The Garden of Idin

By 'The Magician'

Chapter 3 (The Terrace)

Even soaked in water and foam like it was, Donald was able to see M'jarissa's bud of her tail glistening with juices. The l'majha moaned and bit her lip. J'janella knew that she was going to come. She looked over at the man from another world and winked, 'Watch this…" she said full of lust. M'jarissa's tail twitched almost to the point of frenzy, as she felt her orgasm approaching quickly, her breath now falling into short and jerking gasps as J'janella smiled and went down on her a final time. The l'majha's orgasmic cries echoed off the walls of the bathing chamber. J'janella had brought both Mischiel and M'jarissa to a climax simultaneously, this activity alone almost made Donald come a second time. But there was a little more of him to go around and J'janella knew this. The l'majha stopped, turned, and leered at the consort of Maritiseis. Her n'ari was on the man's cock before it had time to go flaccid, almost pulling on it painfully as J'janella swam toward him.

('Lady, take it easy!')
"Beg for me to fuck you, Sire. Or I will not stop."
Her petals wrapped tightly around Donald's head and shaft, the l'majha's n'ari began pumping feverously. The man from Earth seemed to lose all control and fell back into the waiting arms of the other women. Mischiel and M'jarissa began to nibble on his shoulders.
J'janella pushed her ample bosom up to the Donald's chin.
('If this is foreplay, dudeman. You are dead.')

The consort of Maritiseis fastened his mouth upon the left nipple of J'janella's breast, sucking it deep, relishing the firm and yet yielding texture of the l'majha's tit.
His hands seem to move of their own volition as they slid across the watery foam covering the woman's boobs, wildly exploring every capacious inch of them, feeling their weight and girth, milking the nipple like one starving and craving lust. And then J'janella pushed herself away from him. She said to the l'majha behind Donald, "Handmaidens of Maritiseis, it is time to drain the bath, and let loose the mi'nari."
The other two l'majha scrambled to comply leaving the pool quickly.
And then J'janella's n'ari returned to the matter at hand.

The suction on his prick and around him as the pool quickly drained almost made the man from another world climax. But the l'majha would not yet have it. And again J'janella pushed herself away from Donald, taking her tail with her.

('Dick-tease!')

Something with the nature of fine oil and satin could be felt moving around the ankles of Don Talbot, and something inside his head almost recognized it immediately for what it was.

('Did she mention…mi'nari?')
The water was at waist-level when the man from Earth felt the oily satin texture wrap slickly around his legs, J'janella smiled wickedly. Like an l'majha with all the time at her disposal, the woman began fingering the nipple that Donald had so recently sucked, even as the other l'majha returned to the center of the bath. They each grabbed an arm from the man and pinned them to his sides and back, they were incredibly strong for looking so…frail. J'janella put her hands on her hips and slowly spread her legs as the final vestiges of foam and water drained from the pool.
"That is a really nice cock that you have there, Sire." The l'majha told the consort of Maritiseis

('She's lying to you dude, don't believe it for a minute.')
"Why don't you show your handmaiden what you can do with it? Since you wouldn't fuck me, why not…fuck yourself; I want you to play with your cock, Sire. Do it. Now!"
('Uh, dude. I think you better do as she says; I don't think they're the handmaidens of the Empress for nothing; she's liable to knock the shit out of you if you don't make her happy, and like right now. I told you that you should have fucked all three of them when you had the chance.')

Slowly, with nervousness showing all over again, Don Talbot began to stroke himself. The mi'nari had turned him into a statue from the lower calves, down to his ankles.

"Play with your balls at the same time." J'janella demanded
"But I don't-"
('Don't argue with her man, just do it; that isn't sweetness and nice in her eyes anymore.')
"But what about the Empress?" Donald heard himself trying to say in his defense, on his behalf, having no real desire to beat-off in front of three women.
('Um, a little late for that, dude; make that FOUR women…)
'Wha…?'

"Why don't you ask your Empress yourself, my love."? Maritiseis suggested as she stepped into the bathing chamber now turned into a soft medium-sized pool of mi'nari. And there was no telling whose cyberimpulses it was affixed to. Maybe all of them.

("Well, there you have it, dudeman. You are officially caught with your pants down; what are you gonna' tell the Empress? "Uh they made me get naked for a bath, and as you can see here, they forced themselves upon me with the…uhmm… 'release of the mi'nari' and-"')

"When I am not around," Maritiseis said, "My handmaidens have charge over you. If there is something you want, they will not hesitate to see that it is given to you. On the other hand, as they are l'majha, and you are my consort, you will be subject to all the discretionary desires of them."
'Discretionary!?'
A vision of Aldoin losing his head to Donald's hand cannon flashed briefly in the mind of the man from Earth.
"Your Empress would like to see her consort play with his balls as well."
('Hah! Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

Seeing that he had little choice, Don Talbot began to play with himself, making certain that all could see him playing with his balls as he did so.

