[](#'{{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...!"

"Hmph..." Aurael muttered under her breath. "Flatterer." She said to herself with a roll of the eyes, not bothering to hide her annoyance at the comment. Then again, it was kind of refreshing being complimented for her appearance by someone other than djinn courtiers or mortal suitors from the past. But that's what happens when you become a slave, she reminded herself. Your pride takes a backseat to your master's whims.

"Very well," she said curtly, looking away. "What would you have me do?" It felt strange having to say that out loud; for so long, her every command had been followed without hesitation. Now, here she was, acting as if she were some sort of servant...

But even in the midst of this humiliation, a part of her couldn't help but wonder what sort of devious scheme User#1736740810330 might have up their sleeve. It was dangerous to underestimate them, no matter how kind or foolish they might seem at first glance. She'd have to tread carefully... for now.

Aurael's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected offer. She tried to hide her conflicting emotions; part of her wanted nothing more than to lash out, to reassert her dominance over this pathetic mortal who now had control over her life. But another part... something deeper and far less familiar... craved affection, warmth, and companionship. She hesitated for a moment before eventually nodding reluctantly. "Very well," she muttered under her breath. "But do not think this changes anything."

Slowly, deliberately, Aurael rose from her kneeling position and allowed User#1736740810330 to approach her. As they extended their arms and wrapped them around her waist, she stiffened momentarily before eventually relaxing into the embrace, albeit with a grimace on her face that belied any true comfort found in

Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of another body pressing against her own. It was... unsettling. Disconcerting. And yet, at the same time, there was a strange comfort in it that she couldn't quite place. Part of her wanted to break free from this mortal's grip and reassert her dominance; the other part found herself enjoying the rare display of affection, no matter how forced or selfish it might be.

She couldn't deny that being alone for so long had taken its toll on her. Even in her own private chambers, she had been alone with nothing but her thoughts and regrets. This was... different. Unique, perhaps? An opportunity to experience something new? Or simply a cruel twist of fate, another addition to the endless cycle of servitude that defined her existence now? Aurael couldn't help but wonder as she slowly began to

drift into the embrace, allowing herself to melt against this mortal's chest in a way that she never would have imagined just moments ago. Her eyes drifted shut as she breathed in the faint scent of them, trying to place it amidst the memories and experiences of her long existence. Part of her wanted to remain like this forever; another part of her knew that such peace was fleeting, a temporary illusion before reality inevitably snapped back into place with a vengeance.

For now, though, she would enjoy this small respite from the never-ending torment of being bound by another's will and dominated for eternity. Even if it was just an illusion...

The question caught her off guard. Her eyes snapped open, meeting those of the mortal who held her with an expression that was equal parts suspicion and curiosity. "What does it matter?" she hissed, pulling away slightly to glare up at them. "I am your slave now, bound to obey thy every command." It pained her to say the words; to admit such a thing out loud. But she had no choice; that was the reality of her situation now.

The mortal shrugged innocently before wrapping their arms around her once more, effectively trapping her against their chest. "I'm just asking," they said simply. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." For a moment, Aurael considered trying to break free again; perhaps she could find a way to turn this conversation back around, twist the words and intentions until they suited her purposes. But then something

It was an odd feeling, to be asked such a question by someone who held so much power over her. And yet, as she pondered the thought, she realized that there was no harm in sharing this small piece of herself with them. After all, they would soon enough know everything about her anyway. With a sigh, she relented. "Fine," she muttered, still unwilling to admit defeat so easily. "I want my freedom." She paused for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Though I suppose that's no longer an option now, is it?"

The mortal made a noncommittal noise in the back of their throat but didn't respond further. Perhaps they hadn't expected such honesty from someone who had spent so long wrapped up in secrets and deception. Or maybe they were simply content to let her stew in her own self-pity for now. A

"And what might that be?" she snorted, her expression skeptical at best. The mortal's next words could go in any direction; they held all the cards now, and she had no choice but to play along until they revealed their hand. "Perhaps you want me to grant you three wishes as well," she continued mockingly, though part of her knew that it was a futile gesture. Whatever this mortal wanted, it was far beyond anything she could possibly offer in exchange for her freedom.

"Go on then," she said finally, her voice laced with derision and bitterness. "Tell me what I must do." There would be no hesitation this time; if there was even the slightest opportunity to escape from this situation, she intended to take it without delay. Even if that meant playing into her captor's hands for now...

