The Garden of Idin

By 'The Magician'

Chapter 6 (Interlude in Space - Ja'jhanna)

(When the child was two years old, a priest that had been lame from birth had come to bless the babe, at the request of the child's parents. The infant, during the ceremony cried out, and all at once the priest was healed of his infirmities. Not long following the incident and the child was instinctively casting dh'antrips, dh'antras, and spells almost in a manner inherently, as though he always knew them. The Umajha and the priesthood took immediate interest in the youth and began to train him. Both clergy and mages wanting to indoctrinate him into their hierarchy, but Mi'jhanth expressed no interest in such things; he would instead be his own teacher; for he fully believed that sentient beings could undergo apotheosis, that they could become gods and goddesses in time, not unlike the Empress who took the throne of power away from the dolarians centuries ago.)

('Good god, how old is Maritiseis?')

(By the age of twenty Mordil published two tomes; Archanas-meaning all things enchanted; and Qua'eronos-a bible of the planes. One volume explained in full detail how to enchant items that they might be made into talismans of power, while the other was an in depth look at the realms that existed within realms, including other dimensions, Para, and quasiplanes. A year later and Mi'jhanth was lord of his own kingdom that was second only to the Malari Empire. A year following his reign and the High Archanist was married to a l'majha who would be his queen. To say that during this time Maritiseis was intrigued with the man would have belabored the obvious, however she was more suspicious of his intentions as he seemed to draw more dolarians than any other race-including parthias, by his side. Still this did not prevent the Empress from trading secrets with the young lord, and in that Malrishi prospered greatly.

A decade following the Lord Archanist's reign and his queen contracted a sickness that could not be found in the planet's recorded history. It was an aging, debilitating disease that was sure to kill his wife if Mordil could not find the means in which to heal her. Despite all of his efforts and the efforts of the priests and Umajha that the Lord Archanist had influenced, Cassana could not be cured. It was evident to Mi'jhanth that the answer awaited him within one of the Para-dimensions. Sadly he did not have the resources to put this probability to the test.
The Lord Archanist turned to the Empress for assistance. Alas it was however during this time that the planet Malrishi was in the midst of Civil War between star-systems, and primarily with another planet Elderbar'in; this highly sophisticated world laid five parsecs beyond the reaches of the star-system that comprised the Malari Empire. It was discovered through covert observation that Elderbar'in had previously discovered the concept of time-travel. Maritiseis believed, for this reason, that the neutral star-system should join the Malari Empire, whereas Elderbar'in had no such designs to be part of any Administration beyond its own star-system. Maritiseis professed to Mi'jhanth that all of Malrishi did not currently have the resources or the time necessary to provide him with the equipment needed to cross the planes, as the planet's funding was by and large invested in the military, and quickly draining the economy of Malrishi; and primarily in two sectors: the design and construction of Stealth Initiators with Cloaking Generators; and the design and construction of the DAShER: the Diminutive Atomization Stasis Regulator; both developments would surely give the Malari Empire an advantageous stratagem to propagate unwavering stability, proliferate a strong ascendancy, and ensure victory for the Empire. Lord Mi'jhanth could see no justifiable purpose in the Stasis Regulator and felt that it was in fact an insidious weapon, brutal and final in its incontrovertible declaration of domination and supremacy. Nonetheless, funding would not be redirected or impeded, the device was construction, and Cassana slipped further and further from the embrace of life.)

('That sucks.')

Mordil new of one other means that might cure his wife, however it was not without its consequence, and was forbidden by law to delve into such techniques that could only promise dark ramifications. Mi'jhanth would have spies copy from the Empress's Royal Library, the Tomes of Emeiudi Ravenlord; he who would have been the Sorcerer Supreme had he survived (See Ravenlord, History of). Mi'jhanth saw within the pages of the Dark Umajha, the means with which to save the life of his Queen, it provided answers to questions elusive, and solutions to all problems that Mordil sought to solve. His course of action was set. Others among the Umajha that knew of the lord's intentions warned him of the dangers. Lord Mi'jhanth weighed the hazards against the life of his Queen. The Lord Archanist would not be dissuaded.
The dark spells, the dh'antras were cast, and the queen was healed.

Or so it was believed.

