Angel the Genie

A/N This is the finale of Angel the Genie series. My sincere thanks to all the readers who rated the first ten parts such that they all earned the Hot tag. I'm so happy that you found my humble efforts worthy.

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"Hon?" Angel said to Tristan.

"Something on your mind, sweetheart?" he replied.

"Do you ever regret that I'm sterile and we can't have children?" The timber of her voice made it clear she was afraid of what he might say.

"No, you told me all genies are sterile and becoming mortal didn't change that. I knew what the deal was before we made love the first time. Besides, in our late fifties now I think it would be unfair to any child. We'd be close to eighty at their high school graduation," Tristan explained.

"I'm glad you feel that way. I was afraid I had disappointed you," she said.

"Hon, I haven't had a single minute of disappointment since you came into my life," he said as he took her by the hand and led her into their bedroom. Slowly undressing her, and then himself, he laid her back on the bed and climbed in beside her. He kissed her lips as his hand softly glided over her upper body, touching everywhere.

Tristan leaned up and kissed her forehead, left, right, and center. He took her right ear between his lips and sucked gently, then used the tip of his tongue to explore every fold and curve of it. He felt her shiver with pleasure and raised her arm above her head, gripping that hand with his left hand. His right hand reached up and he slowly slid it down the underside of her arm from wrist to pit. She giggled as he tickled her there.

For the next forty-five minutes, Tristan explored every inch of Angel's body with his hands, fingers, lips and tongue. Angel felt like every nerve in her body was on fire in the best possible way. He had barely touched her nipples and pussy but she was so turned on she was sitting on a wet spot on the sheets. She could feel her juices leak out and run down her thighs and ass cheeks.

"Please!" she pleaded and he knew she needed more. Lifting himself between her legs, his cock naturally fell onto her opening. He pressed his hips forward and slipped inside her eagerly welcoming pussy. Before he even managed to get all the way inside, she came dramatically, shaking over and over again as if having a seizure.

Angel wrapped her arms around Tristan's neck and pulled his face to hers, locking their lips together in a kiss few people could match in passion. Her orgasm over for the moment, Tristan began stroking in and out slowly. Her initial need fulfilled for now, he made love with her, sharing their most intimate feelings through the most intimate parts of their bodies.

As Tristan continued stroking steadily in and out of Angel she came again, several times. He finally reached his tipping point and flooded her pussy with his cum. When he finished spurting Angel rhythmically squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles, inspiring it to remain hard. She pushed his shoulder to roll him over, remaining connected. Once on top, Angel took over the stroking duties.

More than ten minutes later, Tristan had a second, albeit dry, orgasm. Angel smiled as she felt his cock throbbing over and over, desperately trying to shoot out what his balls no longer had available. When it passed, Tristan's body sank into the mattress, limp. This time it wasn't long before his cock softened and shrank, pulling out of her. She started to roll off him but Tristan held her with both arms, enjoying the feeling of the woman he loved so deeply pressed atop his body.

Despite it being lunch time the two drifted off to sleep, Angel still blanketing Tristan. Thirty minutes later, Tristan awoke, hot and sweaty from the shared body heat. He started to roll her off him when she, too, woke. She slid off him easily, as both bodies were coated with a sheen of sweat. Kissing him, she hopped out of bed to start the shower. As soon as it was warm enough she motioned to him to join her and they both got under the multiple rainfall shower heads.

"Thank you, my love. That was the sweetest, most sensual, and enjoyable experience I can remember. Now let me return the favor, at least a tiny bit." She took the bottle of body wash he preferred and squirted generous amounts on top of each shoulder. Putting the bottle down she placed one hand on each shoulder and lathered the wash into his skin and down his back.

Ten years later Tristan realized he had recently turned seventy, which meant Angel had as well. Half Italian by birth he had always wanted to visit the country, having been to England (his other half) many years before. Angel was thrilled when he asked her is she would enjoy the trip.

"I've never been to Italy, believe it or not! I would love to go and see all the sights!" she told him.

Eschewing a packaged tour, Tristan booked a flight to Rome to start, along with a luxury hotel. Once they landed, checked into the hotel, and showered together to freshen up, they wandered through the village-like section of Rome to eventually arrive at a highly recommended trattoria for dinner. Afterward, they hailed a cab to take them back to the hotel.

Angel poured Tristan an Oban single malt scotch and had him sit in the comfortable arm chair near the windows. She then proceeded to perform a slow, seductive strip tease for him. She began by opening her blouse one slow button at a time. Once it was fully unbuttoned she left it in place and reached behind to unclasp her bra, which she slithered out of. The blouse mostly covered her breasts, revealing tantalizing glimpses as she moved.

