Page 28 of Releasing the Djinn
"Oh, but you should know I have every intention of dining on you again, my lovely Nadira," his voice echoed off the high ceiling.
Heat crept her neck and into her face as she realized what he was referring to.
Not stopping in his shameful account, the djinn's voice spoke as if it was just over her shoulder, causing her to whirl in place only to see nothing there.
"How could I deny myself the taste of you again, especially now that you are my wife. The sweet taste of your cunt quivering against my tongue was—"
Putting both hands over her ears, Nadira began to run from the voice while screaming at the perverted demon. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," she shrieked.
Taking the curving stairs two at a time, away from the voice, her mortification rose as one of her hands slipped from her ear.
"…and the feel of your hands clutching at my horns as you tried to bury me further into those midnight curls drove me…"
Dear God, make him stop! Reaching the top of the stairs, Nadira looked wildly in both directions trying to judge which would be the best direction to escape this humiliating speech. Risking for just a second, she pulled one hand from her ear.
"…just the memory of tasting the entrance to your womb makes my dick…"
With a shriek to block out the rest of that sentence, Nadira dashed into the closest door and shut it with a slam. Breathing heavily, she realized the djinn's voice had stopped. Sagging with relief, she turned around and groaned at the realization of where she was. Looking down the long room, her eyes stopped on the gargantuan bed near the end of the room. Damn him, this was all a trick. Turning on her heel, she pulled at the door handle of the door but the blasted thing would not budge.
A gentle mechanical whirring started from behind her. Hesitantly, Nadira turned around, letting her eyes quickly scan the room until she noticed the massive shimmering blue curtains begin to move from the far corners of the room where they previously had sat dormant and begin to cover the array of windows that lined both sides of the room.
A light flicked on above the bed from the towering ceiling above casting a dim spotlight over the bed in the now pitch-black room.
"Sleep, Nadira," Idrak's omnipresent voice instructed.
Stubbornly, she crossed her arms even as her feet shifted in place. She was tired, she thought, each blink was taking more and more effort while each step was feeling heavier than the last; and running up the stairs from the perverted demon's voice didn't help matters one bit. Glancing to the bed, she noticed the covers were turned back, making it look all the more inviting. No, she firmly reminded herself, she had planned on sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight. Even if the small act of defiance was useless to the djinn, whose powers were seemingly infinite powers, she would not let herself be dictated so easily. Nadira could feel her body long for the soft-looking bed as she turned her back on it and sat in the dark alcove against the bedroom door. Pulling up her knees, she rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Stubborn girl," Idrak chided, the nearness of his voice startling her awake.
Turning her head to the side, Nadira groaned at the sight of the djinn laying casually next to her in bed, his head propped up on one hand as he gave her a self-satisfied toothy smile. Closing her eyes in frustrated fatigue, she allowed herself to enjoy the comfort of the soft bed beneath her—the soft bed she had purposely avoided for this reason.
Keeping her eyes closed, Nadira spoke. "I really hate you, and do you know what?" she asked, too tired to wonder what his facial expression might be to her words. "I hate the way you make me feel. I never felt so weak…so exposed before. It's as if you just came into my life and pulled the sheet off of all the things I had been trying to maintain and keep in check just so you can force me to acknowledge everything about myself. And you're just laughing at me like an ant in a bottle, toying with me until you are finally done with me." Nadira could feel the back of her throat constrict and her eyes forewarning her with the tell-tell sting of oncoming tears. Forming a fist beneath the layer of soft sheets, she dug her nails into the palm of her hand, hoping the pain of her hand would drive away the pathetic tears wanting to fall. "I just don’t know what you could possibly want with me," she admitted. "You have so much power, so much freedom to do whatever you want and be whoever you want. Why would you—"
Radiating heat enveloped her, causing her to open her eyes with a start.
Leaning over her now with one hand braced near the side of her head Idrak gave her a vicious snarl, his empty white eyes shining like burning stars against the darkness of his skin. "Do you think I'm not as confused as you?" Seeing her fear, his gaze softened, the brightness in his eyes dimming. With his other hand, he pushed away a damp strand of her long black hair. "I tried getting you out of my head but here we are, so why not make the best of it stubborn wife?"
Shivering at his clawed fingers gently running through her hair, Nadira closed her eyes. A part of her wanted to nod, to acquiesce to his reasonings, but she refused. No matter how hard it was to keep her eyes open in this moment, she could not let herself give in so easily.
Cocking his head to the side, the djinn considered her silent response. "Now, besides being malnourished, you are also suffering from severe exhaustion," he informed her.
Trailing his hand through her hair until it fanned over and down the curve of her breast, Idrak allowed his free hand to explore further.
Trying to squirm away and ignore the feeling of his exploring fingers tracing along the line of exposed skin just above the hem of her shorts, Nadira frowned and mumbled. "I told you I have insomnia."
"No, what you had was years of abuse," he corrected her just as she felt the fabric of her shorts disappear, pulling her fading attention back to the forefront from her fatigue. Giving him a questioning look of astonishment Nadira's breath hitched as she felt his claws skim through her coarse curls. "But that has changed," he continued. "Allow me to guide you into sleep the best way I know how."
"No," she rasped, trying to pull her body out from under his. "Don’t you dare…"
Blocking her attempt to scoot away by settling his knee on one side of her legs, Idrak chuckled deeply. "You and I both know you want it, you want to feel my tongue inside of you as you grind that sweet cunt against my face."
Mortified, Nadira stopped struggling and slapped both hands over the creature's large toothy mouth, hoping to stop any more of his lascivious words. "Stop it!"
"Just say it, Nadira," he teased, his fingers dipping lower into her folds. "Just say the words, and I will make your wish come true."
Relaxing her legs, she whimpered at the feeling of his fingers now slick with her desire rubbing continuously along her slit. Up and down, he tortured her slowly, occasionally letting one of his rough knuckles only glance against her hooded clit. Frustrated but determined not to succumb completely, Nadira slid her hands from covering his mouth, gliding them across his smooth hot skin to the sides of his face and let her fingers knead at his temples simultaneously. For the briefest second, she could see his barely-there pupils roll back in his head at the pleasure she caused him.
Feeling her own defenses lower, she pulled his face closer to hers and stared him directly in the eyes. "And you speak of my years of abuse as if I was the only one." Feeling him tense beneath her hands, Nadira allowed her impulses to take over and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. "I will not make a wish, you are not my wish-master to control," she said, thinking of his accusing words that night when she released him. Opening her legs a bit further, she secretly reveled in the warmth of his bare thigh rubbing against hers. "Do what you want with me, it's not like I can stop you."
A hunger so inhuman and so startling transformed the djinn's face, somehow sharpening his features even further. With just a thought, the fabric of her top disintegrated to a pile of colorful threads, leaving her completely naked beneath the demon. Lowering himself, Nadira's cry was swallowed whole as he covered her mouth with his own hungrily promising without words a long night ahead.
