A pretty typical one, at least for their hentai-poisoned brains

"How about... that one," Emma said, mentally flipping through Edward's fantasies and making no indication which one she meant.

The instinctual link between Mistress and genie, however, gave Claire an indication of what Emma was thinking. "Mistress, are you going to make me do that?"

"Well, it would be the truest expression of Ed's fantasy," Emma admitted. "But I also don't want to put you in a position where you're especially uncomfortable, and I know you'd much rather be on the other end of this one, too."

"But then there's one of you and two of us," Claire pointed out, Edward nodding agreement while he recovered from blasting the biggest load in human history, though Emma's telepathy told her that her genie had absolute confidence that her Mistress already had a solution in mind.

Which, of course, Emma did. "I guess the answer is to have more of me, then. Claire, I wish I could create or destroy additional bodies for myself, all controlled by my own consciousness as a hivemind."

If it were possible for Edward's cock to get harder, it would have as his girlfriend doubled, then doubled again, four perfect copies of the sexiest being that could possibly exist standing in his field of view.

"Claire, reform your lower body," Emma instructed before picking up the genie telekinetically and depositing her on the bed next to Edward. She flipped both of them over and adjusted the height and width of the bed so that Edward's titanic dick and Claire's ample boobs could both dangle freely beneath them while they were level with her crotch.

Emma walked around so that each of her four bodies was positioned in front of or behind one of the others, then she grinned and began altering her own body.

It wasn't an especially large alteration, as these things went, but it got Edward's dick spurting precum and Claire's pussy moist, as Emma gave each of her bodies a cock. Not just a normal cock, of course; quite aside from their being unquestionably perfect, each was gigantic, their flaccid lengths dropping all the way to mid-shin and their thickness surpassing her thighs.

A little bit of trepidation at having the shafts inserted into him came over Edward's face--he was no stranger to taking dick, he was just uneasy about how huge Emma had made hers--especially as Emma allowed them to swell erect, but Emma eased his worries with another wish. "Claire, make it so that my cocks fit perfectly into any hole I put them in, and vice versa, for that matter."

"You got it, Mistress," the genie said, physics once again being reminded that it was every bit as subservient to Claire's magic as she was to her Mistress.

"Feel better, honey?" Emma asked, after having stepped back some distance so that the tips of her dicks would just barely not touch the others' holes.

"I guess," Edward said. "I don't think my fantasies were about cocks quite this big, though."

"I know, you didn't even get me the biggest size of dildo so I could peg you. Which is OK, that's what you were comfortable with. But this is what I fantasised about, and it's what I want, and it'll be amazing," she promised.

Edward opened his mouth, not to speak but rather to consent. Emma smiled and stepped forward, sliding easily into her boyfriend but having to push past the fake resistance Claire put up.

"Seems like I'm neglecting one of your holes, Claire," Emma pointed out as she thrust smoothly in and out of her partners' mouths and anuses, her weighty nutsacks slapping against them as well.

Despite her mouth being stuffed overfull with cockmeat, Claire was able to converse completely normally on such a sexual matter. "Oh, don't worry about my pussy, Mistress. I'm nothing more than your worthless toy, of course, and I've been a massive bitch to you for years now, so even this is far more than I deserve. Really, you should just focus on fucking Edward and string me up somewhere and whip me."

"Mm, but see, I want my dick in a hot, wet cunt, and while I'll try fucking myself later, that's not something for right this moment, and so I can either use yours or I could give Edward one. If he wants one, anyway."

Edward's shrug was noncommittal but slightly negative insofar as the immediate question went. He was focused primarily on playing his tongue along the hard rod filling his mouth, making sure to caress everything from the tip to the base in the magically expanded space.

"See? That really just leaves one option for me if I want a twat to fuck."

"It's far more than I deserve, Mistress."

"Well, you'll just have to make it up to me by granting more wishes then, won't you?" Emma said, running her hands through Claire's hair, indulging the genie's painslut tendencies by not being especially gentle.

"That's just what I exist to--" Claire cut off with a squeal of pleasure as Emma gave herself a second dick on the appropriate body, growing it fully hard directly into the genie's slit. She even gave herself a little extra appendage that sought out Claire's clit and pleasured it directly.

With her two bodies fucking her partners' mouths, she bent over and whispered to each, "Now, cum for me."

Edward shuddered in orgasm, of course, jizz blasting from his dick in the same impossible amounts as before, but the pleasure that coursed through him was a trickle compared to Claire's experience. The sex genie was, naturally, a being formed from the purest manifestation of sex itself, and her body writhed and twisted around Emma's shafts, the fact of her mere existence already enough to drive her to levels of pleasure she had never imagined possible as a human, and the fact that her Mistress would do her such a great honour as seeing fit to treat her as a being deserving of actually being fucked only amplified that. The genie squirmed and squeezed and squished her body around the perfect dicks invading her, the supernova of pleasure racing through her making Emma's ongoing experience seem like a guttering candle in comparison.

