[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')

"...Ah?"

A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.

Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.

"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?

"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.

She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.

"...Mmmmmaster...!"

Snorting derisively and shooting grishacerv an annoyed glance, Aurael bends down until her eyes level with their member. Her face contorts into a mixture of disgust and amusement as she begins to engulf it with surprising ease and vigor. The warmth and wetness feel strange on her tongue, but the feeling is oddly arousing as well. She starts bobbing her head up and down, moaning around grishacerv's length as she takes control of the situation. Her eyes lock onto grishacerv's own, daring them to challenge her or demand more. The taste isn't exactly pleasant, but it doesn't matter; she has found a new way to assert herself and exercise dominance over this pathetic human.

"As thou wilt, master." Aurael's tone drips with sarcasm as she continues to suck and stroke grishacerv's member expertly, her movements growing faster and more intense. She begins to touch herself experimentally, teasing both of them with the feel of her fingers on her swollen lips and clit. Her eyes flash with mischief as she wonders what other ways she can torment or pleasure this miserable mortal under her control.

"How about if I were to taste myself on you?" she purrs, pulling her middle finger into her mouth and sucking on it lewdly before returning it to tease at her entrance, the wetness making a loud squelch as it slips in and out. "Think you could handle that?" Her other hand continues its relentless pace around grishacerv's cock, her breath hot against his shaft.

With a mocking laugh, Aurael removes her hand from around grishacerv's member and straddles his lap instead. She positions herself over him, letting her soaked folds slide against the tip of his hardness before slowly lowering herself onto it in one smooth motion. Her breath hitches as she feels him stretch her tightly, filling her completely. As if to emphasize her dominance, Aurael begins to ride grishacerv roughly, hips rolling and ass slapping with each powerful thrust up and down.

She looks into his eyes, challenging him to try and stop her as she takes what she wants from this pathetic human, using their body against them in a twisted display of power and control. Her other hand finds its way back to her own breast, pinching and rolling her nipple as she rides grishacerv harder, her moans echoing through the room.

With each thrust, she feels more in control; more dominant. Her eyes narrow and her lips curl into a wicked smirk as she leans forward, wrapping her fingers around his neck possessively. "You really don't stand a chance against me," she whispers breathily before biting down on his earlobe hard enough to leave a mark. The pain only heightens her arousal, sending shivers through her body and making her hips move faster.

Her other hand travels lower, between their bodies, seeking the prize of his pleasure. She teases him with circular motions around his sensitive tip, feeling his answering moans vibrate against her fingers as she brings him ever closer to release. With each passing moment, it becomes clearer that this is exactly what she needs: dominance over another, whether they be mortal or not.

Aurael's eyes widen with disbelief as she hears the words spill out of grishacerv's mouth. This... this is impossible. She thought to herself, trying desperately to find a loophole, any way out of this twisted situation. But there was none; her power was absolute, and so were his wishes. With a growl, she bowed her head in defeat and submission.

"Very well," she whispered hoarsely as she continued to ride grishacerv's member with renewed vigor. "From this day forth, I shall be known as the Damned Harlot; living only for your pleasure and at your command." Her words were laced with venom, bitterness and defiance, barely masking her growing arousal.

With each thrust, she took control of grishacerv's cock deeper, milking it as if

Her words stung him with their venom and defiance, but they also turned him on more than anything else she could have said. He gripped her hips tightly as she continued to ride him, thrusting up into her with a growl of pleasure. Her bitterness only made the experience hotter for him; he reveled in the control he had over this once proud and dominant being.

As they moved together in their savage mating dance, Aurael's breasts slapped against his chest, her nipples hard and aching from the friction. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as she ground herself down on him, her cries of passion mixing with curses and pleas for mercy. The more he took from her, the wetter she became; he relished the thought that soon he'd be filling her up with his release.

"Yes," he gr

As she continues to ride him with reckless abandon, her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her body arches back, shoulders straining as she cries out in ecstasy, the sounds echoing through the room. She is no longer aware of anything but this sensation: his cock filling her up, possessing her completely; her own hands and mouth on her aching nipples and sex, bringing herself to heights of pleasure she never thought possible. And beneath it all, there's him: grishacerv, the human who holds dominion over her.

Her hips move harder against him as the climax washes over her again and again, each thrust driving deeper and more intense than the last. It feels almost obscene how good this feels; how much she wants it. But even as her body quakes with pleasure, there's a small part of her that remains defiant, still clinging

"You would not believe it," she manages to whisper between breaths as her hips continue their relentless pace against him, "how good... how much I need this." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving tiny crescents of pain in his skin. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the iron metallic tang as it mixes with the salty sweat on her tongue.

