The Garden of Idin

By 'The Magician'

Chapter 2

The sun did not rise blindingly bright and beautiful on that clear Saturday morning, sometime during the month of February, somewhere in the hills of Caribou, almost forty miles north of Sterling Alaska…? It would have been the perfect day for filming naked snow bunnies, especially the kind with charming smiles and oversize tits, the only clouds in the sky would have been cumulous, just perfect for background shots of svelte forms stretching their arms toward the heavens, hands behind their heads, standing like goddesses before the mountains. Donald Talbot would have found himself rigid in his loins and it wouldn't be from the cold of winter.

('He's gonna' be rigid anyway…')

No, there would be no February sunrise over the majestic mountains covered with ice and snow, and there would be no filming of big-busted bunnies, naked or otherwise, not on that morning, not for Donald Talbot, much to his surprise and shock.
If he'd had remembered having anything to drink the previous night he would have sworn that he was hung over, if not altogether shit-faced; he must have drank two- dozen grasshoppers and fuzzy navels at the very least-and what had his friend told him about mixing fruit drinks with cream drinks, and by all means don't mix the dope with the psychedelics, then you're truly sure to get fucked up, Donald was that; he could barely remember his own name, and he couldn't remember where he was, when he had gone to bed, or for that matter, who he had gone to bed with.

('Doncha' just wished you had your movie camera now?')

Don could have only hoped that he was waking up next to Melissa and that she had enjoyed the sex at least half as much as he did; anything more than that and he would have woken up dead; because the sex had been something that he at least 'could' remember; it was the perfect combination of role-playing slave-and-mistress that Donald could recall ever having participated in; who would have thought that one so attractive could have such an imagination; the girl-whoever she had been-had taken advantage of his over intoxicated state, and when he had 'lulled off', she had tied him down to the bed, only to awaken him joyfully with the best hummer of his entire life, this bitch had been fantastic!

Don started to think that if it wasn't Melissa that had fucked him six ways till Tuesday then he would still be remiss in his duties as the attempted chauvinist if he didn't at least try to get her phone number.
('Uh dude,') the sometimes obnoxious, sometimes still voice in Donald's head was trying to wake him up…and doing so by whispering… ('Before you go tryin' to get phone numbers, you really ought to take a look at this.')
'Look at what, the beautiful naked body of the-'
('Uh, dude. No, this is way serious. Look')
'Look? Look at what? Are you tryin' to screw up my wet-dream?'
('No, that would be 'your' job; I'm trying to tell you that it looks like we just stepped over the threshold of the Twilight Zone and closed the door behind us.')

Don Talbot began to survey his surroundings at the insistence of his own subconsciously perpetuated thoughts. He looked over-or that is-he 'tried' to look over and see who was sleeping next to him. His hands and feet still appeared to be tied. His attempt was awkward at best. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that his bindings were melded into the satin sheets. And then he saw the window and recalled that no one in his group had brought satin sheets along with them on their group's little outing. The shooting stars flying by the big bay window of the bedroom weren't helping him to clear his head either. And then Donald remembered that the two-story cabin didn't have any bay windows.
'What…?'
('Like I been tryin' to say dude, I don't think were in Kansas anymore.')
'God, that's corny.' Don chided himself. 'But I have to admit, it looks like we stepped in-whatever it is, 'big-time'.'

It was about the time that the room started to slowly illuminate itself that the young cameraman leaned over to see who it was that he slept with. The owner of the bed met him half way, and Donald thought that he just might faint.
The woman's eyes glowed fiery embers of emerald, while her skin was alabaster reflecting starlight.
('Good god she's beautiful! But what the hell is she doing here sleeping with you. And-holeeeee-wow! Would you look at the size of those…TITS!')
"Do not try to struggle my love," The woman said to Donald, her melodic voice sounding deeper in the morning. "My mi'nari work off of cyberimpulses, currently keyed to my own neurons."

Donald said nothing. He stared mouth agape at the most extraordinary creature evidently in all creation.
('This dame looks beautiful even in the morning. Soap-opera stars couldn't hold a torch to her. Wait, is it morning? Um, now I'm confused. Are we even hung-over?')
Donald was speechless.
His bindings seem to slide away from one another, even as the woman said to Donald, "I trust that you won't try to run away from me now, will you?" Without thinking twice about it, the statuesque woman stood up in the pale light of the room, naked as a Venus and indescribably gorgeous.
('A white bush! The woman has a pearly white bush! Oh, god I'm in love! That's it dude, its official; you took one too many shots and you are deader than the fuckin' proverbial doornail. Can you say…permanent vacation…?')