Her symptoms of incapacitation were, with abstruse deliberation, replaced by suggestions of another kind, which would subtly begin to be revealed in the bedchamber of the king.
Cassana would be a devious lover, offering pleasures that were said to rival those found only in the Garden of Idin. In time, pleasure would turn ambivalent and its nature would take on the guise of circuitous representation.
Pain became part of the queen's regime, and she delighted in the drawing of blood with her whips, and licking the blood from the flesh of her lover, she savored her role as a dominatrix. Her sexual appetites were as voracious as they were salacious, and after a fashion she began to drain the life-force of her King. This did not surprise the Umajha, for it was documented that the l'majha could steal men's souls during lovemaking, if they so desired; often times referred to as sucubi, the l'majha were empaths during sexual intercourse; and it was for this very reason that they were so strongly desired by man; the n'ari produced an enzyme that was an aphrodisiac, an opiate, and often times conventional crudeness, or slang terminology often referred to the n'ari as the Garden of Idin.

Referring often to the Tome of Emeiudi, Cassana showed ways that her King could cross the Para-dimensions and Outer Planes without the resources of Malrishi. It was common, upon venturing into the outer realms, that the King and Queen would bring back something indigenous to the plane. A year following the revivification of Cassana and the Queen would give birth to a daughter. The permutation that resulted from the consummation was otherworldly; a beautiful creature resembling a l'majha with blue-white skin, eyes the color of the sea, and two tails. And so it was that the babe would be known as a liasasia; for it was apparent that she was the manifestation of the copulation between parthias and l'majha who had been inculcated with the properties from the Para-dimensions, and the girl would be called Thi'jhanna; meaning the tears of magic. The child's resemblance to Maritiseis was as uncanny as it was unprecedented, and for the safety of the babe, her existence would not be known outside of the kingdom.

Two years following the birth of her child, and those nameless elements that had incited a change in Cassana became more insistent, more pronounced. The Queen had cheated death, with no assistance from the Malari Empire, and it was for this reason that the love that Cassana had once had for her Empress grew sour; even as the eyes of King Mi'jhanth grew dark and hollow, and his skin grew emaciated and sickly, it was documented that the Queen experienced delusions, and often times expressed psychotic tendencies; some professed that she heard voices, while others would confess that they could hear such voices, and these elements ethereal compelled the Queen to… prognosticate…greatness, beyond the realm of her kingdom. Maritiseis was now seen as a threat, and it was necessary to have her removed from her seat of power, or have her eliminated altogether. A decade prior and the notion to overthrow the crown of the Empire would have been abhorrent in the eyes of the King, now subsequent to the dark seductions of his Queen, Mi'jhanth saw his Cassana no less than a goddess to be worshiped, a goddess that had conquered death, and that conquered him, and so it should be that the Empress should serve Cassana.

As the Queen conspired against the Malari Empire, talismans were crafted with eldritch and paranormal properties capable of withstanding the firepower of the Imperial army. From an Outer plane known as Infernos, Cassana summoned a legion of beasts and creatures like nothing indigenous to Malrishi, dark apparitions that would stand against the Empire; monstrosities of shroud and shadow that were unparalleled in strength, cunning, stealth and swiftness; and would be led by none other than the husband of the Queen.
The war with the Coalition raged for ten years and showed no signs of ending. The Northland alliance of Special Forces, Dolarians, Marachni, Demurgh, and Parthias had immobilized the Coalition progress below the Dilln two years previous to The Final Conflict, on the Rhandorran Mesa. Eventually the armies were brought to a stalemate in a front that had failed to shift one way or the other in all that time, and continued to consume lives and waste energy at an alarming rate.

More than half of the Imperial armed forces were slaughtered in the assault that was waged against the Royal Kingdom of Mar'es-stine before the war reached its zenith.
It was toward the end of galactic war in the star-system when Malrishi was recovering, and defenses were in question, that Mi'jhanth's Queen and her entourage would strike a significant blow against the Malari Empire.
And then came the time for Queen and Empress to stand face to face. And the confrontation was as phenomenal as it was catastrophic. Cassana's power was considerable, her strength and abilities formidable. Had Maritiseis been mortal she would have easily been overcome by the Queen's might. However in the conventional sense of the word, the Empress was not mortal, far from it. Point of fact, Maritiseis had the blood of her mother who had been the offspring, the product, and the wellspring of an unholy consummation involving an Elder from another plane of existence, another world; and with the power of an Elder at her continuation, to manipulate and manifest her destiny; Maritiseis had stood against, and would one day in time, overcome and overthrow the dolarians a millennia previous; it followed that on that bloody Day of Reckoning, Maritiseis stood against Queen Cassana and calling upon her Elder power, the Empress saw the Queen destroyed.

