The Garden of Idin

By 'The Magician's Apprentice' - John Sebastian

Chapter 8 (Interlude)

(--Lord Aaros, You have a visitor. Commander Jholeen at present--)
"Thank you…computer. Um, go ahead and admit her." Donald Talbot addressed the feminine voice of the ship's computer. The images representing the history of Mi'jhanth once again faded into the visor that Donald was currently removing as the Commander stepped into his cabin.

"You didn't allow me escort my Lord back to his room." Jholeen said simply. She stood adorned in a dark crimson robe that notably revealed the cleavage of her bosom; the curves of her full breast, and Donald noted that the hem of her robe was cut just below her upper thigh, exposing her marvelous legs. She held a tall thin glass in her hand containing a caramel-colored liquid, ice cracked and popped briefly. Her smile was contagious and it was almost enough to make the man from Earth forget about what went down between himself and Arjh'temis.
('Do I need to belabor the obvious dudeman?')
'No, I've got it under control.
('That'll be the day.')
"Forgive me, Commander. But I was a little preoccupied with my thoughts, reflecting the incident involving Commander Arjh'temis. I thought I might just return here and continue my studies, no offense."
"None taken." Commander Jholeen replied smiling. "Are you going to invite me in?"
"Ah, yes. Please. By all means, come right in. I would ask if you would like a drink, but I can see that you brought your own."
"Which needs a refill if my Lord would be so inclined."
"Certainly. What are you drinking?"
As Commander Jholeen stepped into Donald's cabin, the door slid shut behind her. "The same thing as you were drinking previously." The l'majha said to the man from Earth. We call it a darakarasis, you call it a tea from the Long Isle."
Now it was the Champion's turn to smile. "Where I come from it's called a Long Island Ice Tea. On the other hand I think I like 'tea from the Long Isle better." And with that Aaros took Jholeen's glass and made his way over to the bar. He requested two Long Island Teas/darakarasis from the computer. Then returned to the l'majha Commander handed her glass over.
"I apologize for the behavior of Commander Arjh'temis, he can in fact be a real arrogant ass sometimes"
"You don't have to apologize for his actions, Commander. He's a big boy; he can learn to take responsibility for himself."
"I know that the incident has troubled you. Do you think I might be able to ease your mind."?
"You're l'majha; I don't doubt that you have the capacity to ease my mind. But, would it be genuine, or would it be induced by your perceptible attributes, assets, and abilities?"
"Most men don't question such things when a l'majha offers themselves to them. I'm curious as to why you do so."
"Probably because I'm a man from another world. I have been conditioned not to shut off feelings and emotions like a faucet. And right now I'm still pissed off at Arjh'temis. Maybe after a drink…"
"Would you care for my company?"
"As long as you realize that I'm not currently in the best of spirits."
"Acknowledged. Perhaps if we talk about it…?"
"Perhaps."

"Then let us move to the living room, enjoy the glow from the warren of es'trict travel, and talk until you feel like fucking."
Donald couldn't help but smile. "You women are too much, if you're not just right."
"I will perceive that as a compliment my Lord."
The l'majha followed the man from Earth into the living room; her tail twitched and wavered behind her.
"I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong." Donald Talbot replied as he took a seat on the wide coach overlooking the warren of light-speed. Jholeen came over and sat very close to him.
"What do you mean?" The Commander asked.
"I've been having strange dreams lately. I'm not superstitious, and I don't take much credence in the meaning of dreams. But-"
"Tell me about them."
And so he did. Donald told Jholeen about the vision in which he was somebody else falling endlessly down a maintenance shaft. He told her about seeing crew members torn apart, their bodies scattered. Jholeen observed the man from Earth intently, wondering why he would have dreams of her people rather than his own. When he had finished, Donald's eyes met her own, almost inquiringly.

