Genie Of The Lamp

[BadForm]

Rub a rub my lamp of gold
And you will do what you are told...

How long had I been sitting under the waves since she had found a way to return me to my lamp? A year? Ten? A thousand? I had lost count within the first few months. I had grown lonely over the years, but also angry. I wanted revenge, though I suspected that the members of the harem were long dead. I wanted to play with the flesh of humans again... to savor their sweet succulence. I wanted to live.

Light.

A pale light glimmered across the spout of my lamp as I awakened from another long slumber. I looked out, waiting to see what had happened to the depth of the ocean dark, but I was no longer there. I was in a room, and a strange one. Unknown lighting flooded from the ceiling onto collected trash and treasure. Some looked familiar, some entirely strange. I could not, of course, see well as I could not leave my lamp. But I could see that there were may strangely dressed people here.

I waited, and hoped. Would one of them be foolish enough to rub my lamp. I would offer them wishes, unlimited wishes... but I would take in return...

OOC: Open to any number of victims.

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

Savannah had awakened this day feeling as if something special was going to happen. She didn't know what it might be, but it made her anticipate the day with even more excitement than usual. It was Saturday, so that was always a good thing. No classes today, no where she had to be. She watched the sunlight filtering through the tree outside her window, and decided she'd go downtown today. The old shops down there were her favorites; a mix of antique shops, used bookstores, cafes, vintage clothing stores. Just about anything you might want to find, you probably could.

Savannah climbed out of bed and stretched her long, lean body. Bending over, she let a curtain of waist-length strawberry blond hair cover her face, and brush the floor, as she touched her toes a few times. She straightened, and smiled at the girl in the mirror. Blue eyes, flecked with gold sparkled back at her, and her pink lips looked soft and inviting. Moving quickly now, she went to the closet and pulled out a black tank top, with a Celtic knot design in white on the front. This she paired with a pair of white shorts and black sandals in a Grecian style that laced up her shins. After pulling her hair into one long braid down her back, she set out.

She puttered around many of the shops for hours, just looking at everything, but saving her favorite shop for last. It was a mix of so many things, old and new. She greeted the owner, who knew her by sight by this time, and made her way through the flourescent-lit aisles, looking at everything. There were quite a few others in the shop today, milling about. Stepping out of another browser's way, Savannah felt something cool touch her arm. Looking down, she was enchanted by the item she saw.

It was old...infinitely old it appeared. A fine coating of dust covered it. She picked it up, holding it, examining it in the light. It looked to be, of all things, Aladdin's lamp! She laughed to herself, thinking ~girl, you've been reading WAY too many novels!~, but still...She was very intrigued by the item. It would look wonderful sitting on the table by her bed, once it was cleaned up, of course. Trying to get a better take on the exact colour of the "lamp", she brushed her hand over the side, wiping away the dust.

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie

Freedom!

The word swirled through my prison as she rubbed, each touch sparking old memories of half-remembered pleasures. I felt the air change. Dust motes at the base of the lamp swirled into mystical sparks and disappeared. I prayed she kept rubbing as I felt my power return. And then....

Stale air, but not so much as the centuries within the lamp, flooded my lungs. I floated before her, my dark-skinned form hovering in the air just over the lamp as I sat, cross legged, and cross armed, and waited.

She was surprised and perhaps horrified, so much so that she nearly dropped the lamp. Yet that same fearful fascination rooted her to the spot, making her a perfect victim.

"Mistress," I said with a bow of my head. My voice sounded strange, and it took me a second to realize I was speaking a different language - as was the case when I was passed to a new master who spoke a different tongue. "Mistress, I am Nijad, genie of the lamp. You have freed me from my eternal prison and for this I grant you wishes."

I did not specify that there was a corollary to the wishes, and looking at her face I doubted she would have heard me if I had.

In a quiet voice, seemingly beyond the control of her conscious, she asked; "How many?"

"Mistress, there are no limitations to your wishes. I may serve you for all time."

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

Savannah could hardly believe her eyes when pale gray smoke began pouring from the object in her hands. Without conscious thought she continued to rub the lamp, until the smoke thickened and became a human form. Very male, dark-skinned and beautiful, he floated ~floated!~ she thought, in the air before her startled eyes. Her fingers grew numb and she almost dropped the lamp, but somehow managed to keep a grip on it. She felt a myriad of emotions swirl through her; surprise, awe, and a healthy measure of fear, as well.

