She had gone over a thousand scenarios in her mind of what to do when the time came. Wish that he could stay, which she knew was impossible; try to run away with him somewhere his creator would be unable to find them, which was also fairly unlikely seeing as his creator was a pagan goddess.
What am I going to do? she moaned to herself. I can't lose him. I haven't even told him... she fell silent, thinking of all the times she should have told him the truth. She loved him. Lena wished for nothing more than to just be with Arion for the rest of her life. She was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him. And after nearly three years, she'd never told him. Sure, she'd said the words, as had he, but to truly put it all out there... she'd never had the nerve. For all she knew, his love for her could disappear as soon as their time together ended. It had been her very first wish, before she'd even realized what the genie was.
But was it really, truly love that Arion felt for her? Or was it simply part of his curse?
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Back at Lena's house, Arion wondered the same thing. Pacing the living room, he berated himself.
"Coward! You simpering, pathetic, mangy dog!" He cursed himself in every language he knew. Which was all of them. "In a few months' time, you'll lose her forever and it will be your own fault, you cowardly weakling! You've said it a thousand times. Just... tell her that you really mean it. Why can I not just... tear out my heart and show her that I love her? More than anything..." falling to his knees, he clasped his hands together. "Oh please, Lady Hestia, I beseech you, take me not from her side. I would beg you kill me before you take me away from her. Please, my lady, I beg of you."
His prayer was answered only by silence. And in that silence, the immortal genie wept.
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When Lena returned home that day, her mind burdened with the talk she knew she and Arion had to have, she set her keys and purse down and sighed. Where could she even begin? What could she even say? And if she did just come out with the truth of her feelings, how would she be received? Lovingly, with Arion telling her he felt the same way; or with pity, with him telling her that he was only with her because of her wish?
"My wish," she muttered. Then gasping, "My wish!" Lena's head snapped upright, the thought hitting her like a truck. How had it never occurred to her? She could just wish for Arion to tell her how he really felt. Then she could go from there. If he said he was only obeying his curse, she would swallow it down and take the pain.
And if he said he loved her... it was almost too much to hope for. "Arion?" she called out. She called again, louder this time. She had only finally agreed to let him magically alter their new home recently and was not used to the size of the interior. A simple, average-looking house on the outside, but a two-story mansion on the inside. He'd insisted she deserved to live in splendor.
"Arion," Lena called, walking through the house toward the stairs. "Where are you?" Then he appeared, standing at the top of the stairs. In spite of everything going through her mind, Lena smiled. She felt the familiar tingle in her nether regions at his arrival. The fact that he enjoyed walking around the house naked probably had something to do with that. Popping the top button on her blouse, a sly smile spread over her full lips. As Arion smirked and descended the stairs, Lena decided that their talk could wait a little bit longer.
They embraced, Lena's clothes vanishing. Arion kissed her tenderly, running his hand up into her hair.
"I missed you," he said softly. His other hand squeezed Lena's soft, plump bottom. "I have been thinking of you all day, Lena." As he spoke, kissing her neck and shoulders, his cock slowly rose until it was brushing against her stomach, thick and hard.
Lena's breath grew shallow, her heartbeat accelerating, as she felt his turgid member against her skin. The flesh of his cock was so soft, yet so hot. Warmer than anyone else's she'd ever been with, whether due to his magic or his virility, she neither knew nor cared. What she did know was that she wanted that hot, delicious cock in her mouth. Pushing Arion back slightly, she looked him up and down, licking her lips.
Looking back at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye, she asked in a seductive tone, "Couch or bed?"
In an instant, they were laying on the couch, Lena atop Arion as he resumed kissing her throat, nipping at the soft skin. Moaning softly, Lena grasped his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly. When a drop of precum appeared at the tip, she spread it over his soft head with her fingertip, eliciting soft moans and gasps from her lover. Sliding down his lean, muscular body, Lena captured the very tip of his cock between her lips and began flicking her tongue against it, humming softly.
Arion's head fell back against the arm of the couch as he groaned deeply. As Lena hummed around his cockhead, the vibration drove him crazy. He shuddered, toes curling as she gently scraped her fingernails against his scrotum, the other hand caressing his torso as she slowly took him deeper. She moaned a satisfied chuckle when she finally reached his base, the tip now sliding into the back of her throat.
Arion was always a sucker for a good blowjob, but this one was more intense than any he'd received from Lena. His eyes actually rolled back in his head as she sucked slowly, bringing her head back up. Her tongue lashed against his cock as her lips met once more with the ridge of his head.
The overcome jynn's hands tangled into Lena's hair, pushing her warm, wet mouth back down his throbbing cock. Moaning at the sudden change in him, Lena sucked him with renewed vigor, her eager mouth begging for his cum. Whether or not Arion wanted to cum yet, his cock apparently made the decision for him. With a sharp gasp, Arion's hips bucked, shoving his cock down Lena's throat once more. Groaning, he unloaded spurt after spurt of his hot cum into her mouth.