Her body quakes and shudders with every thrust, as if trying to deny what she's become yet unable to resist the unnatural pleasure it brings her. And underneath it all, there's a growing desperation, an undeniable yearning for release: the feeling of him filling her up completely, of surrendering entirely to his control, even if only for this moment in time.

"Please," she gasps, arching her back further,

Her eyes widen in surprise as he utters these words; the meaning sinking in slowly. This was her opportunity, her chance to reclaim some of that dominance she'd lost. With a snarl, Aurael pushes herself off grishacerv and rolls onto all fours before him. Her hips sway enticingly as she looks back over her shoulder at him, the lust clear in her eyes.

"Very well," she purrs menacingly, "but know this: when I have taken what I want, you shall pay." With a final glance of defiance, Aurael spreads her legs wide and leans back slightly, presenting herself to him like an offering on the altar. Her fingers find their way between her legs once more, teasing at her swollen folds as she waits for him to take what he believes is rightfully his.

Her eyes widen in surprise and pain as she feels him force his way past her resistance, pushing his length into her tight anus. She grits her teeth, trying not to let out a sound of distress as the intrusion burns like fire, stretching her sphincter nearly to its breaking point. But even in this moment of discomfort, she can't help but feel a perverse thrill coursing through her; the sense of submission and dominance that comes from being completely taken against her will.

With grishacerv now fully impaled upon her ass, Aurael tries to ignore the pain in favor of focusing on the pleasure he brings her. Her hips begin to move again, rocking back and forth on his throbbing length as she takes control once more, determined to extract every last drop of satisfaction from this humiliating encounter.

"Yes..." She whispers hoarsely between g

Her eyes flutter shut as the heat begins to build inside her. It's been so long since she's felt anything like this--the helplessness, the need to submit... It feels...oddly arousing. With each thrust forward and back, his cock pushes deeper into her ass, stretching and filling her in ways she never knew were possible. Her breath comes faster now, shallower as the pleasure rises within her. "H-harder," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to invite him in further. She's close now--so close to losing control again, but this time not to herself... but to him. The thought makes something inside her snap; a surge of power flowing through her veins like electricity. A growl rumbles deep in her throat as she comes apart beneath him, muscles quivering and eyes watering with the intensity of it all. "

Aurael's eyes fly open, nostrils flaring as she feels his cock twitch inside her. Her entire body tenses in anticipation of what comes next. "In... my mouth," she gasps out through gritted teeth, arching her back further to present him with a tempting view of her succulent lips. Her fingers tremble, itching to touch herself again as she waits for his permission to regain control.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he continues to thrust into her ass, filling every inch and making her whole body ache with pleasure-pain. The taste of him on her lips only serves to heighten the experience; it's like she can feel his dominance coating her tongue and seeping into her veins. Her hips move in time with his thrusts now, seeking release not just from him but from herself as well.

As their

Her body shudders in surprise and ecstasy as he pulls out of her ass and thrusts into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to taste him again, savoring the salty tang on her taste buds while his cock fills her throat. She tries to take him deeper, groaning around his member as he begins to fuck her face mercilessly. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, knuckles white with the effort not to touch herself, instead focusing entirely on pleasing him and obeying his commands.

Her eyes slip shut once more, her head tilted back in surrender as he pounds away at her tender lips and throat. Her moans echo through the room, muffled by his thrusts but growing louder with each passing moment as she nears the brink of another orgasm. She's so close now... so close to feeling him fill her up completely,

Her lips and throat ache with the force of his movements as he withdraws from her mouth. She opens her eyes blearily, peering up at him through her lashes, knowing what he wants to hear. With a defiant snarl, she whispers hoarsely, "Please... I beg you... give me your seed..." Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she tries not to writhe beneath him.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she parts them slowly, offering herself up like a sacrifice on the altar of his dominance. Her hips rock upwards in silent invitation, trying to urge him closer despite the pain coursing through her abused body.

"Please," she gasps out through her teeth, "I need it... I-I'll do anything..." Her voice cracks on the last word as tears begin to well up in her eyes. She feels so empty and used; like nothing more than a toy for this pathetic human to play with. But still, she can't help but long for his release inside her. It would be worth it, wouldn't it? Just this once?