With the fall of the Queen, the hold that she had over Mi'jhanth was lost. The scales fell from his eyes. And suddenly he realized what had been done. What he had done. Mi'jhanth remembered everything. And in remembering, the King wept.
Maritiseis by and large known neither for her compassion or her pity, allowed Mi'jhanth to live. Perhaps she should have taken his life as well. Often times the King brooded and wished that the Empress had killed him. Nothing could replace the loss of his Queen. Nothing could assuage the mental anguish that the King suffered. Death would have been preferable. And during the preparation for the Queen's funeral, Mi'jhanth found a source for his mental anguish. It was so plain that he marveled at his inability to see it previously; his Queen had perished, he had survived, and he couldn't help but wonder why; if he could have been spared, then why couldn't his Queen as well? He didn't condone he wife's actions, however his actions were no less illicit, no less abominable, so if he could be spared, then why couldn't his wife? And suddenly Mi'jhanth hated his Empress. Hated her with a passion that he didn't believe was possible. The Lord Archanist would blame the Empress for his Queen's death. And on the day of the funeral it was recorded that the sky rained tears of blood. Mi'jhanth took his life the day subsequent to the funeral.

Or so it was believed.

Three hundred years following the King's death an entity of darkness rose up against the Malari Empire, professing to be the Lord Archanist returned from the dead to exact revenge against the Empress that robbed him of his wife. The Death Mage brought with him an army of ten thousand, whose ranks were those of Umajha, dolarians, dark paladins of shroud and shadow, and demons from Infernos. The army was not easily turned aside, for as the men and women that were led by the Archanist fell in battle they were resurrected the eve following their death. The war raged for almost thirty years. In the end the army of the Dark Archanist were driven into the outer planes, into Infernos, where they were trapped for almost four hundred years. The body of the Lord Archanist was never found and it was believed that he had been destroyed in the explosion that tore open the rift between planes.

Three hundred years following the imprisonment of the Umajha of Shadow, one of many suitors approached the Empress, and like those before him, the suitor was turned away. Claiming to be the Lord Archanist that was said to have perished long ago, the suitor warned the Empress that if she would not share the throne with him, he would take it by force. Raising an army of mages, dolarians, Dark paladins, and pirates, the Archanist initiated an assault against the Royal Kingdom by first infiltrating the Sanctum Sanctorum, then razing the harbor as a diversion with pirates that would, during the upheaval, kidnap the Empress and her Handmaidens. In the end the Marauders came to the rescue of her Royal Majesty. Following a war that lasted almost ten years, the Archanist that claimed to be Mi'jhanth was captured and then beheaded. The head of the Archanist disappeared before the body could be cremated.

Five hundred years following, and the skull of the Archanist reappeared topping the staff of a Dark Umajha that claimed to be the Sorcerer Supreme. His title was not to be taken lightly, for professing to have the power of Mi'jhanth infused within his staff, the Archanist single-handedly killed thousands, before his reign of terror ended almost fifty years later. The Sorcerer Supreme would be cast into the outer planes once again, back into Infernos, his staff although unbroken would be without the talisman of power, the skull of Mi'jhanth vanished without a trace.
There could be no dispute--)

(--Lord Aaros, You have a visitor. Advisor Ja'jhanna at present--)
"Thank you computer. Let her in." The man from Earth addressed the feminine voice beyond the cabin's ceiling. The images representing the history of Mi'jhanth faded into the visor that Donald was currently removing as the man rose from his recliner, and the Advisor stepped into his cabin.

Although Donald had anticipated the presence of the woman standing beyond the threshold of the door, he was still taken aback when he saw her there.

There was something about this one that Donald couldn't put his finger on. She was enigmatic, a shadow radiating presence rather than persona. The woman's very essence summoned and eerily permeated the incomparable, the unexplained, and emanated prodigiously the nature of the extraordinary. The woman was inexplicably hidden behind robes and cloaks and veils of darkness that wrapped sinuously around her and at in the same manner concealed her figure as well as her features. She wasn't statuesque like most of the l'majha that Donald had seen, yet the cowl of the robe that covered the woman's head gave her the appearance of increased height. Dark robes that were in contrast to a well-obscured countenance of alabaster, and eyes that were of the deepest blue that Donald had ever seen. And somehow this was enough to make the woman appear somehow sensual, in as much as her strides were as graceful and fluid, like something akin to a gliding wraith.

("What makes you think that she's a l'majha?')