Emma held back her own climax for a time, focusing on ensuring that her cocks were hitting her partners' erogenous zones perfectly while also using her telekinesis to stimulate them where her cocks weren't reaching, but eventually she too allowed herself to bust her own nut in all five holes. Edward actually bloated slightly at the impossible volume of cream his girlfriend pumped into him, at least until Emma adjusted his body to better accommodate it, but everything she fired into Claire just vanished, the sexual fluids metabolised instantly by the perfectly sexual being.

After a while, Emma allowed all their climaxes to end, though her cocks remained hard and she didn't remove them from the others' holes.

"Claire," she asked, "how much did that charge the lamp? Compared to what it's getting normally."

"It was a decent amount?" Claire estimated. "Obviously quite a bit more than any normal climax anyone else has since, for one, it was a lot bigger, and for another, it was you and Edward, and not just whatever random being in Andromeda spurting goop out her tentacles. But, to be honest, Mistress, unless you go out and fuck literally everyone in the universe at once, any sex you have really isn't going to have much effect on filling it. It needs a lot, I mean a whole hell of a lot, and when it's getting a tiny slice of every bit of sexual pleasure experienced in all of reality, that's going to dwarf anything you do on your own."

"What about the orgasms you had?" Emma pointed out. "I could feel how powerful they were, even if my telepathy buffered me against most of it."

"Oh, those don't count. A sex genie is, in a sense, literally a sapient orgasm, so my pleasure is more like the lamp circulating energy within itself rather than getting anything new. If it actually charged off of what I experience? It'd already be full just from that."

Emma nodded and deleted three of her bodies, deciding to exist only in the twin-dicked one positioned behind her genie. Edward immediately worked his jaw and slumped without his girlfriend's hard shafts holding him up.

"Ready for another round?" Emma asked, even though the answer was pretty obvious. She'd removed his refractory period, so his cock was still fully hard and he shuddered in pleasure as she telekinetically stroked it.

"I think, if it's all the same to you," Edward said between pants, "that I'm pretty tuckered out from that. Though I guess you could just fix that..."

"It's OK, honey," Emma said. "How about I go out and find a few people we could maybe have a nice little orgy with? Or at least whom I can fuck all at once along with you." She snaked out one of her cocks to nuzzle against his.

"I'm sure once I'm more awake I'll be more eager for that," Edward replied. "And yes, you can fuck them first on your own if you want."

"Thanks," Emma said, kissing the air in front of her and transferring the sensation to her boyfriend's lips. Their relationship was somewhat open; neither had an issue with the other fucking other people so long as they got permission first.

Of course, the sudden addition of Claire into their lives as Emma's sex genie had thrown a bit of a wrench into that in just the last few hours, but part of the nature of sex genie magic was an automatic understanding and acceptance that regardless of any prior commitments, sexual activity between Mistress and genie was always permitted and couldn't be objected to by anyone.

"Claire, I wish that Edward would be in our bed, and that until we get back he would have extremely pleasant erotic dreams the entire time."

"Mmm, want me to..." Claire picked herself up and whispered in Emma's ear so that Edward wouldn't hear.

"Ooh, yes," Emma agreed eagerly. "Do that too. Especially since he's just got so much churning around in there. But make sure it won't damage anything in our bedroom, okay?"

"Granted, Mistress," the genie said, snapping her fingers. Edward vanished, and the incongruous bed disappeared a moment later.

"So, I'm a bit curious, you said that public sex would charge the lamp more than private, yeah?"

"That's right, Mistress. But also, as I said, anything you do is basically irrelevant compared to what the lamp gets from every orgasm everywhere each second."

"Well," Emma said, glancing around at the blank wall of a house slightly jutting past their own, "what if I wished we had a voyeur for that entire experience?"

"Still wouldn't change that your own sexual activity is basically irrelevant," Claire said. "But if you think it would make the experience more thrilling, you could obviously wish for that."

"All right, I wish there was a room in that house with a window overlooking our backyard, but that I would always be aware of when someone is in there, and that nobody would use it except to look down on us and masturbate at the sight while we fuck out here. If we do again. And I wish that this was retroactive, and that someone had started watching shortly before I rode Ed's cock."

"Granted," Claire said with a smile, her magic remodeling the house in question. Emma suddenly remembered the excitement that went through her at the thought that she wasn't just fucking Edward for her own pleasure; she knew she was being observed by someone who thought nobody knew of their watching and she had been putting on a show for them as much as anything else.

Emma decided to freeze time again. "Another question that occurs, going back to how unrealistic this whole thing is even by the standards of a genie story, what's up with your lamp not being able to be stolen? Most genie stories, even if the genie isn't the trickster type, have the potential theft of the lamp as a whole thing."

Claire cocked her head. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "Maybe it was covered in that orientation while I was waiting for someone to rub my lamp? And anyway if you're still concerned about what might happen to it, you could wish for it to be another shape." The genie looked down at her Mistress's crotch. "Might I suggest a Prince Albert piercing?"

Emma thought for another moment. "I wish you remembered your orientation perfectly, as if you'd actually been paying attention instead of zoning out whenever it got really stupid."

