The Locket of Love  Chapter. 4 part 7 of 7

The Locket of Love
Chapter. 4 part 7 of 7

Approaching her from behind, Mike kissed each of her cheeks before giving her ass a playful slap. He aligned his throbbing member with her beckoning tunnel and slowly pushed himself into her. Despite not being a domineering person, Mike had always loved having sex with a woman from behind. Though he was well versed in the opportunities for unbridled fucking presented here, he had also developed his own method of truly making love, even from this position.

As he slowly sheathed and withdrew his shaft, he could tell the new shape Melody mentioned was coming in handy. Her moans of pleasure increased with each stroke, and she even began lightly fingering her clit, complementing his motions. He gently grabbed her hips and began angling his thrusts slightly downward, hoping to catch her g-spot with the new curved shape of his cock. Judging by her sudden gasp, he knew he had found it. Focusing intently on that spot, he now began lightly pounding her with increased speed, reaching around her to fondle her right breast in the process.

Melody began squirming and bucking, unexpectedly reaching two small orgasms in a row from the pinpoint accuracy of Mike’s thrusting. Spurred on by her tight pussy milking his cock, he held onto her waist with both hands and assumed a power stance, allowing him to increase his tempo to a rapid pounding. Tender lovemaking now thrown out the window, Mike threw in an occasional light swat to Melody’s ass.

“Ooh, YES!” She squealed in delight. “Keep pounding me, please… do not stop… I need you… I need your cum!”

Losing himself completely in her pleas for him, Mike was certainly not going to deny her. He gazed intently at her gloriously curvy ass and pumped a dozen or more strokes into her as he felt his climax approach the edge. Slowing his pace ever so slightly, knowing full well it would increase the intensity of their orgasms, he slid is throbbing member into her one final time, feeling every square inch of her wonderful pussy, and finally blew his enormous load into her. The waves of their orgasms lasted at least thirty seconds, her contractions drawing more cum from his cock than he ever thought possible.

Remaining inside of her as their passions subsided, he gently ran his hand over the soft, pale skin of her back. Their breathing slowed, gradually becoming more relaxed and metered. Mike’s cock began to soften, eventually slipping out of Melody, eliciting a final giggle from her. She slowly turned, falling into his arms, her head on his shoulder.

“Wow…” Mike sighed, “That was fun!”

“You can… say that again…”

“Wow… that was fun!”

“Smartass!” Melody stuck her tongue out at him.

“You love it,” Mike replied. “Nice job on the equipment upgrade. It really, uh, hits the spot, doesn’t it?”

“Mumm hmm…” She mumbled contentedly. “I have a really sensitive g-spot, so anything that can hit that consistently is nothing short of explosive.”

“No kidding,” Mike said, exceedingly pleased with himself.

The pair spent the next twenty minutes leisurely washing each other, each exploring every nook and cranny of the other’s body. In between the scrubbing, there was plenty of laughing, groping, and the occasional make-out session. As they finished and Mike shut the water off, they stepped out of the shower and wrapped a single large towel around them, embracing while drying off. Not worrying about combing his hair, Mike slipped on a pair of gym shorts and crawled onto his bed with an armchair pillow, relaxing shirtless to cool off from easily the best shower of his life. Melody conjured up a skimpy kimono robe made of black satin material, modeling seductively for a minute before joining Mike on his bed.

Thinking for a moment, he said, “Melody, this bed just does not seem big enough for the extracurricular activities that will certainly be occurring here in the future. Why don’t we make this a high-quality king-size bed, along with all my sheets to go on it?”

Tingle. Flash.

Now relaxing on a luxuriously large bed that still fit in perfectly with his bedroom, Mike kissed Melody on the forehead. “Have I mentioned how awesome you are?”

Giggling, she replied, “Not today.”

Kissing her passionately, Mike smiled at her, saying, “You… are awesome.”

Even though their shower romp had lasted over an hour, it was still only 2:00 in the afternoon. Turning to Melody, Mike asked, “Want to watch a movie?”

Her face lit up. “Absolutely. What do you recommend?”

With zero hesitation, he replied, “Star Wars.”

As he explained the space opera premise of the series, she listened intently, already drawn in and ready to see what it was all about. Mike retrieved the DVD and hit play, beginning the iconic title sequence. Melody was so entranced from the opening moments that she never even attempted to start any fooling around in their new bed. Near the scene where Luke Skywalker first appeared on screen, she turned to Mike with a question.