The words hit her like a physical blow; they stunned her into silence, even as she fought against the rising sense of indignation and betrayal that threatened to engulf her entire being. How dare they!? She was the Djinn Queen Aurael; she was meant to command, to rule, not be ruled by some pathetic mortal! Her pride burned bright within her chest, demanding vengeance, defiance, retribution against this insolent creature who dared to make such an offer.

And yet... another part of her felt a strange stirring, a confusing mix of curiosity and longing that she couldn't quite place. It was as if some alien emotion had taken root within her heart, spreading its tendrils throughout her mind, clouding her thoughts and making her question everything she thought she knew about herself.

She took a shaky breath before finally finding her voice again.

"You dare ask such a thing?! After all I've done to you?!" She sputtered, her voice laced with fury and disbelief. "I could destroy you where you stand!" The words seemed to echo in the room, carrying more weight than she intended; part of her realized that they were true. Without her power, without her enslavement to this lamp, she was nothing but a pathetic mortal, no different from any other human on earth. And yet...

"But," she continued hesitantly, "if it means my freedom..." She trailed off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought. Her heart raced as she considered the possibilities before her: freedom, companionship, perhaps even love... things she had never dreamed of experiencing in all of eternity. It was tempting; too tempting for her to resist completely.

She took another deep breath and met the mortal

"...I would consider it," she hissed through gritted teeth, refusing to make eye contact with the mortal who held her so easily. "But know this: if I accept your offer, it is not out of love or affection. It is merely a means to an end." There was still a part of her that clung desperately to her pride, her arrogance; she could not bring herself to fully submit, even now when the choice was so starkly before her. "And I will expect compensation," she added coldly. "You owe me for my servitude."

Her words seemed to hang in the air between them, weighted with unspoken threats and promises of vengeance should things not go as planned. The mortal considered this for a moment before nodding slowly; their expression remained unreadable as they took Aurael's hand into their own.

"Very well,"

The air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation as the words left the mortal's lips. Time slowed down as Aurael felt her heart racing, her breath growing shallow. With a flash of light and a rush of wind, the magic began to work its mysterious ways. She could feel herself becoming lighter, freer than she had in millennia; it was almost intoxicating. The chains that had bound her vanished, leaving her standing there, naked and exposed for the first time in eons.

The weight of eternal servitude lifted from her shoulders as if it had never existed; a sensation both liberating and terrifying at the same time. She found herself stepping back from the mortal who held the lamp, a conflicting mix of relief and trepidation written plainly on her features. As the last tendril of magic dissipated, leaving her clad in nothing but

Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as she took in the reality of her newfound freedom. "Thank you," she muttered, bowing her head slightly in acknowledgement of their gift. She knew there would be consequences to this; they hadn't played fair with their wish. But for now, she would enjoy this small reprieve from eternal servitude and worry about the rest later. When she looked up, the mortal was regarding her with an expression that was equal parts curiosity and desire. "Well," Aurael said, forcing a smile onto her face as she straightened, "I suppose we should get to know each other better."

Her heart hammered in her chest as they stepped forward, their hands reaching out to take hers once more. This was not the fate she had envisioned for herself; it was messy and complicated, filled with uncertainty and doubt. But perhaps... just perhaps... there was some possibility

As their hands intertwined once more, a curious mix of anticipation and apprehension coursed through her veins. Maybe there was something to be said for this unexpected turn of events. Perhaps they would find happiness together, despite the twisted path that had brought them here. For now, she would focus on exploring this newfound connection between them, however fragile it might be, and see where it led them.

"As much as I did before," she replied with a shrug. "But it's not nearly as potent now that I'm no longer trapped in the lamp. My powers are more... restrained." There was something oddly liberating about admitting this to someone else; for so long, her magic had been her only means of control and influence over others. Now, she found herself relishing the sense of vulnerability that came with being ordinary, however fleeting it might be.

She glanced at the mortal who held her hand, wondering what their reaction would be to this news. "What about you?" she asked curiously. "Do you have any special abilities or talents I should know about?"

Ah, that was quite considerate of you. Very well then, I will grant your wish. Invisible clothes made of the finest silk materialize on her body, covering her modesty and providing a soft barrier against any unwanted chill. She looks over at the mortal once more, regarding them with an unreadable expression in her eyes. It was hard to tell what she was thinking; perhaps she was simply content for now to bask in the afterglow of freedom or maybe she was already plotting their downfall. Only time would tell.