"But it wasn't just stupid, it was boring!" the genie objected, but she was compelled to grant the wish regardless. "And that prick was every bit as condescending as ever. Really, what he said later was pretty mild compared to how much he was degrading me while I was in there. Only you should get to say things like that about me, Mistress."

"So what did he have to say about the lamp and stealing it and such?"

The genie was silent for a long moment. "That's funny. I don't think that part was him saying it at all."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that it's an entirely different voice, different cadence, tone, everything. Definitely a feminine one, if basically a contralto. Not insulting at all. Loving, really. It was as if she was doing me, and whoever got my lamp, some grand favour, like... like somehow she was changing the rules? It's confusing, honestly. I think it's the same with how granting your wishes doesn't use sexual energy, that also seems to be different. Maybe that's why the other voice sounded peeved once I asked about it, like it wasn't how he was supposed to behave, even if he might have liked it."

"So are you saying that there's someone out there who's powerful enough to mess with genies?"

"Yeah. And I think, whoever it is, it feels like she's powerful enough to hide it entirely if she wanted to, so she wanted me to know about the interference." Claire shrugged. "Yeah, I think she's also letting your wishes be more expansive than they really should be. Like, you control orgasms, sure, but it feels like that was supposed to be a lot more limited? Like, not charge the lamp at all it feels, because you're just using the lamp's magic to make people have orgasms when you do, and if you weren't involved in one at all the lamp shouldn't be getting anything from it. I think that's how it's supposed to work but someone is messing with the rules. Mostly in your favour."

"Mostly?"

"Oh, my orgasms should also be charging it, I think. Not the full ****, just what I would've had if I were still a regular human. But instead, nothing."

"Well your regular human orgasms wouldn't have an effect anyway."

"That's true, Mistress. Still, it's confusing. It's like I'm being pulled in two directions at once about how to be a sex genie. I'm supposed to follow one set of rules but then I'm aware of a second set overriding some of those."

"Is it that bad, Claire?" For all that Emma had her gripes about the woman before she became a genie, she still didn't want to see her be that uncomfortable. "We could try to see if a wish would make it better."

"No, it's not, it's not bad. It's just unusual, like..." Claire suddenly held her head as if in pain and Emma moved quickly to support her, creating a chair so that she could ease the genie into it. Emma knelt down next to her.

"Like what?"

"Like... like there's other genies, other Masters and Mistresses, somewhere, other worlds, fictional realities, even alternate timelines to this one--ungh!" Claire groaned and Emma telepathically felt the psychic pain rushing through her--and unlike regular pain, which the masochistic genie would have eagerly welcomed, this actually hurt, as if she were being granted knowledge even she couldn't handle. "I can see it, Mistress... there's even a reality where Edward gets my lamp instead of you."

"Can you show me?"

"No! No," Claire said. "You'd survive it, but it would leave you a gibbering wreck. Human minds aren't meant to see what I'm seeing. Genie minds... it's only because there's so much fucking, so much sex, that I'm able to withstand it at all. It's showing me what I'm meant for, Mistress, it's... it's trying to show me how this is better..."

Abruptly the psychic pressure vanished and Claire sagged in the chair, falling against Emma's arms, breathing heavily.

"Take it easy," Emma murmured. "Take your time, Claire." She expanded the chair into a cozy loveseat and laid the genie's head in her lap.

Claire was still wide-eyed from the experience. "It's like... we're in, I don't know, a race, maybe? But it feels like someone already won and that there's not really a second-place prize. So why are we running, then? It feels like... whoever won... they want us to finish second or something? Or... at least... different prizes? It was weird, Mistress. I think the only way we'll find out is if we fill the lamp."

"Then let's do that," Emma decided. "Let's figure out how we can fill that thing as quickly as possible so I can give a piece of my mind to whoever thought it was appropriate to hurt you like that."

"I think... I don't think they meant it maliciously. I think they were genuinely trying to help. They just... miscalculated." Claire's features relaxed somewhat. "I think, however it is, she's sorry. I think she wants to tell me that, tell you that, in person if she--" Claire gasped.

"What is it this time?"

"You know that timer we're on, Mistress?"

"Yeah. You never told me how long it was, though."

"Oh, even with getting energy from all those orgasms, you were looking at trillions of years before it filled, unless you made some clever wishes to speed things up."

"So what is it now?"

"A week, Mistress. Maybe faster if our... benefactor... shows more remorse. It's getting faster, Mistress. I can feel it getting faster. Like she's so sad about what she did that she wants to see us ASAP. And I don't know what that will mean for later. I don't know what sort of later we'll have." Claire pulled herself up and threw her arms around Emma. "I don't want to lose you, Mistress. And I know you don't want to lose Edward." She shuddered. "It's slowing a bit... but not much."

"How long now?" Emma asked.

Claire breathed heavily. "It's stable. It's stable now, Mistress." More breathing. "Two days, Mistress. In two days we find out what happened. In two days"--Claire whimpered as one last stab of knowledge shot through her--"in two days, we leave this world behind. And you have to figure out how to take whomever else you want with you, or you might lose them forever."