been ruined by
Kurt's attempts.  Of course, old man Adler launched a barrage of abusive
criticism at Kurt upon discovering the state of his tools.  Adler was
adamant that the damage had been caused by ineptness on Kurt's part, no
matter how much Kurt insisted that the gem was unusually strong.  The old
man examined the gem himself, but spoke nothing of his findings.

   That night, Kurt posted magnified photos of the gem on the jewelers.net
website (That's right!  Even jewellers have their own forum community!),
seeking answers.  The responses he received generally agreed that there was
something odd about the turquoise tinge and the gem's strength, but nobody
could explain these features.

   Determined to prove the asshole Adler wrong, and clear his name, Kurt
made a few phone calls and discovered that the large Jewellery Store in
Wellesville possessed extra-strong gem cutting tools.  The manager of the
store was more than happy to allow Kurt to come over and use their tools.
The 140-mile round trip would be worth it if he got to prove Adler wrong.

   Kurt placed the gem under the desk's magnifier and, with a deep breath,
cast all bitter thoughts about the old man from his mind.  He needed to
concentrate.  He scored the surface of the gem with painstaking care,
preparing it for his first cut.  Then he placed the sharp blade of the
nearby jeweller's chisel on the score mark and gave it a strong tap with
the mallet.

   A bright blue flash surged from the diamond, momentarily blinding Kurt.
It was accompanied by a sound not unlike that of a gas burner igniting,
only much louder.

   "What the fuck was that?" an edgy Kurt asked himself as he tried to
restore his eyesight by blinking repeatedly.

   When his eyesight did return to normal a few seconds later, the first
thing Kurt did was check the diamond.  Not only had it been cut, but it had
been cut precisely the way Kurt had intended.

   "Shows what you know, you old bastard!" Kurt chuckled to himself.  It
was only now that Kurt spied something out of the corner of his eye.  He
turned slowly to find a young woman standing a few feet to his right.  And
what a woman!  The first thought that came to Kurt's mind was that this was
the most gorgeous creature that he had ever seen!  She was around
five-eleven or six feet tall and looked as if she was in her early
twenties. Her slightly-longer-than-shoulder-length hair was jet black, and
perfectly framed her beautiful Mediterranean-looking face.  Her eyes were
as blue as the ocean, each lined by long dark lashes.

   Her most noticeable feature was her clothing.  It could best be
described as a skimpy bikini done in the style of a harem-dress.  Only her
most private regions were hidden from view.  Two small triangles of
turquoise silk completely covered her nipples, but concealed nothing of the
shape of her luscious D-cup breasts.  Her captivating mammaries sat firmly
on her chest, sat, not hung.  There was only the slightest fold at the base
of the lovely orbs, and they were clearly given no artificial support by
the skimpy bra.  Another, larger, triangular piece of turquoise silk
covered the lower half of the woman's mons, and tapered into a thin strip
that dove between her legs and hid her valley of pleasures from wanton
eyes. Behind her, a semi-transparent veil trailed behind her from just
above her butt.  The entire outfit was held together by nothing more than
thin cords of gold.

   Her legs were long, slender, and looked as if not a single hair had ever
grown from their smooth surface.  There was not a blemish to be seen on her
tanned skin. The extraordinary beauty stood with hands on her hips, staring
at Kurt with a friendly smile on her face.  She had an air of childlike
innocence, but also of confidence and maturity usually only seen in older
women.

   Something in the back of Kurt's mind told him to be polite and greet the
woman, but the sight of her perfect, exposed flesh was so distracting, all
Kurt could manage to get out was the word "Um...".  Although he did manage
to get it out about a dozen times, so what his speech lacked in eloquence,
it gained in duration.

   "Greetings, Master." The young woman replied in a velvety voice, as if
she'd understood the intended meaning of Kurt's mutterings.  She bowed her
head, respectfully and then smiled slightly wider, almost as if she'd been
waiting her whole life to say those words.

   "I...I'm sorry... What did you say?" Kurt asked, mystified.

   "Greetings, Master." The beauty repeated eagerly, as if there was
nothing at all odd about the question.

   Kurt sat with his head in his hand, his mouth hanging wide open as if it
were patiently waiting for his brain to ship out it's next sentence.  What
little of his mind wasn't mentally removing those small pieces of silk from
her body was racing for an explanation.  The only thing he could think of
was that this was some sort of prank.  But Kurt didn't have any `wild'
friends, so who would've organised something like this?  There must've been
some mistake!

   "Look... I don't work here..." Kurt explained, sheepishly, "...So if
this is some kind of gag between the staff here..." The mysterious woman
stared at him quizzically, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.
Kurt watched the woman, waiting for her to make then next move, but after a
while, it became apparent that she was content to just stand there and
smile at him.

   "Excuse me, Mr.Foley..." One of the young receptionist girls announced
herself as she opened the door.  "I was just wondering if you would like a
cup of... Oh!" The timid blonde receptionist became quite flustered upon
noticing the strange woman, and her even stranger lack of modesty. 
"Forgive me... I didn't know that you had company!" The receptionist said,
as she stepped back out of the room and closed the door behind her so
quickly that poor Kurt didn't have time to say a single word in his own
defence.

   "Oh, Jeez..." a very embarrassed Kurt winced as he buried his face in
his hands.

   "Is something the matter, master?", The mysterious woman asked with
concern, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

   "I'm sorry, but who are you?  What are you doing here?" Kurt asked
assertively.  Despite his frustration, his tone was still polite.  In the
back of his mind, Kurt hoped that if he minded his manners, he might have a
chance with the extraordinary beauty.

   "I am your devoted servant, master.  My name is Marella, and I am here
because you set me free." The beauty explained.

   "What do you mean, I set you free?" Kurt asked.  Marella looked
surprised by his question.

   "You broke my magical prison, master and released me.  As such I am ever
yours to command."

   "Magical prison... riiiight!" Kurt repeated sarcastically, nodding his
head while silently asking the woman with his eyes just how stupid she
thought he was.

   "Yes, master." Marella confirmed, still getting the impression that her
master did not understand the situation, for some unknown reason.  "This
magical prison, which you have broken..." As she spoke the two parts of the
diamond that Kurt had cut levitated off the desk and towards Marella.  They
came to a gentle halt levitating two inches above her outstretched hand.

   "HOLY SHIT!" Kurt exclaimed in alarm as he fell off his chair.

   "Are you alright, master?" Marella asked with concern as she took a
couple steps towards Kurt, seeming to forget all about the diamond segments
and letting them drop to the floor.  Kurt felt an unseen force lifting him
up from under his arms and buttocks.  In a couple of seconds he was
standing upright.  The pain in his right butt cheek faded away almost
instantaneously.  "I sense no injuries in you, master." Marella stated as
she looked him over.  "You should be fine." She smiled.  Kurt simply stared
at her with his jaw sinking towards his toes.

   "What are you?" Kurt eventually asked.  Marella raised her eyebrows,
wondering why her master was still did not understand.

   "I am your servant, master."

   "Yes, but what..." Kurt began loudly, but stopped himself realising that
if he kept asking the same question, he would keep getting the same answer.
By now, he had dispensed with the pleasantries.  "Can I still think about
sleeping with this... thing, now?" he asked himself.  "YES!  YES!  FUCK,
YES!" The surprisingly adamant voice of his libido replied from the back of
his mind.  After thinking the situation over, Kurt seemed to have found an
answer to his own question.  An incredible one, maybe, but an answer
nonetheless.

   "Are you a genie?" He asked.  It all made sense, at least as much as
talking to a genie can make sense.  She called him `master', she had
magical powers, she'd been imprisoned and then freed.  Even her clothes
were like an extremely risque take on what Barbara Eden wore in `I Dream of
Jeannie'.

   "Gee-nee?  What is that, master?" Marella inquired.

   "You know, a genie?  They grant wishes and they...", Kurt folded his
arms and blinked, as Jeannie often did in the old sitcom, "You know?  And
they live in lamps and bottles... But you lived in a diamond, didn't you?"
Kurt remembered, shooting down his own theory.  Marella seemed quite
interested in what Kurt was saying.

   "I don't know of any gee-nee, master, but I am more than willing to
grant your wishes!" She declared happily.

   "Really?"

   "Yes, master."

   "So, what, I get three wishes?" Kurt asked.

   "I am your servant forevermore, master.  I will honour as many wishes as
you care to make..." She answered hesitantly, as if she was not sure she
understood the question.

   "Unlimited Wishes!" Kurt thought to himself.  With the realisation of
this incredible power, a wish that Kurt had secretly held for so long came
barrelling through his mind and out his mouth before he even realised what
he was saying.

   "I wish that old man Adler was mute!"

   Despite his incredible hatred for the old bastard, Kurt could not bring
himself to wish the death of another human being.  At least this way the
angry old jeweller would never again hurt anyone with his barbed words.

   Marella closed her eyes and for a brief moment Kurt could feel her
probing his mind, trying to identify who or what `Adler' was.  Then
suddenly her eyes fluttered open and a look of sorrow crossed her face.

   "This Adler creature is horrible, master!" She exclaimed.  "I'm sorry
master, but I do not posses the power to grant your wish.  My magic cannot
alter another life-force, or the physical form it inhabits." Marella
lamented.

   "Oh..." Kurt responded, a little surprised.

   "But I can help you in other ways." Marella assured him, as if trying to
atone for her failings, "You keep company with the Adler only because of
the wealth he can offer you, yes?  I can provide you with wealth, so that
you need not suffer the Adler's presence ever again!" Marella smiled
proudly as she cupped her hands together.  With a flash of blue light they
were instantly filled with gems of all types and sizes.  Running a quick
eye over the precious stones, Kurt estimated that Marella held about five
million dollars worth of jewels in her hands.  Then he suddenly remembered
he was in a jewellery store.

