Breakfast

It wasn't the first time John woke in a woman's bed, but none of them were quite like this. Compared to the rest of the mansion which was a chic modern aesthetic, Emura's bedroom was... well...

The style, structurally at least, was like something out of a period piece in Renaissance France. Except every surface, every surface, was plated with gold. From the floorboards to the ceiling tiles and the trim of the windows. There was even gold thread woven into the sheets. It was horribly garish, and while sleeping with the sexy sorceress was one of the most satisfying nights of his entire life, he wasn't too thrilled about doing again in this room.

He was a bit confused when he woke up and she wasn't lying next to him, but then he felt something touching him below the waist accompanied by soft moaning and slurping sounds. He lifted the heavy, gold-infused bed sheet and smiled at the woman helping herself to his cock.

"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible," he said. Knowing that he was awake, she started sucking like a vacuum and rolling her tongue around his glans. He grew even bigger and harder in her mouth so she opened wide and took his entire length. He noticed again that her tongue felt unusual: forked almost like a snake, and he wondered if she was a closet body-modder who had slit her tongue. Then again he knew she wasn't human, and her eyes were definitely unusual as well.

Despite the oddity she made him cum in record time. He painted her esophagus white and she greedily gulped it all down then let go of his cock with a loud pop.

"Morning, trooper," she said giving his shaft one last erotic lick, "You ready to flight out today?"

"What? Oh shit! Actually, no I'm not," he said, "I need to tell my boss I won't make it in today and I don't have any clothes."

"Well you had better hurry and eat breakfast then," she said, "Sama can drive you back to your apartment so you can pack your things then straight to the airport."

"Aye aye, ma'am," he said and rolled out of the gigantic bed.

There was already a huge meal arranged on the kitchen counter including an exquisite-looking omelet, French toast with his choice of twelve kinds of jam, gourmet scones, and a mountain of sausage and bacon. While he took his time dishing up, Emura took the selection for granted, dished up a little of everything, and hurried off while calling someone over the phone. John guessed even a sorceress could appreciate modern technology. After he finally sat down to eat, Emura's employee Sama walked in and poured herself some coffee.

"Oh, good morning Mr. Doe," she stammered. He tried not stare at her in her long, silk nightgown.

"Good morning, uh, Sama right?" he asked and she nodded. Next she held out her hand and a scone levitated through the air right into her fingers. John was still fascinated but didn't discount it as just a trick anymore.

"I see you're getting used to magic," she said nibbling at her breakfast.

"I wouldn't say I'm used to it yet," he said, "Forgive me if I'm being... impolite, but are you human?"

"How much did the mistress tell you?" Sama asked.

"Do you mean in general, or about herself, or you?" he asked, "She told me she's not human and she's over a thousand years old, but she didn't elaborate further. Said it's confidential. Am I not supposed to know about you either?"

"I don't really like to share," she said, "But alright. I am half-human and I'm also much older than I look, but not nearly as ancient as Emura."

"You're Israeli aren't you?" he said, "The accent's a dead giveaway."

"That's technically correct," she said, "That's also where I learned English."

"How many languages do you know anyway?" he asked, "Just out of curiosity."

"I'm fluent in only three," she said, "English, Hebrew, and Turkish. I may be centuries old, but I was asleep for most of my life so I didn't have much opportunity to learn new tongues. I'm, I'm sorry but this is really uncomfortable for me to talk about."

"That's fair," he said, "I won't push it. What do you exactly do you do for Emura?"

"Officially I'm her personal assistant, you know administrative duties, organization, finances," she explained, "unofficially I'm her apprentice."

"Uh huh," he said, "As in magic?"

"Exactly," she said.

"Is magic something anyone can learn?" he asked.

"Yes and no," she said, "It's kind of like swimming. In theory anybody can learn how to swim, but if you're not buoyant, then you'll sink and it won't matter how much you actually know. Magical talent is an innate gift that most humans don't have."

"Ah," he said, "So you must this tall to ride."

"I don't think height has anything to with it," she said.

"Dumb joke," he replied with a handwave and dug into the French toast. It was delicious, but he wasn't really partial to jam.

"Wish I had some maple syrup," he said to no one in particular. That would have been the end of it and he could have enjoyed his breakfast, but as soon as he said it Sama gasped and clenched her fists.

"No no no," she said and closed her eyes tight while she shook violently, "NO!"

"Sama? Sama, are you alright?" he thought she might be having a seizure and he dashed across the kitchen to grab her before she fell down and hurt herself. Suddenly all the plates and silverware started rattling and the room shook as if from a weak earthquake. Then Sama threw her head back and her eyes shot open. They were glowing white and blindingly bright. While John shielded his eyes a plume of smoke escaped Sama's lips and swirled around the kitchen counter. When it dissipated there was a bottle of gourmet maple syrup and Sama fainted in his arms.

"Sama!" he shouted and snapped his fingers in her ear. She came to and took in her surroundings with a disoriented stare. Then she looked at the bottle of syrup, then up at John.

"Are you alright?" he asked "That was-" she slapped him hard across the cheek and glared at him full of fury.

"WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?" she asked.

"What the hell?" he asked while rubbing his cheek.

"Why did you have to make a wish?!" she pushed away from him and looked like she about to start crying.

"I just... I wished... ohhhhhhh."

They finished their breakfast in silence and he didn't even reach for the bottle. Next they walked in silence to Sama's car and then they drove in silence to his apartment.

"Sama," he said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know, and I didn't think anything would come of it."

"You're right you didn't know," she said, "I shouldn't have gotten so angry at you over an honest mistake."

"You're a genie, aren't you?" he asked.

"Djinn," she corrected him, "half-djinn. My mother was human, and she made a wish to my father for a child without understanding everything that entailed. Let's just say it wasn't an epic magical romance."

"I won't ask," he said, "But yesterday you just created coffee and whiskey out of thin air with no trouble. This was more like an epileptic episode. What makes... the w-word different?"

"I didn't create any of those items," she said, "I just grabbed them from somewhere else. The difference is I don't have a choice when somebody makes a wish; my free will disappears and I'm required to grant it to the best of my ability. I've done a lot of things I regret just because somebody said 'I wish.' The reason it was so violent is because I tried and failed to resist."

"I will be very careful with my words around you then," he said.

"Thank you," she said with a nervous smile.

"We're here. This is my apartment," he said, "I just need to pack and I'll meet you back down here." He didn't think the trip would be more than a few days, so he decided to travel light. Lastly before leaving for the airport, he texted his supervisor, Lock, to tell him he'd be out of town for an unknown amount of time. He snickered at Lock's angry reply and hopped back in the car.