Chapter Three

“Naru,” Jason began carefully, “if you are an all-powerful genie hailing from the days of antiquity—”

“Which I totally am!” She blurted.

Jason scowled.

She squeaked. “Oops. Sorry, master.”

He took a breath and decided to cut straight to the point. Less chance of being interrupted.

“How are you so familiar with contemporary slang and local vernacular?” He asked.

That sounded nicer than Why do you talk like an airheaded valley girl?

“Well, duh.” The buxom mega-babe rolled her eyes, instantly abandoning her contrite posture. “I live in a magic lamp, not a cave. There’s this little thing called the internet. I figured out how to magically connect to Wi-Fi, and now I have every streaming service. TLC is my fave. OMG, I’ve watched hours and hours and hours of yummy relationship drama!”

Reality television.

Huh.

Somehow, that explanation slid neatly into place in the growing pile of madness that was Naru.

“And that’s how you passed the time?” Jason asked, a note of sympathy creeping in. Trapped in a lamp with nothing to do but consume garbage content sounded like a special kind of hell. “Watching trash TV on repeat?”

Naru shrugged, setting her spectacular rack to jiggling again.

Jason very deliberately did not stare.

“That and porn.” She added brightly. “Lots and lots of porn!” She nodded toward the discarded lamp. “It gets kinda lonely in there. A girl needs a hobby. I’m super glad you mortals got over that stuffy, puritanical phase. This digital age is, like, sooo much more fun.”

Her gaze drifted—inevitably—back to the stiff outline in Jason’s pants.

He cleared his throat loudly and changed the subject before something happened which he couldn’t take back.

“Can you lie to me?” He asked, bending to retrieve the lamp. It hummed eagerly in his grasp, buzzing as if it recognized him. “Directly, indirectly, or by omission?”

Naru let out a long, defeated sigh.

“No,” she replied. “But this is one of those catch-twenty-two whatsits. I could, like, pinky-promise that I’m totally devoted to you, master. Ask me for anything, and you’ll see. But djinn have earned our bad reputation, and your kind is right to be cautious.”

For the first time, the bubbly genie seemed subdued.

Jason felt it through the lamp—the sincerity resonating in the brass. Her honesty. Her guileless earnestness. The crushing loneliness of decades spent set aside and forgotten.

He could relate.

“There’s a… a girl I like.” Jason said haltingly, then shook his head. “No—forget that. I should wish for world peace, right?”

Or an end to starvation. A cure for cancer. Something big and noble.

“Who’s the girl, master?” Naru asked, brow quirking with interest. “World peace sounds amazing! But, like, how would it even work? People and politics are, like, crazy complicated. I suppose I could snap a bunch of warring nations out of existence if you insist—”

“Jen’s a real peach.” Jason quickly cut in to avert global genocide. “She’s smart and kind and cute as a button in her own geeky way. Everyone likes her, even the mean girls at college. She volunteers at a soup kitchen and is simply an amazing human being.”

“Awwww, this Jen sounds super sweet!” Naru clasped her cheeks adorably. “Want me to nab her for you, master? We could turn her into your worshipful ****, like, totally gaga in love with you.”

“What? No!”

Jason was horrified. He found the very idea of magically twisting anyone’s feelings and free will abhorrent. It would be tantamount to mind ****. He said as much.

“Do you think so, master?” Naru tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Hmmm… I mean, we could make her enjoy it. Rewire her brain into a blissfully happy cocksleeve who lives to please you and cums like a freight train at the slightest touch of your–”

“Naru!”

“Okay, okay. Yeesh! This consent stuff is, like, tricky AF.” She conceded. “Wasn’t an issue a few centuries back. I once served a bandit prince who kidnapped the prettiest village girls for his harem, and they never complained. It sure beat getting married off to a dirt farmer.”

“That’s not how things are done anymore.” Jason explained, exasperated. “Women aren’t prizes or sex objects. They’re people with their own rights and freedoms who deserve respect.”