   "Get rid of those!", He snapped in a hushed voice, "If anyone sees us
with those, they'll think we're stealing them!"

   "I'm sorry, master" Marella apologised, as the pile of gems disappeared
in a poof of light blue smoke.  "I had no intention of causing a problem
for you." A look of sadness crossed the beauty's face.

   "I know, I know..." Kurt replied in frustration, "I know you didn't mean
any harm... I need some time to get a handle on this... whole thing.  It's
gonna be hard enough trying to explain what you're doing back here if the
manager sees you.".  Big jewellery stores tended to frown on unexpected
guests being in their staff-only areas.  Kurt had had to verify that he was
indeed a fellow jeweller before they allowed him into their workshop. 
"Some how, I have to sneak you out of here without anyone else noticing."
The young receptionist who had seen Marella could be a problem, but it had
been several minutes since she'd walked in on them and no-one had come in
since.  It seemed likely that the receptionist had decided not to mention
what she'd seen to the rest of the staff.  Perhaps she had been too
embarrassed?

   "If you would like, master, I can transport myself magically to other
places.  I can also become invisible and walk past other people without
them knowing." Marella offered.

   "That's handy." Kurt commented.  Marella's smile returned to her upon
see in her master was pleased.  "All right, transport yourself out to my
car.  It's in the parking lot behind this building.  I'll be out as soon as
I can..." he commanded.

   "Car?" Marella responded, with a puzzled look.  Kurt was about to give
her a concise description of his silver Ford falcon when he suddenly felt
Marella probing his mind again.  "Oh!  You mean your iron carriage!  As you
please, master." She smiled and bowed her head before disappearing from the
room with a bright blue flash, much the same way as she'd first appeared.

   Kurt let out a deep sigh.  He was finally alone again and had a chance
think about the situation undisturbed.  A sparkle on the floor drew his
eyes to the two segments of the magical diamond, that still rested where
Marella had dropped them.  As he retrieved them he remembered that he had
come here to do a job and for a brief moment considered finishing his task.
But he quickly decided against it.  Diamond cutting was very precise work.
There was no way he could give his task the concentration it required with
thoughts about his new `friend' buzzing about his brain.  He placed the two
pieces of the diamond back in the box from whence they came, did a quick
mental check that he had not left anything else of his in the room and then
headed for the door.

   As he marched through the front of the store he informed the manager
that he had received a call on his cell about a `family emergency'.  He
thanked the manager for his hospitality before walking out the front door.
As he made his way around the side of the building, he began to worry that
Marella might not have followed his instructions properly.  To his relief,
he could see her sitting in his car as he entered the parking lot, although
she was sitting in the driver's seat.  He shook his head as he contemplated
the thought of a woman, who didn't know what a car was two minutes ago,
driving the 70-mile trip home.  As he neared the car, he made a `scoot
over' sign with his hands and Marella seemed to understand.  Although
instead of awkwardly negotiating the gear stick and handbrake, Marella
simply teleported herself into the passenger seat with another blue flash.
"I hope that doesn't damage the onboard computer." Kurt thought to himself.
He used his key remote to unlock the doors, then briskly opened the door
and climbed into the driver's seat.

   After closing the door more forcefully than usual, Kurt exhaled a deep
breath as he silently told himself to calm down.

   "You appear a little agitated, master." Marella observed, "Is there
something I can assist you with?"

   "No... Thank you, Marella." Kurt replied, distantly.

   "In that case, would you like me to calm you?" She offered with a kind
smile.

   Kurt had misgivings about what she meant specifically, but it was an
appealing offer, nonetheless.

   "Alright." He agreed.

   "Very well.  If you would just turn towards your door, master..."

   Kurt did as Marella requested and turned his back to her.  The beautiful
creature placed her hands on the center of his back and began to tenderly
rub it through his shirt.  Kurt had never had a back massage before, but he
found himself doubting that any human could perform one as good as Marella.
It was if she had managed to tap into a node of stress the instant she laid
her hands on him, and had drained it all out of his body in just a couple
of seconds.  As her hands crept up to his shoulders and neck, A warm sense
of pleasantness began to radiate throughout Kurt's body.  As he ogled her
luscious form with his mind's eye, he began to ponder the extent of
physical pleasure this creature was capable of bestowing, and let his
imagination run wild.

   "Was that satisfactory, master?" Marella asked as she lifted her hands
from his body.

   "That was amazing!" Kurt blurted, as he turned around.

   "I could probably achieve a better result if you were to remove your
torso garment..."

   "That won't be necessary." He smiled as he inserted his keys in the
ignition and started the engine.  As tempted as he was to have Marella's
hands rolling over his bare skin (and he was very tempted), he wanted to
get Marella somewhere private so he could collect his thoughts.

   For most of the trip, the car was filled with an awkward silence.  At
least it was awkward for Kurt, Marella seemed quite content.  She only
spoke when spoken to, but she seemed incredibly curious.  Her gaze bounced
to and fro, as she took in every ordinary thing they passed; power lines,
traffic lights, a train they passed, even cows grazing in the fields and
flocks of birds flying overhead.  At first, Kurt found Marella's motions a
little distracting, but he began to appreciate her fascination with this
modern world when he pondered how long she had been trapped in that
diamond. When Kurt questioned her about her imprisonment, her response lead
Kurt to believe that she had never set foot on earth before.  Every now and
then he would ask her questions about herself, trying to deduce what kind
of creature she was and where she'd come from.  He was none the wiser by
the time he'd pulled in to the parking lot outside his small apartment
building.

   Kurt looked around to make sure that no one was watching and then he
commanded Marella to teleport herself into his apartment and wait for him
there.

   "If that is where you are going, too, master, I can save you a trip by
transporting us both at the same time." Marella suggested.

   The idea frightened Kurt a little, but he was more curious than afraid.

   "Oh, what the hell?  Sure!" he nodded.

   Instantaneously Kurt found himself amongst the familiar surroundings of
his own living room.  He felt a little disoriented, like that sensation you
get when an elevator you're in starts to move, if you don't ride them very
often.  Marella was standing just off to his right, no further from him now
than she had been in the car.

   "Well... that was quick.  Well done, Marella." Kurt complimented.

   "Thank you, master." She smiled broadly.  Marella began to look the
apartment over, keenly eyeing the twenty-first century technology, in
particular.  "So this is your home, master?  It's very nice!" She
complimented, sincerely.

   Kurt guffawed as he contemplated how meagre the apartment actually was.
He didn't have many `luxury' possessions as he had been saving to buy his
own house, the same reason he was still working for old man Adler.  His
eyes lit up when he remembered that Marella's powers had offered a way out
of this situation.

   "Marella..." Kurt began in a commanding tone.  Marella's gaze shifted
attentively to her master.  "...I wish for my own house.  No!  Fuck that! I
wish for a mansion!  A big fucking mansion!"

   "A mansion?" Marella responded, looking a bit overwhelmed.  "Of course,
I will be happy to comply, master.  I will have to conjure it a few bricks
at a time, though.  I should be finished in about four and a half months.
Where would you like me to construct it?" She asked, with a blissful smile.

   "Four Months?" Kurt said, shocked.  "Can't you just...", again he
mimicked Barbara Eden's trademark magic blinking, "...Boom!  Mansion!?"

   "I'm afraid not, master.  I do not possess the great amount of magical
energy necessary to conjure an entire mansion at once."

   "Well, then... What can you conjure?" Kurt asked, trying to gauge the
extent of Marella's powers.

   "Would you care for something to eat?" Marella offered with a friendly
smile.

   "Uh, no, thanks... I'm good." He had picked up some drive-through lunch
on his way to the jewellery store.  He was puzzled and more than a little
disappointed by the weakness of Marella's powers.  All the genie movies &
shows he'd seen had portrayed creatures like Marella as incredibly
powerful; able to grant the most extravagant wishes in the blink of an eye.
Sure, Marella was magical, but her powers seemed little more than parlour
tricks.  She couldn't conjure anything larger than a few bricks?  What kind
of magical servant was she?  Although... she had shown an ability to
conjure things of great value, like gems.  Kurt realised he could still
have his mansion.  He would just have to buy it with a lot of old-fashioned
moolah, instead of magically wishing it into existence.

   "Perhaps something to drink?" Marella offered, trying to be helpful.

   "No thank you, Marella." Kurt politely declined.  It was only now that
it occurred to him that Marella had not eaten or drunk anything since she
was freed from the diamond.  "But what about you?", He asked, "Are you
hungry?"

   "Oh yes, master!  I am quite hungry!" Marella replied, beaming, as if
she was delighted the Kurt cared enough to ask.

   "Well... Can't you conjure up some food for yourself?  Or do you need my
permission to do that, or what?" Kurt asked, a little puzzled why a being
with Marella's powers would allow herself to go hungry.  Marella shook her
head gently and chuckled, which surprised Kurt a little.  It was the first
sign of a sense of humor he'd seen in her.  Marella sat down on the nearby
couch as she began to explain.

   "Master, I am of a different nature to your kind.  Unlike yourself, I am
sustained by the eternal energy of the cosmos.  I have no need to ingest
and extract chemical energy from physical substances." She gazed up at him
affectionately, as if she found his ignorance cute.

   "So... how can you be hungry if you don't need food?" Kurt asked,
confused.