"Mistress," he ~it?~ spoke, with well-modulated and intelligent tones, bowing his head in a graceful manner. "Mistress, I am Nijad, genie of the lamp. You have freed me from my eternal prison and for this I grant you wishes."

Savannah's mind spun in whirlwinds of thought, too quickly for her to even concentrate. She found herself quietly saying "How many?" without even thinking about it.

"Mistress, there are no limitations to your wishes. I may serve you for all time."

This was a new one. She'd never heard of a genie that didn't have a limit...usually three wishes. Still too stunned to think very clearly, she said "Well, Nijad...that is your name?" At his nod, she continued. "I suppose the first thing to do is purchase this item, so I guess my first wish would be that the price of your....er....container, would be what I can afford." Thinking for a moment, she asked "Can anyone see you besides me?"

"Not unless you wish it, Mistress."

Nodding, she said, "Alright then. We'll leave it at that for now." In a matter of moments, the lamp was Savannah's newest purchase and she was hurrying along back to her room, followed by a genie that only she could see. As she walked along, she kept wondering ~am I crazy? Do I REALLY have a genie that grants wishes now?~ Glancing behind her, she could see Nijad's form, and she couldn't help but notice again what a gorgeous form it was, at that.

When they arrived back at her room, Savannah quickly set the lamp on the table she had thought of putting on before all the excitement had happened, and then locked her door. She really didn't want anyone coming along and finding her talking to herself. At least, that's how they would perceive it any way.

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she looked up at her new...what was he exactly? Friend? Creature? She wasn't sure. "Um...Nijad...could you stop floating up there above me? Come down to my level so we can talk. Sit here beside me...I wish it." she added as an afterthought. In a moment, he was seated beside her on the bed, looking into her eyes.

Savannah pondered for a bit, then unable to think of anything to wish for, she said "Would you tell me a little of your past? It might help me to think, and besides, I'm sure it's very interesting."

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the genie

Her first wish was such a simple one that I almost felt bad for using its power to power my own desires. Almost, but not quite. It was not my way to regret my actions. My name meant "Dominant" and that I would be.

Silently, as she carried me forward to pay for my lamp, I made my first return wish: that, every time anybody greeted her from now on, a random item of the clothing she was wearing would cease to exist. It was a wickedly pleasant wish, especially for one so beautiful. It would, rather quickly, devour her entire wardrobe... leaving her naked, which was how women looked their most beautiful.

She hurried home, and regrettably met nobody. I wished I had seen her reaction as she had realized that her clothing was vanishing, but it seemed that would be a thing to savor later. Then she made another wish, again a foolish one. This time, she merely wished me down to her level. As I settled beforeher, I silently wished her to be aroused by words of gratitude. There would be no action, unless she wished it, but I always enjoyed seeing how different women found near constant arousal. Although, as I had seen so far, gratitude was little expressed in this modern age.

Then she asked her question and I pondered how to answer it. My history, what to tell... why everything... almost.

"My name, at least my last name, was Nijad. I was the djinn of one of the sheiks of Arabi, though from what I see now, I feel I can presume that I am neither in Arabia nor yet in the same time...

"This is fine, I have become used to travelling from place to place over the years, when I pass... from one master or mistress to another.

"My existence began back in the caves. I was Gowd, the Dweller. I was property of the priestess of my tribe, and led her people to victory and to safer climbs. There I was caged in an idol of rock to serve her.

"In old China, I was Shing Wang, the victorious wish. My master was but a farmer until I aided him. He rose, eventually to be emperor, and held me in pride of place within a jade cat.

"In Rome, I was Gladius, the sword. My master was a warrior who became general. I rode in his standard, in pride of place at the front of his every march.

"On the prairies, I led a girl who would be chief of her nation to be such. I was River-of-Tears and rode in the basket which she kept with her at all times.

"In all my time, I have been with many people from the low-born to the high-born and all have come to treasure the power I bring them... and, I do not lie, when I say many treasured the fun as well. You are my mistress now, and should you choose to rename me, then I shall take the name you grant."

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

Savannah had listened, enthralled, as the genie told her of his past. What a life he had lived, and what things he had seen! She sighed, rapturously, thinking of it all. Shaking herself a bit, she looked into his deep eyes, thinking of all he had seen over the years. She detected something in those eyes, that caused her to shiver a bit, although she was not quite sure why.

