"That will not be necessary, my Lord."

Startled, the Sultan sat upright on the banquette. Directly in front of him, in the water, stood the most delectable creature on which he had ever laid eyes. Honey-colored hair cascaded down her back and spilled over her shoulders, shielding her full bare breasts from his view. Her slender waist flared gently into rounded hips that disappeared beneath the water. He swore that he could almost catch a glimpse of the soft golden down between her legs.

Suddenly, the lazy swelling at his groin intensified tenfold. But it was not the curvaceous body of the Djinn that caused this reaction. It was her eyes. The bright blue of her irises was stunning and the Sultan felt as though he could happily drown in their hypnotic depths.

"You are real," he whispered incredulously.

The Djinn's laughter flitted on the air like a wind chime as she approached the Sultan. "You seem surprised. Did my Master not tell you about me?"

"Indeed, he did, but I did not think..."

"That he was telling the truth?" The Sultan nodded somewhat guiltily. "Do not fret, my Lord. You are not the first to doubt my Master's words and you will not be the last. But let me assure you," she continued, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, "every word my Master spake was true."

The Djinn pressed her full, warm lips to the pulse in the Sultan's neck. Slowly, she licked a small trail of fire from his neck to his throat...to his chin...to his mouth. His lips parted hungrily beneath the Djinn's exploring tongue and he sucked it eagerly into his mouth. Never before had he experienced such exquisite tongue play--the stroking, the sucking, the wrestling. It was paradise.

So caught up in the Djinn's kisses was he that the Sultan did not even notice that the Djinn had straddled his hips. Then he felt the warm folds of her sex lightly brush the head of his arousal. The Sultan let out a small groan as the Djinn slowly undulated her hips, rubbing her slick petals back and forth over his swollen knob until it caught at the opening of her channel. Then he let out a big groan.

He slid his hands up her thighs and cupped her delicious rear, gently spreading her cheeks, so that her folds could open for him. Now it was his turn to rock his hips back and forth, inching his cock into her until she was seated firmly on him.

"Allah be praised," the Sultan declared.

"Indeed," the Djinn agreed, lifting herself nearly all the way off the Sultan's thickness and then slowly sliding back down to the base. She had superlative control over her inner muscles. The Sultan could feel them gripping and releasing his shaft like a loving phantom hand.

Again, the Sultan's groans of pleasure filled the air. He released the globes of the Djinn's rear in favor of the globes of her breasts. He lifted their weight in his palms and pressed them together, kneading gently. They reminded him of the fresh young egusi melon from the marketplace. With a sigh, he buried his face in the Djinn's cleavage, stroking the cleft her breasts made with his tongue. He used his tongue to tease her nipples to taut little peaks. The Djinn's head fell back appreciatively. Obviously, she was meant to enjoy sexual pleasure as much as she was meant to give it. She whimpered with delight as the Sultan took each rosy nipple between his lips and circled it relentlessly with his teasing tongue. All the while, their pelvises continued their slow rhythmic grind, the resulting friction pushing them higher and higher, toward the precipice of climax.

"Please, my Lord," the Djinn begged breathlessly, "allow me to take my release, so that I might pleasure you in other ways!"

"Please, my Lady" the Sultan responded in kind, "feel free!"

"Oh yes, my Lord!"

The Djinn increased her pace atop the Sultan's lap, pumping his shaft with her slick muscles until she could no longer withstand the sensation. The Djinn seized up in orgasm on the Sultan, released, and then seized again. Her cries of pleasure could most likely be heard throughout the palace, but the Sultan did not care. He followed suit a moment later, his roar of ecstasy filling the room as the beautiful pulsating of the Djinn's tightness about him propelled him to his own orgasm.

"Merciful Allah!" he cried out as he erupted, his hot seed spilling forth and filling the Djinn, bathing her slick inner walls as she sat impaled on his throbbing shaft. The Djinn continued to orgasm, milking his cock of its every last drop.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Djinn's moans softened to whimpers and then, sated at last, she giggled with delight.

"It is now my turn to pleasure you, my Lord," she cooed.

The Sultan laughed, trying to catch his breath. "I was under the impression that you had just done that."

The Djinn slipped off the Sultan's lap and waded to the nearby steps of the bath. Wordlessly, she turned and offered her hand to the Sultan. The Sultan took the Djinn's small hand and allowed her to lead him to a nearby divan where he stretched out his long frame. He pulled her down beside him so that he could continue her ravishment, but she quickly scrambled out of his reach and demurely batted her eyelashes at him.

"Did I not say that it was your turn, my Lord? Then, do not think that you can distract me from my task with your wicked tongue!"

Laughter bubbled up in the Sultan's chest for the second time in as many minutes. Playfully he waggled his tongue at the Djinn, who desperately attempted to remain stoic. "Are you certain about that?"

"Quite certain."

"Now I see why I was offered only one night with you," he said with a chuckle. "I may not survive this one, let alone enjoy another!"

The Djinn giggled mischievously. "And I have not even begun!"