   "Oh, I can still experience hunger, master." Marella replied, her
expression turning serious as she stretched out along the length of the
couch.  "It is not like hunger for your kind; it is not something I can die
from.  But I can still feel it.  If it were to grow too strong it would
become like torture for me." She said.  A look of sympathy grew in Kurt's
eyes.  "I can feel it now...", She continued, "It runs through my entire
body." A playful smile grew on Marella's face as she trailed two fingers
lazily up and down her shapely, naked thigh.  "It's not very strong at the
moment, but I still feel it flowing through me, quietly urging me to quench
it."

   "Then why don't you?" Kurt asked, his eyes fixed on the arousing sight
of Marella caressing her own lovely legs.

   "Because I can't, master.", She answered flatly, "Only you can."

   Kurt was caught off guard by this response, silently asking her "Who,
me?"

   "Yes, master.", Marella nodded, "My hunger is for sexual contact, and
only you can quench it."

   Kurt's jaw almost hit the carpet.  His heart rate nearly doubled.  Did
he hear that right?  Marella closed her eyes suddenly and a look of delight
flashed across her face.

   "Your touch in the right places, your kiss, contact with your rod, any
of these things would help to soothe my hunger.  To have the valley of my
sex filled with your rod would quickly satiate my hunger.  But to have your
seed flow into my body would drive the hunger right out of my body and
replace it with a lingering sense of fulfilment that could last for days."
Her hand slithered up her leg and her fingers began to trail random
patterns across her lower belly and mons.

   Kurt could feel things becoming confined in his underpants.  His cock
was growing and becoming hard.

   "The ranks of your seed just swelled incredibly, master.", Marella
continued, "I know, because I can hear them.  Millions of them, thrashing
their tails wildly.  They call to me... tease me, almost, by announcing
their presence... So close, and yet their wonderful magic is kept from me."
Marella gazed up at Kurt with pleading eyes as she continued to touch
herself along her heavenly vee.  "For females of your kind, your seed is
the spark of life.  For me, it is liquid bliss."

   Kurt swallowed anxiously as he gazed into Marella's doting blue eyes. 
The most gorgeous woman he had ever seen was coming on to him, leaving no
room for ambiguity.  She wasn't merely offering him the apex of physical
pleasure, she was begging him to indulge in it!

   "I really wanna have sex with you!" He stammered.  Marella grinned, as
if this response was a very pleasant surprise.

   "That is wonderful to hear, master!" She replied, as she swung her legs
deftly onto the floor, and stood up.  "I promise that you will not regret
this." She reached behind her back and unknotted the two lengths of gold
cord securing her flimsy bra to her body.  As she stepped slowly over
towards her consenting master, she lifted the loose bra from her body,
baring for the first time her tantalising nipples and lovely pink areolas.

   "Oh Momma!" Kurt blurted.  He began to quickly fumble with the buttons
of his shirt.  As Marella stepped up to Kurt, she cupped his face between
her warm hands and kissed him tenderly.  Kurt felt her lithe mons brush
gently against his crotch and Marella purred happily.  Then she pressed her
womanhood firmly against his trousered maleness and moaned in delight.

   "I can tell that I shall enjoy this very much, master." She smiled. 
Before Kurt could respond, her lips were tangoing with his once again.  As
every kiss waned, Marella would gently suck on one of Kurt's lips, before
occupying them with yet another delicious kiss.  Meanwhile, Kurt quickly
removed his shirt and began fumbling excitedly with his belt.  Marella
moved her hands down to her hips, to gently tug on the loose ends of the
cords securing her exotic panties.  She kept steadily pulling on them until
the knots on either side of her hips unravelled and the panties dropped
quickly to the floor, leaving the beautiful female creature buck naked. 
Kurt was still messing around with his belt buckle when Marella placed her
hands around his head once more, this time pulling him close to her with a
bit more force.

   "Finally!" Kurt thought to himself, as he felt the buckle unlatch amidst
the clumsy movements of his fingers.  He undid his fly and let his pants
fall to the floor.  Then he quickly tended to his undershirt, while he
pulled his feet from his shoes without unlacing them.  The amorous pair had
to break off their constant kissing for a spilt second while Kurt pulled
his undershirt over his head, but they wasted no time in starting up again.
Marella purred excitedly as she sensed that her master's sex organ would
soon be filling the empty space within her.  She was not wrong.  The second
Kurt had pulled his underwear down, unleashing his rigid manhood, Marella
pressed her nether regions firmly against Kurt, sandwiching his cock
between their two bodies.  She treated him to an extra-passionate kiss as
she rolled her soft, naked and utterly hairless mons firmly over the
surface of Kurt's upright penis.  Kurt threw his hands around Marella's
curvaceous waist, and then tentatively moved them down on to Marella's firm
buttocks.  To some extent, Kurt still could not comprehend that such a
spectacular beauty was giving herself to a nobody like him, making it feel
awkward to touch her so intimately.  But a large part of him didn't give a
fuck about the hows and whys, it just wanted to feel-up the ass of the
hottest babe he had ever seen.

   Marella pulled her hips back after a while, just enough for Kurt's
manhood to go horizontal again and for it to be the slightest distance from
her waiting snatch.  Then Kurt felt the bizarre, yet pleasant sensation of
a magical force enveloping his rod, and guiding it towards Marella's slick
opening as she gently advanced her hips once again.  The beauty moaned
seductively as the solid head of Kurt's rod forced itself between her
nether lips.  An intense tingle of delight ran right up Kurt's spine as a
curtain of the most yielding flesh parted softly across the sensitive tip
of his maleness.

   Half of Kurt's shaft had discovered the utopian hold of Marella's sex
when he found himself stumbling over the armrest of his couch.  Somehow,
Marella had craftily danced him around so that his back was to the couch.
As Kurt fell, Marella threw her weight forward so that she fell on top of
him.  The impact of them both landing on the couch forced Kurt's rod
completely into the welcoming fissure of the stunning creature.  Marella's
nether valley fit Kurt like a glove.  Her tight flesh squeezed his rod
pleasurably, without being at all painful.  It was almost as if her amazing
body had been sculptured just to suit him.

   Once the erogenous depths of her womanhood had met the pillar through
which her master could inflict such carnal joy, her self-control went out
the window.  As the pair bounced back after landing on the couch, Marella's
sex began to drift away from Kurt.  She thrust her entire body forcefully
against Kurt's, sending his maleness rocketing back into her center.  As
she continued to ride Kurt passionately, Marella held him down, thrusting
her hands onto his shoulders with every couch-rocking gyration.  Her eyes
were closed, her mouth was smiling euphorically, and from her luscious
lips, a perpetual melody of delighted moans floated through the air.

   Kurt's eyes were transfixed on Marella's opulent breasts, jiggling right
in front of him with every thrust of her hips.  They were practically
begging to be touched.  He brushed his hands gently over their outer sides,
then rolled his thumbs over her yielding nipples, Then he reached his
fingers across their soft surface and squeezed - gently at first, but then
a bit tighter.  They were so wonderfully firm!  Without him even
consciously making them, Kurt's hands began to knead and writhe against the
attractive mounds, almost as if they were making love to them.

   Marella's hips gradually found a rhythm, forcing her womanhood on to
Kurt's cock in smoother motions.  But just because her gyrations had become
less impulsive did not mean they were any less insistent.  She pressed
herself onto him until every inch of his maleness was inside of her and his
butt had sunk deep into the couch cushion, only to release him so she could
begin the entire process again.  The intensity of her motions sent a very
clear message; She was not going to stop until Kurt subdued her with an
earth-shattering orgasm.

   Every time she pushed the tender depths of her snatch over his quivering
rod, Kurt could feel the pressure building.  A massive stockpile of semen
had collected in his cock and it was ready to blow any second now. 
Marella's merciless affections continued even after the first jet of sperm
shattered Kurt's resistance as it blasted into Marella's enticing center.
Kurt lost complete control of his faculties as he was lashed by waves of
incapacitating euphoria.  His eyes clenched shut and he cried out in
delight.  His entire cock was buzzing with excruciating pleasure and madly
thrusting every last drop of his seed into the magical beauty.  Every
powerful ejaculation sent a new wave of pleasure surging through his veins.

   Even after her master was orgasming to the point where he'd lost all
grasp on reality, Marella did not stop riding him.  Feeling his delectable
rod filling her and probing the erogenous depths of her womanhood felt so
good, so right; she did not want to stop.  Then, the generous lashings of
his seed began to take effect on her.  It began as a pleasant warmth
radiating from her womb, then a tingle.  A buzz of delight began to radiate
out into her body, then all of a sudden she felt herself accelerating
uncontrollably towards sheer rapture.

   "Oooh...Ahhh....Ahhh....AAAHHhhh...AAAHHH!...Oooh It's...AAAHHH!!!! 
AAAHHH!!!!  OOOOHHHH!!!!  ITTT'S WOONNDDEERRRFFUULL!!!" She screamed as the
magical energy imbued within every one of her master's sperm unleashed
itself upon her in the form of tremendous ecstasy.

   As she succumbed to orgasm, Marella's gyrations stopped and she
collapsed on her master.  Still in the grip of his own massive orgasm, Kurt
became vaguely aware that Marella's ample breasts were now pressing against
his face.  He absently nuzzled, kissed and licked the lovely mounds, before
his climax began to wane.



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   Kurt opened his eyes and found his gaze met by Marella's.  He realised
that he must've temporarily blacked out.  How long he'd been out wasn't
clear, but he felt exhausted.  Marella was smiling contentedly at him and
playing with his hair.

   "Thank you so much, master!", She said in an extremely grateful tone,
"How every can I repay you for such kindness?"

   Kurt stared at her, at a loss for words.  He had just had the best sex
of his life with the most gorgeous woman he had ever met, and then she acts
like she owes him a favour?