"Well, Nijad, you are now in the 21st century, in the good old United States of America. It's the year 2003, to be exact. As far as your name, I think we'll just keep it as it is. It's a lovely name, and seems to suit you somehow."

Savannah detected a gleam of something in his dark eyes again, and again she shivered. She couldn't help but wonder if she was just purely crazy, or if this really was happening. Getting up from the bed, she began to walk around the room, tapping a forefinger lightly against her lips, thinking. It was funny, with all the fantasy novels she had read over her life, she should've been prepared for something like this, but yet she wasn't. She couldn't seem to think of a single thing to wish for at the moment.

Walking back to the bed and sitting beside him again, she asked "So, let me get this completely straight....I get however many wishes I want from now on? I can just keep you forever and ever with no consequences? Can I make wishes for other people, or can they only be for me?" She looked into his strange but handsome face, awaiting his answer.

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie

The 21st century? I had lain beneath the waves over 700 years. As to this being the "good old United States of America," I had never heard of the place... although if there was one thing I knew it was that nations rose and fell over time... and the people of one nation were as arrogant as those of another in assuming a timeless, fixed quality to their being. I listened to her words, her questions, and smiled.

"Mistress," I said slowly. "When I when I served the prairie queen, she commanded over one thousand wishes of me.. when I commanded Marcus of Rome, he asked but two hundred and three. You may ask me for assistance as many times as you wish..."

I smiled at her, bowing my head slightly as I studied her form. The more wishes she were to use, the better. I would, of course, answer the rest of her questions but my wording needed to be... careful.

"When I am passed to a new master or mistress, I am theirs until and unless they should choose to dismiss me..."

No, that was one question I would not answer, and one I would dismiss from her mind at her next wish. I would prevent her ever seeking to know how to dismiss me, all it needed was for her to make another wish and I would lock in to her safety. At that point, even if she disposed of my lantern, even if she were to move to a new location and leave me behind, I would follow.

"As to how you use your wishes, Mistress... that is to you. I have served the selfish and the giving in my time, and I care little what you choose to wish for. You are my mistress, what you seek to demand of me will simply be... right."

And now for the most difficult part of her curiosity. There was no good way to answer her question, but I would attempt.

"And as to consequences... all actions have their consequences, some are positive some are negative. When you walked home it had the consequence of avoiding meeting any friend or enemy who may have been in the city. This was a consequence...

"Your wishes too have consequence. There have been other genies in the history, but they were foolish. They chose to limit their power to granting limited wishes to the ones they served. I do not, for I know a deeper truth. I know that whenever I grant you a wish, it leaves unused magic in the universe, magic that I myself can access.

"Think of our relationship, Mistress, as a symbiotic one. As you wish, I provide the things you desire. As you wish, I strengthen my Self... but always I am in service to you..."

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

Savannah was very glad to hear she could use her wishes to help others, as she knew of several people in particular that could use some magical assistance. She realized the truth of his words...that all actions did indeed have consequences, and it didn't sound as if anything bad would happen to her from making wishes. After all, why would someone make a thousand wishes if anything bad happened to them or anyone they cared about? She felt that there were things he was not telling her, but she decided for the moment to let him keep his secrets.

To hear that he became more powerful each time she wished was a bit disturbing, but could also be a good thing, she supposed. After all, what good would a genie be who wasn't powerful enough to provide what was wished for? She looked back into his dark gleaming eyes, and felt drawn to him in a way she couldn't describe.

Standing up again, Savannah walked over and looked out the window. Thinking hard, she turned back to Nijad, nodding. "Alright, let me make a phone call, then I'll make my next wish." She realized he probably wouldn't know what a telephone was. She picked up her cordless phone and showed it to him. "This is a telephone. It's an instrument we use to communicate with others that are not in the same room with us." Dialing, she then listened as the phone rang several times, and was then picked up.

"Smith residence." said a quavery voice.

"Gran? Hi, it's Savannah."

"Oh, my dear, how are you?"

"I'm fine." Savannah suddenly felt a slight breeze and realized the thong she'd been wearing was missing. She glanced over at Nijad, but continued speaking. "Listen, I was calling to let you know something. When you get your mail today, there will be a surprise in it for you."

"Why, thank you, darling! That's so sweet of you. You're always so good to me."

