Peter's careful plan unfolds over the next few days but the three sorceresses have some caveats and conditions

"Could you please have your-"

Clea paused to think of a way to refer to Spider-Stud's harem inoffensively, trying to hold back her distaste.

"Lovers cover themselves? Or at least stop openly fornicating? We will need whatever remains of Amora's focus, full intellect and magicks if we are to come up with some sort of way to not only bind but transform something as powerful as your ifrit."

Peter shrugged his slim but muscular shoulders as he slid out of Gwen with an audible pop and gently stood her up on shaky legs, then slid his softening cock back into a tight spandex prison.

"You heard her. Let's not make our guests uncomfortable, ladies. Puritan protocols until we get this ifrit shit sorted out. Get dressed and don't fuck in front of our guests, unless they ask."

"You certainly don't have to get dressed on MY account!" purred Satanna with a moue, licking her lips at the carnality around her. "I"ll ask!"

"I'm not complaining either." Illyana added drolly in her husky, Russian-accented voice, giving Peter's softening but still impressive cock an appreciative glance. "But sure, if it helps the blonde with the giant rack focus, whatever."

Spider-Stud shrugged and smirked before replying.

"Really no need, honestly. I just need to say-"

He paused and looked at Amora, who was sliding herself into an extremely distressed emerald green tube top and hot pants that barely covered her generous curves per his previous command. The supervillainess turned fucktoy squeaked out another powerful orgasm as a result of obeying his previous command before looking at her Master adoringly.

"Amora, you need to focus and use your full intellect to help solve this ifrit problem. Remember the way you used to be before becoming my Asgardian cum dumpster and be like that to solve the problem-"

"But not evil, don't forget that part!" MJ added hastily as she began the hefty task of stuffing her massive boobs into a blue and red corset with black spiders on each cup.

"But not evil," Peter added without skipping a beat, winking at the redhead, "still dedicated to my happiness above all else."

The blonde's usually vapid, eager features reformed themselves, her green eyes actually glittering with intelligence instead of wanton, servile lust. She even wiped her full pink lips to get various fluids off of them.

"As you command, Master." she replied with a cool, calm professionalism, then took in the other three magic users. "Ladies, I believe we each bring unique assets to the table. It doth behoove us to share them with one another so we may achieve our new collective goal."

Black Cat chuckled as she zipped her skintight black and white catsuit closed again.

"Is it weird that this new her is kinda doing it for me?" she asked Gwen casually with a glance at Amora.

"No, it's honestly a nice change of pace." Spider-Slut replied with a small grin, adjusting her pleated skirt to just barely cover her pussy and pert ass after sliding a blue thong up her thighs. The thong was vinyl of course, since her pussy never ever stopped being wet. "Maybe he could even keep her like this after we get this ifrit shit problem, ah, put to bed."

Inara, meanwhile, fumed at her summoner.

"Peter Parker, I SWEAR that you will SUFFER for this insolence!" she hissed. "Do you think four mortals will be able to transform my very nature in THREE days when I have existed for millennia untold? I-"

"Yap, yap, yap." Peter interjected with a rude gesture, adjusting his impressive cock deeper into his tights, before turning away from her to the four magicians. "Sorry, I was talking to the ifrit, she sure likes to monologue. If my Spidey-Sense hadn't already buzzed it'd be a clear giveaway."

He grunted and stood from his chair to approach the four powerful magic users.

"Now, sorceress squad - do you ladies need me here because the ifrit is tied to me or can we move you all someplace quieter to hash things out without me? I still have to deal with servicing the line of SHIELD agents out there but I wouldn't want to offend or, ah, distract anyone."

Satanna looked around the room eagerly, as if trying to spy the invisible ifrit herself, while Clea sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of her nose as she responded.

"From what all the legends say, the ifrit is inextricably tied to her summoner. I regret to say that I believe you will need to stay within close proximity to us for the next three days."

"Good thing that time does not pass normally in Limbo then." Illyanna replied with a cheery grin and giving Spider-Stud an unapologetic leer up and down. "Maybe that'll stretch out our time frame. I can portal us all there and we might even be able to see her considering how demons show up there."

"Oh, brilliant! And how fun! I haven't visited Limbo since the 1600's!" Satanna responded, rubbing her black clad hands with glee.

