My Wish - Time Guardians Book One (2 page)

Alana's eyes fell on the tall plant stand next to the mirror. It was right in front of a fanciful niche stencil that Alana had done in her home-decorating phase, and as soon as she saw it, she knew that was the spot. It took ten seconds to remove the small bud vase with its silk roses and replace it with the vessel. Stepping back, Alana nodded approvingly.

Another wave of dizziness tingled over her—what was with this? "Shower," she thought to herself, "then food. It's gotta be a sugar level imbalance." Toeing off her sneakers and unzipping her jeans, Alana dodged into the kitchen, grabbed a cold soda, and headed for the shower, snagging her favorite old bathrobe along the way.

Half an hour and one refreshing shower later, Alana emerged back into her room, toweling off her hair. She paused for a moment, then sniffed—and sniffed again. She could smell a fragrance—not perfume exactly, but not incense either.

"Must be George going overboard on the candles again," she said to herself, thinking with distaste about her neighbor two doors down whom she had mistakenly dated and stupidly fucked when he had first moved in last year. She yanked her hairbrush savagely through her unruly curls as if to punish herself for being such an idiot.

"No finesse, didn't even wait until I'd made coffee to get my pants off, damn near took me standing up in the kitchen, about two hours before I was ready, and Janet wonders why I don't like sex?" Alana harrumphed at her reflection. "It's a miracle the species survives when there are men like George around."

A quiet laugh breezed around the room behind her.

She spun quickly, clutching the lapels of her robe, but saw no one.

"That's it, no more thinking about sex," she said firmly to herself. "I'm certainly going downhill when I start hearing things."

Unwillingly, her brushing movements paused as her eyes fell on the vessel. She sniffed again.

"Damn—I wonder if there's something inside that's smelling." Visions of dead things decomposing flashed through her mind, and it was with a very careful hand that she gripped the plug and gave it a tug. Nothing happened.

Getting a better grip on both vessel and plug, she pulled again. Still nothing.

"Crap—this is in here to stay." She held the vessel close and peered at the plug to see if there was a seal, but she couldn't find anything that would prevent the plug from coming out.

Grabbing it firmly, she pressed it to her stomach for strength and gave the hardest pull she could manage on the plug. Nothing budged an inch.

Flexing her fingers, she obeyed a strange whim and sniffed them. There it was. The fragrance that had been permeating her room was definitely coming from the vessel. Then she remembered—Blue Lotus oil. Was it possible there was still some in there? After all these years? If there was, it had probably been added recently. There was no way fragranced oil could have survived thousands of years, was there?

Stumped, Alana sat on the side of the bed holding the vessel and gazing at it. Giving in to temptation she ran her fingers up one of the handles, and this time circled the tip with her finger before following the shaft back down to the base, where she caressed the rounded sac. A distinct moan floated around her.

She jumped and dropped the vessel on the bed, wiping her suddenly sweaty palms on her thighs.

Her body felt very warm, and her skin began to feel tight, sensitive, over-stretched—in fact, the soft cotton of her old robe was becoming irritating to her nerve endings. She hurriedly shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, unconcerned that she was naked beneath.

She swallowed, throat dry and tongue sticking somewhere in her mouth. "This is nuts..." she breathed, as her body's sensations became even more pronounced. Her breasts began throbbing in earnest, and she couldn't help but watch as her nipples puckered and hardened as if suckled by an unseen mouth.

She gasped as she realized a drop of her juices was slowly dripping down the inside of one thigh. She was totally and completely aroused—and she was alone. What was happening to her? Her clit was beginning to ache and she felt a strange urge to push her hips forward, towards the vessel. She stepped closer, and the nearer she got, the more intense the feelings became. Her hands rose, blindly seeking out her own nipples to relieve the aching pressure. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and moaned. What was she
doing
? Who was this wanton woman fondling her breasts and watching her own arousal? She needed
something
and her eyes turned again to the vessel. She knew now that the handles had moved—they were standing much further away from the vessel and were hard and straight—the soft curves of the mahogany had become rigid ironwood.