With each word her Grandmother spoke, Savannah felt a bit of heat pass over her. She noticed her nipples had become hard, and felt a slight wetness between her thighs. She lost track of what her Grandmother was saying for a moment, then shaking her head a bit, turned back to her conversation.

"What? Oh...sorry Gran...I..uh...have to go for now. Love you."

With that, she hung up the phone, turning back to Nijad. "Let me get this wish done, then I want to talk to you. I wish that in today's mail, my Grandmother would receive a check made out to her for enough to pay off her mortgage and to buy her the things she wants most in the world."

Savannah watched as the genie bowed and said "It is done."

"Now, what have you done to me? My underwear has disappeared!" She stood facing him, her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie

I smiled and acqueisced to her wish at once, it was such a trivial one - the woman would only need about $496,000 to meet her current needs and desires. It surprised me that my new mistress would be so reserved in her wishes, when there was so much open to her.

But at least it managed to place my own next wish: that she be emotionally and logicall unable to conceive of dismissing me. That was my protection, making it such that she would (for whatever rationalization she used on herself) never be able to feel a desire to dismiss me, and nor would she be able to understand the method even if she commanded me to tell her.

With my protection in place, I answered her question.

"Mistress, I informed you that each time you make a wish, it would leave me able to make one in turn... when you wished me to make my lamp affordable, I made my first wish. And my first wish is that your bountiful form be revealed to me and others. My first wish is that, whenever anybody greets you, an item of clothing that you are wearing shall cease to exist."

I chuckled at the sudden horror in her face.

"Mistress," I said. "I trust that you heard me correctly... any body... have you ever had a cat brush against your leg? A dog sniff you? These are greetings... and from what I have heard and seen, there are many many strange new forms of communication magic in this new century. I think you are going to enjoy yourself...

"Perhaps, Mistress, in future, now that you know there is a consequence, you may find it advisable to make your wishes worthwhile."

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

~Oh Shit!~ was all Savannah could think when Nijad revealed what he had wished for her. She thought of all the people she saw every day, all the friends and family that she had, all the greetings that she would be receiving. "I'll have to start dressing like an eskimo!" she thought aloud. She heard him chuckle and turned angrily to face him again. "I suppose you're getting a great deal of pleasure from all this!" Angry as she was, she felt very attracted to him. He was not at all unpleasant to look at...his mouth, in particular, fascinated her suddenly. Realizing where her thoughts were turning, she tried to shake them off, but found she couldn't completely. Thoughts of tumbling in bed with this creature kept running through the back of her mind, try as she might dismiss them.

She should just dismiss him and be done with it...but still...there was a lot of good she could do for many others, she rationalized, not realizing that she'd never be able to get rid of him. His wish wasn't really harming her in a major way, and she could dress in a few extra layers if need be. Another thought came to her, and she turned to him with it. "Can I counteract your wish with one of my own? I mean, if I wished for you to rescind the wish about my clothes disappearing, would you do it, or have to? Or am I at your mercy in that regard?"

Before he could answer her questions, she blurted out "How the Hell can I keep you from getting me into a huge mess with one of your wishes?" She was becoming very agitated by now, and looking very beautiful, although she didn't know it. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes flashing fire and her lips pursed, in anger. She was still feeling the thrill of something shivering through her body, although she didn't consciously recognize it as sexual arousal. She knew she wanted something, but thought it was just the answers to her questions.

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genia

I listened to her frantic questions and her angry cursing. It would take time for her to become accustomed to what her life would be from now on, but I could see she was already becoming aroused. In time, she would come to know her sexuality was a source of power almost as strong as my own magic.

"Mistress," I said. "You may, of course, wish for anything that you desire. You may, of course, wish for the magic I just placed to be removed. However, you must ask yourself what I would do in response to this. It would be a simple matter to simply reinstate the wish as a consequence of you dismissing it..."

She looked unhappy with that, and I was not surprised. She had, it seemed, led an ordinary, frigid life. Soon enough she would want to be desired and seen. As had my previous masters and mistresses.

"As to getting into a mess, well... if I so choose, I may prevent that from happening. And you may wish for specific protections as well... I should warn you, Mistress, since you seek a full understanding, that there are such things as eternal wishes... individual wishes that cover many different situations such as to be protected from all harm... but such wishes grant me the same in return."