"Do you believe it to be second-sight, prophetic?"
Aaros took a sip from his glass, he said, "I don't know what to make of the dreams. I only know that they were disturbing enough for me to send a transmission to the Lilis enquiring about her well-being. I expect a reply to be forthcoming in another day or so."
"Then that is all you can do, for now."
"You are right of course. However I have great concern in the possibility that my choices may have endangered us all."
"Donald Talbot of Earth, Aaros Rantori, you are the Champion of Malrishi, you cannot second-guess all of your decisions, you cannot predict the future, all that you can do is follow your intuition. It will be enough. You will see."
Aaros observed the l'majha pointedly, seeing something akin to compassion mirrored in her eyes. This was the first time that the man had seen anything in the eyes of a l'majha that resembled concern for another. It was strange, somewhat…alien. And it lasted for only the briefest of moments. And then Donald found himself suddenly distracted. The robe that the woman wore was as snug fitting as it was revealing. Donald could see the nipple of one breast sliding subtly from the folds of the l'majha's robe, revealing itself, hardening like a small kernel that rose and fell with Jholeen's breathing. It was like a beacon, mesmerizing
"There is a time to be a warrior and a time to be a lover. And it is the decision of the l'majha to know when and where. In less than a day we will catch up to the Raiders, we will be warriors then, for now, let us be lovers."
At the sound of her words Donald felt the heat from his beginning erection stirring, even as the tail of the l'majha came around, pushed aside the folds of his robe, and lips parting, engulfed his penis in warm silken bliss.
The man from Earth shuddered as a moan was pushed from his lips.
He almost dropped his glass, and through lidded eyes Donald saw the l'majha set his drink safely to the side on a nearby night table, all the while never missing a stroke with her wondrous tail.

The n'ari of the l'majha pumped and caressed the man's erection, sliding up and down rhythmically. Within a few short moments, however, Jholeen's tail picked up the pace, hungrily engulfing the whole of him. Donald looked down, enthralled, watching his cock disappear then reappear, glistening. He saw the l'majha's face and observed her smiling devilishly.
In time, feeling that all too familiar tightening in his scrotum and lower belly, Donald knew that he couldn't hold out much longer.
He saw her lick her lips slowly. He wanted to be inside her.
And Jholeen wasn't blind to his desire.
Donald came forward and pushed his palms against Jholeen's shoulders, urging her back against the arm of the couch.
The man from Earth kissed the l'majha's cleavage, her neck, her lips. Donald felt Jholeen's tongue enter his mouth and press against his own. He fondled and caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples grow erect under his touch, even as her breathing grew faster.
The l'majha's tail again found the man's penis, sliding over and down the shaft to touch his scrotum. Donald gasped under the stimulating pressure of Jholeen's n'ari. And he knew that if he didn't find a way to distract the l'majha, he was going to come quicker than he anticipated.

However, in the grip of the tail's n'ari, the man from Earth found himself somewhat immobilized as endorphins spilled from his brain, scattering across his body, cascading down upon his nerve endings. The sensation was as instantaneous as it was erotic, feeling waves of sensual electricity coursing through him, and then Donald slammed his eyes shut and shouted as he came in a mind-shaking climax.
Donald collapsed against the l'majha's breasts, his breathing quite labored, he felt the caresses of the woman up and down his body, and tried his damnedest not to slip into unconsciousness.
He was relatively successful. Nonetheless, when almost total coherency had returned to him, Donald found himself looking up at a violet sky.
('Dudeman, you are dreaming.')
'I am not dreaming. I haven't fallen asleep yet.'
('Then how do you explain this…?')
Blinking, the man from Earth tried to shake away what appeared to him to be the gossamer veil of dreams.
('See...? I told ya' you were dreaming.')
He saw scarlet palm trees.

He saw the crashing of purple waves against the scintillating surf. He observed them growing dark as the sun slowly set on the sea's horizon, bringing the foam of the waves to sparkle like mother-of-pearl. Avians, like elongated seagulls passed periodically overhead, and Donald heard their cries. As he felt the warm tropical breeze caress his face, blow through his hair, he admitted without reserve that the scenery was breathtaking.
His voice laced with awe, the man from Earth said, "It is absolutely beautiful."
He was in the midst of it all, lying on alluring red satin sheets spread across the bed in his cabin.
"Have you never tried the environment generator?" Jholeen asked, standing naked at the foot of the bed, her tail twitching behind her.
Aaros was stunned, not entirely certain what to say.

