What do you do now?

Look for Help/Answers at Antique Shop

You weren't sure what to do. Your information about Ifrits from Dungeons and Dragons was clearly incorrect and thus useless, and you had no idea what to do about your massive cock, still hard despite cumming so much you weren't sure how long it would take to clean up. You weren't even sure if Inara was still here invisible, or back in the idol waiting for you to make a wish. What you did know was you needed help.

You vaguely remembered some sort of antique shop in the local mall, about 20 minutes drive from here. It wouldn't be easy to hide your thick, hard dick, but with some difficulty perhaps you could strap it to my leg? It would make walking awkward but awkward was better than nothing, and probably wouldn't be noticed in a mall on a Saturday anyway.

The process of strapping yourself down was a humiliating, clumsy ordeal of old belts and aching adjustment. You finally managed it, the monstrous weight a strange, tethered pendulum against your thigh as you pulled on loose jeans and a dark t-shirt. The reflection in your bedroom mirror was a stranger—trim, defined, handsome—but his eyes were wide with panic behind the familiar glasses.

You drove to the mall in a daze, the radio’s chatter just noise. Every slight movement reminded you of the alien anatomy bundled against your leg, a secret so absurd it felt like a fever dream. Parking the car, you took a steadying breath, the scent of hot asphalt and distant food court grease flooding through the open window.

“You seek mortal answers to a divine problem,” Inara’s voice purred, sudden and intimate in your right ear. You flinched, your heart hammering against your ribs. “How adorable. The shop you remember closed three years ago. But look.”

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Inara The Ifrit

An evil genie with a taste for tormenting her users

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Everyone's pretty familiar with genies or jinn - you rub the lamp, you get three wishes. Ifrits are a little different. They both live in lamps and grant wishes but Ifrit specifically take delight in causing harm - either by twisting the owner's wishes around Monkey's Paw style or by forcing someone good and pure to make wishes that are purely sinful in nature. If someone summons an Ifrit, they're stuck with them until they've made 7 evil wishes, one for every deadly sin. They know everything that their owner knows, including all their secrets and hidden desires. What's worse, is that if some kind soul refuses to make a wish, the Ifrit can inflict penalties on the user once every evening until they do so - usually in the form of making a secret, sinful desire that person has kept hidden come true or just whatever the Ifrit thinks would be funny. Inara in particular is a Ifrit of lust, sex and vice - these are the things she enjoys the most and is very good at but she's not particular. While she won't deliberately kill someone - there's no fun in ending someone's suffering! - she'll do whatever her owner wishes for, so long as it hurts or corrupts someone. If some poor soul who is pure of heart summons her by accident, they're in for a dark, lusty ride, as she'll inflict her urge for sexual corruption on her owner until they're warped beyond recognition or give in and make those 7 wishes. And, unlike the number of evil wishes she can grant, the number of penalties she can inflict are unlimited until her "owner" is fully corrupted or finally gives in and makes the wishes. Of course, if their new owner is already sinful, they'll happily just alter reality to fit their evil whims. Which is why it is terribly troubling and unfortunate that Inara's lamp is found and activated by . . .