Archaeology

Oh, she was gorgeous when she was ruthless.

It wasn't the first time he felt that way watching Sam make another girl shrink against her. He had even been threatened by it, only to feel differently later on.

Kevin continued to admire from his watchful position in the lunchroom as his best friend's sister packed up her things and said something to Cassie, but then stopped and whispered something into his Natalia's ear. Sam's walk from the lunch room made it clear she had something on her mind.

He was interested to find out. The gaze of his dark orbs followed his thrall as Tali returned to her spot at the table next to Jessica Myers. The blonde, blue-eyed clone babbled on about something needlessly to one of the others at their table.

The dark outcast didn't reveal anything to his Latina as her violet eyes stared up at him to search for his response,

"And? What did you learn?"

The transformed teacher gulped and squirmed like any of her teenage cheerleaders would as she answered,

"She told Coach Peralez to fuck off. Lauren and Cassie wanted her to rejoin the squad, too, but she's stubborn."

Why shouldn't Sam be stubborn? Hearing that he told Peralez unwittingly to her face was enough to earn his smirk. Sure, his Natalia was his, and made to be as perfect to his as possible, but she was a creation. Kevin had no qualms of stating his response to his thrall's statement of the Red Queen's tenacity,

"That's because unlike all you other dumb conceited sluts, Samantha Harris is a pro. You said she was the best. Any coach would have to be dumbass to think she'd be the same. Why should she debase herself to your level?"

His perfectly transformed beauty looked at her owner with some confusion. Talia was capable, but she wasn't like Sam. Even she knew it as her voice grew hesitant,

"But, don't you want her to rejoin the squad? All the others confessed to wanting her back as well. She wasn't just my best athlete. She's an authority figure for the rest of them. For us…"

For an adult trapped in a teenager's body, Peralez still missed his point. Her new memories must've been getting to her. So, seeing himself as her owner, he stated it for her bluntly,

"And yet, she still quit on Natalie Peralez for Jessica Edwards, an unknowingly born **** destined to be less-than-human - a **** that debases herself for Sam's own brother. Because she takes care of those around her more than her own gain. Because that's what real loyalty is. The kind that you should have, Natalia."

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her teasingly,

"And you're loyal to me, now, aren't you?"

The Latina quickly nodded her head without hesitation but soon struggled with her words,

“Si, Si, Ma-um-Sir. Senor Scott, um….”

Kevin growled in annoyance as he inwardly cursed at his own best friend. He could see the nervous, adorable sense of shame that graced the young Latina, who could not use her familiar refrain because of his prior visit. Peralez had struggled to find a way to greet him since,

"Ah, right. That's still a problem for you. You'll need to call me something new now, won't you? Something that reminds you of your place."

He heard the crinkling of paper and raised an eyebrow as the young woman bashfully held out a folded piece. The nerdy teen slowly took it and opened it up with suspicion,

"What's this?"

The yellow woolen sleeves pressed against one another in front of the young woman's chest as she became bashful,

"I-It's a Spanish Vocabulary sheet. I-I made it for you. To help you study…."

Kevin scanned the sheet with his glasses and raised an eyebrow as he looked through all the terms. They weren't titles to help find a new title to call him, but a list of names and phrases to use at her. Almost all of them were derogatory in some way. That was a surprise.

Her violet eyes looked up like a puppy dog desperately needing attention or approval. The outcast sighed and reached a hand under the table and the young woman's skirt. He stroked her pussy roughly without showing any hint of any attention toward her on the surface.

All the changes probably made her as fucked up in the head as he was, but her behavior and constant presence were growing on him,

“Fuck it. Keep calling me Maestro. Comprende, Puta Idiota?”

His pet smiled as her breath hitched, and she happily nodded,

"S-Si, Maestro…."

Yeah. That sounded right when it came out of her mouth.

The well-built nerd squinted at the mental images of his best friend with his blonde ****,

'Take that, you fucking trolls….'

