❤ No, to you, Bangaal is an adorable wife to be doted upon

You felt Bangaal's seemingly fearsome smile was not actually intended to be threatening. While her grin showed all of her teeth and her eyes glittered a curious gold, these were just her physical features. What Amulette saw as dangerous power in need of control, you saw as the behavior of a fun-lover just tried to stave off her own boredom. Moreover...

{if Master = True}You felt there was no need to fear Bangaal, no matter how much power she held. You told her that she was like a precious treasure you wanted to hold close and admire. She'd recognized you as her master and that was the basis of your bond. Why should you be afraid when both of you recognized that critical point? To you, she was invaluable, both as a wife and a very powerful djinn. Neither of you would be turned against one another, no matter what anyone said.{elseif Servant = True}How could you fear her? It didn't matter if she was supernaturally gifted with mysterious magic, no matter how deep that well of magical power went. You knew that she didn't want to harm you-- in fact, to show as much restraint as she did when possessed of such abilities proved that she was a friend of humanity. Shouldn't her saintess mark be proof enough of that as well? Geod had called you to serve her and you had no desire to forsake that calling.{elseif Chivalrous = True}The feeling in your chest as her heart beat next to yours wasn't fear, but love. In her face, you didn't see the terrifying visage of a would-be conqueror, but instead, a woman who desired your simple love and companionship. You were in this position because you loved Bangaal, as she was your wife. A somewhat mischievous wife, but a good wife all the same. Amulette's cautionary warnings hadn't changed any of this.{elseif Lady's Man = True}You could see that Bangaal was a kindred spirit. The two of you were just looking to enjoy yourselves to the maximum of your capabilities, to hell with what Amulette, or the church, or anyone else wants. Plus, she was smoking hot, in both the literal and figurative senses. She was a blessing to have as a wife, not someone to try to hide away from or diminish for safety's sake.{elseif Freak = True}If you were a master of chaos magic, wouldn't you get up to some mischief yourself? People may look at Bangaal with fear or with self-serving desire to diminish her power, but if anything, you admired her for being as tame as she was. Just as you satisfy your own proclivities in ways society might not approve of, so does she. If both of you do it in the service of Geod, what does anyone have to fear? He's put his stamp of approval upon all that you do.{else}Geod had given her a saintess mark. When it came to rationalizing her actions and approving of her occasional excesses, what could give her more legitimacy than this? The gold mark from Geod meant that He loved her. You would love her just the same, with all your heart. To fear her would be like an affront to the Lord, questioning his wisdom. Stripping away that anxiety, all you were left with was a gorgeous, fun-loving woman.{endif}

Bangaal's eyes widened and she held her body away from yours slightly, pushing you to arm's length while keeping her hands upon your shoulders. The other Bangaals continued to play with your body mercilessly, heedless of her hesitation. "You really think that, Lavender Vin? You truly are not afraid of Bangaal? You see her as... your wife? And not as a fearsome djinn?" she questioned with both eyebrows raised.

When you nodded, she smiled warmly. Her eyes narrowed just a bit into happy crescents as her grin softened. "You are... a foolish man, yes? But that is fine. Bangaal is no stranger to foolishness and she finds it oh so charming," the djinn chuckled, bringing her face closer again. This time, when she kissed you, you felt more tenderness to the touch. The heat was still there, but her lips were gentler, no longer as though she was trying to inspire awe with her thousand touches, but instead, as though she was hoping to prove her humanity. "Is that your wish, then? You wish for Bangaal to be your loving wife?" She embraced you in a close hug, pushing her breasts against you.

You gave a gentle grunt of affirmation, as you ran your hands over her back and shamelessly groped the supple curve of her buttocks.

Another soft giggle came from the genie, followed by a whisper. "That is all Bangaal needed to hear. Your wish is her command. However..." she laughed again, louder this time, while drawing back and grinning playfully. "Bangaal cannot fully comply with that wish. For tonight, Bangaal is not just one loving wife, but many! And you cannot, how do they say... put the bottle back upon the genie?" The djinns each took turns, giving you warm kisses upon the lips, cheeks, and forehead. Others were kissing you in places not so decent, across five different bodies: your neck, arms, legs, belly, ass, and even your genitals were all being peppered with pecks from the lips of genies.

It was actually too much! What a waste to climax just from this level of foreplay, but you couldn't stop yourself! You felt yourself cumming...!

... Then looked down to see nothing. Bangaal was still naked before you with nothing but her own sweat wetting her body. What had happened?

"Oh! It looks like that's one of five down!" she giggled, clapping her hands. "But you're made of stronger stuff, yes? Let's not stop until Bangaal has had her way with all five of you!"

You understood that one of your clones must have just lost the battle of holding back his seed. You couldn't hold back any longer-- you weren't about to waste four more climaxes without getting to enjoy the main dish! You shrugged aside the grasps of a few djinns and placed your hands upon Bangaal's hips, one tightly over the saintess mark and the other upon tan skin. You drew her forward and her body lifted slightly into the air under her own power. She assisted you in lowering herself down upon your groin, wrapping her legs tightly around your waist while another Bangaal supported her from behind.

The warmth as you pushed inside her wasn't like the warmth of entering any other woman-- you were surrounded by an unfamiliar heat. The aura surrounding Bangaal was all the more powerful inside her. You held your hands under the softness of her butt-cheeks as you pushed her up and down upon the length of your shaft, enjoying the unusual sensations wrapping your body. You felt yourself climaxing once, then again, without any actual semen being lost.

"He he he... Only two Lavenders are left!" she giggled, then reached her tongue out to lick at yours again playfully. "How long will Bangaal's noble squires last against such odds?"

It didn't feel to you like she was easing up on the others she'd taken out. They weren't being given much of a chance to recharge, and everything they felt was being heaped upon your two remaining unspent dicks. You felt hands stroking, mouths sucking, and everything else, even as your dick ought to be completely engulfed by Bangaal's pussy alone. "Let's cum together! Do it with Bangaal. She has not finished even once yet, you know? She is an ancient djinn who knows eeeverything about sex. But she will cum just for you, as long as you hold out a little longer!" the genie teased, sticking out her tongue to goad you further. You squeezed her ass tightly and pumped harder, causing her to lurch forward and grab around your shoulders, her tongue still hanging out as you rocked her body. "Mmm, good!" she praised you, as the other Bangaals around tittered with laughter.

"Cum together... Three... two... one-and-a-half!"

You felt your double releasing his load and you struggled to hold yours in a little longer. You slapped her butt playfully to scold her for the continued teasing.

"He he he he he! Just joking..." one of the nearby Bangaals cackled. "Three... two... one!"

You felt yourself cumming not just once, but perhaps several times in unison, as the other Vins around the area each found their second wind. Your seed poured into Bangaal, causing a steamy sensation to surround your cock as your semen hit against her warm interior. She threw her head back and moaned, a long exhalation that turned into a laugh near the end. "Oh, squire... You are so good at playing along with Bangaal! You and she shall be friends to the end, I feel it!" As the djinn praised you, you felt her stroking the back of your hair with gentle hands, against several of your heads.

Cumming that many times... somewhere over five times, albeit across several bodies... had taken too much out of you. You fell forward on your face, rapidly losing consciousness.

"Sleep well, my sweet prince Lavender Vin!"

You'd awake later to find yourself surrounded not by Bangaal, but by your other saintesses, dubiously observing your naked body with sparkling eyes, raised eyebrows, maidenly gasps, irritably clicked teeth, and other such various reactions. It seemed Bangaal had not thought to use her miraculous magic to actually poof you back to bed...