   As he pondered this exciting revelation about Marella's character, Kurt
became aware that his (now limp) maleness was still inside Marella's sex,
and that she was still gyrating her hips against his, albeit with somewhat
lazier motions.  On second glance, he noticed a slight hint of invitation
in Marella's gaze, as if she were already trying to coax him in to round
two.  For Kurt, that wasn't going to happen any time in the next few
minutes.

   "I'll think of something...", Kurt answered, "For starters, why don't
you give me a little three-sixty degree view of that hot little body of
yours?"

   "Yes, master." Marella smiled.  She climbed off of Kurt and padded a few
feet away, swaying her shapely ass with each step.  Then she placed her
hands on her hips, tossed her hair over her right shoulder and shot Kurt a
sultry glance over her left.  Then she began to slowly turn, giving Kurt
all the time he needed to admire her splendid profile.  When she turned to
face him front-on, Kurt moaned softly in approval.  Marella sensed that
Kurt liked what he saw and so she took a step forward to give Kurt a
dog's-eye-view of her hairless privates and large breasts.  After he'd
taken in that amazing view, Marella turned once again to display her right
side in it's full, naked glory, before turning her lovely ass back to her
master.  It was such an inspiring sight that it prompted Kurt to get off
the comfortable couch and step over to the sexy creature.

   He ran his hand all over one of her firm buttocks and then gave it a
tight squeeze.  Then he stepped around to her front.  Marella gazed at him
with a friendly expression.  Kurt ran his hand around the top of her left
thigh, then slid it over the vee of her sex and across her nether lips. 
Marella closed her eyes and purred.  Kurt began to gently rub her womanhood
back and forth while slipping a finger a little ways inside.  She was still
roasting hot and incredibly slick.

   "You have got to be the hottest babe on the planet!" Kurt declared with
a shudder of delight.

   "Thank you, master!" Marella replied with a gracious smile.  Kurt looked
over her body from head to toe, while his mind silently celebrated his
amazing situation.

   "Let me get this straight...", Kurt began, "...You are my servant and
you have to do what I say?"

   "That is correct, master." Marella nodded.

   "...So if I want to have sex with you, anytime, anywhere...?"

   "Oooh!  I can tell that we are going to get along wonderfully, master!"
Marella replied, seeming very enthusiastic about having a sexually rich
relationship with her master.

   Marella's expression of eagerness triggered a profound sense of joy and
attraction in Kurt.  Marella was so wonderful!  He needed to take her, now!
Without a word, he swept her off her feet and carried her into the bedroom.
He plonked her down on the mattress, then moved up between her legs.

   He extended his tongue and brushed it over her labia and clit.  Marella
shivered in delight.  Kurt continued upwards, running his tongue over her
mons.  It was just as flawlessly smooth as it looked.  Then he nuzzled her
navel, while reaching up to knead her breasts.  Eventually he managed to
tear his face away from her slender belly and moved to features even more
appealing.  He began adoring her breasts by planting an open mouth kiss on
the inner side of one of the orbs.  Then he gently pushed the lovely mounds
together and pressed his face into her cleavage.  He teased, nuzzled,
kissed and suckled her breasts for ages, all the while growing harder and
harder.  Even when his cock was harder than an iron girder and aching to be
enveloped in Marella's warm folds, he did not enter her.  He held out for
many minutes, until his craving could no longer be ignored.  He lifted his
face from her luscious mammaries and guided his rod into her waiting
womanhood.  Marella hummed a little sound of delight as Kurt inserted the
full length of his cock.

   Kurt began grinding his hips against Marella's, his motions quickly
becoming more and more forceful, until his exuberance rivalled that which
Marella had exhibited earlier.  He pressed his lips hungrily against hers
in an open mouth kiss and sent his tongue in to acquaint itself with hers.
Marella let out a repeating chorus of muffled, deep-throated moans as
Kurt's rigid probe incited massive lashings of bliss from her erogenous
valley with every stroke.  She wrapped her arms around his back and held
him tightly to her roasting body.  One of her hands meandered down to
fondle Kurt's butt.

   Kurt was already incredibly horny when he had entered Marella's slick
snatch.  He tried his best to endure the pleasure of her flesh, but it was
a battle he could not weather for long.  As he felt himself succumbing to a
raging climax, Kurt pressed himself hard against Marella's hips, forcing
her ass deep into the mattress.  The instant his first jet of sperm had
launched, Kurt felt Marella clench tightly on his manhood and through their
ongoing kiss, she screamed in ecstasy.  Her body began to writhe absently
as the sheer delight of orgasm surged through it.  Marella's legs hooked
around Kurt's, and she began to caress the backs of his thighs with her
calves.

   Milliseconds after every quaking ejaculation, Marella's womanhood
spasmed tightly around Kurt's rod and her muffled cries became distinctly
louder.  It was as if every blast of his semen triggered a new orgasm
within her.  After a while, her entire body began to shudder in time with
her orgasms.  The amorous clenching of her snatch was becoming so intense,
Kurt began to wonder if his cock would be crushed flat, yet all the same it
was, in many ways, the most wonderful sensation he had ever experienced.

   After being lost in the rapturous warmth of the epitome of feminine
beauty for some time, Kurt's pumpings became dry.  His rod quivered a few
times with what little of Kurt's strength remained, as the heavenly madness
of orgasm departed it.  The muscles of Marella's sex tightened around his
member one last time, before they slowly began to release.  Her own
compounded climax slowly faded and dispersed into a warm sense of bliss
throughout her naked body.

   Once Marella's moans and whimpers faded into silence there was only the
sound of the two lovers' heavy breathing.  After a few moments, Kurt
summoned the strength to lift his sunken head.  He planted a single tender
kiss on Marella's lips (which elicited yet another appreciative moan),
before sliding partially off her body, resting his weight on the mattress.
Marella moved one arm around Kurt in a tentative embrace.  When Kurt
wrapped his own arms around her, Marella smiled and hugged him tighter. 
Before long, Kurt found himself lost in Marella's mesmerising blue eyes. 
They expressed a profound sense of affection that was so beautiful and
pure, it touched Kurt deeply.  Perhaps her eyes had always been so doting,
but he was too distracted by her sexual appeal to notice something so
subtle.

   They layed there for almost an hour, not speaking a word, barely moving
a muscle.  Gradually, their two roasting bodies cooled down.  Kurt had
worked up a thick layer of sweat during their heart-pounding coitus. 
Eventually, he found himself feeling cold.

   "I could really go for a nice hot shower..." he said, breaking the long
silence.

   "Very well, master.  But if I summon a summer storm in here, your
possessions will get wet.  Would you like me to transport us outside?"
Marella offered with a helpful smile.

   "No, no..." Kurt chuckled.  "I don't want a rain shower.  A shower...
it's a device, kind of like an artificial waterfall.  It's just through
there in the bathroom...", Kurt gestured towards the nearby bathroom door,
"We use it to wash ourselves."

   "Oh!" Marella replied, seeming to understand.

   "Care to join me?" Kurt invited with a smirk.

   "I have no need to cleanse myself with water, master.  My skin is
magical, and doesn't harbour the various forms of dirt and bacteria that
your skin is susceptible to."

   "That may be..." Kurt smiled, unfazed by Marella's misinterpretation of
his invitation, "But while I'm in there I'll have to lather my entire body
with soap.  It can be tiring work.  I could use some assistance..."

   "Of course, I am more than willing to serve you, however I am able,
master." Marella chimed.

   They climbed out of bed and Kurt led Marella into the bathroom.  He ran
the shower's hot water until steam began to rise from the flow, then
adjusted the temperature to his liking and stepped in.  After running a
refreshing spray of water over his face, Kurt turned to Marella, who was
standing just outside the shower, and beckoned her to join him.  She
stepped in and let the warm water wash over her naked body.  As Kurt looked
on, she slowly turned around, until every inch of her was sopping wet.  An
hour or so ago, Kurt had been gazing upon the sexiest sight he had ever
seen, as Marella posed nude for him in his living room.  But that was
Marella when she was dry.  Words could not describe how arousing she was
with her flawless skin shiny and wet, as privileged trails of water danced
all down her magnificent form.

   "Mmm... This is most pleasant, master." Marella said.

   "Is it warm enough for you, Marella?  Or too warm?" Kurt inquired.

   "No master, the temperature of this water is perfect.  Your kind is
certainly very innovative." Marella complimented.  Kurt ran a quick eye
over her body and then took a step towards her.  He left less than an inch
of space between their bodies.  Marella gazed at him intently as Kurt
leaned a little towards her.  Her lips parted, in anticipation of a kiss.
Kurt, however, had other plans.  He reached over to the soap holder behind
her and grabbed the bar of soap.

   "Here...", he said as he built up a lather on his hand, "Let me show you
how people wash in the shower." He hoped that Marella didn't take his lazy
excuse to feel her up as an insult to her intelligence.  Her expression
showed no indication of offence.  He began by rubbing his soapy hands over
her shoulders and down her arms, then bringing them back up the sides of
her body.  When he reached the sides of her breasts, he moved his hands
across to firmly rub and fondle them, making sure that he `washed' every
last inch of them.  His hands moved tantalisingly slowly, ensuring that
every curve of her body received more than just a fleeting touch.  He moved
his hands all over her flat belly, across her smooth back up and down the
entire surface of both her slender legs, around her shapely buttocks, not
shying from the depths of her crack and then tenderly all around her most
erogenous place.  Before all was said and done, Kurt revisited her breasts
a couple of times, too.  Kurt loved every minute of it, and judging by the
satisfied purrs he occasionally heard, Marella did too.

   Kurt only re-lathered his hands a couple of times.  Most of the time he
was `washing' Marella with plain water.  He wondered if he would later need
to correct Marella about washing him with no soap on her hands.