He saw the embarrassed smile on his Latina pet's lips as her legs squirmed underneath. Kevin lowered his head to her ear and growled,

"You don't cum unless I tell you to Puta. After lunch, you'll get one of the signed notes Dee-Dee gave you from your locker. Then I want you to take it to the office, take Myers' car home, and wait on your knees. I'll give the bitch a ride home. Understood?"

Her voice quivered in excitement and purred softly, "Si, Maestro…."

Kevin held out a hand and ordered his bimbo Jess doppelganger to get her keys. She obeyed, and then the nerd moved under the table and placed the keychain inside her underwear and between her pussy lips. The former teacher muffled her reaction as her owner pet the front of her snatch to let her know he was finished.

The Master and genie weren't around, so he would take his time today. He finished his lunch with his bitches and went back to classes. Like a good little pet, Natalia did as she was told and bounced herself back to base.

Now, he turned his attention to gym class and 4th period.

Luckily another pleasant surprise was the fact that his gym teacher and the school's former football coach was still a happy, horny little blonde nymph named Holly. Unlike Myers, the same qualms Simon had asked or pointed out in his texts weren't around to bug him.

So, while the rest of the gym class worked on doing reps on the court and the weight room, his cock was taking in reps as the blonde's petite frame squatted down in the locker room.

Knowing his friend, eventually, he'd relent and change the man back, but until then, Holly was a definite improvement. A chirpy, happy voice like an old workout tape in between moans,

"Thrust! Hinge! Ah! Good! Good!"

A woman this small made his altered, muscular body more easy to admire and appreciate. The fapping noises as Kevin grunted and rammed the blonde, making it the best gym class he ever had.

Unfortunately, that was until he was interrupted by the familiar big build of the Varsity Offensive Lineman and Samoan bodyguard named Jason.

He had a towel over his shoulder and looked like he was going to the weight room. Kevin watched his eyes nearly fall out of his head.

Shit.

"What the shit! The fuck are you…."

The Eastlake outcast scowled and found the familiar magical blue aura as it glowed around the football star again. Another one of the ****'s clique. Last week it was the big man that fucked his former coach good when everything was a hedonistic debauchery session. For a brief moment, Kevin mused about having the Samoan drop his shorts and split roast the tiny blonde, but having this being witnessed was too much of a hassle already.

"The football fuck fairy is having herself work out right now. You're just imagining fucking her from the gas leak. Get lost."

Jason shook his head and blinked as if he was seeing things. The large oaf rubbed his head and muttered that he was losing it as he returned to his locker. Kevin then finished off Holly Ranken by pinning her body to the wooden bench between locker rows and slammed his cock into her tight, round ass. Once he finished, he pulled himself from the petite woman and stopped to think.

'Holly Ranken wears an Eastlake-Themed-Buttplug after every Anal Fuck.'

With a popping sound, a red and black tiger-striped plug appeared into existence inside the tiny woman's ass, preventing his cum from leaking out. A golden outline of the school emblem perfectly positioned at the end. Kevin celebrated his accomplished dirty deed and amusement with a maniacal laugh and a clap of his hands.

As for Holly, he watched as the little energizer bunny hopped back to life, pulled up her tiny white hot pants, and ran back to her gym class.

That was fun.

He finished by making a quick rinse and walked out of the shower. Where he ran into Jason again. This time, the genie's clique member raised an eyebrow as if he was surprised there was another person in the locker room,

"Oi, Scott, how long have you been in here?"

Kevin looked at the lineman and rolled his eyes at the question,

"I just got out of class? Why do you care?"

Jason looked at the nerd again and scoffed him off as if he were a scrawny little wimp in his old body,

"Yeah, that's impossible. God, I'm seeing things. You? With Coach Ranken? I'm losing it. Kevin Scott screwing a teacher, or a woman, like that would even happen…."

The nerd narrowed his eyes. He was going to let the big guy off the hook, but maybe he'd fuck with him a little bit more. Saying Kevin wasn't able to get laid? Oh, Jason was gonna find out how wrong that was.