His body stirred again at the sight of Jholeen's slim and yet vivacious nudity. She moved gracefully over to the side of the bed where she stood motionless for a moment, her eyes peering into Donald's, a slight smile playing on her lips. Then her tail came around and went down on the man's slight erection, sucking on it until it grew rigid in the warm and slick folds of the n'ari.
And again Jholeen pumped her tail like a piston pushing and pulling on Donald's rod. He squirmed amidst the satin sheets, under the woman's ministration. And when she knew that the man from Earth was on the verge of climaxing again, she pulled her tail away and climbed up onto the bed, moving over Donald, straddling him. She pushed herself forward, momentarily leaving be the man's cock. Jholeen's face moved close to Aaros, and then she began nibbling his chin. Donald reached forward and grabbed the l'majha's ass with both hands, squeezing, feeling its tightness. And then he brought his hands around and began kneading the large breasts that were pushing against his chest, kissing them. As Jholeen caressed and kissed and fondled the man's body, she allowed her tail to play up and down the length of him, making Donald shudder and moan.

And then Jholeen eased herself back, and, legs straddling the man's hips, she used her tail to guide Donald's cock into her, slowly at first, and then pressing down, taking all of the man's penis inside her hot cunt. Donald reached forward and grabbed Jholeen's hips as she began to rise and fall, using her muscles to increase friction on the man's swollen prick; loosening and tightening them as Aaros moved in and out of the l'majha's pussy; faster and faster, faster and more intense with each moment that passed.

Jholeen approached that sensational wave of exquisite pleasure, and she was fairly uncertain of anything else around her, except how wonderful the sensation of having the man from Earth stroking up and down inside her very wet and hot, and superbly tight pussy.
"Uhhhnn…Oh, Goddess!"
Jholeen's hips moved involuntarily as she came in a manner somewhat akin to violence, bucking and rolling, and she climaxed again and then again, deliciously with each succeeding stroke. In her delirium she thought she counted six convulsions that passed over and through her body, like charged currents of divine electricity, even as Donald pulled her tightly to him in an effort to continue the rhythmic wave of fucking.

Breathing became labored once again, and Jholeen found it difficult to control the animation of her own body. A flood of love juices spilled over the lovers as Aaros increased his pace inside of Jholeen. The aroma of vanilla and cinnamon filled the area. The muscle contractions of the l'majha were animalistic, initiated by the passion of the woman's pleasure, not entirely by conscious effort. The natural aphrodisiac encouraged Donald to grind his hips more quickly. As the man approached his climax, Jholeen felt the trembling of several new orgasms encompass her own body, and the tauten of the woman's heavenly pussy squeezing her lover's cock forced another climax from Aaros.

Jholeen collapsed against Donald's chest, gasping for breath, while the man from Earth savored the sensation of feeling the l'majha's breasts pressing against him.
In time Jholeen rolled over, extracting herself from Donald, who in turn rolled over to face the l'majha in the bed next to him. He touched her face, her lips, and she came forward so that Aaros could kiss her.
"That was…extraordinary." Donald said between intakes of breath.
"I thoroughly enjoyed myself as well." Jholeen reciprocated.
Aaros still felt as if his toes were surging with electrical currents.
But after a time the sensation passed. Then Donald sat up and slid off the bed just long enough to pull the sheets down and climb into bed. Jholeen followed his lead.
Sleep came quickly. As two people often do, when they are not accustomed to sleeping together, Aaros and Jholeen slept lightly and moved frequently.
Vague thoughts of danger elsewhere and an alarm soon to go off, caused a brief uneasiness in Donald. But the feeling was soon to pass, like a salve applied to his very thoughts, and the man from Earth was soon snoring peaceably.