   He concluded the `lesson' by gently washing Marella's cheeks, then
pulling her head to his for the slow, open-mouthed kiss he'd teasingly
denied her earlier.

   "Think you've got the hang of it?" he facetiously asked her.

   "You've taught me very well, master." Marella smiled slyly.  She took
the soap from the holder and lathered up her hands as much as Kurt had. 
Marella's style differed from Kurt's, but the speed at which her hands
moved was no different.  She was even savvy enough to constantly keep her
hands soapy.  Much like her master, Marella made sure to `wash' every inch
of her partner's body.  Much like her master, Marella saved his privates
for last.

   While down on her knees, she gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft
and began to stroke it up and down.  Every time she reached the head of his
cock, she ran her thumb right across it, from one side to the other.  Kurt
was already semi-hard just from the anticipation of Marella washing his
manhood.  Her expert attentions to his rod soon had it fully erect.  Once
she had received a complete standing ovation from her master's cock,
Marella moved her hand down to gently `wash' Kurt's balls.  She gently
rubbed his testicles with her fingertips from front to back, back to front,
front to back.  After a while, Marella bought up her other hand to grasp
and work Kurt's maleness, a little tighter and faster than before.  Kurt
sighed deeply as the sensation of Marella teasing him with both hands sent
a shiver of delight up his spine.  The playful look in Marella's eyes
suggested that she was well aware that she was no longer performing a
domestic chore.

   Marella's strokings were highly pleasurable, but they weren't intense
enough to get Kurt off.  Apparently, Marella intended to accomplish that
another way.

   "Oh!  It appears that I have run out of soap, master." Marella declared,
even though the soap had washed from her hands quite a while ago.  "I'd
best get some more." She said in a sultry voice, as she stood up.  She shot
him a lingering, wanton gaze as she slowly turned her back to him.  She
moved backwards slightly and the excited tip of Jeff's cock was pressed
into the fleshy middle of one of her buttocks.  As Marella had hoped, that
was all it took to bring out Kurt's animal side.

   His arms swooped around her body with blinding speed and pulled her
tightly to him.  Kurt let out a lusty growl as the hilt of his shaft
slipped upright between her buttocks.  Marella purred triumphantly as Kurt
began to hungrily gyrate his hips against hers.  He kissed her madly along
her shoulder and the side of her neck, furiously tossing her hair out of
the way with his nose.  One of his hands found a breast and began to fondle
and rub it, while the other moved from her belly to her snatch.  He began
by rubbing her entire labia in broad strokes, back to front, but then he
embarked on a precision assault on her clit.  Marella let out a loud moan
as her erogenous nub suddenly found itself the center of attention.

   Meanwhile, the base of Kurt's cock was being worked by Marella's soft
ass, with every writhing motion the couple made.  His balls were being
repeated pressed into her yielding butt cheeks.  The sensation was such
that it could captivate any libido, but ultimately, it was only more fuel
for the desire.  The end of Kurt's rod began to yearn for the tight embrace
of womanhood.  He slipped his hand around one of Marella's thighs and
lifted it, so that her legs were parted.  Then he removed his cock from
between her buttocks and began guiding it to her carnal valley.  With some
assertive caresses, he got Marella to angle her hips back, to make it
easier for him.  Before long, her nether lips were once again welcoming his
organ to the pleasures within.  Once he was inside, Kurt began gyrating his
hips even more passionately than before.

   "Oooh, Yeah!  Oooh God, Yeah!  Oooh!" He growled at random intervals. 
Marella uttered a vocal moan of delight with every ragged breath.  He moved
his other hand down to her privates, to pick up where it's partner had left
off, briskly rubbing her clit.  Marella's moans became louder and more
prolonged.

   She rested her elevated foot on the soap holder, knocking the bar of
soap out and sending it to the floor with a thud and a splash.  The quiet
voice of reason in Kurt's mind reminded him that the holder was far too
weak to support a person's weight, but a louder voice simply responded "WHO
THE FUCK CARES?!?".  The delights of Marella's womanhood made everything
else seem insignificant.

   After a few minutes of passionate mating, Marella clenched hard on his
rod.

   "OH, MASTER!!!" She cried out in delight.  The sudden tightening of her
canal sent Kurt barrelling towards his own orgasm.  He continued grinding
against her as forcefully as he could, using his hand to hold her hips
tightly against his.  Within seconds her climaxing snatch was milking his
maleness of what little sperm it hadn't already surrendered to her. 
Marella cried out a second time as the first blast of semen erupted from
Kurt's penis.  The water washing over her face hid the tears of joy seeping
from her closed eyelids.

   As an intense sense of rapture thundered all through his body, Kurt felt
his loins pounding wildly away, as they mindlessly strove to fill Marella's
entire womb with his fluid.

   Kurt lost his grip on Marella's leg, and it slipped out of the soap
holder and on to the floor.  He was still holding her tightly with his
other arm, though, so there was no danger of her falling.  As his strength
left him, he pulled her over to the corner of the shower, and rested his
weight against the walls.

   As the shower head sprayed warm water over their lower legs, the two
breathless lovers were gradually released from their amazing orgasm.  Kurt
was thoroughly exhausted, but the sense of contentment that radiated
through him made it well worthwhile.  They rested there in the corner for
several minutes before getting up, sharing several kisses and then stepping
out of the shower.

   After they dried each other off, Kurt stepped in to his white bathrobe.

   "I'm sorry...", He apologised, "I only have the one..."

   "Those are the garments that you wear after a shower, are they, master?"
Marella inquired, making bathrobes sound like some kind of sacred
tradition.

   "Well... Yeah." Kurt replied.

   "Very well, master." Marella smiled.  She reached upwards with one hand
and a waterfall of white cotton began to spill from it, twisting around
itself as it fell.  Within seconds Marella was holding an exact copy of
Kurt's bathrobe.  Kurt nearly kicked himself for forgetting that Marella
had abilities beyond those of an everyday hot chick.

   She proceeded to wrap it around her naked body, which Kurt momentarily
regarded as a shame, but then again, he didn't want her to get cold.  Then
she stepped over to his side and he wrapped an arm around the small of her
back as they left the steamy bathroom.

   While they had been drying off, Kurt had realised that he was hungry. 
For a moment he thought about taking Marella out to a fancy restaurant he
knew about, a few miles away.  But then he remembered what Marella had said
about not needing to eat.  Still, she insisted that she never needed to
shower, yet she seemed to take pleasure in it...

   "Marella...", Kurt began, as they stepped into the living room, "I'd
like you to clarify something for me.  Is eating food something that you
don't have to do, or is it something that you cannot do?"

   "As I explained earlier, master, I am sustained by cosmic energy, and
have no need to extract energy from foods as you do.  Having said that,
there is no reason why I cannot mimic your species by ingesting food." She
explained.

   "Do you think it's something you might enjoy?" Kurt asked.

   "I am not sure, master." Marella replied with a ponderous look.  "I
posses a sense of taste... So I assume I would enjoy eating any food that
you would."

   "Excellent!" Kurt replied with a level of enthusiasm that seemed to
surprise Marella.  He briefly re-considered his idea of taking her out, but
decided against it.  Marella was unfamiliar with twenty-first century human
life, and Kurt did not want to risk her saying or doing something in public
that would draw undue attention to herself.  He made a silent promise to
himself to take her out for a nice meal once he was satisfied she could
pass for a regular woman.  But tonight they would dine at home.  "Marella,
I think I'll take you up on your earlier offer of something to eat."

   "Very well, master!" Marella said.  Kurt was beginning to notice that
the same beaming smile seemed to cross her face any time he gave her an
opportunity to be useful.  "What would you like?" She asked.

   "I would like two lobster dinners, one for each of us.  And a bottle of
fine champagne, with two glasses." He commanded.  A broad grin crossed
Marella's face and with a bright blue flash, two lavish plates appeared on
the small table in the kitchen area, along with some champagne.

   "You are so very kind, master." Marella said, seeming flattered by
Kurt's invitation to dine with him.

   The smell coming from the table was mouth-watering.  Kurt had never
eaten lobster in his life, but he had heard how good it was.  Upon taking a
second glance at the table, Kurt was shocked by how large the steaming
lobsters were.  Each one was nearly two feet long, and that's not including
the claws.  He suspected that Marella had gone overboard in an attempt to
be generous.

   "Hoo boy... If I'd known they were going to be that big, I would've just
asked for one lobster dinner for us to share!" Kurt remarked.  Taking her
cue from him, Marella made one of the plates disappear in another flash of
blue light.  Kurt looked over at her and smiled.

   They enjoyed the single, delicious lobster together.  As they sat down,
they used their two bathrobes to form a kind of warm `cocoon' around both
their bodies, inside which, Marella sat naked on Kurt's bare lap.  Kurt
took turns to feed a bite of lobster to first Marella and then himself. 
The meal was mostly silent, although there was nothing awkward about it. 
Kurt continued wondering about precisely what Marella was.  Every now and
then he would ask her some more questions about herself.  He discovered
that she had several other powers, such as the ability to change form for
brief periods of time.  She also had many `therapeutic' powers, such as the
ability to alleviate a human's pain, help them relax, or pervade them with
mild, non-sexual physical pleasure.  But all her powers seemed somewhat
limited (at least compared to the magical beings Kurt had seen in movies).
The most interesting thing that he discovered about her was that she had a
repertoire of sexual positions and techniques in her mind that would put
the Karma Sutra to shame.

   Kurt remembered hearing in highschool english classes that Shakespeare
had written plays about magical sprites that only used their powers for
entertainment and convenience, and also had strong sexual appetites.  He
began to wonder if perhaps Marella was one of them?