Or at least he would have if it wasn't for the sudden text that made him far more interested.

Olivia Cooper had followed through. His revitalized and corrupted biology teacher must've finally got it through her head that she was owned. Judging from the leather number she had bought herself, the wavy hair, the make-up, and most noticeable of all, her collar, she went through one hell of a transformation in the last few hours.

So he found a spot back in the showers and Facetimed his teacher pet to check to see how she had turned out. In fact, she nearly aced that first test. The most important person she ranked higher than her own daughters and husband was Kevin himself. However, one issue about her remained problematic: Her family. Simon had made a point, and like the annoying altruist he was at times, his friend's voice echoed that reminder during the call.

The Devil in Kevin thought about how to deal with that first, in the most erotic and twisted way possible. He would come to his teacher's house and fuck her in front of her own husband. Make it clear who the real man of the house was.

Two things silenced that voice, however. The first was the other voices in his head that stood up and said no.

'If you do this to someone, they can do it to you.'

'If you go too far, what will your friend think of you?'

'How much will it take to think you have enough?'

'You already have her. What's the point in being excessive?'

The second was Olivia Cooper, in her physical prime, as beautiful as he knew she would be, and entirely at his mercy, referring to her husband as "an old cuck" who couldn't satisfy her as her owner could.

His mind went to the past couple of weeks and having to take and witness his worst enemy, the Bitch-Queen-turned-****, and his best friend interacting with one another. Were they innocent? Fuck no. Were they able to outdo him in debauchery and power plays simultaneously when they needed to? Oh, hell yes. Were they out to make him into a monster? No. They knew what monsters were, that's why they wanted his help in stopping them.

The dark-haired teen rubbed a hand over his forehead and squeezed with a deep sigh and growl,

"God fucking damnit. What are you and your **** slut doing to me, Simon?"

So, Kevin Scott relented to his demand and disagreed with the devil. He informed his teacher that she would not have to perform in front of her husband, and instead, she would leave her home immediately and return to the Myers estate. That he would find something else to occupy her with. It would also give him more time to consider using the amulet to pacify her familial issues.

His transformed teacher was relieved and responded with only three words,

"Thank you, Master."

Kevin felt every hair stand on end, every shudder in his muscles, his cock growing hard immediately at the title.

Master.

No one had called him that.

In fact, he avoided it with all his collected sluts for one name or another for one reason alone.

It was the one word that Jessica Edwards had a seeming monopoly on. Simon was the Master, and she referred to his best friend as such every moment. It was a sheer ideal delight that the genie would refer to Kevin as Master, but it was not to be in this life. The Head Cheerleader of their high school said it so naturally toward Simon Harris it may have been his real name. She said it so often, and he had dangled it over her that the only voice he had ever heard it in was the genie's. And the only one it was directed towards was his best friend. In his mind, it had already become diluted by the association.

And yet - For the first time, someone had called Kevin Scott 'Master'.

He grinned and growled in delight at this woman that he transformed. Immediately, Olivia had lost all her complications. Fuck her family. She was his. To reward her return to his service, he put his hard cock in front of the camera, which reduced his sex teacher to a wild animal that licked and cried out her obsession over and over again.

He hung up on her, telling Mrs. Cooper only one word as he ordered her to come back home:

Fetch.

Still lost in his own arousal from the call, Kevin quickly sent a series of orders to Natalia over an encrypted text to prepare for her former colleague's arrival. It wasn't even the end of the day, and his afterschool session was already set. Once it was clear that Cooper was learning her lesson, he could figure out his next steps for her and make the most fun out of any potential obstacle left. Peralez had also proven herself much more capable since her transformation. That was what waited for him after school.

He hadn't even gotten to a Spanish Class with no teacher but all girls!

Kevin Scott smirked as he finished getting dressed, throwing the t-shirt over his more well-defined muscles, thinking about what he'd do to get back at the young women for being Simon's puppets against him.

