Dan sighed as he leaned into the futon, it had been a long day, long and trying.  Completely the opposite of what he had hoped when he had planned this picnic. But that seemed to be the way of things since he had met Amani.  Not that he would ever trade that for the anything, she was his world, and he would hold onto her until death ripped him away.

Speaking of he remembered that chat with Ashy he remembered her saying something about only being able to keep him around for the next thousand years or so.  For a god that might seem like a short time but for him, that was 10 lifetimes, much more than enough, it might be bordering on the to much side of things.

But that was a bridge to cross once he got there, as it stood he was still for almost all intents and purposes a mortal, or at least being a Demigod was not so different than being human, it was hard to say.

“Whatcha doing?”  Amani asked, she came over and sat on the arm of the futon, leaning over and putting one arm around him as she lay her head on his shoulder.  God, why did she always smell so good, he knew it was not the soap, it was something more, something like a fresh breeze.  But then again that might be her natural scent, seeing as she was a spirit of the wind before becoming a Djinn.

“Absolutely nothing.” he sighed, “Which is the problem.”  she smiled and leaned in closer to him, using her spare hand she ran it up and down his chest in a slow motion tracing some imaginary lines up and down his torso.  “Where are the others?”  he asked, trying his best to ignore the fingers as they danced up and down him, ticking ever so slightly.

“Ashy went wherever she goes, Sara and Bastet went back to there place to pick up some things.”  she replied, never slowing her hand movements, but slowly getting lower and lower on his torso.

“It's almost like nothing happened, everyone is just going about their business.”  he sighed.

“That's not true, Sara and Bastet are getting things packed, just incase they have to be away some time.”  she said. “Everyone is here, not only because of you but also for you, we all love you Dan, and they would have to kill us before they could separate us from you.”

“Depending on the severity of the sentence that might not be to out of the question...”

“You need to relax, we have  Asherah on our side, and you have all of us, we will make it through.”  she said, her eyes still closed as she leaned on him and ran her fingers expertly up and down his body.

“I suppose you're right,” he sighed. “What about Abyzou?”  

“What about her?”

“You didn't mention what she was up to...”

“Oh, well she is currently conversing with her mother, I left them to it, they have some stuff to work out.” she said.

“Yeah, that was not quite how I expected to meet my mother in law.”  he laughed slightly.

“You think that was bad?”  she said with a humorless chuckle.  “Try meeting your mother for the first time and being denied by her.”

“So you see her as your mother?”  he asked, looking at her, she was turned away but he could still almost see the gears turning in her head and the storm that brewed inside of her.

“She is the one that created me, weather she acknowledges it or not she is my mother.”  she said firmly, but it felt like she was saying it more for her own affirmation than anything from him. He sighed again, the two of them both had some gut wrenching issues, some that were there own, and others that they shared, he absolutely hated seeing her like this, so conflicted.

But he was really no better at the moment was he? How could he help her if he couldn't even break himself free?

“Hey,”  she whispered.

“What?”  he asked, watching as she turned her torso and arched her head back so she could face him, her bright green eyes looking at him with a hungry longing.

“We are too stressed.” she whispered, placing a kiss on his neck.  “Let's fix that.” she whispered, her hot breath brushing past his neck and down towards his collarbone.  He smiled mischievously, before wrapping an arm around her torso and pulling her off of the futon arm and on top of himself.  She went with the motion, straddling his lower body with both knees on either side of his legs. She smiled as she grabbed either side of the lower hem of her shirt, pulling it off over her head cross armed.

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He almost laughed out loud when he saw the bra she was wearing underneath. On its pristine white cloth ran cartoon pictures of dogs and puppies as they frolicked on the meaty hills that she provided. Instead of laughing at the sight he was able to choke it back and only snort a little.

“Don't laugh at my clothes!” she said, her cheeks darkening slightly as she slapped him across the chest, “They are cute!” she said, there was a hint of indignation in her voice.

“Oh they are,”  he nodded, leaving out the fact that they were most likely designed for young teens, not fully grown and developed women like herself.

“There my favorite pair,”  she grumbled to herself.  Thinking about it he remembered seeing this bra before…

***

“Doesn't matter, just pick some.”  he said in exasperation.  They had been here for almost an hour now, and they had only done underwear and had not even finished picking out bras let alone any of the rest of her clothes.

“Sorry,”  she smiled sweetly, and picked four of them, all of which were ranging from many different sizes and shapes.

“What are you doing?” he asked looking at her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if I am not mistaken, those two are F cup bras, and that one is a C and that one is an A.” she looked at him confused, and back at the bras, “Meaning they are all different sizes, shouldn't you get the ones that fit you?”  he explained.