"We should gather up any spellwork components we might require before we doth transfer ourselves and my beloved Ma-, er, Spider-Stud to a new dimension, as well as make preparations should the transfer give the ifrit an upper hand of some kind." the now all-business Amora responded thoughtfully as she adjusted her top, unused to wearing this much clothing after being a usually nude fuckpet for so many years.

Peter's glance had never fully left Inara, since she was an active threat in his mind. Her scowl hadn't flickered once as the sorceresses discussed their plans but he did notice her tense up visibly and grimace when they mentioned a transportation to Limbo. It was likely that being invisible to everyone but her "Master" didn't leave her much of a poker face.

"Yeah, I think you're on the right track. Doesn't look like she likes that Limbo idea one bit."

"I will turn you and everyone you love into **** addicted street whores!" the ifrit hissed in response. "If you dare to try and defile my nature, I will-"

Peter experimentally shot a burst of webbing at Inara's full lips and sighed when it flew through her and hit the wall.

"Maybe that'll work in Limbo." he muttered. "Sorry, carry on, ladies."

With various nods of agreement, the four women spoke animatedly about possible plans, safety measures and components. Peter let out a little chuckle. It was something of a novelty for four hot women to ignore him.

"What's the plan for the rest of the day, Spider?" Black Cat purred as she pressed against his left arm. "We're gonna have a bunch of pissy SHIELD agents if we have to reschedule."

Peter cleared his throat at the quartet of sorceresses.

"Hey, magical girls, you mind taking the brainstorming part of this to the room behind this one? I've got some great responsibilities to take care of for SHIELD, if you catch my drift. I'll just be one door away, doing my best to, uh, keep the noise down."

Illyana and Satanna shrugged while Clea grimaced, Amora already in motion to the bedroom behind the meeting room, eager as always to satisfy another order from her Master.

"Please refer to me as Princess Clea, not 'magical girl,' if you would, I-"

The noise of a loud squealing orgasm interrupted the platinum blonde princess as Amora successfully entered the new room.

"Ah! Eee! EEEE! Apologies, ladies, I orgasm whenever I satisfy any of my Ma-, er, Spider-Stud's commands. I assure you, I am still a competent sorceress. Please, join me?"

Clea let out a long sigh and followed the other women into the room, muttering darkly in her native tongue.

***
The rest of the day passed by in the usual sexy way, a hot albeit slightly boring and annoying blur for Peter Parker with his harem being encouraged to keep themselves dressed and PG rated as he did his job. While there were certainly way worse jobs than getting blowjobs from sexy secret agents in skintight jumpsuits all day (while your harem that included a cat burglar, a literal porn star and a supermodel watched), the ifrit let loose a constant stream of threats, invective and pleads that he had to ignore. Of course, even Inara's rants and threats the entire day couldn't ruin it, considering how she jiggled like crazy when she got mad and stomped her feet. While he wasn't fully focused, his harem took up the slack. Gwen secretly took note of which women got superpowers in addition to sexy physical enhancements while MJ slipped a few of them her number to see if they'd like to join some or all of them later for some private time.

"Damn, did you see that last girl? An ass like that with vibration powers? I'd love to see how she can use them for fun!" purred Felicia.

MJ nodded enthusiastically.

"Mmm, yeah, I'd love to see Quake's booty live up to her- oh, hey!"

The four women came out of the back room. Satanna and Amora were outright grinning with delight while the others seemed pleased to a lesser degree.

"We believe that we have come up with a suitable plan to transform the ifirt of lust into the, ah, kindly genie you've described." Clea said with a thoughtful incline of her head. "But each of us besides Amora have certain requirements before we take such drastic action."

"Uh, invulnerability and a healing factor wasn't enough?" Gwen replied archly. "You're here because you owe us a favor, not the other way around!"

"Be that as it may, Spider-Slut, we hold all the proverbial cards and we don't plan to go unrewarded for such a dangerous and complex bit of spellwork!" Satanna replied back with a smug little grin.

"Mine deepest apologies, I was not able to drive them away from this course of action-" Amora began, looking crestfallen.

