She found the answer in her master's memories as she ransacked them for information, surprisingly from his background studying "science."
"It's the first law of thermodynamics, Peter. Energy can never truly be destroyed," she heard a teacher tell him in a memory from back before his powers manifested, "Just transformed."
The answer was against her nature but there was an escape now.
Inara would stop being an ifrit but, rather than transform herself into some simpering do-gooder bimbo genie, she would become raw, evil energy.
Inara's very own essence was now powering the spell that was trying to **** her to comply with that bastard Peter Parker's wish to defile her own nature but, as these bitches were soon to learn, that was about to become a double-edged sword. This was a risky gambit but, even if it failed, it would mean she'd dissolve into raw magical power rather than give into granting that idiotic wish as it was intended and end up damning herself.
Rather than continue to fight the drain, Inara embraced it. She pushed more of herself into the spell in a flood of energy, dissolving her own sinful, sex-obsessed self into it, and creating a surge of unexpected power. As something so inherently carnal, she had never once imagined doing what she was about to do, so Inara was certain they hadn't planned for it either. With a grin that was more of a baring of teeth, she dissolved her physical form and became a being of pure thought.
Pure evil, corrupting thoughts.
***
The four sorceresses were sweating with effort, their hair floating in the air. Rivulets of sweat dropped trickled down their bodies as they chanted in a chorus. The energies suddenly roared to life with an additional purple sparks added to the four existing colors. The Spectacular Spider-Stud, Peter Parker, had been simply standing there but was now trembling and floating off the ground from the **** of the spell. Santana, insanely, started to laugh.
A concerned Spider-Slut moved forward but Jackpot held her back.
"Gwen, no! You can't break the circle, we just have to trust that it's all going to-"
Without warning, the occasional flickering of purple energy among the white, red, green and yellow suddenly became an overwhelming blinding blast of violet light that quickly began to tinge the other colors with it's own vibrant hue.
"Uh, is that supposed to be happening?" Black Cat interjected with a quirked eyebrow.
Each one of the sorceresses were prepared for Inara to fight back but not quite like this.
***
Clea felt the surge of energy first. The elegant plantinum blonde beauty's whole body shivered with the unexpected **** of the ifrit's entire being being slammed into the very spell designed to entrap her. True to her kindly nature, the princess's first thought was one of worry for everyone around her - without an ifrit to entrap at its center, would the spell even hold? But then, as she was rocked psychically, another thought took hold.
Why should she, a member of royalty, have to be **** to obey the whims of some spider-themed degenerate and his bevy of harlots? The mere thought was suddenly repulsive, disgusting, utterly beneath her. Why should she not simply take all of Inara's power for herself? The idiotic ifrit had clearly thought to try and overwhelm them all with this reckless gambit but, for a sorceress such as herself, it would be mere child's play to absorb the entirety of her reality-warping essence in pure energy form. With it, she could truly rule all the dimensions with a benevolent, godlike hand. All would love her and despair! All she had to do was-
***
-absorb the energy of the spell before these other witless fools did it first! Satana let out a lusty laugh of triumph. Why, it was all so suddenly obvious to her! She was already a daughter of Satan - who better to absorb all the power of an ifrit of pure lust? Why, with this much power, she need not hide in the shadows and indulge her wicked vices only when allowed! She would become triumphant! A literal goddess of sex and damnation! She moaned and felt her nipples harden and her pussy churn beneath the thin, tight black outfit she wore, aroused and thrilled at the thought of having the ability to warp reality to her most sensual desires at her will. All it would take was just a simply twist of the spell to-
***
-make all the power hers! It would be so simple, so easy, the Darkchylde whispered to Illyana as it it quickly overtook her. This is already YOUR realm! You should control ALL that exists in it, the voice sneered - her own voice, all of her darkest thoughts made manifest. Magik groaned as lustful thoughts came to her mind unbidden and uncontrollable - Nightcrawler's head buried between her thighs while she yanked on a chain around his neck. Spider-Stud sucking on one of her tits as she pulled at his matching collar as well. The dark hair of the woman sucking on her other nipple could only be Kitty's, her secret, forbidden crush now her love ****. Horns began to grow out of her forehead as she imagined even more mouths and hands and cocks desperately, fervently worshiping every inch of her body in a mixture of **** lust, fear and total devotion. Everyone could be slaves to her pleasure with so much power combined with her Soulsword! All it would take would be just-
***
-one simple twist of the spell to make the ifrit's power truly, wholly hers! Amora had spent decades now as the most degraded, disrespected member of the Spider-Harem. A joke used as a whore and a scullery maid. Worse yet, she had been conditioned to love it! Each order brought an orgasm more mind-shatteringly powerful and addictive than the last. It had been so long since she had been her true self - powerful, a beauty beyond compare who controlled men - that she had almost forgotten her true self. But now, suddenly, the almost cold embers of her evil, controlling self fanned themselves into a roaring blaze! It was Inara's fault that she had been reduced to such a simpering, shameful mockery of her past self, a simpering, whorish servant of a mere mortal. How delicious, how utterly perfect would it be for the same ifrit's power to restore her to her old self and more? Now, instead, she would be the one controlling Peter Parker and all the women around him to obey her! Reality was now hers to control!
