The Final Wish

The Final Wish

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Saesha is a gift that keeps on giving. A genie who belongs to a mortal king with not three wishes, but an endless bounty of them. While the king's right hand worries that Saesha might be a gift moonlighting as a curse, Saesha herself longs for her freedom.

Summary

Saesha is a gift that keeps on giving. A genie who belongs to a mortal king with not three wishes, but an endless bounty of them. While the king's right hand worries that Saesha might be a gift moonlighting as a curse, Saesha herself longs for her freedom.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Final Wish

Author Chapter Note

Saesha is a gift that keeps on giving. Given by a god to quench every desire of the mortal king, who is the only one with complete power over her. Saesha is Alaric's personal genie, but instead of three wishes, he gets an endless bounty. At least, he will so long as he can keep control of her. No immortal bequeaths a gift that doesn't moonlight as a curse as well. Having Saesha is like ensuring his long reign over a prosperous nation, but losing her could mean the end of him.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 13, 2014

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Despite the passionate and unplanned nature of their scandelous escapade, Saesha was not entirely positive that it was an accident. There was no fiber in her that rejected their actions as immoral, but all her impulses were focused on an unquenchable hunger. As if she was a succubus, this hunger was screaming through her veins with the feeling that she was going to suck all the life out of Darius. The hunger must have been eating at him as well, for he had roughly grabbed her shirt, drawing her to his lips, before he shoved her into the closest wall, for a deep, demanding kiss. By the time they had found themselves on his bed, Saesha had managed to peel off Darius shirt. Straddling his hips, she laced his salty skin with trails of kisses that were aimless at first, but then made a direct line south. Her hands slid into the waist band of his pants, so Saesha could aid in their removal. Now she was presented with the rather odd appendage that all men had. Curiously, she tilted her head to take in the appendages' strange architecture, and teased, "I'm not really sure what you would like me to do with this?"

In all honesty, she was not teasing. In all the years Saesha had been imprisoned on this earth, gifted from a god to a loyal king, she felt was if she was sleeping, a dormant volcano. Something was trying to reach her from deep within her own being, and it both scared her and exhilarated her. When she passed Darius in the collanaide in the garden, she couldn't help, but to respond to its urgent whisper. Kiss him. Possess him. 

Everything had moved as if under a spell from the second she turned on her heel. Darius turned too, and they melted together. Now they were here, on his bed and Saesha could not remember the places in between. And now, she just didn't know what to do. Since she lived in court, Saesha wasn't ignorant as to what lords and ladies did with each other. The problem was that she had never seen such actions take place, and she'd certainly never did anything of the sort. She was as chaste as the first snow of the year, and her master would probably have a fit if she didn't remain that way. 

Darius growled, and Saesha bit back a giggle. When a good man growls . . . Darius would not be teased. Fists clenched against lustful want, brown eyes beneath brown tousels accused, "You know everything."

He didn't mean she was a whore. What he meant was, as a genie, there was little of which Saesha was ignorant. After all, her power demanded that she be able to quench all desire. 

"Ah, yes," Saesha said. Many did not know of her true nature, so many did not understand the condundrum it presented her. They knew she was a genie, of course. How her power operated, was where these mortals were confused. "But you must wish it first."

"Trust me, I wish it," Darius told her. 

"You must say it." Saesha flicked the head of it with her finger, mostly wondering if it would feel like a sausage. Inside, Saesha felt like two people. There was this wisened, aged feeling that felt weird and mysterious to her, it was the voice that said weird things to her, it was connected to that volcanic feeling of a deep, hidden, and potentially violent power. And then there was the wild child, the one who felt like who she was supposed to be: harmless, playful, and devouted. She'd run through the woods, getting into trouble Heracles couldn't fend off, then turn around with absolute innocence towards the strangest thing. With all the speculation that she was the king's consort, could Saesha really be that innocent? There was no way their relationship was so chaste for Saesha to be clueless now. Not five minutes into meeting her, Darius wanted to tear her clothes off, and claim her infront of everyone.

Darius claimed, "I wish for you to pleasure me."

"As you wish," Saesha said, lowering her mouth down. She was almost there when a tingling stopped her just before she reached the tip. Sighing, she sat back up, "Wish rain-checked. The master calls."

"Woman, you cannot stop once that's started," Darius told her sternly. 

Her smile was brimming with flirtacious laughter, instead of apologies. "I never started."

"Look at my dick. You can't leave it like that," Darius complained, while his would-be-lover searched for her shirt, and slipped it over her head. "It takes half the time of sex, like two minutes."

Saesha clicked her tongue, "You want me to put that ahead of the king's business? I think that's treason. I also believe that an apologetic sorry, had to suck a man's dick, is an unexceptable excuse for not being punctual. I don't know about you, but I like my head. Besides, hardly anything done right takes two minutes. Just take care of it yourself."

She heard that was a thing. Not that she'd know. She'd tried once, but didn't know where to start and was too embarrassed to ask another lady, even the sister of the King's Right Hand, who was practically the King's sister, just as his the King's Right Hand was practically his brother. 

"Take care of it myself?" Darius replied as Saesha slipped out of his doorway. "I'm so tired of courting myself."


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