The Garden of Idin

By 'The Magician'

Chapter 4 (Ti'fos)

('A week later and Maritiseis was still telling Donald Talbot his destiny. He was a little slow on the uptake.')
In his free time away from the strict regiment of training, and getting reacquainted with Maritiseis and her sexual appetites, Donald studied the history of Malrishi.

…'The l'majha, overseen by Maritiseis, had not always been the dominate race of Malrishi; sadly they had been slaves placed in bondage by the cruel malari dorians before them, in an attempt to make a race even more superior than the one that they had conquered. War raged for centuries. In the midst of the turmoil a child was born that would turn the tide significantly. Unknown to those that would raise her, Maritiseis had phenomenal powers bred into her; the mother of the would-be Empress, in time would show herself to be an extraordinary leader and fighter, and her powers were the direct result of her own mother's mother having been raped by a demon, a dark consummation that would ensure that the child sired would have unbelievable power…

Malrishi was a world like any other that perpetuated a highly sophisticated and totalitarian government, overseen by a strict, severe, and often times cruel, l'majha goddess, Empress Marititseis.
A large portion of the planet's surface burned with flames the color of her twin suns, Thani I and Thani II, scorching more than half of the globe with tongues of fire.
At night far from the surface choked with fire and smoke, the waves of the warm, cool, and, and sometimes frigid oceans in contrast, reflected the colors of the planet's three moons, Stirling, Harisa, and Kelhmyr.

As an alternative to provinces scattered, lands and kingdoms huddled together, and would become one for strength and support. So it wasn't odd to find several lords of the lands brushing right up next to each other, sometimes intersecting territories.
High up in the mountains of Molumiir, almost completely surrounded by towering peaks of rock and stone, stood the Grand Kingdom known as Ladiston. It was a large providence, spreading throughout the mountains and consisted congruously of four smaller kingdoms that made up the whole.

Ruled by four kings; each king had a throne in the Unity Hall, as well as having a throne in the own royal palace, all of who were seeking the ultimate 'seat of authority' beyond Ladiston, seeking the hand of Marititseis.
('and that wasn't all they wanted…)

(Oh, by the gods give me that l'majha n'ari, let me squeeze those blue-white tits, and lose myself in their generous valley, let me 'ride the lightning' and fuck the Empress all the way up to paradise!')

All the while, even as technology was arbitrarily handed out to all the other kingdoms that peppered the globe, unknown to all the foolish kings, the Empress had higher ideals.

Krystau, Diaas, Savis, and Vaina, were the four kingdoms that were Ladiston.
Each king from each kingdom wanted to wed the Empress, and three out of the four lords had intentions that were neither noble nor scrupulous; for they were not inexpert to the history of Marititseis, and how she overt threw the dorians, nor were they blind to her wiles; Almost single-handedly, utilizing her attributes, the Empress conquered the planet Malrishi. Utilizing her attributes, her strengths, her power of seduction; using her tits and ass, her tongue and lips, her words and her n'ari' like no other l'majha on the planet, Marititseis overthrew the malari dorians of Malrishi.

And after the dust from the onslaught settled, the Empress took the male population of the malari dorians and either imprisoned the male dorians, made them her slaves, or if they really fucked up, she turned them into genetically engineered marachni; which was essentially the crossbreeding of a giant scorpion with a giant spider, laced with a shivis; so that the outcome was something that resembled an arachnid with the upper-body of a dorian with four arms, centaurian in nature with a remarkable tail that came to an end at a wickedly barbed stinging appendage; the creatures were ugly and poisonous as the gases in Infernos. The malari dorians that lived called it cruelty; however with all that Marititseis had been through-seeing her people raped-and or killed-she didn't give much of a damn what they thought.

Unfortunately, the lust of the l'majha required other forms of satiation; their kind demanded 'spice' in their lives, and after ten years of abstinence, the l'majha demanded that those imprisoned must go free.

Fearing another uprising, Maritiseis unlocked the gates of the prisons, only under the following conditions: first a prisoner had to be taken under the wings of a l'majha, either as consort, boy-toy, or servant; Second if a dorian was found doing anything that remotely resembled deviation under the principles of rules and conduct set by the l'majha, the dorian was punished in a manner befitting the crime; lastly if any dorian was found guilty of murder, said criminal was either put to death along with five other dorians chosen at random to share the criminal's fate, or said criminal would be transformed into a marachni, right along with five other dorian's chosen at random. It wasn't unheard of for the other five to challenge the one, and Marititseis often times looked forward to it; if the other five were to kill the one in the arena, the Empress felt justice was done, and, if the one managed to kill the other five, then Maritiseis knew that she had a soldier worthy enough to join the ranks of the Imperial Guard, and perhaps the Imperial Cadre as well; either way justice was served.