"I want you to use one of your fun little sex wishes to make sure all the mutants on Krakoa can live a happy horny existence for the rest of their lives once we undemonize this bitch." Illyana interrupted with a smirk. "And to spend a few nights with you and some of your hot little harem."

"I was also going to make the latter request, obviously," Satanna chimed in with a lustful leer at the assembled group "but my actual cost is higher - I wish to have the first, full usage of the transformed ifrit once our spellwork is complete and you have used all your remaining wishes with her."

"Whereas I am absolutely not going to allow the so called daughter of Satan to have such unmitigated power without oversight." Clea responded with a frosty glare. "My caveat is that I have the first usage of the ifrit turned genie after, not her. She is still allowed a second usage once I've had my turn or the ability to cast wishes with my specific permission and oversight."

"It's his ifrit, no? The handsome Spider-Stud should make the decision." Satanna purred. "If it matters, I will happily let you put it anywhere you want." she added in a stage whisper while squeezing his bicep.

Peter sighed and stretched, popping his neck as he thought about all the requests.

"First of all, sure, to fucking any and all of you that are interested. My harem and I always love a good team-up."

Felicia, Gwen and MJ all made little noises of enthusiastic agreement while giving the sorceresses come hither looks.

"Secondly, Illyana? You're good. Love that you're not being as greedy as these two."

The leggy blonde Russian shrugged, her black leather hot pants squeaking as she slid down to sit on a nearby chair.

"Kind of you, but, honestly? I do not trust this shit not to go sideways. Knowing my luck, we might end up giving Inara free reign or making her too much of a stupid bimbo." she replied with a smirk. "I'll probably ask the Council or one of the big brain types back on the island to phrase the wish just so before we try it, all while I spend a week with you and yours making out."

"Heh. Fair." he replied before turning towards Clea and Satanna. "As for the other two requests, how about this? Each of you gets to use her for a full seven wishes from the new Inara BUT you each makes a, uh, I don't know, magical vow? Yeah, a magical vow that both of you only get to make wishes that the other fully approves of, otherwise, no wishes at all. And whomever gets the first set of wishing is up to a coin flip."

Both the scantily clad redhead and the silver haired princess began to raise their objections, only for Peter to raise a finger.

"No negotiations on that one. Remember, I can always just use my extremely pissed off sex ifrit to make you two into the dumbest new members of my harem. And I'm pretty sure nobody wants that, given how said ifrit has been ranting at me all fucking day about vengeance and how much even discussing this plan pisses her off."

Inara, who had at this point just given up and was sulking with her arms crossed over her chest in a corner, briefly perked up with an eager look.

"You wouldn't dare!" Clea snarled indignantly, blue eyes narrowing with shock and anger.

"Oh, I rather think he would! After all, he already turned one of the women he loves most into a porn star with tits the size of pumpkins BEFORE becoming the man he is today." Satanna said with an admiring grin. "Mmm, and here I didn't think you could get any hotter!"

"Hey, they're more watermelon sized than pumpkin." MJ huffed in the background, mostly to herself.

"And that's why we love them." purred Felicia, giving them a quick honk, making the redhead giggle.

"Your choice." Spider-Stud said with a shrug, focusing on the sorceresses with an impassive look. "You're all just free to leave but that means this evil ifrit is going to make people's lives worse AND you don't get any wishes."

"Ugh! Fine! I agree to your terms, under protest." Clea grumbled after a few moments, her full lips curling into a frown.

With a shrug, Satanna nodded.

"I also agree to said terms."

"Ma- er, Spider-Stud, may I also have use of a wish?" Amora asked meekly.

"Huh? I never expected YOU to try and put me over a barrel, Awhora." Peter responded with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oh, I would never! It is merely that, since thou hast given me more time to think and being so near a mutant, I realized I could become even of more use to thee had I greater or additional powers!" the gorgeous blonde replied, blushing. "Perhaps I could duplicate mineself like the Multiple Man or copy the sexiest attributes of those you find most alluring like Mystique or Rogue? The wish would, of course, be thine to command me to make."

Peter nodded slowly.

"Hm. Good thinking. Fuck, I forgot how smart you could be. Yeah, I'll put in a pin in that but we'll come back to it."

He turned to the group and clapped his hands.

"But for now, let's get going! We've got a ifrit to bimbofy and now only about two days and three nights to do it!"