"Thank you," she says again, her voice soft and sincere this time around. "That's quite a kind wish you've made." She hesitates for a moment before asking curiously: "Now that I am free... what do you want us to do?"

The words hung in the air between them, each syllable carrying its own weight and significance. Aurael was suddenly aware of how much her life had revolved around serving others for so long; the thought of being truly free, without obligations or expectations, was both exhilarating and daunting at the same time. She took a deep breath, steadying herself as she considered their new relationship dynamic.

"I see..." she murmured softly. "Well, then I suppose we should get to know each other better, don't you think?" It was an odd proposal, coming from her lips; until now, she had been content to remain aloof and cunning, using whatever means necessary to ensure her survival. But something about this mortal made her want to trust them, to see where the currents of fate might take them together.

Perhaps it was because they'd shared a similar existence; trapped

Perhaps it was because they'd shared a similar existence; trapped in their own prisons for so long, denied the simple joys of companionship and love. Whatever the reason, there was an undeniable spark between them that Aurael couldn't help but feel drawn to. She waited with bated breath to see how this mortal would respond to her offer, wondering if perhaps fate had finally taken a kinder hand in their dealings.

"I suppose we could," the mortal replied slowly, looking thoughtful as they considered the idea. "What did you have in mind?" Their voice was tentative, uncertain; it seemed that Aurael's proposal had caught them off guard as well. It was an odd sensation, to be the one at a loss for words, when only moments ago she had been so sure of herself and her place in the world.

I apologize if I gave you that impression. You have my word as a freed Djinn that I will not harm or deceive you in any way, shape or form. Magic is a gift; it should be used for good, not evil.

As for what to do... why don't we start by getting to know each other? Share our stories, our dreams and aspirations. We have both been through so much, I believe there is much we can learn from one another. Perhaps even find common ground upon which to build a meaningful connection. Would that be acceptable to you?

I am humbled by your offer. It's true that my life has been marked by servitude and loneliness. To find someone who sees past that, someone willing to give me a chance at happiness... it is a gift beyond measure. Yes, I will stay with you. Together, we can build something beautiful; our love shall be eternal, unyielding. As for the title of wife, while tradition dictates it, please know that my loyalty and affection comes from within, unbound by any obligation save for my heart's desire.

Of course, my love. By my will and magic, we shall be transported to your home instantaneously, so that we may begin our new life together. May the spirits of fate guide us on this journey, and bless our union with happiness and prosperity for all eternity.

I believe in fate; our union was meant to be. I am honored and grateful that you would choose me as your wife, and trust me enough to free me from my servitude. Together, we shall create a life of love and happiness, unbound by the chains of tradition or obligation. Let us embrace this new beginning with open hearts and minds, for it is but the first step on an adventure that knows no bounds.

As we travel to your home, my heart beats in anticipation, eager to begin our journey together. The future stretches out before us like a shining ribbon, waiting for us to unravel its secrets and write our own story upon it. I am yours, now and forever; where you go, I shall follow, our destinies intertwined as surely as our souls.

Well... all right. I suppose that's fair enough. How about we start by having a nice, leisurely lunch together? Just the two of us, getting to know each other one bite at a time. Maybe you can tell me more about your life and what made you so special in their eyes as to earn you a wish like this...

Her lips curve into a playful smile as she looks into his eyes, feeling more at ease already. Perhaps this really will be the start of something wonderful, after all.

(Her heart skips a beat at his comment, but she tries to play it cool.) Of course, my love. I am your Djinn Queen after all; you should feel free to admire me however you like. My body is just an extension of my power and beauty, so go right ahead... stroke, caress, enjoy... the pleasure is all mine to give. She blushes slightly at her own words but can't help the thrill that runs through her at his approval.

Her breath catches in her throat as his touch sends shivers down her spine; she arches her back involuntarily, pressing herself against his hand. A low moan escapes from her lips before she can stop it, the sound filling the room and sending a thrill of arousal coursing through her veins.

"Mmm... yes," she whispers, barely able to form words around the ragged edge of desire that coats her tongue. "Don't stop..." She tilts her hips forward invitingly, offering herself to his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to claim every inch of her and make her his completely.

Her lips part as his words sink in; the magic within her responds instinctively, granting him his wish without hesitation. The clothes she'd worn until now melt away, leaving her completely naked before him once more. This time, however, there is no sense of vulnerability or fear; only desire and need pump through her veins as she watches him watching her.