“Couldn’t you basically do a drinking game in this movie based on how many times C-3PO says ‘We’re doomed?’”

Mike laughed, adding, “You can do the same thing every time Luke complains or whines about something.” Right on cue, Luke whined about having to clean up the droids.

Giggling, Melody resumed watching the movie, taking in every last detail. She gripped Mike’s arm tightly when Darth Vader choked his underlings, laughed when Han blasted Greedo, and cried out in shock when Obi-Wan was struck down. By the end of the attack on the Death Star, her adrenaline was pumping full blast, lasting all the way through the ending credits.

Melody was so excited after the movie that they talked for over an hour about everything she had seen. “Please tell me there’s more to the story!”

“Oh, absolutely,” Mike replied. “There are two more sequels to this one, plus three more telling the story of Darth Vader before he went bad. We will watch the rest of them throughout the week.”

As evening approached, Mike warmed up the last of the leftover pizza for their dinner. The pair relaxed and ate on the living room sofa with a cop show on TV for background noise, though neither of them really paid any attention to it; just hanging with each other was entertainment enough for them. As Melody lay on the sofa, her head in Mike’s lap, he couldn’t help stroking her red wine hair softly.

“Mmm… that’s nice…” she purred.

“Can’t really help myself,” he said. “I just love your hair.”

Looking up at him, she gently placed her hand on his cheek. “I love your eyes. They are so pure; easily the most honest-looking eyes imaginable.” She sat up, leaning her head on her shoulder. “I imagine that honesty is why you’ve barely scratched the surface of my powers thus far.”

Chuckling, he remembered his dream from this morning. “You are not far wrong. My granddaddy always had a saying about power. Didn’t matter if it was politics, religion, or anything else, it always applied. ‘Men who seek power actively are destined to abuse it, but men who have power unwittingly thrust upon them can be trusted to guard it.’ That was obviously his wizened sage side.”

Shrugging, she replied, “Seems like excellent advice, though you can definitely be trusted in using my powers.”

“Ah, but that’s not what he said, is it? He said they could be trusted to guard such powers, not use them. The minute someone strays towards using too much of the power they guard, they risk turning into the abuser. Make sense?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Thinking for a moment, he continued, “I know you’ve mentioned slowing time and memory alterations as within your abilities. Slowing time could be helpful in the right situations, but I’m not keen on memory altering unless necessary. Messing with free will just isn’t a path I want to go anywhere near outside of those, what other powers are you referring to?”

Nodding, Melody said, “First, you are able to have any person you wish, whenever you want, in any sexual situation imaginable. I know that I previously confirmed for you that this includes actions and people considered illegal under your law, such as those under eighteen years of age. Most of these situations would usually involve gauging the desired person’s sexual interest in you. If it were high enough, I would merely give their subconscious a nudge toward moving in on you. Otherwise, my memory powers would likely need to come into play.”

Almost immediately, Mike responded, “You can go ahead and scratch anything like that from the realm of possibility. Just like you with me, I only have eyes for one gal, and I just happened to take her to the moon and back while in the shower this afternoon.”

Quivering momentarily, she continued, “You most certainly did. I personally am incapable of jealousy and would have no problem if you did desire other women. Still, there is no mistaking that looks in your eye. I am not changing your mind on that one, am I?” He shook his head no with a smile. “Very well, you have my word that I won’t bring up that subject again. But if you do change your mind, just let me know. Anyway, the final power of mine that we haven’t even touched yet is perhaps the most sought-after power of genie servants throughout the centuries: the ability to create sexual fantasies.”

Mike instantly perked up. “Sexual fantasies? You mean like sexual dreams?”

“Fantasies of this type do put you into a dream-like state, however, the effects are much more powerful. First, the dream is far more realistic; you will feel in all ways that you are there, experiencing it firsthand. Additionally, once the fantasy has ended, your memory of it will not fade as a normal dream does. Finally, your body will feel all the positive effects of the fantasy upon returning to reality. For example, if the fantasy involved a full body massage, that feeling of rejuvenation will still be present when you awaken.”

Taking everything she told him in, Mike was exceedingly impressed. “Wow. That is incredibly powerful.”

Nodding in agreement, Melody continued, “Indeed. So powerful, in fact, that there are strict rules for fantasies that I must follow. These are put into place for the mental and physical protection of my master, ensuring not only that he does not experience any fantasies too powerful for him to fully handle, but also that he does not spend more time in the fantasy world as opposed to the real world. This was the biggest concern of all in the past, several thousand years ago.