   They'd barely eaten two-thirds of the massive lobster when Kurt began to
feel full.  He fed one last bite to Marella, before she banished the
remains of the meal into obscurity with a flash of blue light.

   "That was the best meal I have ever had.  Thank you, Marella." Kurt
smiled as he sipped his champagne.

   "Thank you, for sharing it with me, master." She replied.  Kurt snaked
one hand up her bare back and pulled her forward for a long, tender kiss.

   "I don't suppose there's any chance you're hungry, again?" Kurt asked
with a suggestive smirk.  Marella chuckled.

   "Hunger is a funny thing, master.  You might be totally free of it...
But then something comes close to you that you just know would be so
fulfilling..." Marella reached down and began to gently trail her fingers
over Kurt's cock as she spoke.  "Then you want it... And then you need
it... And then, finally, there is nothing you would not give to have it."
She remarked in a sultry voice as she shot him a seductive glance.  "Does
that answer your question?"

   Again, Kurt pulled her closer and stole a prolonged kiss from her warm
lips.  Marella's skilful fingers had only been stroking him for a couple of
seconds, but already he was rock-hard.  He slid his other hand around her
butt and, while still kissing her, stood up, carrying Marella in his arms.
Their bathrobe `cocoon' fell apart within seconds of him leaving his chair,
leaving them both naked.  He took Marella back into the bedroom and gently
lowered her feet on to the floor beside the bed.  They stood there kissing
for several minutes.  Kurt caressed and squeezed her buttocks with
increasing passion, while Marella gradually moved her body closer and
closer to Kurt's, until his maleness was sandwiched upright between their
bodies.  When Marella began gyrating her lithe mons against his rod, Kurt
took it as a sign that Marella had had enough foreplay.

   He ordered her climb on to the bed on all fours, facing away from him,
which she gladly did.  He ran an admiring eye over her glistening labia,
and then he ran his fingers over it.  He rubbed her roasting sex a few
times and then he slipped two fingers deep inside, which prompted an
appreciative moan from his partner.  At first, Kurt intended it only as a
fleeting tease, but then he decided it would be nice to treat Marella to a
free orgasm.

   He penetrated her several more times with his fingers before he began
rolling his thumb all over her clit.  His fingers stroked her intimate
depths with curling motions, as if they were beckoning her climactic
ecstasy to come forth.

   He could feel his manhood stewing with envy of his lucky fingers; it
yearned to be in the paradise where they were dancing.  But Kurt fought off
his temptations, until his fingers made his lover cry out in delight.  It
was then, while her orgasm still ravaged her, that Jeff stood and forced
his rigid maleness through her slick folds over, and over, and over again.

   "MAAAAAASSSSTER!!!  OH, MAAAAAASSSSTER!!!!" Marella cried, as tears
began to roll down her cheeks.  Her entire body was tensed in an orgasm
that her master was refusing to release her from!  If she squeezed the
bedsheet in her hands any tighter she would surely grind the cotton to
dust!

   Kurt had held nothing back, drawing delight from her sweet womanhood in
fast, deep motions.  When his cock could no longer withstand the pleasure,
Kurt forced her hips against Marella so hard that she almost fell on her
face.  He shouted out as he came, hard.  He had barely any semen left, but
his body acted as if it were trying to pump an ocean's worth into Marella's
sex.

   As their climaxes subsided, Marella collapsed on to the mattress and
Kurt did likewise, beside her.  A few minutes later, when Marella had
caught her breath, she shifted over, layed on top of her Master and began
padding a continuous series of kisses on his lips.  After a while she began
softly pressing and releasing her mons against his limp cock.  Kurt
chuckled in the midst of a delicious kiss; his breath was still ragged from
their lovemaking and his gorgeous partner was already prompting him to turn
the page and begin the next chapter.

   Kurt was impressed by Marella's patience.  She continued to kiss him
adoringly and gently gyrate her hips, but her attentions didn't become any
more insistent and she showed no signs of frustration.  A while later, when
Kurt's rod was once again fully erect and pressing against her nether lips,
the pair re-arranged themselves and began having sex in the lotus position,
where, after a few minutes, they each achieved another orgasm amidst their
lover's tight embrace.

   After that, Kurt began to feel the cold of night setting in.  The couple
restored the bed sheet and blanket (which had slipped halfway off the bed),
and then climbed underneath.  After many minutes of caressing Marella's
most alluring places from behind, Kurt once again began to mate with his
magical slave, this time in the spoons position.  His hips ground hungrily
against her pliant ass until he bought them both to overwhelming rapture.
Yet even after the climax had retreated from his exhausted muscles, he did
not loosen his embrace around the beauty.  He delighted in the sensation of
Marella's warm body being held so tightly to his own.  It was almost as if
he were still enjoying in the pleasure of orgasm, without the strain.  As
he basked in Marella's loveliness, she sung to him in moans of delight, in
response to Kurt slowly rubbing her mons and clitoris.

   Tired as he was, his libido could not help but respond to Marella's sexy
moans.  He asked her to climb on top and ride him, to which she replied "As
you wish, master.", with a seductive smile.  His cock stood proudly at
attention, like a soldier ready for action, but the rest of Kurt's body was
too exhausted to do anything more that lay still and watch Marella's carnal
dance.  Marella's gyrations were no longer hungry, but rather tender and
affectionate.  It was as if she understood that her master merely wanted a
gentle flow of bliss, rather than another mind-blowing orgasm.  Perhaps,
Kurt thought, that was all she wanted, too.

   After a while, he asked Marella to turn around, so that he could watch
her butt writhing on his hips.  Marella happily complied.  Kurt admired the
spectacle for several minutes, then let his head sink in to the pillow with
a sigh of satisfaction.  He'd never dared to dream that life could be so
wonderful.

   He closed his eyes and focused on the enjoyable sensation of Marella's
vaginal walls sliding back and forth along his manhood.



   ----------------------

   Knock!  Knock!  Knock!  Knock!

   Kurt was roused from his sleep by the sound of urgent rapping on his
front door.  The light streaming in from behind the curtains made it clear
that it was morning already.  He let out a loud huff of frustration as he
blinked the sleep out of his eyes.  Whoever his inconsiderate caller was,
they had just interrupted the best sex dream Kurt had ever had.  Now that
he though about it, why was it so hard to breath?  He turned his gaze
downward to find a head cloaked in silky black hair resting peacefully on
his chest.

   "Holy shit!", he thought to himself, "She's real!  Marella is real!  My
beautiful sex slave is real!" his heart began to race as he realised that
his wonderful `dream' was not over at all.

   Knock!  Knock!  Knock!  Knock!

   "Oh, alright!  Keep your pants on!" Kurt whispered to himself, unhappy
about being dragged from his warm bed and naked lover.  Although he had no
direct intention of making his caller wait any longer, Kurt took the
greatest of care to slide out from underneath Marella without rousing her.
She looked so content, Kurt did not want to disturb her.  He opened a
nearby drawer, pulled out a pair of jeans, and quickly put them on.

   Knock!  Knock!  Knock!  Knock!

   Marella stirred and moaned, though her eyes remained closed.

   "Shut up!" Kurt whispered, vainly willing his insistent caller to let
his female companion sleep in peace.  He stormed down the short hallway to
the living room.  As he passed by the couch, he noticed his clothes
scattered across the floor around it.  As an afterthought, he grabbed his
undershirt and slipped it on as he headed for the front door.

   "Yes, can I help you?" Kurt asked abruptly as he opened the door. 
Behind it was a very professional-looking man, in his mid-thirties, Kurt
guessed.  The man's dark suit looked extremely fine, like it was the
brainchild of an A-list fashion designer.  He was tall, clean-shaven, and
had neatly-cut dark brown hair.  In his hands, he held a black
combination-locked leather briefcase.

   "I'm sorry to bother you so early, Mr.Foley, but I came across the photo
you posted on the jewlers.net forums last night, and I just had to get in
contact with you immediately." The man spoke with an air of dignity.  His
voice contained the slightest hint of a vaguely european accent.  "I
represent a client who has commissioned the making of a... rather
extravagant piece of jewellery.  My client has insisted that only the
finest materials be used.  I'm happy to say that the size and refractive
index of the gem you displayed on the forum is ideal for the project.  I
have been authorised to offer you ten million dollars for the gem."

   Kurt shook his head, wondering if his ears were still asleep.  The gem
was indeed fine, but it was worth a hundred thousand, tops.  This man's
offer bordered on ludicrous.

   "I'm sorry... how much?" Kurt asked.

   "Ten million American dollars." The stranger reiterated.  Kurt was
speechless.

   "As much as I'd like to accept your offer...", Kurt began (he was indeed
tempted), "...The diamond isn't mine.  I work at a local jeweller's, and we
were commissioned, ourselves, to fit the diamond in a brooch by it's owner,
Mrs.Deveraux."

   "Well could you inform me how to contact this Mrs.Deveraux?  My client
wishes to be in possession of the gem as soon as possible."

   "Uhh... I don't have her details here, but if you stop by Adler's
jewellery after nine, I could..."

   Looking over Jeff's shoulder, the man's expression suddenly changed from
calm and polite to downhearted.

   "I'm sorry... I don't think my client can wait that long... Sorry I've
wasted your time, sir." The stranger stammered.  He turned and started down
the hallway, towards the stairs.  Kurt watched him for a second,
flabbergasted by the gentleman's sudden change of heart.  As he began to
close the apartment door, Kurt turned around and saw Marella standing in
the entrance to the hallway, peering out curiously.  She had somehow
re-dressed herself in the same exotic costume she'd been wearing the day
before.  Now Kurt understood!  The man had seen Marella!  She was the
reason he'd lost interest in the diamond!