Donald, still unable to speak, also found it difficult to swallow. Although salivating in a profuse manner somehow seemed appropriate. His dick was poking him in the belly.
"Later my love." The woman said softly, soothingly, looking over his quivering member, she almost lightly grasped it and then seem to think better of it. Donald almost screamed.
('What? No kiss good morning?')
As if in answer, a beautiful blue tongue of about six inches shot from between her moist lips and pecked Donald on the mouth.
"There is so much that we have to do to get you ready before we reach Malrishi in two weeks. I'm afraid it's 'goodbye my love', until lunchtime."

And then she was gone, through another sliding door, even as still another door slid noiselessly open and allowed the entry of three half-naked women into the room.
Their skin wasn't the color of the beautiful babe that had just left; they were of ruddy complexion with scarlet eyes that glowed more darkly than their shiny manes of straight hair that fell in small rivers down there slender backs. Their figures were that of models, and their movement was that of dancers, and or athletes, fluid, swift, and somehow seductive. The food on the tray looked something akin to bacon and eggs and fruit, and yet literally had the overpowering scent of the Empress's sex. The women took up the utensils and attempted to feed Donald. He on the other hand, thinking little of it, snatched the implements away and began to feed himself. "No offense, ladies. But this is how we do things where I come from."
"As you wish, sire."

('Uh, dude. This is not normal. This is Twilight Zone, dude. Twilight ZONE!')
'Uh, yeah. And…?'

"By the way, what am I eating here?"
"Eggs, cacoin, and fruit." A woman with alluring lashes said softly. "Sire."
"It's delicious." Donald said admit tingly. "By the way, how is it that I understand what you're saying? You ARE aliens aren't you?"
"Yes sire, we are…l'majha. And the reason you can... understand our patois as adequately as you do, is...because you were given a oeurosvirnacular, a… neurotranslator, that was integrated into your brain when you came aboard the Lilis."

('Well, isn't that just roses and cream…?')

"I see, and who might you three be?"
The l'majha gave their names: Mischiel, M'jarissa, and J'janella.
All with eyes and hair color the same they almost looked like beautiful triplets, a subtle nuance hither and yon made them distinguishable; mostly in mannerisms and attitudes; Mischiel seem to do the most speaking, and therefore came across to Donald as the director of the group, however J'janella who seem to speak the least did so with whisperings into Mischiel's ear, the director usually responded to her with laughter and a nod of the head while J'janella would smile a wicked grin and then wink first at M'jarissa, and then Donald himself. M'jarissa would roll her eyes most of the time like the older sister surrounded by the immature musings of her siblings. Periodically the three would pass kisses back and forth, smacking lips , tongue, and or n'ari, sharing secrets that they knew Don was dying to know.

('It looks like you're the punch-line. Again')

Sucking on the fruit that tasted like a pudding pop, the man from another world smiled and asked, "What's with all the secrecy?"
J'janella allowed her tail and n'ari to plant a moist kiss on his cheek before falling back on the bed and laughing. "If you knew that, Sire," she said with a giggle. It wouldn't be a secret, now would it?"

And again M'jarissa rolled her eyes. Later she would bring Don Talbot to climax before her companions.
Mischiel told the young man that they as primary servants of Maritiseis were responsible to seeing to absolutely every need of her consort, that included, and wasn't limited to-although unknown to Donald beforehand, sexual gratification. It would follow that before they would all find themselves in the same tub together, the consort of Maritiseis would meet with Aldoin, the current champion of the Malrishi.

Aldoin would not be joining them for a bathing.

The melted bone, brain-mater, and flesh, melded together splashed and slammed violently into the far wall of the training chamber, courtesy of a well-placed shot from a medium-size particle-beam hand-cannon, Don Talbot winced as he thought the spectacle looked not unlike a rotten egg hitting a steel plate at ninety-plus miles-per-hour.
Mischiel, J'janella, and M'jarissa applauded; evidently the two hours that Don Talbot reciprocated with the champion of Malrishi were well spent. Furthermore, it was only before the women started clapping that the man from another world had felt terribly sorry for his actions.
When the l'majha threw their arms and tails around Don Talbot and began showering him with kisses, the young man felt the need to apologize for what took place in the training facility. As an automated drone came into the chamber to scrape the scattered remains of Aldoin off the wall and floor, Donald said, "It was an accident! Honestly!"

('Ding-dong the witch is dead…')

"So are most of life's greatest discoveries." Maritiseis said, as the door to the massive chamber slid shut behind her
"My Empress." Don Talbot said in unison with the l'majha.
"Truly." Maritiseis replied simply. "I trust that my handmaidens have seen to your every need?"
"Not yet your highness." J'janella spoke up quickly for the group.