With a kick, he opened the locker room door and smirked, marching into the empty hallways. Everything was going his way. His arrogance and mojo were fully displayed as he knew it was all his.

Kevin Scott owned his teachers, he owned his classmates, he owned Eastlake.

Nothing would get in his way today!

Within ten seconds of leaving the locker room, someone grabbed his right arm and flipped him with his larger body over their back and onto the hallway floor. His stomach and face slammed into the tiles as his assailant twisted the nerd's arm behind his back and into the air. They were shorter than him but knew how to keep him pinned. Their powerful leg was pressed between his shoulder blades and neck. He grunted and attempted to struggle after the initial shock. A rage grew as he thought of channeling the amulet's magic into himself.

Whoever they were, they had made a big mistake. Kevin would see to that.

A big fucking mis….

"Letting me know if you noticed anything weird, huh? How long you'd think I fall for that bullshit?"

Immediately, the anger flushed along with the blood from his face. Shock and horror as he recognized her voice instantly,

"S-Sam?!"

Oh fuck. OH FUCK!

How did she sneak up on him so easily? Had she been listening by the door?

What did she see? What did she hear? Thousands of panicked and familiar self-preservation instincts wormed back into Kevin's mind. He attempted to press up but grunted as his best friend's fiery sibling pressed her position harder, a sharp pain from his shoulder blade to the tips of his restrained fingers. Sam wasn't having it.

The Red Queen of Eastlake, best friend of Jessica Edwards and brother to Simon Harris, was planting his face into the floor and possibly within seconds of breaking his arm.

"You and I are going somewhere to talk. Now."

He was pulled to his feet and could only nod. A quick glance saw Sam's intensity and made it very clear it would be less of a talk and more of an interrogation.

And no one around to aid in a rescue.

Where were the Master and Genie when you needed them?

'Simon, where the Fuck are You!?!'

At the same time as the events at Eastlake were taking place, throughout the morning and afternoon, Jessica Edwards hadn't given one thought to her former kingdom. Currently, she is thinking about something far more relevant.

The Sun.

It should've burned her.

She had felt the burning and unyielding light of the sun for hours on end, the wind across the sand-swept dunes and endless hikes. They had both wandered since they arrived at their destination, seemingly further and further from civilization into seas made of sand with the hot sun above.

And yet, she watched her perfect skin tint and change close to a golden-like bronze tan with no signs of reddened or burned flesh. While she had access to water, she felt very little need to drink or the onset of dehydration.

All those lessons, stories, movies, and warnings on vacations on what happened to people in the desert - the warnings and advisories for those in the hostile environment, didn't apply to Jessica Edwards.

It was further confirmation from her Mother to the blonde that she was indeed inhuman, a genie descended from the magical realm with a body that could adapt. Unlike her Master, who continued to struggle onward in front, holding out his phone as he followed the tracker on his magical app. Whereas she had exposed parts of her skin, Simon kept most of his body covered up from head to toe, only removing his head coverings to reveal the profuse amount of sweat and red skin as he drank copious amounts of water from the camel backpack and canteen on his person.

His voice panted and showed signs of exhaustion,

"Should be close…."

Even with magical protection, he still suffered the effects of wandering the desert. At the announcement, Jessica had only one thought:

Good.

The genie felt as if they should've been done ages ago. However, a smile formed as the tanned blonde looked down at herself and her body again. The fondness for an early wish became hard to contain,

"I wish to dress you in whatever I desire with the snap of my finger."

What had been one of her first defiant requests against her Mother - one of the first aroused wishes and foolish choices she desired, had become a keystone of her daily life.

In fact, her outfit was from that first night in Stephanie's closet. The photographer's assistant: the same keyhole-style spandex onesie that clung to her skin and showed her nipples through, the web and net cargo vest with an infinite amount of pockets, micro-khaki cargo shorts that were basically pocketed bloomers, long matching stockings, and a strong pair of boots. To help combat the elements, she was given a set of goggles for the sun and a hat that matched her vest and shorts. In addition to that, she also carried a traveler's backpack as well with essential or additional supplies.