Reached beneath the hem of her moderately short skirt she removed her thong. Holding it up and grinning she twirled it around her finger by the waistband and then flung it at Tristan, scoring a perfect three-pointer when it landed on top of his head and draped down over his face.

Unwilling to let her have all the fun, he grabbed it and pressed the crotch to his nose. Inhaling deeply he closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and acted as if he were in ecstasy. Angel laughed, then turned to face her back to him. Bending over and placing the palms of her hands flat on the floor between her feet pulled her skirt up, providing Tristan with a full view of her pussy, ass, and rosebud.

Standing and turning to face him again, she removed the mostly decorative woven belt around her waist and again tossed it to him. Then she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Cupping her beautiful breasts in her hands she pushed them up even though they barely sagged at all, even in her seventies. She mashed them together seductively and then tweaked the nipples until they stood erect at their full length.

Walking over to Tristan she leaned down and teased his forehead with her nipples, dragging them side to side. Tristan reached up but she slapped his hand away. "Nuh uh, customers can't touch the talent," she said. "I see you have an uncomfortable situation developing down here," she said pointing to the obvious erection bulging his in his lap. "You're welcome to free the caged beast if you like."

Tristan stood and removed his cargo shorts. He slid his fingers inside the waistband of his boxer briefs but she shook her head 'no'. He sat back down and Angel grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pulled his face into the cleft between her breasts. She twisted side to side, lightly whipping his face with them.

Stepping back, she lowered the side zipper on her skirt but held it from falling. With one hand by each hip she slowly lowered it, moving at what Tristan felt must have been one inch per hour. When she reached what she knew to be the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair she stopped, knowing he was eager to see that which he already knew by heart. Her naked body never failed to excite him, but her most intimate region was the pinnacle. That she willingly shared that part of herself, taking his member into her body to give each of them such profound pleasure amazed him.

Angel lowered her skirt revealing the triangle of hair pointing to her clit and smoothly waxed labia. With no hair on the lower area Tristan could easily see her glistening lips, already wet with anticipation. Angel stood in only her strappy three-inch heels. She did a slow pirouette, keeping her eyes glued to his as long as she could. She knew he loved her ass and paused the give him a good, long look before completing the turn.

She walked up to him and leaned down as she began to unbutton his shirt, much more quickly than she had done her own blouse. Finished, she fell to her knees and pulled off his shoes and socks. She reached out and pulled his boxers down as he lifted his ass off the chair. She leaned in and took his cock in one hand while the other cupped his scrotum and testicles. When she engulfed his member in her mouth he moaned loudly. He feared he would cum instantly after the slow build-up but was able to forestall that inevitable outcome.

After sucking his cock and fondling his balls for several minutes, Angel stood up and, taking his hand, led him to the bed. Now Tristan took control, turning her back to the bed and laying her down crosswise, with her hips on the edge of the mattress. Getting on his knees between her legs, he leaned in and kissed her pussy. Starting at the very bottom he ran his tongue slowly up her slit, stopping just below her clit. He adored her taste and aroma and lapped up every drop he could. When Angel began squirming and panting he turned his attention to her clit. Taking it between his lips he sucked and nibbled. He slid his hands under her ass to raise and lower her and massaged the cheeks. Already highly aroused from his oral skills all this pushed her over the edge and Angel had a series of powerful orgasms, bathing Tristan's face in even more of her essence.

Tristan rose and lifted Angel to place her correctly on the bed, head on the pillows. He laid down beside her and she immediately circled his cock with her hand and fingers, stroking him softly. When she was sufficiently recovered she continued the oral activity she'd started earlier. This time Tristan did not attempt to hold back, but gave himself completely to her. In only a few minutes she felt the throbbing in his cock that told her he was about to cum.

Having learned how to go deep years ago, Angel took his entire member into her mouth and throat, triggering his orgasm when he felt his head hit the back of her throat. The first spurt went straight down but then Angel pulled back so the remainder would land in her mouth and on her tongue. She loved tasting him as much as he did her. When he finished she held him gently in her mouth until he began to soften and shrink.

Slipping her mouth off his cock Angel crawled up next to him and they kissed, each tasting themselves on the other. Lying face to face and holding each other they drifted off to sleep.

The next day began their exploration of Italy in earnest. They visited the Capitoline, the world's first museum, then visited the Jewish ghetto on the east bank of the Tiber to learn of its' history. The Colosseum and Forum as well as St. Peter's Basilica and Vatican City. It was a long, somewhat tiring, but immensely satisfying for the two sapiophiles. After another delicious dinner they returned to their hotel for a relaxed session of lovemaking before falling asleep.