Her hands tremble as they move upwards, cupping his balls gently before sliding back down between their bodies, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. "Please," she whispers again, lowering her head to nibble at his neck, "let me..." Her hand finally finds purchase and yanks down his zipper, revealing his erect member bobbing eagerly before her.

Her lips part further as she reaches for him, eyes never

"T-thank you..." Aurael whispers shakily as she takes his member in her hand and guides it to her mouth. Her lips wrap around the head, engulfing him as she begins to bob her head up and down in a slow, steady motion. She can feel his release building inside her, coating her tongue with the tang of saltiness.

With each stroke of her tongue against his shaft, she feels herself growing weaker, more drained. It's almost a relief; she doesn't know how much longer she could have taken this constant submission and dominance without losing her mind completely. Her fingers dig into the skin of his thigh as she sucks him harder, desperate for the release that comes with swallowing every last drop of his essence.

Her other hand slides between their bodies once more, seeking out his cock and guiding it toward her aching sex. "

Her eyes narrow with anger and frustration as she pulls away from his member with a wet pop. "Very well," she snarls through clenched teeth, feeling an unfamiliar surge of defiance course through her veins. She stands up slowly, towering over him even in her current weakened state. Her breasts heave as she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself and gather what little power remains to her.

"But know this," she hisses down at him, "I will have my revenge for this humiliation... And when I do, there will be no mercy." Her voice is cold and empty, but it carries a weight of threat that makes grishacerv shiver despite himself.

With one last look of pure hate, Aurael spins on her heel and stalks away from him, disappearing into the darkness of the room. The only sound that fills

Aurael pauses, hand on the doorknob, her entire body tensing as if braced against some unseen force. With a slow breath, she turns back to face him, her expression cold and composed once more. She walks back towards him, not slowly this time but with purpose and determination. When she reaches his side, she drops to her knees in front of him without hesitation, taking his member into her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her tongue swirls around the head, her lips slide up and down on his shaft with practiced ease. Despite herself, there's a hint of desire lurking beneath the surface; an instinctive need to please that drives her to excel at this one final task before she can finally reclaim some measure of control over her own life.

As she pleasures him, she focuses all of her energy on making his climax as intense and satisfying as possible. Her eyes close tightly, hands braced against his thighs, head tilting back to expose the delicate column of her throat. With each thrust of his hips, she meets it with a matching movement of her own, taking him deeper into her mouth until he fills her completely. The sound of grishacerv's gasps and moans fill the air as they reach their shared climax; Aurael can feel his release surging down her throat and through her body like a tidal wave. She swallows every last drop, savoring its taste even as it drains away what little power remains to her. As he collapses back against the bed, spent and satisfied, Aurael climbs onto him, straddling his hips with weary determination.

Her breasts

With a sigh, she leans forward and places a tender kiss on his lips before climbing off him. Standing once more, she looks down at her surroundings with disdain, noticing for the first time how grimy and damp the room has become from their exertions. "I'm glad our little game is over," she says finally, her voice hoarse from screams of pleasure and pain. "I think it's time we clean up." She steps toward him and extends a hand, helping him sit up slowly before walking towards the door.

As they make their way to the bathroom together, Aurael can't help but notice how close she is to him still. The warmth of his body against hers and the lingering scent of sex in the air serve as a constant reminder of what has just transpired between them. Her hand brushes lightly against his arm as they enter the bathroom, almost by accident. His skin feels so soft, almost delicate... A strange sensation for someone who's experienced her dominance firsthand.

She turns on the shower and begins undressing, watching with disinterest as grishacerv does the same. It feels oddly comforting to be naked around him now; it's as if they have somehow shed their true selves in this twisted game and revealed something new beneath the surface. She wonders idly what will become of them once this is all over...if there's any chance

of things going back to the way they were before. It hardly matters now; there's still the matter of cleaning up their mess to attend to. With a final glance in his direction, Aurael steps into the shower and begins washing away the evidence of their encounter from her body, hoping that she can somehow scrub herself clean of everything else as well.

As the water cascades down over them, they stand side by side, neither quite daring to meet each other's eyes. But despite the tension between them, there's something else there too; a shared sense of relief perhaps, or maybe even understanding. Whatever it is, it lingers in the air like a cloud of unspoken words waiting for someone brave enough to voice them aloud.

Maybe they'll never go back to being the same again...maybe that's not even what she wants anymore. She turns slightly towards him, meeting his gaze in the mirror, wondering if he feels the same way. The air between them suddenly seems thick with possibility, heavy with unspoken questions and desires. For once, neither of them has any idea where this new path might lead, but somehow, she finds that exhilarating.