Makes them a little more balanced, then fuck Pyrrha.

"This is so sudden..." Markus chuckled ruefully as he face palmed. "You're both hopeless... What AM I going to do with you two?"

"Whatever you want!" "Fuck me stupid!" They said at the same time. Mira and Pyrrha traded grins, then with identical smiles- ""What she said!""

Markus, while finding them hot, wasn't keen on them being all sex all the time. "Gah, I wish that you both wouldn't constantly have sex on the mind, enough that you can still function normally at least," he chuckled as he took Pyrrha's hand and guided her towards the wall. She followed easily, eager to do as he wanted.

Mira pouted. "Aww... Yes, Master." She snapped her fingers, dialing back her arousal and Pyrrha's.

Pyrrha on the other hand, blinked as the rampant arousal that had overwhelmed her senses faded to something more normal. Still ridiculously horny- just not so much it was a pink haze scrambling her thoughts.

Her hands and forehead rested against the wood paneling- cedar, she thought distantly- and she relaxed against the cool surface with her eyes closed tight. Pyrrha barely noticed Markus gripping her by the hips, unconsciously spreading her thighs and sticking out her ass at the perfect angle. "Wow, that's a weird feelinnnnNNGHAaa~"

The shriek of surprised pleasure trailed off into a breathy moan. Markus grunted in her ear, impressed at how easily he'd slipped in to the base, it was almost like Pyrrha had pulled him in.

"Yes! Fuck me~" Pyrrha hissed, the muscles in her back tensing as she thrust backwards, forcing his shaft even deeper. "Use me~"

Markus nearly stumbled at the sudden **** of her thrust, gaining a competitive smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes. His grip tightened and he firmed his stance as he countered.

Mira hovered nearby, paying rapt attention and torn between the desire to ask permission to finger herself, and enjoying the submissive denial as her Master began fucking his other **** in earnest. As a compromise, she stuck a nipple in her mouth while her fingers toyed with the other.

He held Pyrrha's hips, and began to move his own back and forth, thrusting into her. "I wish Pyrrha was immune to STDs, and that I had the ability to only knock someone up if I intend to," he grunted towards Mira as he got to work, establishing a steady rhythm.

"Grmmphm!" Mira mumbled around the tit in her mouth as she obliged.

Markus and Pyrrha both twitched as the wish changed them. Pyrrha gasped as a cool tingle spread through her entire body, but focused on her genitals. Markus groaned and lost the rhythm of his thrusts, turning to short and rapid motions as his balls heated up the same time he gained an awareness of his own fertility.

Along with a dizzying amount of control. Whether a woman he came inside got pregnant was no longer a matter of chance, instead it was only his intention that mattered. He could decide if the next egg was fertilized, what chromosomes he could contribute, tip the scales on the sex and even appearance of the resulting embryo. There was even more he could sense, more he could change, but he shied away for now.

"I'm cumming, Master!" Pyrrha sounded shocked, thrilled, but shocked as she clamped down on the shaft in her pussy.

There were much more pressing issues at the moment. The woman shuddering on his dick and the genie enjoying the show were two, while the growing pressure was a third.

He pressed harder into Pyrrha, moaning as he did, enjoying how she felt while wrapped around his cock. He grunted and came, actively choosing to shoot blanks into her. As he emptied himself into Pyrrha, he slumped, panting. "...did you take liberties to add more control to my fertility for me?" he asked Mira curiously as he wheezed, his skin sheening with a layer of sweat.

Ahn~ yeah?" Mira switched to fondling herself with both hands to answer. "I have some wiggle room on the wishes— not in a way that'd be bad or against your will! But unless you're super precise with what you want me to do and how, the specifics are up to my discretion."

"So..." Markus pulled out, his hands caressing Pyrrha's hips and lower back. "If I wished, as an example, for someone's hair to change color. You could change their genetics or past or whatever, unless I said to dye it that color?"

"Yup!" Mira nodded. "Though I probably wouldn't change someone's history. That can get messy real fast, and true time manipulation is forbidden."