Donald suddenly found it difficult to form words, as a strange heat reached out and touched his heart and his loins. He swallowed a lump in his throat that he was certain wasn't there a moment ago and quietly cleared his esophagus so that he might speak. His words sounded strange to him, somehow strident as he started to say, 'To what do I owe the pleasure…?'
('Dude, you sound like a boy whose voice is cracking. You sound like a girl.')
And again Donald cleared his voice and said, "Ja'jhanna, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?"
('Pleasure, dude. Pleasure. You meant to say…pleasure. She's doing something to you man. Can you feel that? Like a warm tingling…something. Can you feel that? In your stomach? Wrapping around your heart? She's doing something, man. Aauuunh…ah, dude…can't you feel your dick getting hard? What is she doing to us, man?')
'Nothing. It's your imagination.'
('Maybe YOUR imagination. But not mine.')

The woman bowed graciously before she slowly stepped toward the man, notwithstanding her lips covered by a veil, her words were quite clear. "Our Empress bade that I meet with you once we entered Paralight-speed." Her voice was a silken purr. " I have something that you will need later…when the time comes." Her arm covered by the dark sleeve of her robe, lifted slowly toward the man, Donald saw that the woman's hand was closed, as she turned it over, her fingers unfolded from a fist, and in the palm of her opened hand Donald observed a sparkling item of unique design; it looked like a smooth thimble molded of fine mei'hres with a single diamond, surrounded by a crystalline texture of gold; the thimble melded elegantly into a spine that reminded Aaros of a claw or talon. Although it wasn't ostentatious in representation, Donald was able to appreciate its artistic craftsmanship, and more than that, the man from Earth suddenly felt a strange affinity toward the unusual looking thimble, almost a kinship. And all at once the item of fine mei'hres resting in the woman's blue-white palm became exceptionally enviable under the gaze of Aaros.

"Remarkable." Donald said almost absently. Then looking at Ja'jhanna, he said, "What is it?"

"It is called a Rhi-in'let; there are only nine known to be in existence. Take it." The woman replied. And as Ja'jhanna watched the man from Earth take the spined-thimble from the palm of her hand, she added, "It is called… 'O'sidia.' One of the Nine Rhi-in'lets of Predestination's Order, also known as Illusion's Harbinger."
Donald took the Rhi-in'let, and almost as if having owned one all of his life, the man from Earth pushed it onto his right index finger. Straightaway it faded from sight.
Bewilderment lining his words, the man known as Aaros said, "Waitaminute. Where did it go?"
"It has concealed itself from prying eyes." Ja'jhanna explicated simply. "If you focus on it, you will discover that the talisman is still in your possession. Furthermore, as you focus and meditate on the Rhi-in'let, it will reveal its power to you."

Donald was quite for a time as he watched the tiny talisman materialize, then fade again by his mental command.
"No one-aside from myself and the Empress will know that you possess the Rhi-in'let."
"Sounds cryptic."
"It could be at that." Ja'jhanna stated almost gravely
Aaros replied, "Can I at least ask where it is that the…Rhi-in'let originated?"
"There is more to you than meets the eye, man of Earth. Your disposition lends itself to a manner of casualness and flippancy unfamiliar to the men of Malrishi. While inwardly there seems to lie a sobriety that belies your composure."
"Thank you. I think."

"When you have decided to take it upon yourself to peruse and study the nature of the Umajha, you will learn of the Sorcerer Supreme, known as Mi'jhanth."
Donald smiled in a manner nondescript. "It's interesting that you mention that… sad little bastard-or at least the specter that proceeded him; because I was just learning about the disappearance of the skull that topped his staff during-"
"I don't find your decisions to be currently studying Mi'jhanth to be a coincidence, anymore than the Empress found your suppositions of Malrishi's current war eminence to be precise."
"Ahhmm…look Counselor, I can't say that I knew what was going on. I just had

('ESP dude, ESP.')

'Oh will you get off of it!?'
"I just…I just had a-I don't know…a…'feeling'." Donald shrugged
"Perhaps you possess a power that is inherent within that you are not yet aware of."
"Could I offer you a drink, Counselor?" The man from Earth presented, making an attempt to change the subject. He wasn't entirely certain why, but the idea of having paranormal powers that he wasn't aware of was disconcerting.
"You may." Ja'jhanna said agreeably. "But only after you offer me something else."
"Anything. What would you-"
Donald's words caught in his throat as the woman pushed her cowl back, her countenance was stunning; her blue eyes sparkled, altering their hew from the color of sea under a moonlit night, to the color of sea foam glistening with starlight; she regarded the man from Earth with cool calculating precision, and then, manipulating a brooch-clasp just below her throat, the woman's robe fell down her body like water to collect in a sinuous pile around her blue-white ankles.