Unable to stop herself, she reached for the vessel and brought it to her now dripping pussy. She felt the throb as she touched one handle to her clit, and sighed aloud as she rubbed the head over herself, soaking the handle and her fingers in the process with her astoundingly abundant moisture. It was so smooth and felt so perfect against her superheated flesh. Her knees buckled as she felt the first shivers of her approaching orgasm, and the vessel slipped from her wet fingers...

"Oh, God, no. Not now..." she cried, grabbing one handle firmly with her hand and sliding the other handle back over her aroused clitoris. It was a matter of moments before her shivers began again, and each movement she made seemed to ratchet the tension in her body up a notch. Her hips thrust, her toes curled and her breasts became swollen and tipped with dark sensitive nipples. A quick glimpse in her mirror showed her a woman writhing towards the heights of ecstasy; her hands were moving so fast that the vessel was merely a blur—one handle sliding up and down though her fingers and the other sliding up and down through her swollen and sensitive flesh.

Just when she thought she would die if she didn't come—it happened. An orgasmic explosion racked her body with the most exquisite tremors, and every muscle she had spasmed for what seemed like hours. A sob erupted from her throat and she slumped onto the bed, sinking into a comfortingly sated oblivion.

Chapter 2

Alana came slowly back to consciousness feeling better than she could ever remember feeling before. Her body was relaxed, as boneless as a slug. She stretched her arms high above her head and smiled as she opened her eyes. God, that had been good...

She froze. Rising from her dewy skin was a soft blue vapor, trailing this way and that, softly caressing her and making her pores tingle. It felt wonderful, but it was blue vapor. Blue vapor should not be in her bedroom swathing her body like some weird Hollywood special effect. She shut her eyes again, determined that it would be gone when she opened them. Turning her head to the side, she slowly opened one eye.

A wickedly handsome face smiled at her.

"Shiiit..."

She turned the other way and opened the same eye.

Another wickedly handsome face was openly grinning at her.

She shrieked and leapt off the bed, clearing the strange bodies in a single bound. Trembling against the wall, she clasped her robe and struggled into it.

"Who the hell are you…what are you doing here...how did you get in?"

Her questions ran out of steam as she got her first good look at who had been sharing her bed.

They were, in a word, splendid. A matched set, and yet different, one had a mane of hair that was so blond it was almost silver, while the other had long dark curls with glints of fire. They shared magnificent chests, broad shoulders, and arms that were solid, strong and firmly muscled. Apparently, neither believed in clothing, because they were both stark naked. Their skins were golden—and Alana realized that it was not the gold of a tan, but a real golden glow—almost as if they were acting as their own light source.

Unashamed, they lay on the bed gazing at her, one resting on a propped up arm, the other with his hands casually behind his head.

She couldn't help herself—she looked...

Even at rest, they were flaunting equipment as splendid as she'd expected. Two thick, solid and well-developed cocks nestled in beds of softly curling hair, the color contrasts pleasing to the eye. Alana gazed, fascinated, as they lay there smiling, almost as if they were basking in her approval.

"Okay—did Janet put you up to this? Are you two Chippendale dancers or a strip-o-gram or something?" She pulled her robe tighter and knotted the belt securely.

"And what's with the blue fog? It might work on Halloween, but not in early September—too spooky."

One turned to the other.

"She is not aware of our identity, my brother."

"Indeed not, my brother. We should enlighten her before our tutoring duties can begin."

As one, they rose and bowed gracefully to Alana. Given her present garb, she felt it rather inappropriate to curtsy back, but it was close...

"I am Sami and this is my brother Hari. We are from the pleasure dimension and we are here to see to your education in all things pleasurable."

Sami—the blond one, mentally categorized Alana so that she could keep them straight—waved his hand around the room expansively. "You will become our student."

"I'm dead, aren't I?"

"By the gods, no, Mistress Alana. You are certainly not dead. Did you not just prove that conclusively?" said Hari in a deeply seductive voice.

Alana's buttocks clenched against the memory of her orgasm.