Everyone nodded and got to work while Peter wandered over to Gwen and whispered in her ear.

"Make sure nobody betrays us and they stick to the agreement we made, OK?"

Gwen chuckled, low and sultry, while squeezing his bicep before replying.

"Your wish is my command."

***

Two days later, after Gwen had taken each member of the magical quartet who wasn't Amora aside for some "brief conversation," it was finally time.

"Cutting it close but, luckily, time does not move the same way in Limbo." purred a very loose-limbed and relaxed looking Illyana Rasputin, who had spent all of her time not focused on casting the spell having a very satisfying evening with Peter and the rest of his harem. "If you have anything or anyone you want to bring with last minute, now is the time, yes?"

"I am perfectly prepared." Clea replied coldly while Satanna merely gave a thumbs up to the group before whispering again into Amora's ear. The two had become something of fast friends over the course of the preparation, neither one terribly moral and both eager to share beauty and sex related spellwork with one another when time allowed.

"Cool. All right, girls, huddle up. There's no better group I'd rather take into hell with me." Peter rumbled affectionately while making a motion for Black Cat, Spider-Slut and Jackpot to come in closer before Magik opened up her portal beneath them all.

"Aw, we love you too, Stud!" Gwen responded with a chuckle as the floor lit up with a yellow eldritch glow.

As they all appeared in the featureless gray void of Limbo, the sorceresses began chanting and moving into action immediately. Illyana nicked Peter in the arm to get a drop of his blood, then carved a circle with a pentagram inside of it into the air with her Soulsword. Satanna followed closely, directing hellfire to burn very specific herbs, then gesturing to make the smoke and fire follow and recreate and reinforce the pattern. Clea began to float in the lotus position, gesturing with arcane spell movements to reinforce the spell, white energy forming a lattice beneath the circle where dimensions seemed to refract infinitely upon themselves. Amora's eyes glowed pure green as she gestured to form a snare, runes drawn across her naked body in Peter's fluids, using the **** of her sex magicks to drag the ifrit into the trap.

Inara howled in rage as she became visible for the first time in ages to anyone but those who touched her lamp - first as a heat mirage, flickering and see-through, then decidedly more solid as the realm of Limbo and the spells began to impact her.

"Wow, Pete wasn't kidding about how hot she is!" MJ purred with a cocked head and narrowed eyes as she watched the curvy ifrit in gauzy purple silks struggle and jiggle while being pulled into the circle.

"THAT'S what you're focusing on right now?" a slightly rattled Gwen whispered back with a snort.

"It's all gonna be fine, Legs, you'll see" Felicia purred back, giving Spider-Slut a comforting arm around the shoulders. "Mmm, I hope she stays a brunette when they bimbofy her, we don't have one of those yet-"

Clea turned to give them an annoyed glare as she continued to chant and float.

"Oh, sorry, shutting up now!" Black Cat responded, miming zipping her full lips.

Just in time, it turned out, as suddenly Inara's smoky, accented voice began to ring out across all of Limbo.

"PETER PARKER! I WILL SEE YOU SUFFER FOR ALL ETERNITY FOR THIS! I SWEAR ON MY NAME, YOU-" Inara screamed as she was dragged into the center of the seemingly endless circle, only for her voice to freeze on the final syllable - the single cry becoming a sudden one-note chorus as copies upon copies upon copies of her appeared.

Amora moved forward and all four sorceresses moved to face each other across the circle, each in a cardinal direction. This was the most dangerous part of the spell and it would take all of their concentration and power. The goal was to refract the ifrit and turn her own power upon herself, leaving her too dizzied, diminished and distracted to try and warp or twist Peter Parker's wish in any way. They chanted in unison and focused on their goal.

A few minutes in, four sets of glowing eyes snapped around to look at Spider-Stud in unison as the four energies - red, yellow, green and white - began to crackle and peak, forming a near tornado of power in the circle.

Without any hesitation, Peter Parker made his fourth wish as he stepped into the circle - a deliberate wish carefully worded and planned out over the course of the last three days.

"Inara, for my next wish, 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!"

The words seemed to reverberate in everyone's bones when spoken as the power of an ifrit became intertwined with a spell designed to **** her to warp herself beyond recognition into something wholly new...