“Boo! That’s, like, Boring with a capital B, master.” The thicc genie scoffed, pointing at her hefty hooters. “Look at me, I’m totally a sex object–a bootylicious brat who adores a rough pounding. I super duper love my life! This one time, some idiot tried to free me from the lamp. I had to kick him in the balls before he could finish speaking the wish. Talk about awkward.”

Jason did look and couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Naru was undeniably sex on two legs. Long, shapely legs that would cause traffic accidents if she strutted down a street. He’d never met anyone so blatantly promiscuous, so outspokenly slutty (the term seemed oddly appropriate in her case), so ready to knock boots at a moment's notice.

He was honestly speechless, staring at her button-straining breasts as they heaved passionately.

Seeing that she held his attention, Naru cupped her mighty orbs and lifted them towards him. A sly grin stole across her mesmerizing face.

“Like, you could order me to suck you off, and I’d do it in a heartbeat.” The lamp in Jason’s hand thrummed truth. Her offer was legit. “Wanna fuck deez monster titties, master? Then push me down and go buck wild, that would be sooo fucking hawt!” The lamp buzzed. True again. “There’s no act too filthy for this THOT. Slap me around, I’ll beg you for more. ****? Only if you promise to leave bruises.”

Another hum. Also true.

Jason groaned.

Her voice had risen to a high, girlish octave, as she fluttered those thick, dark lashes like butterfly wings.

He was a virgin, saving himself for the right girl, and fate had dropped a mythical nympho in his lap. A shamelessly lewd strumpet intent on throwing herself at him. His cock lurched, hardening into steel, painfully restricted by his pants.

“You never need to ask for my consent, master. You already have it and always will.” Naru cooed, pressing that lush valley of cleavage against the stiff bulge in Jason’s crotch. “You own it, like you own me. I’m yours to take. To use in any way you desire. Forever.”

True. True. True.

“Naru…”

Even through their clothing, her mountainous milkers felt wonderfully soft, sandwiched around his unpresuming prick. She squeezed and mashed them together while her jasmine perfume scent-bombed his olfactory, driving away rational thoughts.

“Naru…” Jason tried again, the lamp slipping from limp fingers to thud on the carpet.

“Pleeeease, master. I’ve been alone for soooo long.” Naru implored in kitten-ish tones, tit-humping him faster. “Djinn like me require regular infusions of… um, call it our masters’ essence to survive. I’m, like, literally starving to ****. My power is stupidly weak right now. I only need a teensy taste to top me up. Then we can sweep your sweetheart off her feet in a totally consensual way.”

She gave him the world’s largest goo-goo eyes–two hazel stars blazing in her bewitching countenance.

Jason’s resolve crumbled like overbaked shortbread.

She felt impossibly good, thrusting against him. And he didn’t want her to starve…

“O-okay. Maybe just this once, but nothing too crazy–”

Naru let out an excited squee before yanking down his jeans.

“It’s totally cool, master.” She babbled ardently, fishing out his unexceptional length. “I can see you’re shy. I’ll only play with it a little. Like, it won’t be that different than if you were doing it yourself, right? Except this way, you can use that big smart brain to think about Jen and how to capture her heart while I take care of everything.”

Think about Jen…

The name alone brought images of Jason’s crush rushing to mind, even as Naru blew warm breath across his sensitive tip. Was it right to be dreaming about Jen at a time like this?

He could almost see her sitting there in the bleachers, book in hand, wearing a mid-length tartan skirt and a thin sweater that hugged her nubile frame. Her coffee-coloured hair would be tied back in a sensible ponytail, exposing her slender neck and slim shoulders.

“That’s it, master. Picture her. Picture Jen and think about how much you desire her.” Naru crooned in a voice sweet enough to pour on pancakes. She rubbed him gently, tenderly, her fingers gliding in a luxuriously slow rhythm. “Think about how you’ll win her affections. What does she want in a man?”

Jason had no idea. Not a spineless, nerve-wracked wimp like him who couldn’t muster the courage to approach her, assuredly. No woman could be attracted to a guy like that. A guy like him.

Not even an angel like Jen, who never spoke ill of anyone and wouldn’t hurt a fly.