Licking her lips, Lena laid back against the other end of the couch, spreading her legs. Arion wasted no time in diving between her soft thighs, his eager tongue devouring her sopping pussy. Capturing her swollen clit between his lips, he sucked hard, flicking the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub.
A sharp intake of breath and a high-pitched yelp escaped Lena's lips as her back arched, thrusting her hips forward to meet Arion's skilled mouth. Slipping a finger into her tight, warm pussy, Arion curled it in that time-tested "come hither" motion, caressing her g-spot with the tip of his finger. Lena shuddered, biting her lip and pinching her own nipples.
"Oough, keep doing that," she sighed. Her toes curled as Arion continued making love to her wet folds with his lips and tongue. Moments later, Lena started trembling from head to toe, seizing a nipple in one hand and Arion's hair in the other, pushing his face closer against her pussy. Gasping and moaning, she came, her creamy thighs clamping around her lover's head as she writhed and gyrated her hips against his unshaven face. Slowly, her orgasm subsided until the ripples quieted, though her legs still trembled.
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They lay there together afterwards, savoring the afterglow. Arion held Lena in his arms and kissed the top of her head softly.
Lena was dying to make her wish and learn the truth, but... she hesitated. She was afraid of what the answer may be. After all, why would a being like Arion, practically a god compared to her, truly love an ordinary woman? The more this train of thought rumbled around in her head, the more dejected she felt. She felt exposed; naked before the world's judgment. She wanted to pull her body away from his and cover it up; hide from his gaze. For how could she have believed there was a chance of any kind of real love between them?
Arion sensed Lena's growing depression and anguish. "Lena, what's wrong?" Turning her slightly, he tried to look into her eyes, but she turned her face away. "What's the matter?" He hated not being able to hear her thoughts, but she had wished for it to be so almost two years beforehand.
"Please," he pleaded with her, "talk to me, sweetheart. What's wrong? Are... are you crying?" He was horrified at seeing the tears in her eyes as they slowly began to roll down her cheeks.
Without a word, Lena pushed away from him and ran upstairs, hair flying behind her as she finally broke down.
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Throwing herself onto the bed, Lena let the tears flow freely as sobs wracked her body. She berated herself mentally, mocking her own feelings; reminding herself how stupid she was for letting herself fall in love with Arion. She knew from the beginning that it had to end eventually. And after this, how could she let Arion touch her again? She was too afraid to ask him the question because she knew the answer.
I let myself get worked up like that just so I could deny it a little longer, she thought bitterly. Arion would never truly be hers. It was foolish of her to think that he could be. Why would he even want to? All of Lena's old insecurities came flooding back to her. Her weight, her age, her looks, anything and everything she could find a flaw in was increased tenfold by her grief.
Arion ran into the room, confused and desperate to do something - anything - to help Lena. What had he done to upset her so? He paused, slowing his approach.
"Lena, sweetie, what's wrong?" He pleaded with her to tell him, to let him help. "I beg you, would talk to me, sweetheart. What happened? What have I done to upset you so?"
He flinched as Lena suddenly sat up on the bed; tears streaked her reddened face, hair clung to her cheeks and pain filled her eyes.
"Arion, tell me how you really feel about me. I wish you would tell me your real feelings, regardless of any other wish I've ever made or any other conversation we've ever had." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Just... just tell me."
Arion was terrified; telling her the truth... he might lose her forever. Two-thousand years and you're still a coward, he thought bitterly to himself. But he could not refuse her wish. Even in his brief hesitation, he felt the magic of his curse pulling at his tongue. Willing his lips to move. In a rush, his confession burst from his lips.
"Lena, I love you. I have loved you since the beginning, and it has only grown in the time we have spent together since. My love for you is all-consuming. If I had known you when I was mortal, I would have never fallen to the hordes that invaded. For you, I would have fought on just to see your eyes once more. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything in all my centuries of life. Were I free of my curse, I would make you my wife; we would have a family, and I would love you until my dying day. I would find your soul in Asphodel and spend eternity with you in... whatever afterlife awaits us." He slowed, finally running out of breath. "Lena... I am completely, unendingly, irrevocably in love with you. Until now... being left with no other option... I have simply been too afraid to tell you."
Silence fell between them. Arion dared a glance at Lena's face. She seemed stunned; her mouth hung open in an expression of shock as new tears formed at the corner of her eyes. The jynn sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"I... I am sorry, Mistress. I... I do not expect you to-"
He was cut off as Lena's full lips suddenly crashed into his. She had leapt from the bed and slammed into him, knocking them both to the floor in her unstoppable need to kiss him.