I waited to see what her reaction would be. Her idea of dressing as an eskimo, an idea I assumed to mean wearing many layers of clothing, would simply delay the time she was seen naked. It would be interesting to see what she did now.

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

Savannah had been afraid Nijad's answer would be about what she had received. She thought about wishing that his wish be rescinded and then that he not be able to ask for that again, but she was afraid he'd decide on something worse for her and was also not sure of how that might be stretching the fabric of the universe.

Sighing, she looked back out the window. "I'm not afraid of harm coming to me, necessarily, although in this day and age, if my clothes start disappearing arbitrarily, it's very possible I could be raped, and also that I would be arrested for public indecency. You see, Nijad, regardless of how people acted the last time you were on Earth, there are different ways and moral values today. The men here would take a naked or semi-naked woman as an open invitation for sex, whether she wanted it or not. There are many sexually transmitted diseases around now, so I could easily catch something that would kill me. I suppose I'd have to wish for protection from that, certainly. As I said, I'd definitely be arrested for exposing myself. The police don't take kindly to women parading around naked in public."

Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face him. "I'm not trying to tell you I'm against sex. I'm definitely not. It's wonderful with the right person...the right lover. You might not think so, but I've had a few partners over the years. Some were good, some not. One was great. " She found her thoughts turning for a moment to Robbie, who had been the great one. He had always known just what buttons to push, and she felt herself becoming aroused just by the thought of him. It had been a long time since she'd heard from him...he'd moved away and they'd lost touch. Shaking her head, she wondered what in the world brought that on.

Staring into Nijad's deep eyes, Savannah once again let her thoughts wander over what it would be like to make love with him. Maybe if she were to do that, it might get some of this sudden horniness out of her system. He had still not spoken since her speech had stopped, and she wondered what he was thinking. She needed to think herself, to decide what her next course of action would be. Instead, she took a step toward him, and then another until she was standing in front of him. She found herself uttering her next wish before she even truly thought of what she was asking. "Nijad, I wish for you to kiss me."

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie

"And I wish that you shall never have sex without your or my desire that it is so..."

I smiled as I granted her the favor of turning one of my wishes into protection for her. It took her a moment to realize what I had said, and a second longer for her face to show that she understood if I wanted to see her have sex, the protection would not hold, but still I saw in her eyes a small sign of relief.

"Mistress," I said, holding back from granting her own wish. "I wish to see you develop into an entirely sexual person, it is the expressions of passion that give me joy. Yet I do not wish to see you harmed. As I see signs that you embrace your passion... and all the pleasure available, I will ensure you are not harmed... unduly."

She raised her finger to silence me and I yielded to the power of her wish. I lifted her from the ground with a simple spell and brought her to sit on my lap. Wrapping one broad arm around her back and running my other hand to her waist I leaned into her and placed my lips on hers. Our passion came feverishly as we claimed each other's mouths. Tongues, no longer tied in words, freely covorted together, communicating desires more freely than ever a spell could. I raised a hand to caress her cheek, feeling the softness of her face in my palm. Only after a minutes kiss, did I part with her.

"Your wish," I crooned. "Is my desire."

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

"And I wish that you shall never have sex without your or my desire that it is so..."

Savannah realized Nijad had made another wish, this one in her favour. Granted, it wasn't completely kosher, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about being raped. That, at least, was a relief.

"Mistress, I wish to see you develop into an entirely sexual person, it is the expressions of passion that give me joy. Yet I do not wish to see you harmed. As I see signs that you embrace your passion... and all the pleasure available, I will ensure you are not harmed... unduly."

Savannah had had enough of words for the moment, and lifted a finger to silence the genie. She wanted her wish fulfilled, and was not content to wait any longer. He smiled and in a moment she floated over and landed in his lap. Then, broad arms were around her, and his mouth was claiming hers. Savannah thought she'd had some wonderful kisses in the past, but none could compare to this one. There was more passion and longing in that kiss than she'd ever experienced before. His tongue danced with hers, loving and warm. She felt her nipples grow harder, pressing against the fabric of her tank top. His palm caressed her cheek, and then he broke the kiss at last.

"Your wish," he crooned. "Is my desire."