She loved it.

It had been a struggle those first few days, but now, Jessica Edwards fully adapted to the loss of control over her own state of dress and embraced it. The incident at cheer practice and the twisted game with Kevin further reinforced it. With every snap, the genie felt the sensation of her magic gave of the Master's hands dressing and undressing his childhood companion themselves. Jessica loved that feeling and the security, but her boyfriend's reactions were even better. The empathic connection to his emotions, the telepathic to his thoughts, connected to all of Simon's desires, had an unintended consequence.

The feeling was nice when dressed in ordinary clothes and everyday outfits, but that also meant Simon did not react as much.

It was an instant chore. She was dressed for the day.

But when he dressed her to be sexual, skimpy, the way he desired, Jessica would feel his arousal spike - his emotions spike, the consistent knowledge of his belief in her being the one he wanted most in the world jacked up from its usual settings.

To be the ultimate focus of her Master's desire and affection itself was an addiction.

The way the world simply acknowledged her without realizing the state of her dress began to make Jessica wonder if she should show off more. When the fear of exposure was no longer there, that's when the disappointment started. It was infuriating for people not to notice or react to her. Now, at this point in time, the genie wondered if she should begin asking people who passed her by what they thought of her outfits.

Because of their mannequin game and the compliments she had received for the outfit Simon had given her, that was when the pride started. Anyone who knew or was close to her knew Jessica Edwards loved showing off.

It even provided the final last laugh on Friday at Kevin's twisted house as a response to his trolling.

'Did you like the maid uniform Master made for me? I've gotten really good at wearing heels, but you know that. How'd they feel crushing down, by the way?'

She hadn't seen Kevin get so embarrassed or flustered in weeks, and in her race to push it further, she bragged about the other outfits Simon made her. She outright flaunted the experience of dressing up in each outfit of Eastlake's transformed faculty - something not even Kevin had the opportunity to see. Of course, her Master almost fainted at how suddenly forward she was about all of his creations, and it caused the utterance of her familiar refrain as she patted the flustered boy's head,

'Silly Simon, so cute!'

When Kevin reverted to the usual insult and insinuation that she had become nothing more than a doll, the genie deflected smugly, accusing him of jealously before criticizing his lack of fashion sense. He had no response to her, and seeing him struggle against her after everything he had done was immensely satisfying.

Those were the more fun thoughts and feelings of late.

Being jumped by a stranger and a genie from fifteen hundred years ago had left both the teenage genie and Master spooked. Even after making Simon unwind and blow off steam with role-play sex wasn't enough to get him to stop working.

Simon didn't want to waste any more time and hadn't. Between their weekend binge-watching with Sam and visits from Stephanie, Jessica witnessed her childhood friend work non-stop. He made wishes in between for things they would need. Adapting technology and apps and trying to track down where that old guy Solomon and the fiery genie Ifrallia had talked about. She hadn't been in her father's office so much before, but with his setup, Simon hadn't stopped working.

To the point, he had to be dragged to bed...twice.

The genie failed to pull him numerous times, so she decided to play the loyal assistant and refused to go to sleep without him. Using her own well-being as a reason to get him to stop. It was the first time they had bickered in a while. Simon's stubbornness clashed with her own, and both teens had to juggle one new research with a new training activity before her Mother would return.

The genie resorted to an Edwards Maidkini Tag Team at one point with her Steffie-Doll to get him to eat dinner. Her brainwashed stepmother doll was a beneficial resource for them.

Especially when Simon needed to buy something instead of wishing for it, it helped to have two rich blondes at his side. The only frustration from her Master was that the costs of his mysterious plan were adding up.

He remarked that it would help if they had a banker or accountant at some point.

However, Jessica eventually succeeded in taking care of her Master, and Simon announced their plans.