Jason felt extremely aware of his shortcomings in that moment.

“Is it wealth? Fame? Power?” Naru cooed, her stroke quickening with wicked intent. “Because I can, like, totally give you those in spades, master. It’ll be dead easy. Say the word, and I’ll shower you in all three.”

She tapped his flushed crown against the heavy slopes of her cleavage, smearing a glossy splotch of precum across her dusky skin. Jason groaned helplessly, his thoughts scattering beneath the onslaught of sinful sensation.

“No—no, Jen isn’t like that… I don’t think,” he panted, fighting the urge to erupt immediately. He still had some manly pride, dammit. “She’s not shallow or-or a gold digger—aaah! She’s—she’s—shit, I don’t know!”

Frustration welled up behind his eyes, hot and humiliating. He needed to cum—but what he wanted was Jen. She was a decorous flower forever out of reach, so far out of his league it hurt to look up at her.

Who even knew what qualities she sought in a partner? As far as Jason knew, Jen didn’t have a boyfriend. She’d never openly dated anyone at college, despite being approached by admirers of every gender.

“There must be something that would catch her attention, master.” Naru purred. With a deft flick, she popped the button on her tiny vest, freeing her pillowy tits to envelop his rigid shaft. It disappeared between them as she continued to work him with practiced expertise. “Every girl fantasizes. We all, like, build our dream guy in our heads and flick our beans to him every night. It’s totally natural.”

Dream guy.

The words hit him like a revelation.

The only person who knew Jen’s ideal man—down to the finest detail—was Jen herself.

An idea bubbled up through the lust-fog of Jason’s mind. A plan. One that didn’t technically violate his principles… much. One that didn’t involve violating her thoughts or emotions.

It wouldn’t be mind **** if the subject consented, right?

His dick twitched between Naru’s buttery-soft mounds, balanced exquisitely on the edge of release. She was holding him there on purpose, stroking expertly, keeping him suspended on a razor-thin precipice.

“I-I wish…” Jason stammered, eyes squeezed shut.

It could work. Jen was a courageous, compassionate, and friendly girl. Surely, her hypothetical partner–dare he say lover?–would mirror those noble attributes. How could a saint like her settle for anyone lesser?

Suddenly, Jen’s lack of a boyfriend made complete sense. No one yet had been worthy of her innocent affections. None had measured up to her empathy and generous spirit.

But Jason could.

If he wished it.

“I wish…” He repeated, balls aching like two stubbed toes.

Her idealized lover would be handsome too, because what girl flicked their bean (as Naru so vulgarly put it) to an acne-ridden, ninety-pound dork like him? Jesus, the idea of Jen doing… that boiled his blood!

Jason began humping the horny genie’s enormous knockers, unearthing a rare streak of assertiveness as he got lost in the sizzling hot moment.

“I wish…” Energy seemed to gather around him, sticking to every syllable.

His bony shoulders trembled as invisible power weighed them down, heavy as anchors. Jason’s short hairs rose, crackling with static as he grunted and gasped, humping harder.

“Yes?” Naru urged breathlessly, cheeks flushed as she wrapped her enormous breasts tighter around him. “Please. Say it, master. Tell me what you want!”

“I WISH I WAS JEN’S DREAM GUY!” Jason howled, slamming himself deep into her cocooning titflesh. “A MAN SHE WOULD FANTASIZE ABOUT EVERY NIGHT!”

And with that shouted proclamation, he erupted.

What followed felt like a tsunami of sticky seed bursting from him–a cataclysmic climax that shook Jason down to his toes, crashing through him in ecstatic waves. Blast after gooey blast jetted from his titty-wrapped dick, stealing scraps of his soul with each explosive expulsion. A dwindling handful of rational brain cells feebly suggested that such a thing wasn’t possible, but they were quickly drowned out by a rapturous, overwhelming majority.

His cry had barely finished echoing off the walls when Naru lifted a dainty hand and snapped her fingers, an unabashedly orgasmic expression twisting her bewitching face.

“Oh yes, Master! Wish granted!”

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