So the malari prospered with the l'majha, and the Empress saw that it was good…'

This brief history of Malrishi seem to fly by the man from Earth like the stars beyond the bay window

As he sat in a throne that seemed to meld around his body, staring into the heavens speeding by through an overly large bay window, shrouded in a chamber of dancing shadows, Maritiseis said to him, "We will be arriving in Malrishi in less than a day, how do you feel?"
Before Donald could reply, his inner voice interjected. ('I think that's my cue to 'take the stand.'
"Well, let me see." Donald said in a manner of consideration. "Before I met you I was a…'nobody.' Now, two weeks later, and I'm able to put my fists through rock like they were made of iron, I can fight with a sword-and or hand-cannon in each hand, I've got every man aboard this ship scared shitless of me, and all the women want to fuck my brains out-and or sire my children. Hmmm, I don't know. I would say that I feel pretty damn good about myself." And Donald's inner voice would have left it at that, but the man from Earth added, "Could you tell me more about the chamber of the sword?"
"Of course." Maritiseis said agreeably. "Could we discuss this in the bedchamber?"

Sitting up in bed, sharing a tall drink between them, Maritiseis replied, "Vantell Scheia, your sworn enemy, was a fool when he broke his sword of power, unable to prevent the death of a misguided martyr being stoned to death, he allowed the two pieces of his sword to fall into the dirt that quickly began to turn to mud beneath the rain that fell on that day of misery. The sword pieces would be buried in the earth and later found…the most unfortunate of ways by the first force considered evil that tried to approach the place where the two parts were buried."
"And to this day," Donald said, "We have no idea who the martyr was?"
"No. Nor do we care. It was the stupidity of Vantell that would make it necessary for his army of garigans to locate the two pieces of the sword, and allow his successor to rise more quickly in station, and bear the same name.
('You remember the garigans dudeman; white lion-like critters with wings, having heads like wolverines and weigh in at about five times a Siberian tiger.' That's 7500 pounds, man.)
The garigans hid both pieces of the sword prior to the successor's baptism of fire; this would be part of the man's test to prove that he would be worthy to carry the sword once found."
"But the sword was broken."

"Aye. And as I told you previously, the two pieces became individual weapons, their power was diminished, but still potent, and it is one of these swords that you will lay hands on in the Chamber of the Sword, then no one will deny that you are truly the Champion of Malrishi.
"But-"
('Ah, dude. Would you just go along with it, and stop trying to make sense out of everything?')
A chime sounded at the door of the bedchamber, and in a commanding tone, the Empress replied, "Enter."

The doors slid open and a lithe female figure glided elegantly into the room adorned in white veils and a metal bikini, the l'majha moved over to a console, tapped a few keys and suddenly there was music and the lighted atmosphere dimmed dramatically. The lissome form began moving to the rhythm of the music and her darkened shadow danced off the walls and ceiling, keeping time with the l'majha.
Maritiseis smiled. "Entertainment before bedtime, my love." She said simply.

The l'majha's shoulder length platinum hair seemed to sparkle with the bikini that moved and bounced off the curves of the woman's dark-skinned body. Her tail-all save for her n'ari and a hand's width from the bud, was decorated with fine jewels and jewelry that complimented the ornaments on her ankles, wrists, neck, and forehead. Pulling a veil from her hip that had been attached by a gold-scarlet chain of infinitesimal proportions, she tossed it into the air, and spun around it as it slowly alighted to the floor, then she took hold of another and did the same, this time her tail slapped the other veil aside. A quick glance over her left shoulder and she made eye contact with Donald, the man was unable to determine the color of the l'majha's prodigious eyes, and then the woman was dancing about the room again.
The music that filled the room although was alien in representation reminded Donald of a time where he was at a Greek festival where succulent and exotic food was offered and belly dancers proffered their talents before an enthusiastic audience.

The dancer whirled and undulated her belly and pelvis slowly at first, in a sensual and provocative manner, then as the rhythm and tempo of the music increased, so did the behavior in which she offered herself, each movement of dance fluidly melding into the next, and then all at once the dancer fell into a position that might have ordinarily given an individual the impression that she was about to do a series of push-ups, her tail wavering above her. Instead however, she arced her back in manner that seemed impossible, and then she spread her legs, offering to Donald the most erotic splits presentation that he'd ever seen.
Maritiseis slowly reached over and grabbed Donald's cock, giving it a playful squeeze. "Do her motions make you want to fuck her?" The Empress said not unpleasantly.

Slowly the dancer's tail arced, and using time as an enticement, the l'majha pushed with deliberation, her n'ari toward her pussy; full penetration was prevented by the bikini bottoms that the woman wore, on the other hand the action made Donald forget to breathe.
The dancer rose gracefully to her feet, and with innocent eyes regarding both Maritiseis and Donald, she took her tail in her hand and began kissing, licking, and sucking the tip, her n'ari glistening.
As she slowly took her hands away, her tail remained prone and parallel to the woman's tentative ministration with her lips and tongue.