Lena's world was shining, glowing, burning with such an intensity; she was numb and giddy, yet tingling all over at the same time. He loves me... her stunned brain told her. He loves me! Without a nanosecond of thought or hesitation, Lena's body had moved of its own accord. There was no force powerful enough to stop the sudden, overwhelming need to be with him; to kiss him; to touch him. To know that this beautiful, impossible man was truly in love with her as she was with him.
Said impossible man was rapidly becoming more confused and, having received no explanation, lifted Lena's upper body off of his. "Lena, what... what?" He could not figure out what was happening. Lena was by no means an overly emotional woman, yet here she was, crying one minute and practically ravaging him the next. His mind was torn; he desperately yearned to know what was going through her mind, yet was having an increasingly difficult time focusing on that as his cock grew harder.
"Arion..." Lena began breathlessly, "I've been too afraid to tell you, but... I love you, too! I mean I'm in love with you. I've loved you all along, but I never... I didn't think you could..." she mumbled, falling silent for a moment before looking back into his eyes, happy tears brimming over her long lashes. "I thought you only loved me because of your curse and my wish."
Now it was the genie's turn to be dumbfounded. He desperately wanted to say something heartfelt and emotional then, but he was so thunderstruck, all that came to mind was "My curse cannot effect my emotions, only my actions. I could no more force myself to feel love or hatred than I could kill someone or raise the dead."
Lena laughed out loud, falling back onto Arion's chest. "You're so romantic, baby. Such a sweet talker." She kissed his nose and grinned.
Arion laughed with her; suddenly both overwhelmingly giddy at their confession. Their laughter faded slowly as they lay together, looking into each other's eyes. And as they stared into each other's eyes, they felt the need rise up within them. Lena bit her full, luscious lip as she felt Arion's cock start to rise up between her thighs. A mischievous little gleam came to her eye.
Grinning at her lover, Lena closed her voluptuous thighs around Arion's hot length. Moving her legs slightly, she caressed his cock with the soft skin of her inner thighs. He shuddered slightly; this was something new. For almost three years, he had been making love to Lena multiple times a day, every day and she still managed to surprise him.
Shuddering, he gasped "Wh-where did you... aah, g-get this from?"
"Hmhm," Lena chuckled. "Read about it," she whispered, voice sultry as she lifted her legs slowly up and down, first one then the other, caressing the throbbing shaft in-between them. "I think it's called 'irumatio' or something, but I'm just going with 'fun.'"
Groaning, Arion let his head fall back for a few moments as his hands kneaded her soft, plump ass. Sitting up, he lifted Lena by her hips to have her kneel, straddling him as the downstairs ottoman appeared behind his back. Then with a grin, adjusted his position to slide his throbbing cock up into her smoldering pussy.
They made love for what felt like hours that way, with Lena rocking on Arion's cock, sliding her pussy up and down his length. His lips never left her skin for more than a breath, kissing her soft lips, breathing renewed energy into her; kissing and licking her heaving breasts. Lena ground her ass against hips, one hand on his shoulder, the other on her clit. Small orgasms sparked through her body like electricity, building in intensity until finally, stars burst before her eyes.
Gasping, Lena's body stiffened. Her tight, wet pussy clenching around Arion's rigid cock. Arion groaned, grasping her hips firmly as they came together. He shuddered as he fired at least six shots of his hot cum into her. Her sweet juices trickled down his shaft as she slowly exhaled, her vision swimming.
Then they were in bed, holding each other close as soft music played from the magic jukebox across the room. Arion gently brushed his fingers through Lena's hair as her eyelids grew heavier.
"Arion," she mumbled, barely awake.
"Yes, my love?" he replied softly.
"I wish you could... stay with me forever..." The next moment, she was asleep, her head against his chest and her arm across his torso.
The jynn gently rubbed her back, willing his powers to grant her wish. But nothing happened. No surge of magic, no flashing lights, so sudden revelation. The shackles he felt around his wrists remained as they had for millenia; undetectable to others but inescapable for him.
"So do I, Lena," he whispered as a tear ran down his cheek. "So do I."
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The next morning, Lena arranged to use her vacation time for the year. She'd accumulated a solid three weeks' worth and intended to spend every minute of it with Arion, to try and find a way to free him of his curse. During that time, they poured over every book they could find, every ancient scroll Arion could magic up from God-knows-where and every webpage Lena could find that sounded credible.
"I wish you were human!" Lena shouted triumphantly, pointing at Arion dramatically from across the room.
He stared at her blankly. "I don't think that's going to work, Lena. Kind of like how it hasn't worked the last twelve times..."
"Not helping," she grumbled. "Aren't there any magic people we could talk to? Maybe another genie? Or... something?"
"I do not know, Lena," he replied thoughtfully. "Truth be told, I have never met another of my own kind. My maker told me we were rare, but... not once in two-thousand years? Maybe there are no other jynn; perhaps they ceased to exist and no one told me. But it may be worth a shot." Sitting up straight, he folded his fingers together and extended his arms, with his palms facing forward to crack his knuckles.