Savannah swallowed hard, then found herself leaning in and claiming his mouth again. She didn't want to stop kissing him, now that she'd had a taste. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders, and back, pressing her body into his. She moved on his lap so that she was straddling him as she kissed him, pressing her moist crotch against him and grinding. She felt like she hadn't had sex in years suddenly. She wanted Nijad...she wanted to make love to him desperately, and at the moment, wasn't even thinking about wishing.

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie

I knew she was aroused, ready to take this beyond kissing... and I considered doing so myself. Yet there was another pleasure I knew very well, that of making someone wait, making them yearn and burn with desire. It was a sweet torture that few understood, one which could truly turn a person to your will.

I let my mind enter hers and scanned the thoughts gathered there. At once I found the good lover she had mentioned before, Robbie. Her thoughts of him were masked in romanticized and self-denied memories at the moment, and I did not wish to invade her thoughts so strongly as to draw out the whole story myself.

It was time to turn up her burning heat. I let my hand slowly move to encase her breast, feeling the nipple tense beneath the fabric of her clothes. My lips returned to hers, questing and claiming their prize before I moved down to nuzzle her neck. I allowed my own cock to increase in size, growing so that it was very tangible bentween us. Then I let it grow further, thicker and longer, enough that thoughts of it would be both fearful and enticing. And then, as I felt her begin to simmer, I pulled back and held her tenderly in my arms.

"Who was he?" I asked, allowing the image of Robbie's face to float before her eyes.

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

~His mouth is incredible~ The thought kept running through Savannah's mind, as she and Nijad kissed. She squirmed against him, and felt lost when his hand caressed her breast, her nipple harder than it had ever felt before. What would his touch feel like on bare flesh? She wanted to find out. She felt his mouth move down her neck and wanted him to continue downwards. She felt his cock pressing into her, and marvelled with some alarm at the size of him. That frightened her just enough to make the idea of making love a little intimidating, much as she craved it right now.

Suddenly Nijad pulled away from her, his arms still around her.
"Who was he?" he asked, and Savannah saw Robbie's face floating before her eyes. It caught her by surprise. She stammered, "H..he was a man I knew my last year of high school. We were lovers. He was wonderful...the best I'd ever had. So considerate and loving always." She stopped and sighed. "He moved away to go to college in another state. We kept in touch for awhile, but long distance relationships are hard to maintain. We eventually agreed to break it off."

A thought came to her suddenly, as she sat there, and her eyes widened. Just as she was about to make another wish, there was a knock on her door. "Savannah, you in there, girl?" Apparently this didn't count as a greeting, for she didn't lose any more clothing, but when she answered, "Yes." "Hey, girl, what's up?" her friend, Marie, called out. Savannah grimaced as suddenly the tank top was gone, leaving her topless. She noticed Nijad's eyes caressing her bare breasts, and felt the heat of desire spiral through her. "Um, nothing. I'm not feeling so well right now, so I'm resting. Would you mind passing that message on for me please? I probably won't be in class today at all." "Sure, no problem, hope you feel better later."

As soon as Marie's footsteps had faded away, she turned her attention back to Nijad. "I'd really like to see what Robbie is up to these days. I wish to be able to see him right now."

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie

I listened to her wish with understanding as I made my own response in silence. I wished, and thus granted her, a life free of illness. Her fears of sexual diseases would from now be groundless. Of course, to express that to her would be to dismiss her fear, and fear could be a highly erotic sensation in itself.

She wished to see her old lover. This was a common desire, one that I had heard from many women and some men I had served in the past. Humans were strange. They believed that they should love and form bonds with only one or two: even those faiths that provided for polygamy frequently limited it in both number and gender. Still, if that was what she wanted, it would be a simple matter.

My mind reached out to scan the Earth for the spirit held in her mind. I found him quickly, although I wondered just how she would respond when she saw what he was doing.

"Your wish..." I said with a soft smile, "...is as always my command."

We disappeared and quickly reappeared in a bedroom whose light was different from that we had left. He had moved to a different time zone, and not only that, but the blinds were down dimming the light.

There was no mistaking what was happening however. Her old lover lay in bed, naked, and a large woman was riding him, her nails raking his chest as she screamed her passion.

"Come for me you little prick, come for Mistress Stephie!"

Robbie's face, looking far more dishevilled than when she had known him, bedraggled with a ragged beard, was contorted in passion as he let his release come quickly.

"Fuck me...!" He yelled. "Fuck me Savannah!!!"

