He pulled out slowly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. But before I could complain, he was moving down my body, licking the cum from my chest and stomach. His tongue was hot and rought, sending shivers through my overstimulated skin.
“Turn over,” he commanded gently. “On your hands and knees.”
I obeyed without hesitation, my body responding to his authority like it belonged to him. I felt his hands on my ass, spreading me open, and then the hot, wet slide of his tongue over my cum-drenched hole.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow. The sensation was incredible, his tongue lapping at his own cum that was leaking out of me, then pressing back inside.
“You taste divine,” he murmured against my skin.
His tongue was joined by fingers, thick and probing, finding my prostate with unerring accuracy. I gasped as he massaged that sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure through my spent body. To my amazement, I felt my cock hardening again.
“How many times can you make me cum?” I asked, my voice muffled by the pillow.
Azir’s laugh was dark and promising. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He flipped me again, positioning me on my side before lying down behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his cock nudging at my entrance. One powerful arm wrapped around my chest while the other guided his length back inside me.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as he filled me again. The angle was different, deeper somehow.
“Relax,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck. “Let me take care of you.”
His thrusts were slower this time, more deliberate. His hand found my cock, stroking it languidly in time with his movements. His other hand played with my nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.
“I’ve pleasured emperors and concubines,” he murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Warriors and virgins. But none have been as wonderfully responsive as you.”
I could only moan in response, my body caught in a never ending spiral of sensation too overwhelming for words. Every nerve ending felt raw and exposed, every touch amplified beyond reason.
Azir’s thrusts gradually increased in speed and force, driving me toward a third climax that I wasn’t sure I could survive. When it hit, it was different from the previous two. It was less intense but somehow deeper, spreading through my body like warm molasses rather than crashing over me like a wave. I came with a soft cry, my entire body shaking in delight.
This time, Azir pulled out, though he hadn’t cum yet, leaving me feeling suddenly empty. In one fluid motion he rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips. Before I even knew what was happening, he was sinking down on me, his beautiful ass enveloping my cock in a tight warmth that had me crying out once more.
“Oh fuck…” I moaned, the sound blissful and overwrought just like the rest of me.
I gasped as Azir rode me, his thighs flexing powerfully on either side of my hips. The sight of this magnificent blue-skinned djinn impaling himself on my cock was almost too much to process. He threw his head back, his dark hair cascading down his broad shoulders as he moved with the grace and precision of someone who had spent millennia perfecting the art of pleasure.
“You honor me,” he said, his voice resonating with power even as he submitted to me physically. “To give pleasure to the one who freed me... there is no greater joy.”
His internal muscles clenched around me with impossible control, rippling along my shaft in ways that defied human anatomy. Each squeeze and release sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, building toward what would be my fourth orgasm of the night. I didn’t even know that was possible without some serious recovery time, but Djinn magic apparently didn’t play by the normal rules.
“Azir,” I moaned, my hands gripping his blue thighs. “I can’t... I don’t think I can...”
“You can,” he assured me, leaning forward to brush his lips against mine. “Your body is capable of far more pleasure than you realize. Let me show you.”
He placed his palm flat against my chest, directly over my heart. A warm sensation spread outward from his touch, flowing through my veins. My exhaustion melted away, replaced by a renewed vigor that had me thrusting upward to meet his downward movements.
“What did you do to me?” I gasped, feeling stronger and more energized than I had all day.
“I’ve temporarily enhanced your stamina,” he explained with a wicked smile. “A small gift. One of many I intend to give you tonight.”
He began to move faster, his cock bobbing enticingly with each bounce, that gold ring at the tip catching the light. I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around his impressive girth. He was hot to the touch, pulsing with an energy that seemed barely contained by his physical form.
“Yes,” he hissed, his eyes flaring brighter as I stroked him. “Your touch... it’s exquisite.”
We moved together in perfect synchrony, as if our bodies had been made for each other. His weight on top of me, the heat of him surrounding my cock, the sight of his beautiful blue form riding me with abandon… It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
When my fourth orgasm hit, it was transcendent. I felt as though I was being turned inside out, every nerve ending firing simultaneously. I cried out, my voice hoarse from overuse as I emptied myself inside him. At the same time, Azir reached his own climax, his cock pulsing in my hand as he painted my chest and face with thick ropes of cum that glowed faintly blue in the dim light.
The sight should have been strange, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. His release was warm on my skin, tingling slightly where it landed. When I instinctively licked a drop that had landed near my mouth, I was surprised by the taste. It was sweet and spicy at once, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.