The man known as Aaros looked at the woman in a manner of mute fascination reflecting overwhelming awe.
Notwithstanding a handful of veils that were wrapped in a supple twisting manner, Ja'jhanna stood nude before the awestruck eyes of the man known as Aaros. Time stood still. And so it was, more significantly than the time-distorting capabilities of the l'majha. Something else, much stronger, was at work here. Donald quickly observed that although her skin was blue-white like Maritiseis, the woman known as Ja'jhanna wasn't l'majha. At least not conventionally represented in anything less than what suggested a hybrid.
The woman had hair similar to the Empress if slightly darker in coloration, and it was as straight as it was long, flowing down to the curves of her ass, and crowned by a blindingly beautiful diadem that had previously been hidden by her veils, and accentuated all that it touched.

Hanging down from the band of the diadem, gold and platinum beads formed two pairs of chains that fell in ringlet loops below the woman's extraordinary blue eyes, coming together, four strands became one, melding into a magnificent gem of ruby-obsidian which was nestled, in the center of her forehead, framed in a teardrop carved plate of mei'hres, interlaced with gold and platinum, and inlaid with meticulously intricate designs. The diadem alone made the woman look like a princess or a queen. And perhaps she was.
Whatever the case, even without the diadem, Ja'jhanna was the goddess that others could not hold a candle to.

At least at this time.

('Oh, eat…my…chair…')

So caught up in the vision before him, Donald was almost oblivious to the most fundamental sexual response known to man. It was at that moment that the man from Earth became aware of the heat that was the wellspring and culmination of an erection, and almost immediately following this awareness, he fought back the urge to climax where he stood, and reflexively he went to grab his manhood. Too late. He wasn't able to hide the evidence of his raging hard-on, for as time inopportune would have it, the sash on his robe was loose, and his penis pushed its way through the folds of his garment.
The smile on Ja'jhanna's countenance professed that, if she was anything at all, she was complimented by the reaction of the man from Earth.

('Of course she's complimented! She's standing in front of you Butt-naked. I don't think her intentions are to sit down and play a game of Monopoly!')

And as if on cue, not one, but 'two' tails came forward from around Ja'jhanna's backside.

('She's got two tails also? Well, why not; two pairs of breasts, two tails, that's reasonable. And dude, I definitely think that you are a dead man.')

And so it was that Donald found himself entranced. Standing before him was without a doubt the most gorgeous, the most beautiful, the most vivacious woman that he had ever laid eyes on. Blue-white skin similar to the Empress, standing perhaps six inches shorter than Donald's six-foot frame, with curves in all of the right places, and even more that perhaps might be considered by some to be unnecessary, and yet upon the canvas that was Ja'jhanna, the anatomical additions were as erotic as they were exotic. Curvaceous hips and ass and breasts…not too large, and definitely not too small, the bosoms belonging to the woman were as marvelous as the rest of her…both sets of them.

'But, waitaminute didn't it say something about a liasasia in Mi'jhanth's history…?'

And as the first tail came forward, n'ari lips parted, and greedily went down on Donald's pulsating prick. The man's legs suddenly grew weak, and he thought for a moment that he was going to fold and hit the carpet with his knees. Before he could do so however, the other tail reached out and lips parting, softly pushed against the area beneath Donald's scrotum. And suddenly he found himself standing again-or perhaps he was floating, if only long enough to feel the heat wave of pleasure start from his feet, move up his legs, through his hips, and finally in an expulsion that was as violent as it was ecstatic, push through him…pulling on his cock frenetically, shaking him in a blinding flurry of adrenaline and endorphins, as his seed shot down the gullet of the n'ari. He didn't believe it was possible-no had he ever climaxed so quickly and profoundly. The room shook momentarily than spun, and as the man from Earth felt himself fall, the scenery around him faded out momentarily, and when it faded back in a manner that Donald recognized, the man observed that he was lying on his bed.

It was then that he wondered if it had been an erotic dream. But then he saw the four blue-white pendulous breasts, and felt the silky lips of wet n'ari sliding up and down and all over his body, even as he became entranced by eyes the color of sea foam, burning with their own inner fire. Ja'jhanna appeared like a ghost from the darkness, a twisted smile that hinted at the pleasures sure to follow.
"This is going to be fun." Ja'jhanna said, huskily.
"Are you…are you… liasasia…?" He heard himself whisper as the pleasure began again.