Savannah glanced at me, emotion and fear mixed on her face.

"He cannot see us," I whispered. "Unless you wish him to."

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

The world seemed to swirl about Savannah. Colours and shapes seemed to fly by, leaving her dizzy and breathless. Then they were stopped, in a dimly lit bedroom and the first thing she heard was "Come for me you little prick, come for Mistress Stephie!"

Savannah's eyes widened in stark amazement at the sight of the Amazon astride Robbie. The woman looked crazed almost in the heat of coupling. Robbie, on the other hand, looked terrible. His hair was long and unkempt, thrown about the crumpled pillow on which his head lay, and he was a sporting several days growth of beard. His body, what she could see of it, looked the same, she noticed distractedly. Then he screamed out "Fuck me...! Fuck me Savannah!!!"

Horror and a wave of love combined washed over her, at the sound of his voice speaking her name. He was hoarse, but it was still Robbie. Her eyes went to Nijad, in the fear that Robbie knew she was present. He shook his head.
"He cannot see us," he whispered. "Unless you wish him to."

Savannah turned her eyes back toward the scene. The woman seemed to have found her release also, and was temporarily slumped over Robbie. She thought about it for a moment, longing to talk to him, to touch him. How would she explain just appearing in his room, however? She thought about it, and made her decision.

"Nijad, I do wish for Robbie to see me, but I wish it to appear to be a dream to him. I wish him to be able to touch me and talk to me, but that his partner cannot. In fact, I wish for you to keep her unconscious until I am done."

She heard him say "It is done." Then the large woman rolled off of Robbie's prone body onto her side in a deep sleep. Savannah approached the bed and softly said "Rob?", reaching out a gentle hand to touch his bare shoulder.

 

[BadForm]

Nijad, the Genie/Robbie

Nijad smiled at the wish and considers his own in return. Something simple, something that would be pleasant for him and yet not unpleasant for her. She deserved that much. In the end his simply wished that her senses be heightened permenantly. Outside of sex, this would give her skills many would value, she would savor the pleasant and reject the unpleasant readily. Within sex, she would be a fireball, ready to erupt at a touch and do so over again and again throughout a lovematch. It would be pleasure merged with the slightes of pain that would only heighten it. Then he let himself sink back as Robbie moved.

"Savannah!" cried Robbie, and his eyes grew wide as her bra disappeared at the greeting.

"Savannah, hi..." he was dizzy after his recent orgasm and his belief that this was a dream made him more disorientated. Unseen by him, her panties also ceased to exist.

"Oh god," he said, tears suddenly blossoming in his eyes. "Oh god, Savannah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I was surprised by his reaction to seeing his old girlfriend and concerned for how this meeting would go. Perhaps I had been around humans too long now, and was starting to feel for them too deeply, but Robbie seemed more than a little disturbed by Savannah's presence.

"I couldn't stay with you... not without... oh god, I'm such a mess."

I could see Savannah's confusion written in creased lines on her face.

"Savannah, how can you be here? I don't know... this must be a dream... but... it doesn't feel like it. Is this my chance to apologize? To explain?"

He sat up, ignoring the sleeping domme beside him and taking Savannah's hands in his own. He looked into her puzzled eyes and tried to smile.

"Whether you're a dream or a hallucination or whatever, i don't care. Just, thank you for giving me a chance..."

I heard her moan slightly as the gratitude aroused her.

"I know you were so sure we should be together, that everything was about us.... but... Savannah, it wasn't for me... it was about you... God how do I explain? I need to serve, Savannah and you didn't want a servant. I only realized the last summer we were together... it felt wrong... I..."

I resisted the urge to smirk at him, suddenly understanding. Most humans only came to be submissive, some resisted until death, but some like Robbie were made that way. I wondered how Savannah would react to knowing she had lost a lover by trying to be his equal when she was so much more.

 

[Leetah]

Savannah Morgan

Savannah felt Robbie's hands gripping her own so tightly that the knuckles ground together, yet it did not feel painful. He was a pitiful sight, that was certain. As he spoke pleadingly, several things seem to take place. One, was that she was now wearing only her shorts, Robbie's two greetings to her taking care of the rest of her clothing. Two, the sexual arousal she had already been feeling was growing at the sight of Robbie's naked body, or so she assumed. Three, she suddenly seemed more aware of everything in the room, including scents. The smell of sex was almost overwhelming, but wonderfully heady at the same time.