Finally, after an additional couple of minor wishes - including improving and altering the magical app that controlled Kevin's amulet and its capabilities – Jessica Edwards now found herself with her Master in the middle of a desert. A desert on a continent on the other side of the world. Considering their last experience with teleportation, both agreed to take less direct but shorter jump routes by taking advantage of modern travel and transport - Stephanie was responsible for plane tickets.

The genie paused and then called out with a loud whine,

"Master! You said that over an hour ago! How much further!"

The young man with the phone in his hand, following it like a radar, pulled the covering away from his face as the white hood covered his head. He seemingly stopped and stomped on something as he pounded at the sand.

"It says we're right on top of it, Jess!"

He was flustered, too. The heat and the sun got to him faster than the genie herself. The frustration also caused him to forget to hold his thoughts from his mouth.

"I wish this sand dune wasn't in the fucking way, though…."

Jessica felt herself gasp out as the familiar pleasure shot through from her binding, and she arched her back up. She begged her magic not to go too far, as her Master simply meant the specific sand they were standing on.

She failed to notice the tip toes she stood on were no longer on the ground as her hands flicked outward at her sides. Her orgasm echoed outward, and the young genie fell to her knees. She looked up in time as Simon suddenly dropped from the dune as if a trap door had opened.

"Master!"

The blonde **** scrambled on all fours to her beloved dork's previous location as the sand below her began to sink, but that was the least of her concerns.

"Master! Master! Are you alright, Master?"

The worry and concern for her childhood companion drove the Queen of Eastlake into a panicked state that seemed more apt for Renfield than it had for a Prom Queen. Instead, she found herself falling and tumbling into a slide and flipped ass-first out until landing on a familiar stomach. The genie heard Simon cough up the sand in his face and mouth, and she immediately jumped on top of him in relief.

Then, she jabbed him in the chest at the embarrassment he caused her. There may have been no one around to see them, but the voice in her head chastised her for not remembering that no harm would come to her Master as long as he had the ring,

"Don't scare me like that, Simon!"

The cheerleader jumped up and groaned as she noticed the sand that had gotten stuck against her shorts, under her shorts against her one-piece, to her legs, and everywhere underneath,

"Great, now I have to wash the sand out of my ass. Thanks a lot."

The dork groaned as he propped himself up by his elbows. He shook his head to get as much of the sand off it as he could,

"I think Arizona and Desert Parks are off the table for now, Jess…."

"Shit. Ya think?"

"Now I get what Anakin Skywalker meant…."

Once a dork Master, always a dork Master. The teenage genie scowled as she walked around, realizing the ground was hard. She shuffled a patch of sand away from her boots and realized there was some sort of brick or stonework below her. This was another lesson in not blinding oneself with expectations. Jessica felt she had done a better job assuaging her Master's fears at what happened in front of the library. Truthfully, it was hard for her not to think about it, mainly when her senses and urges spoke to her like loud whispers.

"Master, I feel like I know this place…like I've been here before…."

Simon flung something off his leg and leaped clumsily onto the stones next to her as he looked up and around,

"You aren't the only one, Jess…."

The blonde servant nervously bit down on her lip,

"Sister guided me here…."

Simon frowned as he pressed a hand over her,

"Your Mom is going to freak about another genie if she Dream Dances with you again. You sure you don't want me to take that ember out?"

Jessica frowned and gazed up at her Master,

"No, it'll do that on its own. Iffy was just trying to help me."

Simon's face went blank as he tilted his head in confusion,

"Iffy?"

The cheerleader shrugged as she walked carefully ahead, trying to see how far the stones went,

"Y'know. Short for Ifrallia."

Simon nearly tripped as he fell forward and slammed his hands against a solid structure. Jessica sighed at her Master's lack of coordination as his mind focused on the present instead of the Ruby Genie of his visions.

"Master, you said there were different types of genies when you researched, right?"

The sand-covered boy nodded as he gripped and tried to find a way to climb up the revealed pillar. He began to grunt and pant as he climbed along the side,

"I did. Yeah!"

