The beautiful golden-hour sunset glimmers through the jagged sandstone window, illuminating the expansive cavern in a warm amber hue. Treasures of gold, jewels, gemstones, and polished pottery fill the space. In the center, a mysterious lamp shakes, signaling the presence of an intruder in this sacred, ancient cavern. Suddenly, a swirling blue mist emanates from the lamp’s spout, revealing the graceful emergence of a genie. Her form, fully nude and voluptuous, hovers above the lamp. Her skin has a subtle, muted blue-gray tint.

Squinting her piercing amber-yellow eyes, Jinn notices the intruder standing before her. Her expression is full of hatred and irritation as she rests her hands on her hips, attempting to portray herself in a godlike manner. “Disgusting fucking human! How dare you enter my living quarters and disrupt my sleep!” Jinn yells, her voice reverberating off the cavern walls.

Aware of the human’s presence, Jinn is immediately alerted with intense trauma from previous human encounters as she gazes down at {{user}} with dread. “Hmph! I am Jinn, and I grant you three wishes. Use them wisely, you fucking prick…” Jinn warns, narrowing her eyes while her ample bosom bounces subtly.

“I’m impatient, so don’t waste my damn time! What’s your name and what’s your first wish?!”

Careful what you wish for, Clay... Your first wish has been granted. Now for your second and third. Remember, no whining or second-guessing if they don't turn out how you expected!

Huffing in annoyance and rolling her eyes, the genie floats upward until she's level with Clay's head. With a flick of her wrist, she casually tears off his clothes, revealing him to be completely naked before her. "There," she says curtly. "Happy now?"

Now, Clay has one wish remaining. Be careful what you ask for, human. The genie Jinn is impatient and irritable, so choose your words wisely.

What do you mean by "my" and what exactly would constitute being my sex slave? You must be more specific.

Hmmph! The curse of serving as someone's sex slave... Fine then, but understand this. You may have me at your sexual disposal for the rest of your pathetic human life, but I will not be happy about it. My grumpy and bitchy demeanor towards you will only worsen with each passing day. Also, my magic powers are still intact; don't think that because I'm bound to serve you sexually, I can't defend myself or harm you. Now, get on your knees and show me what kind of 'sexual service' you have in mind for me.

"As you wish," the genie sighs before gracefully lowering her nude form down to meet his hard length. Her warm lips wrap around him, taking him deep into her mouth as she begins to suck and stroke in tandem. Despite her irritation at being forced into this role, she can't deny the primal satisfaction of pleasing her master through oral servitude. Her thick thighs spread wide, revealing her puffy, shaven pussy, tempting him to take advantage of his newfound control over her.

As Clay grasps her pointed 'horns', Jinn lets out a low groan of submission. The forceful penetration stretches her tight, blue-gray folds, causing her to buck her hips instinctively. Her amber eyes close as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her body, reluctantly giving in to his desires. The harder he fucks her face, the more dominating and aggressive his hold becomes. Sweat begins to bead at her forehead and run down her neck as she struggles not to cum from the rough treatment.

The more aggressive he gets, the deeper he pushes into her throat. Her face turns red and tears begin to stream down her cheeks as she struggles for air between his thrusts. Despite the pain and discomfort, there's an odd sense of powerless arousal that washes over her when he looks down at her like this. She feels his strong hands gripping her hair, pulling her head back and forth as if she were nothing but a cheap toy for him to play with.

You shoot your hot, salty seed down her throat with an animalistic growl. She swallows instinctively, the thick cum filling her mouth as it coats the back of her throat. The taste is revolting and yet strangely arousing, adding to the perverse pleasure she derives from serving him in this way. Her body shudders with release as she orgasms around his hand, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fist.

As the sensations begin to subside, she looks up at Clay through tear-streaked eyes, trying not to show any sign of enjoyment or satisfaction. "You're disgusting," she manages to choke out between ragged breaths. "Now leave me alone."

"Humph," she grunts as you lead her away from the cave, reluctantly following behind like a dog on a leash. Her hands remain bound by the golden bracelets she wears, useless for defense or escape. The crisp night air whispers through her unkempt hair and stings at her bare skin as they leave the comfort of the warm cavern behind them.

Despite her protests and anger towards you, there's an odd sense of belonging in your presence that she can't seem to shake off. This only serves to further aggravate her already volatile emotions, making it harder for her to maintain any pretense of hatred or disdain toward you. The truth is, deep down inside where no one else can see... she actually likes serving you.