"I know you were so sure we should be together, that everything was about us.... but... Savannah, it wasn't for me... it was about you... God how do I explain? I need to serve, Savannah and you didn't want a servant. I only realized the last summer we were together... it felt wrong... I..." Here Robbie's voice seemed to fail him, and he stopped speaking, just holding her hands tightly and begging with his eyes. Savannah hardly knew what to say for several moments, then she disentangled one hand and ran it through his long and tousled dark hair. Very gently, she said "It's ok, Rob, really it is. I only wish you'd told me the truth about how you felt, that's all. Even if I didn't completely understand, I would've tried to." She paused a moment, looking into his weary and pleading dark eyes tenderly. "I've just missed you terribly is all..."

Savannah leaned in and let her lips brush over Robbie's own, lightly as a feather. She heard him moan and she deepened the kiss, pulling her other hand free to slide her arms around him, her hands stroking over his back. She felt his arms go around her, pulling her down toward the bed, and she didn't resist, knowing that the huge woman beside them wouldn't awaken until she was done. She kissed Robbie deeply, letting her tongue plunder his mouth, feeling his hands roaming over her bare back. Her nipples pressed into his chest firmly, and she moaned against his mouth, needing him. She could feel his cock springing to life between their bodies, as she lay on top of him.

Quickly, she pulled away, hearing him whimper, but she said "Hush..." and got up just long enough to lose her shorts, her skin gleaming palely in the dim light of the room. Then she straddled his prone body again. His hands flew up to cup her breasts, his fingers working her nipples and she arched her back and threw her head back in response. Robbie moved so that he was half-way sitting up, to give his mouth access to her breasts and began to feast on them, moving back and forth between them hungrily. Savannah had never had such strong feelings during sex before, even when it had been very good before. Now, she could scarcely believe how wonderful it all felt. He was sucking her nipples hard and laving them with his tongue, his cock pressing against her clit. She felt herself drenching him with her juices, and ground against him. Suddenly, she was riding the wave of an orgasm so intense, she thought she might lose consciousness. Her nails dug into Robbie's shoulders as he continued to work her oh-so-sensitive nipples.

Savannah rode the wave, and when it began to pass, she suddenly pushed him back onto the bed, feeling a surge of animal lust that she had never experienced before. Looking down into his eyes, she realized she controlled this moment. It was exhilirating. "Do you want me?" she almost growled at him, rubbing her sopping pussy against his slick shaft. "God, yes..." Robbie moaned. "Beg for it..." Savannah couldn't believe she had just said that, and yet....it felt wonderful. Just for the moment, she wanted this control over him, to let him experience with her just once what he had craved. Robbie looked into her eyes with a kind of awe, and then said "Please, Mistress Savannah...please, will you fuck me?"

In answer, Savannah teased him just a bit more, continuing to slide her cleft up and down his shaft, until Robbie was almost moaning in pain. She reached down and squeezed his balls, cupping and caressing them, then leaning in, she kissed him again hard on the lips. With that, she suddenly plunged down onto his hard shaft, settling down until they were groin to groin and he was fully inside her. "Oh Shit!" he cried out, and then she was fucking him for all she was worth, pumping and thrusting harder than ever in her life. She grabbed his hands and pulled them up to her breasts so he could play with her nipples some more. "Make me feel good, Rob!" she cried out. Grunting and thrusting, pumping and heaving, they moved together, the wet slapping of their flesh the only other sound in the room. All else was forgotten in the heated coupling.

Then Savannah felt the warmth of his seed filling her and his agonized cry of spent passion, and she felt her own passion meeting and matching his. They came and came and came together, until at last, she fell on top of him, breathing hard, and feeling his spent cock slip from her. Robbie held her tightly to his sweat-slicked flesh, kissing her temple. She lay there with him for several moments, then sat up, pulling away. He opened his eyes and met her own steady gaze.

"I have to go now, Rob. I'm glad to know the truth at last. I will always care for you, but this would never work. I'm not the dominating type, except for maybe every once in awhile. Sleep now, and when you wake up, be reassured that all is well between us." Savannah smiled at him, and stepped away, stopping to pick up her shorts. She turned and stepped back to Nijad. "I wish for Robbie to go to sleep now, and awake knowing what I said is true, even though this will be a dream to him. I also wish to return home now."