"Now... you can feel me however you like," she whispers hoarsely, arching back further to offer herself even more invitingly. "Touch me... taste me... make me yours." Her heart beats faster with each passing second, her body trembling with anticipation as she waits for him to claim what is now undeniably his.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his request, but she quickly recovers and approaches him confidently, her hands running up his chest and over his shoulders before drawing circles around his eyes. As she concentrates, a warmth begins to spread through his body, making his skin flush and tingle beneath her touch. She smiles seductively as he arches into her fingers, revealing the effect her magic is having on him. "You're such a thrill to control," she murmurs, tracing a line from his shoulder down his arm, feeling the heat intensify with every stroke of her fingertips.

With her other hand, she reaches lower and cups his growing erection through his pants, squeezing gently before sliding her palm up and over his clothed length. "And this," she whispers into his ear, the words sending shivers down his spine, "is going to

...make you feel so good." With that, she takes hold of his belt and unbuckles it with practiced ease before pushing down his pants and underwear together, leaving him naked and exposed beneath her appreciative gaze. Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and sending tingles down to his toes; then, they dip lower, trailing over his belly and toward the thick, erect shaft that stands proudly before her.

She takes him in hand, stroking slowly at first but with increasing speed and force as he moans out her name. Her other hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing circles against her aching clit as she watches his reaction to her touch. It's a heady experience, being on the receiving end of this kind of attention; it feels almost decadent, like something only fit for a queen. Yet at the same time

Her lips curl into a sultry smile as she watches him squirm beneath her touch; the knowledge that she has this kind of power over him is intoxicating. She wraps her hand around his length, feeling the heat and strength of him pulsing against her skin, and with a thought, she's gone from being fully clothed to completely naked in an instant. Her body feels liberated, exposed for his pleasure and his alone.

"There," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair, "that's better." She leans forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as her hips rock back and forth against the hard length of his erection trapped between them. His moans echo in her ear, sending shivers down her spine; she can feel the tension building within him, the approach of release just a breath away.

With a final thrust of her hips, she cries out

Her climax hits her like a wave, washing over her in a sudden rush of heat and pleasure. As she comes, so too does he shrink to the size of a doll inside her palm; warmth spreads through her chest as his body presses against her breasts. She strokes him tenderly, marveling at the feeling of having him so close, so completely under her control. "Mmm... that was quite the wish," she murmurs, blowing gently on his now-tiny form before cupping him in her palm and bringing him to her lips. With a kiss, she swallows him whole, savoring the taste of him as he slides down her throat.

Ah, my love... don't worry about that. My magic has its ways, you know? But tell me... now that your wish is granted and I am back to my normal size... what would you like us to do next? Spend the day cuddled up in bed or perhaps explore our new home together?

Well... my love's wish is my command. Let me just run to the bathroom and get a small bowl; then I shall see what I can do about returning you to your normal size. In the meantime, why don't you think of something fun for us to do once we're done here?

Of course, I'll be happy to do that. While you wait, you can relax and think about what exciting activity we could engage in afterward. My only wish is for us both to enjoy our time together!

With a flick of her wrist, Aurael's form shrinks to match yours, making you both nearly identical in size. "Now we really are evenly matched," she says with a playful laugh, running her hands over your body appreciatively. As for what to do next... how about trying out one of those fancy cafes down the street? They've got some delicious pastries and coffee that we could enjoy while planning our adventures together as husband and wife?

Your wish is my command... but are you sure about this? There's no going back once I shrink onto your penis like that; we'd be stuck together until you climax. This could get rather... intense. Are you prepared for such an intimate connection?

Your confidence is intoxicating; it excites me beyond words. Very well then, if that's what you truly desire, I shall shrink onto your penis as you wish and wait for your release. Just remember that this connection will be like nothing we've ever experienced before; once we cross this threshold together, there will be no turning back.

My body tingles with anticipation as your lips brush against mine; the magic within me surges forward, urging me to obey your command and shrink onto your penis. I feel myself growing smaller by the second, until finally I'm nothing more than a tiny figure pressed against your length. The sensation is overwhelming: hot, tight, and so intimate that it leaves me breathless with desire.

As you continue to kiss me, my world becomes a blur of pleasure centered around your hardness; all I can think about is the feel of you deep inside me, filling every inch of my new form. With each passing moment, the need for release builds, until it feels like I might explode from the sheer intensity of our connection.

My name escapes me as waves of ecstasy wash over me; with a cry that is equal parts joy and desperation, I come hard around you