Sarosa wasted no time. She moved back up Harry’s body, and lowered her pussy down onto his dick, which, with a snap of her fingers, was back at full mast. The boy moaned as the genie made him a man. If Sarosa’s mouth had felt good, her pussy felt absolutely fucking fantastic. Sarosa leaned down to kiss him, and she bounced up and down on his cock, sending wave after wave of amazing, sexual sensations through both of their bodies. Sarosa grabbed hold of Harry’s hands again, and moved them onto her bottom. Harry squeezed it, and Sarosa moaned into his mouth.
Harry eventually worked up the strength and courage to do some thrusting of his own, moving his hips up and down. He moved his hands from Sarosa’s ass, and the two of them simply took their hands in each-other’s, enjoying the feeling of their joyous union.
“Oh God Sarosa…I’m gonna cum!”
“Me too Master! Give it to me!”
“Here it comes…!”
Harry and Sarosa both moaned loudly, going over the edge simultaneously. Harry fired another huge load into Sarosa’s pussy, which he could feel milking him with every ounce of strength it had. As he came, Harry heard the first of the night’s fireworks going off outside, exploding perfectly in time with his ejaculation.
Harry remembered how well Sarosa had treated him. She’d been like a mother to him, looking after him, giving him everything he wanted, and generally loving him. But he’d treated her with everything from general rudeness to full on torture. He’d have given anything to hear her sweet voice right now. He only hoped that whatever afterlife awaited was forgiving to him.
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Harry was so deep in thought, as well as so close to death, that he didn’t notice the door appearing in front of him. Nor did he notice the air and heat returning to his room. Hell, he barely noticed his chains vanishing. Frank, Asrah, Daniel, Charlie and Afericus walked into the room, and looked at him.
“He’s dead!” Charlie exclaimed.
“He is not dead, Miss…” Asrah said.
“None of your business,” said Charlie. “How do you know he’s not dead?”
“He’s still linked to his genie,” Asrah replied.
“Alright then. Afericus, pick him up.”
“As you command, M…Ma’am,” Afericus said, trying not to blow their cover. He picked up the barely-conscious Harry.
“Alright, now just get out of there,” Antonella said in Daniel’s head. “Get him out to the van and we’ll get the hell out of here.”
They carried Harry out of the facility to the van, and put him in it. With Frank watching, they drove away as quickly as they could.
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Author’s message: “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” – Douglas Adams
Now, I don’t have any actual deadlines for this story. My “deadlines” are simply the points where people start to wonder if I’ve died. So I’m sorry about how long it’s taken. Aside from the normal excuses, this chapter was actually quite a difficult one to write. To make up for it, I added in the flashback sex scene, which I’d instead been planning for later.
SEXSTORIES EXCLUSIVE BIT OF THIS MESSAGE: This chapter took especially long for you guys because of the fact that the moderation team seemed to go into hibernation for two weeks, so that’s how long it took for Chapter 3 to go up. It’s now finally up, more than 2 weeks after submitting it, so I can post this too.
I did consider killing Harry off, but I have things planned for him later on, so I decided against it. I’m also aware that Afericus is currently less of a character than Kamelion or Kininger, and I’d like to fix that later on, so I hope so.
Any French speakers out there want to correct my French, by the way?
Let’s hope Chapter 5 doesn’t take as long… And let’s hope this one goes up in decent time.