The l'majha slowly pushed her shoulder straps down, when her bikini top was finally close to her wrists and her ample bosom was fully exposed, the dancer moved so quickly that Donald couldn't follow; her arms and hands were suddenly up in the air and she was spinning the bikini top with the index finger of her left hand. She let it fly and the sparkling garment landed lightly at the foot of the bed. Donald had the strangest feeling that he missed a moment somewhere in the woman's movements.

The l'majha spun around so that her back was to her audience, and for a moment all motion stopped. Then she bowed so as to accentuate the shape of her ass, which was full and round and heart-shaped. Eventually the woman began to push the straps of her bikini bottoms down, swaying to the music, her hips slowly gyrating. When the garment fell past her ankles, the l'majha straightened, stepped forward, and caught the hem with the toes of her right foot. She lifted her leg swiftly to kick the bikini bottom from her, and then her tail came forward and snatched the garment out of the air, and as the dancer spun again, her tail released the metallic thong, it landed softly on Donald's lap.
The man from another world almost neglected to see the proceeding actions of the dancer as he reached for the discarded garment.

"Can you smell the aroma of her sex?" Maritiseis replied with a mischievous smile brightening her blue-white countenance.
The dancer melded her movements into the splits once again, and this time there was no metallic thong to prevent penetration. Donald's eyes widened at what followed.
The moan of anticipation from the l'majha made the man's dick grow harder as he watched the dancer's tail come up slowly behind her. The n'ari at the tip of the woman's tail dripped with lustful juices as it pushed its way between the lips of her pussy. The l'majha cried out in blissful delight. Donald felt the room growing increasingly warmer as he watched the n'ari of the woman contravene and then withdraw in succulent repetitive successions.

('Damn, dude…we knew that they could fuck themselves, but seeing is-')
"Fuck me, Sire!" The l'majha screamed as her body undulated in waves akin to heavenly acquiescence "Fuck me!"

Her movements were almost serpentine in nature as the body of the l'majha moved to and fro on the carpet, her ass rising and falling, her hips swaying and gyrating to the music and ministrations of her impelling n'ari. "Fuck me harder!" The dancer cried. "Oh…oh yes, Sire! Fuck me harder!"
(What are you waiting for, man, an engraved invitation?!)
'Not really. But a little teasing never hurt anybody.'
('Teasing!? I swear if you go prude on us I'm gonna' take a pair of pliers to your nuts.')
Seemingly oblivious to anyone else in the room, almost in a frenzied trance, the l'majha rolled over on her back, and with her feet planted firmly on the floor, her legs bent and spread, her hips grinding, she lost herself in the throes of sublime solitary fucking. "Oh…uhn…ahhh…yes! Gods yes!" Her hips and upper body thrashed frenetically, almost in paroxysm.
('What do you do for an encore, woman?')
After a time, in the midst of euphoric furor, the l'majha leaned forward and scrambled to her knees, her n'ari never missing a beat. And then the woman did something that Donald would have thought impossible; the l'majha began to move about the room on all fours, slowly crouching and stalking in behavior, her actions cat-like in demonstration, all the while her n'ari continue to move in and out of her pussy.

With deliberation the l'majha made her way over to the bed in which Donald and Maritiseis awaited, a look of exquisite pleasure complimenting her countenance. She made an endeavor to crawl up on the bed with the couple but was impeded by the sensations that her n'ari gave as it unremittingly fucked her. Her body writhed in chains of ecstasy, and then abruptly her back arced and the l'majha howled as her orgasms came again and again in rapid successions.

The upper body of the woman lay across the bed in a heap at the feet of the Empress and her consort, and for a moment Donald thought that she had passed out, apparently spent-and or overcome by her climax. But then the eyes of the l'majha came open and she regarded the man directly. The breathless dancer replied, "I want you inside me, Sire."
Almost giggling with delight, Maritiseis responded, "You have shown your Empress and her consort the desires of your imagination, Ianna. Now it is time that you experience the reality."

Slowly the l'majha made her way up onto the bed. Her n'ari was wrapped around Donald's cock before he had the opportunity to blink his eyes; the man fell back, stung by the moist petals of pleasure that proceeded to stroke him. Then Ianna's face was before him, and her lips fell on his, she pushed her long tongue into his mouth, and Donald returned kind for kind. A moment later and a cry into Donald's mouth escaped the l'majha's lips as Maritiseis pushed her n'ari between the folds of the dancer's pussy. The three shuddered and moaned in elated harmony.

--To be continued…

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