This choice: You grant the wish based on his intentions... • Go Back... You snapped your fingers, and magic miasma reached out from your fingers and slowly moved across the room. With a look of surprise, this strange mist pulled Riley's tongue from out of his mouth, he sat there, dumb founded, as the miasma covered his tongue, causing it to glow for a moment, then settle, looking no different.
Riley retracted his tongue, flicking it around for a moment, and then pulling on it. "Well Zhham, I don't feel any different." He stated after a moment. "How do I know it worked?"
You shrug. "It worked, the magic's good. Have fun man, I'm feelin' drained," You said after stretching, as the urn called you back within its walls. You sighed. The magic really did drain you, it seemed, as even doing what this form considered to be a simple spell made you feel tired. You laid on the pillow round mattress and stared at the ceiling. This was a weird day. There had got to be a way out of this contract, but you felt too exhausted at this moment to consider that possibility. After your eyes shut the third time, you quickly drifted to sleep.
*****
"Zhham!" You heard, jarring you awake. You are unsure of how much time has passed, but you quickly jolt up, and the Urn of Remembrance feels it as well, forcing your form into smoke once again, and expelling it into the material plane once more. Your form once again filled up the room... but it wasn't the garage any longer. You saw the familiar soft yellow light of your friend Riley's room, which you took up at least half off, still not having put on your upper top, with your new form's breasts sticking out forward, unconscious of gravity's influence. The room was moderately sized, having been part of the attic at one point, the strange sloped ceiling made fitting in this room as a giant strange. You nearly bumped your head on the ceiling fan. In front of you, on his double bed, Riley looked up nervously.
"You called, Master?" You complied, as the word master was forced from your mouth.
"Y-yeah," Riley responded, fidgeting slightly. "Are you always this smoky giant? Or can we... talk on my level?"
You pondered his game for a moment, and then complied, focusing as hard as you could, the feeling of having legs again. The smoke that was your lower half began to solidify, and form itself into a pair of legs, featuring those harem pants that Cal so graciously provided for you. From the window outside, it doesn't seem like too much time past. You shifted your size with some effort to be normal human proportions, but still ended up being a giant still, about six and a half feet tall. You conceded his request to get on his level, and sat in a cheap wooden chair he kept next to his bed from when the two of you would hang out and play video games on his old CRT television.
"Master, has something upset you?" You asked concerned for your friend, most of you unsure quite how this magic thing worked. "Did the spell have some unforeseen consequence?"
Riley again shifted uneasily. "No, no... it's not that. I've just been... too nervous to use it." He admitted. Unsurprising. The few times you've seen him attempt a flirt with a girl from school, he struck out hard.
You understood. "Ah, I see... You're looking for advise on how to talk to women then, Master?"
Riley looked up from his hands and looked at you. "No, not exactly... How should I phrase this..." Riley, nervously, reached out and touched your knee from the sitting position. "*ahem* Come here often?"
You chuckled at the inane stupidity of his ancient pickup line, but then your face turned when you realized the implications. Not only was it a flirtation, but it was a bad flirtation. It couldn't possibly work on you, the djinn, right? You weren't so stupid that you forgot to protect yourself against this magic, were you? A thought came up in the back of your mind, not your thought.
Then you fell, suddenly, deeply, madly in love with him. You feelings for your friend crashed through the barriers of your heterosexuality, and any perceived worry about ruining your friendship. You face turned bright red, and you attempted to hide your shame behind your hands for a moment, before regaining your composure. He took this as a sign that his magic worked, and leaned back on the bed. You idiot. The voice at the back of your head seethed.
"So... how do you feel?" Riley asked.
"I feel..." You stammered. "I feel... I feel fine, thank you for asking, Master." You stammered, enraptured with his voice, his body, his charms. You felt your nipples harden, you felt your nether regions grow moist and hot. You bit your supple lower lip as you opened your legs and relaxed your posture.
"May I make a request, instead of a wish?" Riley asked, putting a pillow over his legs to hide his growing erection.
"Of course, Master," You responded, leaning forward expectantly. "Anything."
Riley smirked slightly. "Dance for me, would you?"
You smiled, using your magic on the request of your Master, the love of your life. Music began to fill the air of a baladi melody, but remixed into the new age as smoke surrounded you and the room expanded outward, creating ample floor space. Your harem pants grew into a beaded skirt. You pulled the knowledge from a distant place in your mind, and began to dance and intense belly dance, bare chested as you were. Your torso pulsed, causing a pleasant jiggle in your chest, as you approached him from across the room, gyrating your pelvis as you did so. You came face to face with him, attempting as much allure as you could muster, and his was enraptured. Then your belly dance translated itself into a lap dance, as you gently sat on his lap, throwing away his pillow in the process. You got close enough to feel his hot breath on your neck and nearly toppled, if you were borrowing from such a trained background. Turning, you grabbed his hands and planted them on your chest. He squeezed, causing a slight gasp and an immediate wetness down below. You grinded against him, vehemently, moving your ass side to side, up and down, waiting in anticipation.
The music resumed, and you turned. "Master, are you satisfied with your dance?"
Riley nearly toppled, breathless, his face bright red and his erection obvious. "Y-yes."
"Very well, Master," You said with a smirk, throwing off your skirt to revealed your full, bare form. In the same motion, Riley's clothes vanished from off his body. "Then I have a request."
You sat on the bed and grabbed his hand, using your new strength, you placed him above you, his eager face looking down at your brilliant, beautiful form. "I know I am being bold, Master," you whispered shyly. "But I have a wish too... I want you to show me the depth of your love." You touched his handsome face, looking down at his brilliantly sculpted body and throbbing member. You opened your legs. "Take me... Master," You pleaded. "It is my first time." You didn't lie, but you doubted it was this body's first time, from the way it moved.
Riley nodded speechlessly, and complied. You grabbed his warm erected member and directed it into you. Already aroused, it took but a moment to feel his heartbeat within you. You wrapped your legs around him and held him close, as he began his motion. Your body spasmed, hard, at every movement, barely holding on to scrutiny, you let him have his way with you, feeling the full depth of his affection.
"Yes, M-Master! Yes! Please!" You shouted in your untraceable accent. "Please fill me! I-I feel the breadth of your love! Oh!"
He continued to thrust into you into as words could no longer hold you. You bit his neck and then felt your first female orgasm. It was power, your vagina tightened around his dick and you held him close as he continued to thrust. You made his movements more difficult as you let out a visceral, animalistic moan, his lips tenderly kissing your neck. You felt his eruption begin and your legs clenched tighter as a deep warmth filled you as Riley let out a satisfied moan, his spasming dick letting out inside of you. You prayed to Allah that his seed would plant itself deep within you, bearing you a beautiful genasi child and sealing your love. Riley did his utmost, but once spent, collapsed on top of you. You held him close to your bosom, the curse of flirtation holding you to his love for what could be forever if you would let it, and keeping him inside of you for as long as his endurance would allow.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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