Checking out of the hotel and retrieving their rental car, they traveled to Tivoli and explored Roman Emperor Hadrian's monumental villa. They then traveled to Vieste where Tristan had booked a hotel for the night. The next morning they boarded a boat for a cruise of the Gargano Coast where they marveled at beautiful coves, hidden grottos, and unusual rock formations. Upon returning to shore they joined the small crowd of mostly native Italians on the beautiful beaches of Vieste. Always looking much younger than her years, Angel quickly collected quite a few admirers in her skimpy white bikini over deeply tanned skin. Tristan always chuckled to himself in these situations, but the oglers were respectful enough to merely look, although they weren't as discrete as they likely thought.

After spending the night again in Vieste they drove to Matera and learned about the Sassi peoples, who 9,000 years earlier settled the area, living in caves. This area was very non-touristy, so they enjoyed the quieter pace and authenticity they found.

The next day they drove to the Campania region and toured an organic water buffalo farm that produces the world-renowned mozzarella di bufala. After lunch at the farm they continued on to Paestum where they toured three ancient Greek temples, the best preserved examples in Europe. Continuing on to Salerno they took a scenic boat ride to the Amalfi Coast and their next hotel.

They spent the next day exploring the beautiful area with stops at Ravello, famous for its' candy-striped church, and browsed the shops of Positano. Asking the locals, they were directed to a trattoria with glorious sunset views for dinner, before returning to their hotel and again making love slowly.

Next up was a drive to Sorrento and a tour of Pompeii. After learning about everyday life of two thousand years ago, perfectly preserved by the lava that buried the town and killed almost everyone there.

Naples was next up and there was no way the two pizza fanatics could pass up on the classic Pizza Napoletana, invented there in the 19th century. After lunching on it they toured the National Archeological Museum before dining on more pizza at a different pizzeria.

As their trip was nearing its' end, the next day they returned the rental car at the Naples airport and flew to Milan. The drive would have been more than eight hours. They rented another car for the short drive to Oleggio, the town Tristan's grandparents had grown up in before emigrating to the U.S.A after his grandfather served in WWI as a carabiniere, patrolling the mountains of northern Italy.

He had booked two nights at the Hotel Oleggio Malpensa, intending to explore as much of the small town as they could before their flight back home. He had no records of the actual addresses of his grandparents but was intent on exploring as much of the town as they could, to get a sense of his heritage.

Leaving the car at the hotel, they set out for what turned out to be a rather strenuous walk in the hilly terrain with uneven streets, sidewalks, and many rough staircases. One such climb led them to the Chiesa di San Michele, or St. Michael's Church. The structure was more than 900 years old and definitely off the beaten path. They saw no one else anywhere inside or around the grounds.

Tristan was rubbing his left arm when Angel asked, "Are you okay?"

"Sure, I must have strained it hauling our luggage around two airports and then to the hotel," he replied just as he felt an elephant sit on his chest. "I love you, Angel," he said before collapsing from the massive heart attack.

Angel frantically searched for help and finally found a cleric who, after being shown the prone Tristan, called the local ambulance. They arrived quickly and immediately tended to Tristan, but soon stopped their ministrations. Looking at Angel, one of the paramedics slowly shook his head side to side, a forlorn look on his face.

Angel knelt down next to Tristan. She tenderly ran her fingertips over his face, as if to memorize its' feel. Then she kissed him, heedless of the already cooling temperature of his lips. "I will always love you, Tristan."

One of the paramedics spoke some English and explained that they were required to take Tristan to the Medical Examiner's office. The cause of death would need to be determined before the body could be released. The U.S. Embassy in Milan could assist in all the details, and Angel could ride back to the hotel in the ambulance. She sat in the back, holding Tristan's hand the entire trip.

Three days later Angel sat alone on the flight back to Atlanta, holding Tristan's ashes the entire way. The Embassy had advised cremation in Italy as it was Tristan's wish and it would simplify transport. Angel knew he had wanted to have his ashes spread in the pine forest behind the cabin. In Atlanta Angel used the internet to locate a jewelry store that carried lockets that could hold some of his ashes. She found one she thought he would like and bought it along with a delicate chain so she could wear it as a necklace.

Once she returned to the cabin she spent a week with his ashes before she was able to complete his final wish and scatter them among the pines, after placing some in her new locket. She was truly heart-broken, spending her days wandering aimlessly inside and around the cabin. Less than one week later she passed away peacefully in her sleep.

As soon as she died her former mentor knew it, as Genie's have telepathic abilities. She immediately traveled Genie-style to the cabin. Contacting the authorities, she showed a medical license she had had the forethought to snap up and explained that she had been treating Angel for a chronic disease and was in attendance when she passed, thus negating the need for an autopsy. Once they had signed off and left, the mentor snapped again and Angel's mortal body became ashes. The mentor took them and scattered them atop Tristan's before saying goodbye to her former associate and then leaving.

Finis