   "I sensed magical residue on that man, master.", Marella said, "I don't
think he was magical himself, but he has recently been in the presence of
something or someone that is." Kurt tore down the hallway after the man.

   "HEY!" he called out, stopping the man in his tracks, "You knew she was
going to appear, didn't you?"

   "I'm sorry?" the man responded with a look of confusion.

   "That's why you wanted the diamond, but you don't any more because now
she's already been released!" Kurt asserted, becoming somewhat agitated.

   "Shhh!" the stranger hushed, before looking around as if to see if
anyone had heard Kurt's rantings.  "Could we continue this discussion in
private?" the man asked in a conceding tone.  Kurt led the man back in to
his apartment and closed the door behind him.  Marella stood at the far end
of the living room, smiling politely.  Kurt, Marella and their mysterious
guest all stood around silently, until Kurt realised the other two hadn't
been introduced.

   "I'm sorry... This is Marella." Kurt said.  Marella tipped her head
politely to their guest.  "Marella, this is... Who are you again?" Kurt
asked, realising he didn't even know the man's name.

   "Somebody who knows what it's like to be in your shoes." The stranger
answered cryptically.  He looked over to see Kurt's brow furrowing in
confusing and chuckled to himself.  "I suppose it's only fair that I
explain it all for you.  I know how confusing the situation can be. 
There's only a handful of ancient scripts that offer any answers and now I
own them all."

   For a man acting like he knew everything, the stranger was explaining
very little.  Kurt decided to repeat his original question in hopes of
getting some useful information.

   "You knew she was going to appear when that diamond was cut, didn't
you?"

   "Yes."

   "How?"

   "Because I have ten more of her kind at home.  Every one was trapped
inside a remarkable diamond until I cut it in two, a diamond just like the
one you photographed.  You would have been my eleventh." The man said to
Marella, with a hint of regret, as he ran his eye over her attractive form.
"A pity, too.  You would have to be one of the prettiest I've ever seen."
Marella didn't react at all to the man's compliment, almost as if she
hadn't heard it.

   Kurt sat down in the living room's second armchair, which he rarely used
himself.  He gestured over to the couch, offering the man a seat.  As soon
as her master had taken a seat, Marella walked over and sat beside him on
the chair's armrest.  Understanding now what enlightenment he could gain
from this man, Kurt hung on the stranger's every word.

   "So what is she?" Kurt asked, "A genie?  Or some kind of... what are
they called?  ...Sprite?"

   "You're pretty sharp, kid." The man said with a smirk.  "It was the
costume, that made you think `genie', wasn't it?"

   "Well, yeah... and the fact that she's offered to grant my wishes. 
Except I've made a couple of wishes already and she says she can't grant
them." Kurt responded.  A look of shame crossed Marella's face upon being
reminded of her failures to please her master.  "It's okay..." Kurt assured
her in a warm voice, placing his arm around her back.  His efforts to cheer
her up quickly restored her smile.

   "That's because she's not a pure genie." The stranger explained. 
"According to the scrolls I've collected, there was once a sacred grove
along a coastline - I've worked it out to be somewhere in modern Albania.
Anyway, the story goes that one day a shiny lamp washed up on the beach
near this grove and was discovered by a passing nymph.  The nymph took the
lamp back in to the grove and presented it to Hesperia, queen of the
nymphs, and supposedly, the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth.
Hesperia rubbed the lamp and Shalakkesh, the great red djinn appeared
before her.  Shalakkesh informed Hesperia that he was bound to grant three
wishes to whoever freed him.  But, as he was a male, there was only one
thing that the nymph queen wanted from him.  Using her powers of seduction,
Hesperia made Shalakkesh her sex slave and, so the legend goes, became
pregnant by him.  But, like their father, Hesperia's children were born
into captivity.  Hesperia gave birth to magical jewels.  Her children were
trapped inside, bound to serve whoever might free them."

   Kurt looked over at Marella.  She was listening to the man with
interest, but not as much as Kurt would've expected her to show in her own
origins.

   "Hesperia kept Shalakkesh as her slave for two centuries,", The stranger
continued, "before an army of raiders passed through the grove.  The nymphs
sought to protect, or camouflage themselves by `merging' with the trees. 
When they came back out, they found that the raiders had stolen the lamp
and most of the gems as well.  From there, the gems were scattered across
the globe."

   When his story had concluded, the stranger sat quietly and allowed Kurt
to absorb this information.

   "So Marella... is half-genie, half-nymph?" Kurt asked, checking to see
if he'd understood the man correctly.

   "Yes.  She's a hybrid."

   "So... what does that mean?"

   "Well... Marella's kind embodies traits from both her parents.  Like I
said, they were born in to captivity like their father was, but they posses
only a fraction of his magical power.  Like their father, they are bound to
serve whoever frees them from their prison, but like their mother, who was
linked to the trees of the sacred grove, they become bonded to a living
creature.  Shalakkesh was always bound to his prison - the lamp, but once
Marella's kind are freed from their prison they become bound to the person
who freed them.  So even if the diamond changes hands, Marella will always
be yours.  Which is why the diamond is now useless to me." The man
explained.

   "They've inherited their mother's beauty, of course.", He continued,
"And also, her lustful impulses.  The great part is that somehow those
impulses have been tainted by the djinn-master dynamic they inherited from
their father.  A nymph would have sex with anything male that they could
find.  But Marella's kind only lust after their masters.  In their minds
they feel a duty to serve you, and in their hearts all they crave is to
have sex with you.  They are, quite simply, the perfect species."

   "This man speaks the truth, master." Marella declared with a smile.

   Kurt shivered in delight at Marella's confirmation of the strange man's
arousing summation of her nature.

   "That's all she'll ever want?  Just to screw me?" Kurt asked.

   "Well, not entirely.  How long has she been free?  A day or two?"

   "Less than 24 hours." Kurt replied.

   "Yes, well, she probably won't show much personality for a few weeks,
keep in mind that she hasn't been awake for very long.  But give it a while
and she'll start showing signs of individuality.  She'll develop interests,
likes, dislikes - by the way, just a bit of a heads up, eight of my ten are
absolutely nuts about stir-fry, they love it." The man said with a smirk.
Kurt chuckled and decided he would see if Marella shared her sisters' taste
by having her conjure some stir-fry for dinner that night.

   "But more than anything else, she will want you to regularly be sexual
with her." The man nodded.

   "Again he speaks the truth, master.  He does indeed know much about me."
Marella responded.  Kurt held her hand and gazed up into his doting slave's
eyes.  His mysterious guest had confirmed his dearest hopes.  This gorgeous
beauty wanted him, would always want him, and unlike the other pretty
creatures he had fawned over in his life, she had no interest whatsoever in
any other men.

   "So now you know..." The stranger concluded.  "I'm sure that you can
work out the rest of the details together." He said as he stood up.  "It
won't take her long to work out what you like and don't like.  When I freed
Saraesa, my first, it was a bit of an adjustment, but before long I was
wondering how I ever got along without her." He said with a smile.  "Oh!  I
almost forgot!  Do you know that their lives are sustained by cosmic
energy, and that keeps them from aging or dying?"

   "Yes, Marella explained that to me." Kurt nodded.

   "Did she explain that she can draw on enough cosmic energy to overcome
the decay and mortality of a second being?" The man asked.

   "Wait... You're saying that..."

   "You stopped aging the second you split that gem, and now, for all
intents and purposes, you're immortal."

   "Are you sure?" Kurt stammered amidst several dumbfounded chuckles.

   "I was born two years before the declaration of independence was
signed." The man answered.  His expression was dead serious.  "So, yes, I
am quite certain."

   Kurt followed the stranger to the door in a daze, as he dealt with this
surprising revelation.  He was immortal!  Man walking on Mars, all the
amazing technology he'd seen in futuristic sci-fi shows, he was going to
see it all!  And Marella... she truly would be his forever!

   "I hope this has been enlightening for you..." The man smiled as he
reached the apartment door.

   "Huh?  Oh, you have no idea..." Kurt responded, shaken from his reverie.

   "It's been a delight..." The man said to Marella in a suave tone, as he
took her gently by the hand and leaned forward to kiss it.  A second before
his lips touched her hand Marella yanked it out of the man's grasp and
placed it firmly in her master's.  She shot the stranger an indignant look
that made it clear that her body was her master's to kiss and his alone. 
"Of course, how could I forget..." The man chuckled, showing no sign of
offence.  Kurt opened the door for the gentleman, and he stepped out of the
apartment, before stopping and turning around.

   "You know, I sat down and did the math once; in the two hundred years
that Hesperia kept that djinn she could've had up to 267 nine-month
pregnancies.  That's even more than I think I could handle." The man
chuckled.  " I guess I could stand to have some competition hunting for the
rest of the gems.  Just don't go telling the neighborhood about this.  I
have a very big house, and I'd like to find a few more magic lovelies to
fill it up." The nameless man smiled and nodded at Kurt, and then Marella,
before strolling down the hall of the apartment block and out of their
lives.  For now, at least.



   ----------------------

   Kurt had Marella conjure some bacon and eggs for breakfast.  As they
ate, Marella confessed that she didn't enjoy this meal as much as she'd
enjoyed the lobster.  Kurt smiled as he realised Marella was already
beginning to develop her own tastes, just as the stranger had promised.  He
also noticed that Marella seemed a bit more eager to initiate conversation
than she had the night before.

   Kurt had nearly cleaned his plate when there was another series of
urgent knocks on his door.  For a second, he though that perhaps his
mysterious guest had forgotten something, until he heard the voice.

   "KURT, YOU LOUSY SLACKER, ARE YOU IN THERE??!?"