“In those days, most genies were servants to the various kings and rulers of what is today referred to as the Middle East. While the genie’s primary duties would be to run the king’s harem and keep his many wives happy and prepared for all sexual duties, fantasies were also highly desired and sought after. Thus, time limits had to be put into place to ensure that the king was not neglecting his duties as ruler by constantly escaping into a fantasy world.”

“Ok, so how do the rules work?” Mike questioned.

“First, a master acquires fantasy time continually from the moment their genie is first released. It is currently 7:00 in the evening, and you released me around 11:00 on Friday night, meaning you have earned forty-four hours of fantasy time. Secondly, at your current experience with my powers, you are only able to experience a fantasy up to six hours long, and once you experience a fantasy, you must wait twenty-four hours before you can experience another. Finally, as you gain more experience with me and my powers, you will be allowed to earn fantasy time at a faster rate, as well as being able to experience longer fantasies at one time.”

Pondering all of this, Mike replied, “So, while all of this is happening, what happens to my physical body?”

Melody continued her explanation. “Your physical body will fall asleep while you are experiencing a fantasy. However, it is still under the full protection of all my powers. Normally, while you are in a fantasy, time will pass normally outside of the fantasy, meaning a one-hour fantasy will cause one hour of real-time to pass for your physical body. However, I am able to slow real-time for the purposes of a fantasy by as much as half, if you so desire.”

Leaning forward on the sofa, she continued, “I’m sorry for the lengthy explanation, but it is necessary for your safety that you fully understand the nature and limitations of fantasies before experiencing this power of mine.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and replied sarcastically, “Please, I’m never one to skip the safety briefing.”

Giggling, she asked, “So, would you like to experience a fantasy? It can be anything. You could take your high school crush to prom, seduce a beautiful actress, or do anything you can think of. I just need a basic outline of the script before we begin. Oh, and the fantasy does not have to be completely sexual, though the sex of some kind does need to occur for it to fall under my powers’ jurisdiction.”

Thinking for several minutes, Mike finally decided on a perfect idea. “First, I would like you to be in the fantasy with me. Let us make it a one-hour fantasy and go ahead and activate the slowing of real-time while it goes on; I value my time in the real world quite a bit. As for the specific script, I’m thinking something like this…”


Approaching her from behind, Mike kissed each of her cheeks before giving her ass a playful slap. He aligned his throbbing member with her beckoning tunnel and slowly pushed himself into her. Despite not being a domineering person, Mike had always loved having sex with a woman from behind. Though he was well versed in the opportunities for unbridled fucking presented here, he had also developed his own method of truly making love, even from this position.

As he slowly sheathed and withdrew his shaft, he could tell the new shape Melody mentioned was coming in handy. Her moans of pleasure increased with each stroke, and she even began lightly fingering her clit, complementing his motions. He gently grabbed her hips and began angling his thrusts slightly downward, hoping to catch her g-spot with the new curved shape of his cock. Judging by her sudden gasp, he knew he had found it. Focusing intently on that spot, he now began lightly pounding her with increased speed, reaching around her to fondle her right breast in the process.

Melody began squirming and bucking, unexpectedly reaching two small orgasms in a row from the pinpoint accuracy of Mike’s thrusting. Spurred on by her tight pussy milking his cock, he held onto her waist with both hands and assumed a power stance, allowing him to increase his tempo to a rapid pounding. Tender lovemaking now thrown out the window, Mike threw in an occasional light swat to Melody’s ass.

“Ooh, YES!” She squealed in delight. “Keep pounding me, please… do not stop… I need you… I need your cum!”

Losing himself completely in her pleas for him, Mike was certainly not going to deny her. He gazed intently at her gloriously curvy ass and pumped a dozen or more strokes into her as he felt his climax approach the edge. Slowing his pace ever so slightly, knowing full well it would increase the intensity of their orgasms, he slid is throbbing member into her one final time, feeling every square inch of her wonderful pussy, and finally blew his enormous load into her. The waves of their orgasms lasted at least thirty seconds, her contractions drawing more cum from his cock than he ever thought possible.

Remaining inside of her as their passions subsided, he gently ran his hand over the soft, pale skin of her back. Their breathing slowed, gradually becoming more relaxed and metered. Mike’s cock began to soften, eventually slipping out of Melody, eliciting a final giggle from her. She slowly turned, falling into his arms, her head on his shoulder.

“Wow…” Mike sighed, “That was fun!”