Donald awoke to find his cock fully erect and wrapped in Ja'jhanna's tight warm cleavage. The liasasia hefted and worked her full round breasts up and down as she rhythmically pumped his organ. Donald's body momentarily stiffened in the warmth of the bed, and his eyes came open to see that the liasasia was in the process of titty-fucking him with both pairs of breasts.

('How is it that you keep waking up like this?')

She started with her lower set, and stroked and pumped until she was able to get a vestige of pre-cum from his stiff cock, and Donald then anticipated that she would lubricate his member with her bounteous bosom, but instead, a familiar tail entered the picture, and the n'ari dipped down almost touching the head of the man's penis. The lips of the bud opened and drops of love fluid fell like two tears on his knob and slowly spilled down the length of his shaft. Donald shuddered as Ja'jhanna let the n'ari slide slowly up and down the length of the man's prick, mixing fluids and fully lubricating his bone.

The tail came away and allowed the liasasia to wrap her lower set of tits around Donald's raging hard-on, while both tails moved up and down the length of the man's body in silky caresses that were indescribably arousing. His cock now glistening with mixed body fluids, the woman began stroking and pumping once again with her breasts, the lubrication of love fluids made the activity smooth and slick and very very stimulating. A lustful sigh escaped Donald's lips. "Mmmmnn-ahhh-uhhhn…"
After a time that seemed endless and prevented Donald from climaxing, Ja'jhanna planted her full lips on the man's rigid bone and began to lick and suck with slow deliberation.

"Mmmmmm…ahhnnmm…how do you like waking up to that my Lord…? Hunmmmm, how do you like waking up to this…?" Before Donald could answer, the liasasia again wrapped her lips around his pulsing cock, and this time expressing more fervor, Ja'jhanna took the full length of the man's rod down her throat and sucked his manhood until time became a difficult term to define. Occasionally she licked his balls, the length of his shaft, and when time further became a question of reality, she went down on him.

Donald inwardly admitted that he had never had a blowjob that was so intense. He had lost track of that strange fundamental thing that he recalled was time it seemed ages ago, and now he floated, a slave to elation, on the waves of euphoria's rapture. And then there were those heavenly appendages that moved sinuously, undulating up and down the man's body, finding every erogenous zone and stimulating the area to the fullest, with the warm wet lips of the silky n'ari.

('Oh…god! I'm going do die!!')

The man from Earth moaned boisterously. He thought for certain that he was going to come, and when he was on the verge of doing so, Ja'jhanna subsided in her activity, and then stopped.

('Oh, God! How do they know-aahhhuuuuunnnhh…')
'They…are…em-p-p-p-aths…aahhhuuuuuuunnhah…'

The liasasia let Donald catch his breath, and he almost appeared to be about to say something when again she lowered her head and kissed the knob on his saliva-glistening pole. Before the man could utter a word, Ja'jhanna hefted her upper breasts, and as her lower set rubbed against his balls, the liasasia embraced his lubricated cock with her marvelous upper mounds of round pert flesh, and again she caressed and rubbed, stroked and pumped, sliding her magnificent jewels up and down.

Periodically she would stop at the area just an inch below the head of the man's penis, where she squeezed tightly, and pulled, again and again, teasing the man to climax. His body jerked, and he knew that any second he was going to clear his pipe all over the woman's double set. But Ja'jhanna had other plans. And as she felt his body tremble and spasm, she ceased in her ministrations.

('Aaauuuuuhhhnn…')

The liasasia kissed the head of the man's penis again, giving it a little stimulating lick, and then she returned his cock to her lower set of prodigious mounds.
Time slid sideways, and during the interim of swapping back and forth between either set of bosoms, when Donald's bone found itself momentarily embraced by the woman's upper set, Ja'jhanna opened her mouth and took the length of the man's member between her lips once again, grabbing his ass and hips with her hands, and pushing his dick down her throat, sucking in a manner that suggested that she had until now neglected Donald's manhood.

('Someone help me…! I'm gonna' die! This is too much! It's too goddam much!')

Then Ja'jhanna teased the shaft and head with a combination of licking and sucking, and kissing, and sucking and…
the man from Earth was unable to contain himself any longer. His body felt like it was on fire, as it jerked in heated frenetic spasms, Donald cried out, and abstractly he thought that he had never yelled so loud during sex. He came explosively inside the woman's mouth, pushing load after load down her throat. He saw shooting stars explode behind his eyes as the woman's lips tightened, and she sucked harder, milking the man of every last remnant of cum that his body was currently willing to produce, and Donald thought for certain that he was going to loose his mind.

