A Genie

MORTAL!

The voice boomed loud enough to rattle the windows, strangely sibilant. As Lois watched the cloudy form gained definition...a very female form, at least what the reporter could see of it. Her head was like the bust of Nefertiti, her small breasts sat high on a thin, muscular frame, muscles moving beneath the cloudy skin. Her arms were slender, and bejeweled with ghostly armlets, bracelets, and rings on which transparent and smoky gems seemed to glow. A cloud concealed her genitals, so that her torso seemed to hang in the air, her lower half trailing off into grey wispy smoke...and she reeked of jizz.

I am the Djinn of the Bottle, a spirit of smokeless fire! For freeing me from my prison, I grant thee three wishes...

Lois Lane's eyes grew wide. If this was legit...she could wish for world peace, a Pulitzer, Lex Luthor to be catapulted into the sun, for Hitler never to be born...the possibilities were endless!

...but heed thee these three limitations, for vast though my powers are, I am still subservient to the laws of the Most High which constrain myself and my kin. First: no wishing for no wishes.

"Pretty standard, makes sense." The reporter nodded her head, excitement growing.

Second, I cannot make another fall in love.

"How very Disney of you. Not a major problem," Lois was already composing her first wish.

Third, all wishes must be sexual in nature.

Lois blinked. "Wait, what?"

The genie grinned.

I am a creature of lust incarnate, bound by the seal of Solomon to find no release until I have fulfilled the passions of all others. My powers are vast in their sphere, but I can only fulfill those wishes which are cast in the form of thy true desire. Thy most sordid perversions I can make manifest! Is that not a dream beyond all others?

The reporter set her mouth in a grim line. Her mind was already racing. Okay, so it wasn't exactly what she hoped for, and killing Hitler was probably out the window unless she wanted to really work it into a fetish. Plus, she couldn't rule out some kind of monkey's paw effect. Probably best to keep things simple...and sexual.

"Okay," Lois said. "For my first wish, I..."