Amora let out a laugh of triumph as she knew for a fact that all she had to do was-
***
Clea let out a haughty huff of disdain as she knew for a fact that all she had to do was-
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Darkchylde panted with wrath and lust as knew for a fact that all she had to do was-
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Satanna let out an orgasmic moan of pleasure as she knew for a fact that she had to do was-
***
Suddenly, all four sorceresses screamed the same words at the same time, their eyes flashing purple.
"INARA! I CLAIM THY POWER! I MAKE THEE MINE!"
"Well, that's not good." Peter said drolly as he prepared for all hell to break loose - literally and figuratively.
***
Inara had only a few seconds to admire the elegance of what she'd accomplished before the spells began to do their wicked work.
It had been the overly specific phrasing of the wish that had inspired this second half of her plan.
"I specifically wish that you - Inara the Ifrit, whom I now see before me - would transform herself into a genuinely good, kind, helpful and dim-witted bimbo genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, loves obeying every wish and command given to her in the spirit it was intended and will never hurt anyone unless so commanded!"
That one little clause and Amora's comment about the one called Multiple Man had given her a brilliant idea. The spell itself was already duplicating her power - why not simply duplicate herself?
Inara the ifrit let her power become pure essence, pure energy, and in doing so, refracted herself like light bouncing off two mirrors facing one another. The wish specified that at least one of her would become a useless bimbo, exactly as requested - a wish must always be granted after all.
"Fix me later! After you RUIN Peter Parker's life!" were that Inara's last words before she warped and twisted her original self into a brainless, blonde bimbo mockery of her old self. What remained in the center of the spell was now a bimbo genie instead of a genius ifrit - but it hardly mattered now.
The four sorceresses, corrupted by Inara's will, had all greedily tried to subsume her as raw power. Foolish mortals! An ifrit was a being of pure power, smoke and lust and fire incarnate, so herself and her power were one. To claim an ifrit's power was to become an ifrit!
Clea's pale skin began to darken and her slim curves began to swell as she let out a mocking laugh of snide triumph. Her sensible purple unitard began to dissolve and reform into sheer silks.
Satana's wild red locks began to shimmer and become black as midnight as her red eyes turned a shade of violet, throwing back her head and grasping her swelling tits with both hands, letting out a triumphant moan of pure, lustful pleasure.
Amora's blonde locks and pale skin began to darken as well, her already voluptuous body growing even more curvaceous, the green of her uniform turning into gauzy silks.
Finally, Illyana, subsumed by her Darkchylde persona, was subsumed yet again. Her horns shrank and vanished and her cloven hooves reformed themselves into shapely legs ending in purple smoke as the Soulsword - the only means of exiting this featureless dimension which she now ruled - stopped glowing with a golden light and instead became a shimmering shade of violet.
Black Cat, Jackpot and Spider-Slut all nervously took a step backwards near Peter Parker, the incredible Spider-Stud.
For the first time in a very long time, his Spidey Sense was buzzing so forcefully in response to danger that he could barely think.
Suddenly, four copies of Inara the Ifrit in slightly different outfits were there - each one utterly free of any compulsion to obey Peter Parker or grant his wishes, each of them smiling at Peter and his women with an evil, triumphant sneer. The buxom blonde bimbo in the circle in pink silks that had once been the original Inara - and was now Peter's only hope - just giggled idiotically and drooled onto her massive boobs as she stared at him with big, blue, brainless eyes.
"Face it, tiger," the four Inaras mockingly said in unison, as one of them completely closed the portal back to Earth and the rest advanced on him and his harem, "you just lost the jackpot!"
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