After awhile J'janella said, "That is enough! Now, lie down on the mi'nari."
The substance surrounding Donald's legs released itself long enough for him to lie down comfortably on it. He started playing with his balls again, then thought better of it. J'janella walked over and stood over the man, facing his feet, her tail was raised above her head. The l'majha gave him the perfect few of her amazingly trimmed scarlet pussy, and then she squatted down and sat on his face.
('Now you know what a woman's bicycle seat feels like.')
Her tail came around and reclaimed its place on Donald's stiff prick. And the man from Earth couldn't stop himself, as J'janella began to fuck him with her n'ari; he began to lick her delectable pussy. As she fucked and he sucked, the mi'nari wrapped itself around his wrists and ankles.

('Wheee! Here we go again.')
Donald thought that he might suffocate, before J'janella repositioned herself; following the moans screaming of elation from the other women, the l'majha grabbed the man's cock and guided it between her pussy lips before jerking back sharply so that it traveled all the way up inside her.

"Fuck meee--ahhh!" Donald belted out as he felt himself thrusting up inside the l'majha's pussy.
"Fuck my cunt!" J'janella demanded, and Donald needed no further instruction. As he fucked her, his balls slammed and slapped against the l'majha's round, firm, ass.
"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"

And Donald pushed and pulled with his hips, banging the l'majha until he exploded in a repeated convulsion of orgasms, coming again, and again, and again.

The images of carnal gratification seem to swirl away in the dark pool of Donald's drink as he rested on a settee holding a tall tropic glass tumbler in his hand while Maritiseis reclined next to him. The images would not soon be forgotten, especially when one would consider the exchange of environment that Donald found reciprocated by.
Ordinarily Donald would be charged up with the perfect opportunity of the most provocative photo shoot of his life; a dozen lovers or perhaps more peppered the terrace that he shared with Maritiseis; beautiful l'majha showing their shapely breasts, delicious and inviting n'ari, nice round asses and long graceful legs. Donald WOULD have been charge up except for
('Dude, if you let your dick go flaccid here for a moment, I swear…')

The terrace,
('Or perhaps the balcony overlooking the heavens was a better depiction.')
although huge, wasn't unlike others that Donald had been privy to, with perhaps the exception of another large pool for swimming, various races making love on lounge groups, and the beatification of glowing and glimmering globes scattered and hovering across the veranda that looked like crystal balls with fiery auras surrounding them, encapsulating texturized spheres of phenomenally intricate representation. Donald at once wanted to know what they were.
"They are merely a handful of conquered planets overthrown by the Malorian Empire." Maritiseis said almost sweetly.
(' Hey dude, check this out; the stars are moving in…like…slow motion. Cool.')
Donald was silent for a moment so Maritiseis assumed that it was necessary to elucidate further; "There are those planets that refuse to surrender to the empire of Malrishi, this is the destiny of those planets."
From the corner of his eye Donald caught the glimpse of an enchanting l'majha perhaps five yards away whose mouth was inches from a tasty treat.

"Oh, I get it; these are a representation of those planets that say, 'hell no, we don't want to go'; they're kinda' like trophies or something."
"That is exactly what they are, trophies; however representations they are not. They are planets in stasis, even while their worlds continue to thrive in animation beyond their current state."

"I don't understand."
('Uh, dude, she thinks that maybe you do.')
'How's that, come again?'
('Oh, you know. A'yeh, you do. You're just scared shitless to admit it; that deep down this lady is far more psychotic than you can comprehend; ya' see, those globes are like shrunken heads of their former selves, and--')
'No fuckin' way...!'
"Utilizing a technology that would take too long to explain, and would quite possibly bore my consort, those planets that refuse to voluntarily surrender themselves to us, are transformed into those trophies that you see before you."

'You have got to be fuckin' kidding!?'
('Told ya'...')
The manhood of dorian males fucking pussies and being fucked by n'ari and titties wrapped around cocks and the tails and womanhood of the l'majha while they pumped away to sublime bliss. Fingers were licked, nipples were nibbled and kissed and sucked, the ground seem to sizzle with sex, and the music that drifted above the masses of tangled limbs, was intermingled by the moaning of those caught in the heat of salacious passion.
"Am I understanding you correctly? Are you suggesting that at one time these balls of fire were life-size planets?"
"I'm 'suggesting' nothing, I'm 'telling' you that these beauties dancing before you were once the size of Malrishi. They proved useless in their inability to surrender to the Malorian Empire, as you can see they have a purpose now; they beatify my terrace."
('Oh, now that is...wwhhhaacked...')
Donald didn't know the proper reply to reflect the understanding of such magnitude, he found himself saying, in a voice laced with ignorance, "How large is Malrishi?"
"About the size of your Uranus." Maritiseis said with a sly grin.
('That's...funny.')
('The hell you say! This alien bitch is insane, she's fuckin' psychotic!')
"Only much warmer, and much more beautiful." Maritiseis added.
L'majha licked pussy and n'ari alike, masturbating as they gave and gave again. Kisses with long tongues, and men's eyes gleamed dreamily as the women sat on the faces of dorian and l'majha alike. It was a carnal smorgasbord.
. ('Is this heaven, or what?')