“You can… say that again…”

“Wow… that was fun!”

“Smartass!” Melody stuck her tongue out at him.

“You love it,” Mike replied. “Nice job on the equipment upgrade. It really, uh, hits the spot, doesn’t it?”

“Mumm hmm…” She mumbled contentedly. “I have a really sensitive g-spot, so anything that can hit that consistently is nothing short of explosive.”

“No kidding,” Mike said, exceedingly pleased with himself.

The pair spent the next twenty minutes leisurely washing each other, each exploring every nook and cranny of the other’s body. In between the scrubbing, there was plenty of laughing, groping, and the occasional make-out session. As they finished and Mike shut the water off, they stepped out of the shower and wrapped a single large towel around them, embracing while drying off. Not worrying about combing his hair, Mike slipped on a pair of gym shorts and crawled onto his bed with an armchair pillow, relaxing shirtless to cool off from easily the best shower of his life. Melody conjured up a skimpy kimono robe made of black satin material, modeling seductively for a minute before joining Mike on his bed.

Thinking for a moment, he said, “Melody, this bed just does not seem big enough for the extracurricular activities that will certainly be occurring here in the future. Why don’t we make this a high-quality king-size bed, along with all my sheets to go on it?”

Tingle. Flash.

Now relaxing on a luxuriously large bed that still fit in perfectly with his bedroom, Mike kissed Melody on the forehead. “Have I mentioned how awesome you are?”

Giggling, she replied, “Not today.”

Kissing her passionately, Mike smiled at her, saying, “You… are awesome.”

Even though their shower romp had lasted over an hour, it was still only 2:00 in the afternoon. Turning to Melody, Mike asked, “Want to watch a movie?”

Her face lit up. “Absolutely. What do you recommend?”

With zero hesitation, he replied, “Star Wars.”

As he explained the space opera premise of the series, she listened intently, already drawn in and ready to see what it was all about. Mike retrieved the DVD and hit play, beginning the iconic title sequence. Melody was so entranced from the opening moments that she never even attempted to start any fooling around in their new bed. Near the scene where Luke Skywalker first appeared on screen, she turned to Mike with a question.

“Couldn’t you basically do a drinking game in this movie based on how many times C-3PO says ‘We’re doomed?’”

Mike laughed, adding, “You can do the same thing every time Luke complains or whines about something.” Right on cue, Luke whined about having to clean up the droids.

Giggling, Melody resumed watching the movie, taking in every last detail. She gripped Mike’s arm tightly when Darth Vader choked his underlings, laughed when Han blasted Greedo, and cried out in shock when Obi-Wan was struck down. By the end of the attack on the Death Star, her adrenaline was pumping full blast, lasting all the way through the ending credits.

Melody was so excited after the movie that they talked for over an hour about everything she had seen. “Please tell me there’s more to the story!”

“Oh, absolutely,” Mike replied. “There are two more sequels to this one, plus three more telling the story of Darth Vader before he went bad. We will watch the rest of them throughout the week.”

As evening approached, Mike warmed up the last of the leftover pizza for their dinner. The pair relaxed and ate on the living room sofa with a cop show on TV for background noise, though neither of them really paid any attention to it; just hanging with each other was entertainment enough for them. As Melody lay on the sofa, her head in Mike’s lap, he couldn’t help stroking her red wine hair softly.

“Mmm… that’s nice…” she purred.

“Can’t really help myself,” he said. “I just love your hair.”

Looking up at him, she gently placed her hand on his cheek. “I love your eyes. They are so pure; easily the most honest-looking eyes imaginable.” She sat up, leaning her head on her shoulder. “I imagine that honesty is why you’ve barely scratched the surface of my powers thus far.”

Chuckling, he remembered his dream from this morning. “You are not far wrong. My granddaddy always had a saying about power. Didn’t matter if it was politics, religion, or anything else, it always applied. ‘Men who seek power actively are destined to abuse it, but men who have power unwittingly thrust upon them can be trusted to guard it.’ That was obviously his wizened sage side.”

Shrugging, she replied, “Seems like excellent advice, though you can definitely be trusted in using my powers.”

“Ah, but that’s not what he said, is it? He said they could be trusted to guard such powers, not use them. The minute someone strays towards using too much of the power they guard, they risk turning into the abuser. Make sense?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Thinking for a moment, he continued, “I know you’ve mentioned slowing time and memory alterations as within your abilities. Slowing time could be helpful in the right situations, but I’m not keen on memory altering unless necessary. Messing with free will just isn’t a path I want to go anywhere near outside of those, what other powers are you referring to?”