"Tiseis, my Empress, I just killed a man!" Donald said, bowled over with something resembling horror and regret."
"Possibly." The Empress replied. "It was quite exciting to be certain."
"But, but I…just killed a man, I blew his fucking head off with… this!" Don Talbot said, holding out the blaster in a manner that suggested that no one had heard him.
"Only if the revivication transinducer modifier cannot put him back together."
"What is this, fuckin' Humpty Dumpty!?"
"Fucking Humpty Dumpty?" Maritiseis replied with uncertainty. Then with a shake of her head, she turned to her handmaidens. "See to it that my consort is 'properly' bathed; he will be joining me for lunch on the terrace."
Without another word the Empress of Malrishi left the chamber, followed close behind by the automated drone.

When the four of them entered the large bathing room that looked more like an Olympic-size pool of watery steam Donald Talbot was at a loss. The women quickly shed their garments and walked into the balmy pool. Don found his head tilting sideways as he looked at them in wonder, marveling at their lack of immodesty, it was somehow very…enticing. And yet, still clothed in his training uniform, the man from another world was suddenly unable to put one foot in front of the other.

('Oh good god, not again. Repeat after me…."I am…not a…virgin"')

Still that didn't stop Donald from shaking once again in spite of himself.

(Of all the bipolar misfits that I had to get stuck with; if you don't stop trying to make coffee with that gearshift, I swear I'm gonna' punch you right squat in the balls.')

'But now there are... three of them.'

"Sirrreeee…" J'janella sang, boobs bouncing above the foam of the massive hot- tub. "You cannot get clean standing there in your uniform."

'There must be some other way'.

('Uh, no. There doesn't, there isn't. Now get in the pool and fuck all three of them.')

What about the…Empress?'

('Ah, gaaawwwwwd! I truly hate you.')

For a moment all activity within the pool seem to cease…
And then M'jarissa was swimming toward the edge. As the beautiful woman stepped up the stone steps and out of the steaming water, Don Talbot seem to lose what little nerve he may have had and turned his head away and down. This did not diminish his hearing or his peripheral vision that saw and heard the l'majha's feet step heavily onto the stone with a slapping that Donald was familiar with every time that he encountered a young woman walking soaking wet around a pool, nor did it extinguish the hard-on that was becoming quite evident in his pants. M'jarissa's ruddy bod was glistening with foam, and her tail seem to twitch behind her as she approached the young man. And then all at once her voice was in his ear saying softly, "Our ways are not your ways."
Donald nodded with an innocence that was sickening to his ego.
"That is good." M'jarissa said agreeably. "May you therefore never get used to them." She said huskily, surprising the man from Earth with a strong and passionate kiss on the mouth. Her hand found his cock, pressing up against his pants.

The l'majha stopped kissing him long enough to say, "May the nobility of Malrishi's champion only be exceeded by his ignorance of the l'majha." And as she kissed him further her fingers manipulated the zipper on his shirt, even as Donald discovered that one need not have their pants down, nor have their fly open to be fucked by a l'majha; the woman's tail directed her n'ari between the man's hips and waistband, driving itself down into Donald's pants, the blossoming flower encapsulated his throbbing erection. The strength of the tail alone kept the man from falling to his knees, then the n'ari began pumping like a lubricating piston, forcing Donald into throes of incontrovertible and delirious ecstasy.

And then his shoulders were covered in foaming heated water, as the man from another world found himself in the pool with the three l'majha, and their bathing administrations were only surpassed by their sexual appetites as they fell on him and took turns on him, and forced themselves upon him in ways he couldn't begin to describe or imagine; a moment could not slip into another without a n'ari pressing against his lips, provoking him to suck the bud frantically.
J'janella was suddenly above him; glowing eyes of crimson following his every move. "Beg me to fuck you." The l'majha demanded in a voice laced with domination. The n'ari of M'jarissa was quickly bringing Donald's cock to a climax, he cried as Mischiel's own n'ari sucked on his nipples, and with a six inch tongue J'janella licked his face, neck, lips. "Beg me to fuck you, Sire."
And then Don's penis exploded in a fiery load that was embraced by the petals of M'jarissa's n'ari. And before his tremors of ejaculation were spent, Mischiel was replacing the loving petals that withdrew from around the man's dick with her own.

And again Donald heard J'janella whisper, "Beg me to fuck you, Sire." Even as he saw through lidded eyes the l'majha turn to kiss the sweetness from M'jarissa's n'ari.
While Mischiel fucked and sucked the man from another world, M'jarissa began to softly and slowly knead J'janella's protruding breasts.
"Oh, oh yes!" Don thought he heard himself say, or maybe it was the l'majha.
The view was staggering for Don Talbot, and his breath sucked in sharply as Mischiel's n'ari squeezed his cock, a release of fluids into his bloodstream forced endorphins to blaze like shooting stars, bringing his manhood to stand at attention once again. Donald's eyes flew open in disbelief. J'janella was plainly allowing him to see the full length of her tongue going down on M'jarissa's swaying flower. And then Mischiel jumped as the man from Earth would come to realize that fucking a cunt was something that the n'ari on most planets, was as a rule and on the whole, largely known and craved for.

To be continued…

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