"Then what is to become of Earth?"
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, you don't really expect Earth to roll over for you; they're a little too ignorant for that, and if they don't surrender--I mean I am your consort, and Earth is my home, can you not leave them in peace? If you don't they will fight you; is it then the fate of my home to become one of these...trinkets?"
Maritiseis laughed. "My love you are stammering, and you are truly the adorable romantic that I believed you to be. Drink your sprisos; it will calm your nerves.
Seeing that Donald had little choice, he took up his drink that tasted of cola and cherries laced with sugarcane dipped in alcohol, and suddenly he found himself start to feel better about a great many things; firstly and most especially how extraordinarily voluptuous, vivacious and gorgeous Maritiseis was.
('So she collects planets; we all have our faults, vices, and hobbies.')
There was the intermittent giggle, and on more than one occasion Donald found himself looking into the eyes of another l'majha as they returned his passing gaze and smiled seductively at him.

"I assure you my love, Earth is quite safe." Maritiseis chuckled. "I have no interest in it; Earth is a filthy planet, whose technology cannot even rival that of a toddler's imagination."
('I'll go along with that. But, hey nimrod boy, if Earth isn't all that it's cracked up to be as far as 'Tiseis here sees. Then why would she have any interest in you? I mean let's face it; model material you are not. And you DO have a little dick.')
"Maritiseis, my Empress, I'M from Earth." Donald pointed out.
"Or so you believe." The woman episodically stated, anticipating where the man from another world was going with this. "But have you never felt that you were from somewhere else?"
And perhaps it was the drink, but suddenly what Maritiseis was saying made perfect sense.
'God, she is so beautiful.'
Often times Donald felt himself experiencing sensations of exclusion, where he literally felt like he was on the wrong planet. "But doesn't everyone at least once believe that they are from another world, that they don't belong?"
"Perhaps," Maritiseis replied with that sly look crossing her countenance again. "Some more than others. And perhaps it is the truth."
Donald wasn't sure what to say.

"Stuff it in me!" Someone squealed, and Donald almost lost his drink through his nose.
"Do not trouble yourself my love. Your destiny lies along a different path than that of Earth. Trust me in this."
"Maybe I will. If you will tell me what my…destiny is."

"I will. But first, you know that you wish to kiss your Empress, so refrain no longer from the desire to do so."
('Now you're talking.')
And Don Talbot leaned forward on the cushioned divan to give his Empress a kiss. When his lips were less than two inches from her own, Maritiseis grabbed him and pulled him forward, pushing her tongue into his mouth, then she threw him down on the settee and began quickly stripping him of his uniform.
Before Donald could say a word Maritiseis went down on him, sucking on his lengthening penis, her mouth lovingly caressed his cock.

The man from Earth threw his head back as his heart began pounding like a trip hammer; the flickering tongue of the Empress teased the rim of his knob. Then her lips and mouth enveloped his throbbing prick
"I'm gonna come!" He screamed abruptly.
As if in compliance to some unspoken request, Maritiseis sucked all the more frantically on Donald's rod, and seconds later he exploded in a climax that shot down her throat, and caused his back to arc, sending wave after wave of shivering ecstasy up and down the length of his spine. It was only after his tremors started to cease that Maritiseis stopped sucking his dick long enough to allow her n'ari to lick the last vestiges of cum from Donald's rod. A moment later and she was easing her cunt lips down on his pulsating prick, not giving it a moments rest to go flaccid, and the two gasped as one along with the cries of the others on the terrace. Donald thought that he would go mad with pleasure as Maritiseis rode him in a heated frenzy.

Everyone on the terrace was crying out for more, as others fell into spontaneous orgasms one after another. Donald watched the tits of the Empress bounce playfully as she screamed, "Fuck me! Fuck me, my consort! Fuck your Empress! Oh, by the gods! Fuck meeeee!!"
To the best of his ability and stamina, Donald complied; the sprisos seemed to help immeasurably. Suddenly the man from another world felt pent all over again. And Maritiseis seemed to be aware of this detail and she continued with her yells of, "More…more…more!" Donald was growing breathless, sweat was sheen, a second skin, it was euphoria from endorphins going off like skyrockets provoked by the chemicals of the ingested sprisos. Donald saw a star going supernova as the Lilis traveled through space and time and speeds unfathomable to the man's comprehension. "Oh, baby! Oh, honey," Maritiseis gasped, "Make me come!" As a second star exploded in the throes of novae, Donald did just that; with a squeal of rapturous elation, the Empress sat down hard on the man's prick. Then, with a long, heavenly sigh of satisfaction, she announced her orgasm.

After a time, activity on the terrace seem to grow a little more quiet, and as the two lovers from different world lay on the settee, gasping heavily, Maritiseis took in a strong breath of air, and exhaling she said, "Now my love, I will tell you of your destiny."

--To be continued…

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