Nodding, Melody said, “First, you are able to have any person you wish, whenever you want, in any sexual situation imaginable. I know that I previously confirmed for you that this includes actions and people considered illegal under your law, such as those under eighteen years of age. Most of these situations would usually involve gauging the desired person’s sexual interest in you. If it were high enough, I would merely give their subconscious a nudge toward moving in on you. Otherwise, my memory powers would likely need to come into play.”

Almost immediately, Mike responded, “You can go ahead and scratch anything like that from the realm of possibility. Just like you with me, I only have eyes for one gal, and I just happened to take her to the moon and back while in the shower this afternoon.”

Quivering momentarily, she continued, “You most certainly did. I personally am incapable of jealousy and would have no problem if you did desire other women. Still, there is no mistaking that looks in your eye. I am not changing your mind on that one, am I?” He shook his head no with a smile. “Very well, you have my word that I won’t bring up that subject again. But if you do change your mind, just let me know. Anyway, the final power of mine that we haven’t even touched yet is perhaps the most sought-after power of genie servants throughout the centuries: the ability to create sexual fantasies.”

Mike instantly perked up. “Sexual fantasies? You mean like sexual dreams?”

“Fantasies of this type do put you into a dream-like state, however, the effects are much more powerful. First, the dream is far more realistic; you will feel in all ways that you are there, experiencing it firsthand. Additionally, once the fantasy has ended, your memory of it will not fade as a normal dream does. Finally, your body will feel all the positive effects of the fantasy upon returning to reality. For example, if the fantasy involved a full body massage, that feeling of rejuvenation will still be present when you awaken.”

Taking everything she told him in, Mike was exceedingly impressed. “Wow. That is incredibly powerful.”

Nodding in agreement, Melody continued, “Indeed. So powerful, in fact, that there are strict rules for fantasies that I must follow. These are put into place for the mental and physical protection of my master, ensuring not only that he does not experience any fantasies too powerful for him to fully handle, but also that he does not spend more time in the fantasy world as opposed to the real world. This was the biggest concern of all in the past, several thousand years ago.

“In those days, most genies were servants to the various kings and rulers of what is today referred to as the Middle East. While the genie’s primary duties would be to run the king’s harem and keep his many wives happy and prepared for all sexual duties, fantasies were also highly desired and sought after. Thus, time limits had to be put into place to ensure that the king was not neglecting his duties as ruler by constantly escaping into a fantasy world.”

“Ok, so how do the rules work?” Mike questioned.

“First, a master acquires fantasy time continually from the moment their genie is first released. It is currently 7:00 in the evening, and you released me around 11:00 on Friday night, meaning you have earned forty-four hours of fantasy time. Secondly, in your current experience with my powers, you are only able to experience a fantasy up to six hours long, and once you experience a fantasy, you must wait twenty-four hours before you can experience another. Finally, as you gain more experience with me and my powers, you will be allowed to earn fantasy time at a faster rate, as well as being able to experience longer fantasies at one time.”

Pondering all of this, Mike replied, “So, while all of this is happening, what happens to my physical body?”

Melody continued her explanation. “Your physical body will fall asleep while you are experiencing a fantasy. However, it is still under the full protection of all my powers. Normally, while you are in a fantasy, time will pass normally outside of the fantasy, meaning a one-hour fantasy will cause one hour of real-time to pass for your physical body. However, I am able to slow real-time for the purposes of fantasy by as much as half, if you so desire.”

Leaning forward on the sofa, she continued, “I’m sorry for the lengthy explanation, but it is necessary for your safety that you fully understand the nature and limitations of fantasies before experiencing this power of mine.”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and replied sarcastically, “Please, I’m never one to skip the safety briefing.”

Giggling, she asked, “So, would you like to experience a fantasy? It can be anything. You could take your high school crush to prom, seduce a beautiful actress, or do anything you can think of. I just need a basic outline of the script before we begin. Oh, and the fantasy does not have to be completely sexual, though the sex of some kind does need to occur for it to fall under my powers’ jurisdiction.”

Thinking for several minutes, Mike finally decided on a perfect idea. “First, I would like you to be in the fantasy with me. Let us make it a one-hour fantasy and go ahead and activate the slowing of real-time while it goes on; I value my time in the real world quite a bit. As for the specific script, I’m thinking something like this…”

To be continued