   Kurt froze in terror and a look of distress crossed Marella's face.

   "Master... It's the Adler!" She said.

   "I GOT A CALL FROM THE MANAGER OF THE JEWELERY STORE IN WELLESVILLE, HE
SAID THAT YOU RAN OFF LESS THAN TEN MINUTES AFTER YOU WALKED INTO HIS
STORE! BOY, WHEN YOU'RE PAID TO DO A JOB YOU DO IT, AND YOU DO IT
PROMPTLY!" The angry old man yelled from behind the door.  "NOW GET OUT
HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"

   Marella looked over at Kurt.  He was shivering.  Suddenly her expression
changed from worried to enraged.

   "Don't worry, master.  I shall deal with him." Marella said.  She left
her chair and marched over to the to the door.  Without even touching the
handle, Marella threw the door open, sending a strong gust of air blowing
through her hair and the veils on the back of her outfit.  She glared
angrily at the old jeweller, who appeared shocked and stunned by the oddly
dressed woman before him.  Then the old man noticed Kurt sitting in the
back of the kitchen area and he let loose once again.

   "Boy, you better not have skipped work just to bang some whore!" The old
man admonished bitterly.

   "You have upset my master for too long.  It ends now!" Marella snarled.
Then there was a bright flash of blue light and then the angry old jeweller
was gone - vanished.  An awful though crept in to Kurt's mind

   "Marella...", he uttered, "You didn't..."

   "No, master...", She interrupted in a reassuring tone, "To snuff out a
life force requires dark magic, and quite a lot of it.  I draw all my power
from the light.  Besides, I know that are too kind to wish the death of
another living creature, even one as despicable as the Adler." Marella
gently closed the apartment door with her magic as she wandered back over
to the breakfast table.

   "So what did you do to him?" Kurt asked, relieved that his lovely new
companion hadn't become a crazed murderer.

   "There is a field of refuse within a few miles of here..." She began.

   "What?  You mean the county dump?" Kurt deduced.  Marella briefly closed
her eyes and Kurt felt her probing his mind for a definition of `county
dump'.

   "Yes, master, that's right." Marella confirmed once her eyes had
fluttered open.  "I transported the Adler there.  By the time he makes his
way home, he will be quite tired and he will smell awful."

   Kurt chuckled in delight as he pictured the look on the old bastard's
face when he suddenly found himself in a big steaming pile of garbage.

   "No real harm has been done to him, but it should make him think twice
about upsetting you." Marella continued.  "And if it doesn't I shall teach
him another lesson."

   Kurt could not find the words to thank her for slaying his demon.  But
Marella could read everything he yearned to express from his grateful
smile.

   "I am delighted to serve you, master." She said with a smile and a bow.

   As he finished the last few bites of his breakfast, Kurt planned out a
rough itinerary for the rest of the day in his mind.  At about midday, he
would go to Adler's Jewellery store and if Adler had made it back by then,
Kurt would turn in his immediate resignation.  He would hand the segments
of Mrs.Deveraux's diamond over to the old man and let him try to finish the
job with his weak tools.  He'd also let Adler know what he truly thought of
him.  Marella's presence would ensure that the old man would not respond
with any verbal abuse of his own.

   Then Kurt would have Marella conjure some valuable pieces of jewellery
and begin selling them in various out-of-town jewellers.  Once he had
several million dollars in the bank, he would begin househunting for that
mansion he'd wished for earlier... perhaps something in sunny California,
by the beach.

   But before all that, he had some important business to attend to.

   "You've done extremely well, Marella." He said as he stood up from the
table and approached the magical beauty.

   "Thank you, master." She replied with a delighted smile.

   "...So well, in fact, that I think you deserve a reward." He said,
playfully.  He pressed his lips against hers in an open-mouth kiss, sending
his tongue into her mouth to trail slowly across hers.  As he did so he
reached behind her back and slowly tugged on the loose ends of cord holding
her bra to her body.  It wasn't long before the two golden cords were
dangling loosely at her sides.  Kurt broke the kiss and lifted the meagre
bra from his lover's body, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

   He kneeled down and began kissing her breasts, mostly on the nipples,
but also in other places.  Meanwhile his hands had descended down the skin
of her back and slipped under the veil trailing from her panties to test
the firmness of her ass with his fingers.  As her master adored her on two
separate fronts, Marella gently rubbed his back through his undershirt.

   "The man was mistaken, master..." Marella moaned happily.

   "Mnm?" Kurt mumbled in a semi-interested tone, as he slowly drew his
lips over one of her delectable orbs.

   "The man who was here earlier...", She elaborated between absent sighs,
"He said that I was of a perfect species.  But it is not I that am perfect,
it is you."

   "You're very sweet, Marella..." Kurt chuckled dismissively as he
continued kissing her mammaries.

   "It's true, master." She replied in an uncharacteristically insistent
tone.  She slid a hand under his jaw and tilted his gaze upwards so that
their eyes met.  "You granted me freedom, and you give me all the love I
could ever want, even though I cannot grant all your wishes.  I couldn't
wish for a more wonderful master.  So you see, you are perfect." She
declared with utter sincerity.  She pulled his head back up to hers and
gave him a long, tender kiss.

   While flattered by her compliment, Kurt knew that Marella needed an
important lesson.  It was wonderful to be appreciated, but he couldn't
stand the idea of Marella seeing herself as `the lesser one' of their
relationship.

   "I'm not perfect, Marella.", He confessed, "I have my weaknesses, just
like you.  But one thing I'm sure of is that we're gonna be very happy
together.  And really, I guess, that's all that matters..."

   Marella smiled in agreement and they kissed once again.  Kurt's hands
resumed squeezing Marella's buttocks, and Marella's hands wandered all over
Kurt's back.  This continued for several minutes, their kisses growing more
and more passionate, as was Kurt's fondling of Marella's rear.  But
eventually, he craved more than just a delightful grope.  He backed her
against the kitchen wall, and then slid his hands around her thighs and
began undoing the knots on either side of her hips.  As he did so, he
kneeled down once again to nuzzle and kiss her bountiful chest.

   As soon as the knots had unravelled, Marella's panties dropped to the
floor beneath her.  Kurt slipped a hand between the djinn-daughter's legs
and pressed his index finger between her nether lips.  As he did this, he
pressed his thumb gently into her pliant mons and began tracing circles
across it.

   Her privates were very wet, and Marella purred in arousal as Kurt
shifted his fingers slightly across her sensitive labia.  Kurt smirked,
pleased to see that his partner was just as ready for the main event as he
was.  He padded a single kiss just to the right of her navel before
standing upright to resume kissing her on the lips, more hungrily than
ever. As he continued to gently roll his finger around in the opening of
her snatch, Kurt simultaneously pressed his hips repeatedly against hers
and began unbuttoning his fly.  The proximity of her body made the task
difficult, but the extra arousal from his gyrations made it all worthwhile.
Meanwhile, Marella had grabbed the back of his undershirt and began pulling
it off.

   Once his fly was undone, Kurt pulled down his jeans and underwear (which
he had put on after his nameless visitor had left) in a single motion. 
Kurt's maleness sprung from it's denim restraint and plunged into the gap
between Marella's thighs, feeling the gates of heaven brush across it's top
as it thrashed around during Kurt's gyrations.

   After absently humping the empty void just below her opening for a
couple of seconds, Kurt felt Marella's gentle magic guiding his rod to it's
desired destination.  He had originally intended to take Marella back to
the bedroom and `reward' her there, but instead, he had become lost in the
moment.  He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her slightly as he
inserted his cock into her lovely womanhood.  Both lovers moaned in ecstasy
as their bodies were joined.  They continued kissing passionately as Kurt's
hips began to gyrate against Marella's, soon finding a rhythm in wide, fast
motions.  He was pressing her back hard against the wall.  Marella hooked
one leg around Kurt's ass, to pull his loins closer to her own.

   After enduring her master's amazing thrusts for a while, Marella broke
their kiss off and began to moan uncontrollably at the ceiling.

   "YES!  YES!  YES!  OH!  YES!  YES!  OH!  MASTER!  YOUR SEED!  PLEASE! 
GIVE IT TO ME!  YES!  YES!  PLEASE!  OH, YES!  YES!  YES!"

   Kurt continued kissing her with burning desire, just below her ear. 
Despite her impassioned pleas, Kurt was determined to hold off his climax
for as long as possible.  Judging from her tone, Marella was thoroughly
enjoying herself at the moment, even though she craved his sperm.

   As the pleasures of her sex began to overwhelm him, Kurt's motions
doubled in gusto.  He drove his maleness deep into her body with powerful
thrusts, while his hands pulled her hips tightly to his, to maximise his
penetration.  Marella helped by tightening her leg around his body in time
with his motions.  Her vocalisations grew even more desperate.  Soon, Kurt
was humping her so wildly that he had lifted her right off the floor,
leaving her other leg dangling beneath her.

   Suddenly, he began to grunt with each motion as he felt an epic eruption
of semen building in his shaft.  He drew his loaded cock back and forth
through her luscious snatch with all his might, until the inviting caress
of her tender flesh could no longer be resisted.

   "OOOOOOOOHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" Kurt cried.  He forced her hard
against the wall as he came, burying his gushing rod completely in
Marella's love canal.  His hands clamped tightly on her firm buttocks.  A
meltdown of rapture shot through his body as his organ delivered it's
scalding semen.

   Marella's incoherent moans grew increasingly louder, as her beloved
master's orgasmic semen began to lash her receptive womanhood, sending a
tsunami of rapidly increasing bliss hurtling through her.  In a few
seconds, she would be united with her master in sexual paradise.





   The End