And then as he rode the rapids of the climax and swiftly began to slip into the after-glow, the liasasia slowly stroked his cock back to a pulsing and trembling hard-on, whereby she lifted herself up and mounted the man from Earth. Donald gasped as the woman's succulent vagina enveloped his cock, and momentarily, her pussy lips began to squeeze and contract on his rod, as Ja'jhanna slowly, deliberately, lowered herself down…gorging her pussy…downward… inch by…inch.
She moaned… "Hunmmmm…I know that you love that, my Lord."
And then she pulled back, lifting her warm, wet pussy from his rock-hard manhood, allowing for what little cool air there was in the room to embrace his rod, before she slammed herself down, and began frantically pumping his cock.
"Oooohhnnnhh…I know that you love THIS, my Lord." The goddess said between heated gasps. "I know I do."

Donald thrashed about in the throes of unrepressed elation, and through an exclamation of moans and groaning, admitted that he had never seen anything so erotic as two sets of breasts bouncing up and down on a woman's chest as the liasasia furiously fucked him.
"Hunm-ahh-unnh-ahhh-unnnhh…"

Periodically the goddess would grope both pair of breasts, squeezing them, enraptured, entranced.
All the while the woman's tails continued to explore the man's body. One of the n'ari had moved down to suck on Donald's scrotum, while the other stimulated his nipples.

And then Donald observed as Ja'jhanna grabbed her lower set, and squeezing them with her hands and long delicate fingers, she used them to slowly push her upper set up passed her chin, where she in turn focused her mouth on one of the delightful jewels, and pushing the flesh of them further to her lips, she kissed and licked the areoles, and then probed a nipple with her long tongue, whereupon she finally took the tantalizing tit, kissed and licked and sucked it lovingly; Donald's eyes widened as he witnessed the erect moist nipple glistening under the ministrations of the liasasia's tongue.

The activity, the motion of the woman's hips and legs, body and pelvis, made Donald's heart beat all the more quickly, and he briefly thought that he might pass out in a heated frenzy of blissful Aphrodisia.
"Ohhh-yes…!" Ja'jhanna gasped breathlessly. "Goddess…Ahhhhh…Unnnh…"
And the man knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before the liasasia brought him to another climax; that is unless of course she had anything to say about it. And of course she did.

('Ohhh-uuuhhhhnn…!')

For each time that Ja'jhanna knew she was bringing the man closer and closer to coming again, she would lean forward and press her breasts against Donald's face and chest, inviting him to lick and kiss the perspiring mounds of capacious flesh, licking and sucking each nipple as she presented them to him. He did so without reserve.
"Hunm-ahh-mmmnnh-ahhh-mmnnnhh…"
And when the liasasia was content that the man had returned to a semblance of relaxation, she rose up, and, hips and legs gyrating, and pussy pumping, she resumed her fucking.

Through lidded eyes, Donald watched as the woman bucked and thrashed, and he listened with delirious content as she moaned, and gasped, and whooped, and groaned.
"Hunm-ahh-mmmnnh-ahhh-Ohhh-Ohhnn-Ahhh-Goddess…YES…YES…OHHH, YES!!

Ja'jhanna fucked Donald faster and faster, more and more and more frenetic, until she screamed her way through one climax after another.
"Ohhnn-Ahhh-Goddess…YES…YES…OHHH, YES…GODDESSS-Ahhhh…"

The pleasure was phenomenally intense. It was considerably more than Donald's human mind could handle; the man from Earth, exceeding the conservation of conventional extraterrestrial sexual sensation and gratification, prodigiously, unreservedly, climaxed a third time, his hips bucking histrionically under and between the woman's legs. And abstractly, Donald thought that his ears had popped. Notionally he thought that his own screaming might have had something to do with that.

The man known as Aaros Rantori didn't see the woman's eyes momentarily roll up inside her head in rapturous elation as she exhaled a long gasp of finality. And between breaths of air, she replied, "Can you think of a better way to wake up and go to sleep?"
In answer, Donald came forward, almost like a programmed springboard, a man under a wondrous spell, reflexively, rising up, and embracing the liasasia as he kissed her neck, her breasts, her nipples. "You women are going to be the end of me…" Donald whispered breathlessly into Ja'jhanna's copious breasts.