"In that case, I'm in a coma," she replied. "Definitely a coma. Or this is some kind of drug-induced hallucination—or...no that can't be right, because I don't do drugs. So it's a regular orgasm-induced hallucination—hey yeah, that's it..." She pressed herself even further back against the wall.

"No wait—it's that damn Blue Lotus. I could smell it earlier from that vessel..." Her voice trailed off as she looked at the vessel. There were no handles on its sides at all—it was smooth all the way around. She looked at Sami and Hari and at Sami's and Hari's cocks. She looked at the vessel again, and the cocks again.

"I'm going mad," she moaned, slithering down to the floor in a lump.

Two chuckles greeted this statement as Sami bent down and casually picked her up off the floor.

"Hey—what—just you put me...where are you taking me?" Completely befuddled by the ease with which she had been picked up off the floor—and she wasn't a lightweight stick woman, either—Alana stuttered into silence as she was carried into the bathroom.

Sami gently lowered her onto the closed toilet seat.

"Now, Mistress Alana, sit and listen while we prepare your bath."

"But I already took a shower..."

Both heads turned and gazed solemnly at her.

"Sorry."

"Sami and I are travelers. We go where we are needed to help people of this world discover the truth which lies inside them." Hari was testing the water from the faucets as he spoke, his soothing voice calming Alana's troubled spirit.

"We are from a race of beings called Djinn—what your children's tales call genies."

Alana tilted her head to one side. "As in rub the lamp and out you pop, I suppose. Well, hell. I sure did rub the lamp. Aren't I supposed to get three wishes or something?"

Sami laughed. "That is so yesterday, Mistress," he grinned, and Alana couldn't help smiling back at his huge blue eyes that definitely twinkled at her. "Today we travel throughout not only your world, but others known to our kind, and we don't grant wishes so much as help you get in touch with your inner sexuality..." He gently laid a finger on her cleavage, making her body tingle.

"So you're asking me to believe that you two are some sort of intergalactic sexual counseling service that's going to help me get in touch with my inner slut? And I do this by having wild genie sex with the both of you. Yeah, right. See this? This is my 'Oh-sure-I-buy-that' face..." Alana snorted from a combination of stress and arousal. No getting away from it, these were two bodacious men, and they
were
naked, and they were in
her
bathroom...

"I don't think that is a good analogy, my brother..." added Hari, as he stirred some sort of oil into the bath water. A wonderful fragrance rose into the steamy air and Alana felt dizzy for a second or two.

"Hey—how do you two know about that kind of thing anyway?" she asked suspiciously.

"Reality shows on cable."

"Wait a minute. You guys have cable in your bottle—er—vessel—er—
thing...?
" They exchanged rather embarrassed glances.

"Aha." Alana smirked at them. "I knew you two were fakes. You couldn't get cable in there..."

"Well, actually, we do get it but we don't have a legal converter," said Hari, busying himself with the bath.

"Wait—how do you..." What am I doing? I'm arguing with a pair of genies over whether they get cable TV in their bottle. I should be asking them if they get the pay services. Closing her eyes, Alana gave in to the moment.

"Yes, we do get the premium services too..." grinned Sami, watching Alana's face as she struggled to adjust to this wild situation.

"You must love the Playboy channel," she murmured, trying hard not to look at Hari's buns as he turned off the water. Ohmigod, they were so fine...

Sami straightened and faced her without his usual smile. "No, Mistress. We do not enjoy that channel. It is demeaning to women. The men are mostly unattractive and do not take care of themselves, and they can last only for a very short time. We have yet to see the act of love performed correctly."

"And the production values are very poor. It's sad..." added Hari thoughtfully.

"But enough—time to begin your learning program." Hari scooped Alana off the toilet seat and held her over the tub. Blue petals were now floating in the water and a soft, seductive fragrance curled around her legs like steam.

"My robe, wait, don't drop me."

"I would not dream of doing that, Mistress, and we must certainly rid you of that—did you call it a robe?" Sami had swiftly unknotted her bathrobe and slid it away from her body almost before she knew it had happened. He held it out to the side with a puzzled look on his face.