“Oh! That's not an issue!” she laughed.

“It's not?” he asked, he had a bad feeling about this.

“Nope, I can always change them,” she clapped her hands and much to his surprise it was not the bras that changed size, but rather her bust.  She laughed at his awestruck face, “You like ‘em big or small?”  she asked with a flirty voice as she leaned forward and emphasized her breasts with an arm.

***

That's where he remembered them, it was one of the first pairs that she had picked out, she blushed and turned away from him the deliciously tan skin of her cheeks darkening even further.  Did she like them because it was from him? The reaction seemed to say so…

With a smile he reached up and placed his hands on her thighs, which were still clad in jeans, and ran them up to her now naked waistline, rubbing his hands over the curves of her hips and abdomen, all the way up to her diaphragm and onto the two hillocks upon which the dogs played.  “Adorable,”  he whispered, as she blushed even deeper. Placing one hand on the small of her back he pulled her down into him, placing his lips on the lowest part of her he could get without  moving the two of them,  that place happened to be just above her belly button but just below her twin mounds. He placed a soft moist kiss on her skin, slowly working his way up even as his hands crawled up her spine to get to the clasps of the bra.

She blushed again, this time more from excitement than from embarrassment.  She softly started gyrating her hips, rubbing on him through both of these sets of clothes, panting ever so slightly…

The bra fell away revealing perfectly tanned breasts capped with dark nipples and areolas that dangled tantalizingly over his head. He softly kissed her and was rewarded by a moan.

With a smile he placed her right nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it and rolling it around with his tongue. Amani moaned even louder this time, forcing her to bring up her hand to her mouth and bite on the crook of her index finger.

God he loved that sound.

She pushed her hands up under his shirt in a desperate plea to get it off of him, and after this was removed they went to work on her jeans.  The issue however was not only with how she had positioned herself over him but also with the ridiculous tightness of said jeans, they almost had to be peeled off, turning the pants inside out and revealing a white set of panties with a tiger stamped on the back of them.  

Dan was to into the moment however to laugh at those, honestly he barely even registered them, he simply helped her undo the buckle of his pants and allowed them to be slipped down by lifting his torso and hips, even as she straddled atop of him.

Neither of them bothered to wait for her to remove her tiger printed pamties, as soon as he was free she moved him into position and slowly slid down, biting her bottom lip as she felt him enter her.  Once she had gotten him all the way inside she stopped moving, savoring the warmth that penetrates her she wrapped both arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest just by his collarbone.  She could feel the ticlishness of his beird as her face went past his own.  Kissing him on the chest she slowly started moving, while she raised her head to look up at him from below.

She stared straight into his eyes as she moved up and down, breathing roughly she releasing short meaningless sounds.“Ooh Oooh… nnnnnAAAAAH!…” She pulled back, pushing Dan down into the futon, before bracing herself by putting both hands on his chest and starting to rise and fall with a greater speed and intensity. “Hhhgggggggggg-”  she groaned, arching her back, her breasts swayed above his head tantalizingly. She placed her hands on either side of his head and leaned over him, a wild look in her eyes she began moving even faster.

leaning forward she pressing her lips to his again, it took almost a minute before either of them came up for air, a thin strand of saliva bridged their lips for a split second, even as her lower half continued rising and falling. Amani was breathing heavy, but for that matter so was Dan.  Her cheeks were a deep bronze color that only seemed to deepen as she stared at him longer.   

She pulled back and instead of rising she started to move in small little circles rubbing him against her inner walls, this, this was almost too much. It would seem like he was not the only one who felt this way either, seeing as he felt her shudder and warm liquid flooded out, dampening and lubricating the both of them. She paused in her movements before smiling at him and turning herself around.  He ran both hands along her spine before reaching around a feeling her entire body.  Slowly she resumed her motions, this time with both hands on his knees leaning away from him.

She drove down, deeper, harder, each thrust attempting to bring more of himself into her, until he found he could take it no more.  Wrapping both hands around her waist and towards her inner thighs he pulled her back into himself.

Hard.

Dan lifted his hips, reaching into her deepest regions before letting go, and as he did so he felt her tighten around him, almost like she was squeezing him dry.  The two of them fell back panting, with her laying on top of him, as her back pressed up against his chest, both of there skins sticking together with sweat.  She shuddered, completely and wholly satisfied and spent.

Arching back she kissed him softly on the lips, her large green eyes heavy with sleepiness.  “I love you Dan,”  she whispered as she drifted off.  Dan just smiled, also feeling the tug of the sandman, between this and a nap, well that sounded as stress relieving as hell.  And not bothering to cover up, or even pull out of her he fell asleep as well.