Aaros stepped away from the door and moved warily down the shrouded corridor. Almost immediately he saw that he wasn't alone-vague, wraithlike forms crept and spilled out of the darkness, their eyes slits of red fire. Some rose, glided, and flitted about the hallway, while others crouched and crept on elongated limbs, producing low growls from maws lined with razored teeth. They were all around him, and with deliberation they edged closer. They were vile creatures, their bodies an undulating mass, their limbs bent and vaguely human, their multiple fingers grown into claws and talons. Faces lifted toward the man from Earth, countenances that turned his blood cold. They were the faces of women, of l'majha, of liasasia, yet their features were grotesquely twisted with evil savagery…

Aaros came awake with a noticeable trembling, and he started so violently that the muscles of his legs cramped. He heard himself scream, and then there was the slightest touch of Ja'jhanna's hand on his chest that sent a stimulating sensation through the man's body, driving the cramps away instantaneously.

The dream was quick to fade and seemed inconsequential, at least not bearing enough significance by interpretation to be important enough to share with his lover. It was just a dream. Certainly all of the studying and conversation concerning Mi'jhanth was more than just a little likely to initiate a nightmare or two. As it was, Ja'jhanna was still sleeping when the psychological intensity of the dream diffused, and by midday the darkness of the dream was almost completely forgotten. So it was that Aaros and Ja'jhanna sat observing the multicolored streaks of light that were the walls that made up the warren of Para-light speed beyond the small bay window on the other side of the den of the man's cabin; the man and woman sat on the couch, they had shared breakfast and lunch, and now they were sipping drinks, and talking further at length about the history of Malrishi's Sorcerer Supreme.

It was just a dream.

Both held tall glassware that nestled in a base of gold-sapphire and molded into a sculpture depicting a firedrake, the figurine was similar in appearance to the table-rack that typified the effigy of a dragon, that wrapped itself around the Champion's sword in a serpentine manner, and melded into a tabletop wherein the man's pistols rested in the other room. Ja'jhanna was still nude, while Donald opted to wear his robe, and the man from Earth found himself getting wondrously lost, either in the liasasia's eyes, or the valley of her cleavage. The woman wore her diadem and it reflected the glistening flutes of the glassware quite beautifully.

And by midday the darkness of the dream was almost completely forgotten. So it was that Aaros and Ja'jhanna sat observing the multicolored streaks of light that were the walls that made up the warren of Para-light speed beyond the small bay window on the other side of the den of the man's cabin, the man and woman sat on the couch; they had shared breakfast and lunch, and now they were sipping drinks, and talking further at length about the history of Mi'jhanth.

"There was no longer any point in denying the fact that a pattern was developing among the appearances of those claiming to be the Sorcerer Supreme and or possessing his power." Taking a sip from her glass, Ja'jhanna looked intently at Aaros for a moment than continued. "And although the tomes that Mordil left behind almost 1500 years prior were forbidden reading, it was apparent that copies of scrolls had been made, and it was this knowledge that Mi'jhanth had given that allowed for his return either in the spirit or the flesh."
"You mentioned Tesla earlier…" Donald started than trailed off.
"The inventor of the Particle Beam Modulator." Ja'jhanna encouraged
"Yeah, according to Malrishi's records he disappeared during a routine exhibition off-world."
"That is correct." Ja'jhanna substantiated.

Aaros took a sip of his double Long Island. He was beginning to enjoy the heady feeling the alcohol was giving him, it made it considerably easier to talk about the dark chaos of Malrishi's history. "Is it possible that if Tesla were alive today that he would have the power to resurrect Mi'jhanth?"
Ja'jhanna was quiet for a moment, denoting indispensable rumination. "It is possible." She said finally. "Do you have a supposition?"
"Maybe. But until this quest is further underway, I don't have anything viable."
"You're waiting for clues to further validate any suspicions."
"Yeah, but-"
"I have no doubt that those things which you seek will be revealed to you." Ja'jhanna finished her drink then stood up. "And now I must take my leave, my Lord. I have other matters to attend to, and you need to get back to your studies."
Aaros stood, moved toward the liasasia, and kissed her. "The intimacy was superb Ja'jhanna. Don't be a…stranger, m'lady, now that you have broken me in."
"Far be it." The woman said dubiously. "I will see you again when time permits."
And then, cloak and veils pouring onto her naked form like ribbons of sentience, in a lively undulating series of waves, Ja'jhanna stood, and in a flurry of flowing robes, the liasasia left the cabin of Aaros.

--To be continued…

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