Jessica tried hard to remember their previous conversations. She thought back to the moment she was a sexy chef in her kitchen, the feeling of her clothing and the taste of food, the sensory feelings that aided in bringing her memories to the forefront,

"And the Masters, you said they were called Iblis or Ifrit, right?"

Simon managed to grip and hold onto the next rock as he poked more sand that had blocked his way up from his path,

"Yep!"

The genie kept her head down as she thought to herself and then looked up,

"Can you explain the other genie names to me again and what they're about? I'm curious about something."

Simon spit the sand from his mouth as he groaned and managed to pull part of himself up onto a small outstretch of stone. He grunted as he got the rest of himself further up.

"Sure! Just a sec!"

Jessica raised an eyebrow. Whatever he was climbing didn't look like it went very far up. If anything, it looked to be sideways,

"I think it got knocked over, Master!"

She watched her boyfriend pull his head over the side and notice the destroyed section of the column partially covered as it descended downward,

"What? Really? Shit….”

Simon groaned as he began to climb around and down to where the spire had toppled. He jumped down and sighed, his arm rubbing his forehead as he caught up to how far his girlfriend had gotten,

"Okay, so. According to mythos from different places, there are a few that humans or mortals have written down, but it gets confusing."

Jessica watched her Master hold out his thumb as he counted them off with his fingers as he went along,

"There's the Hinn, that are said to take the form of animals, usually Dogs or Snakes. Then there's the Gul, Ghul, Ghula, or Ghouls, that are said to be shape-shifters, graverobbers, cannibals, that lead the people astray and cause untold destruction…."

"Um!" Jessica quickly interrupted as she looked away with a laugh,

"We know it's not that! So maybe skip that one! Okay? Let's, let's not talk about them!"

"I mean, they have a group called Ghulas that take the form of beautiful wome…."

"All genie are beautiful women, though! And we established that there's some slander by the Masters involved! Okay?"

Simon held his hands up as his girlfriend got into his chest, furious as if insulted, "F-Fair enough…."

He held his middle finger with his index and thumb as he continued where he left off.

"There's the Jann, who are said to be the enemies of the Gul, the most righteous shape-shifters who take the form of storms in the desert. It's also weird, though, because there's this one where al-Jann is considered the father of the Djinn, but also because they were the precursors to them and are now the weakest among them. Then there's also the idea that these Builder genies are also called Jann, but they're more Earth Elemental? It's really confusing, so I hope to ask your Mom about it sometime. Oh, man! I really need to ask about her name, too."

Jessica had nodded along with interest but became defensive again as she raised an eyebrow,

"What's wrong with my Mom's name?"

"Nothing, it's just, well…."

Simon stopped and laughed as he scratched the back of his head,

"Just that first part of her name. Maridallura. A Marid is a type of Djinn!"

Jessica's eyes widened as she remembered Ifrallia's words,

"Sweet child of the Marid. Sweet, foolish little sister."

The cheerleader excitedly rushed ahead of her boyfriend and pointed at herself as she let her body bounce,

"Master! That's what I am, isn't it! If Mom's name starts with Marid, and Iffy called me a Child of the Marid, then I'm a Marid Djinn!"

"Th-That's what I was kinda putting together, but I have no reason to doubt it…."

The genie giggled with pride as she bounced her breasts openly from underneath the spandex in full view of Simon's face. Her eyes were bright as her face lit up,

"So what are they like? What did people write down?"

Her Master's face squirmed as she felt the nerves from him as he looked away. He was nervous from his own realization and hesitant. He sighed,

'Well…some stuff has been wrong before, so….'

Jessica's enthusiasm waned as Simon looked at her feet,

"Marid are…sometimes they're referred to as Giants, but I think that might be a metaphor. They're mentioned in folklore and even before Islam as the rarest and most powerful Djinn. I think they mix up a lot of the stuff with the Masters, but they also have a reputation for being evil because they're also the most favored among those with the names they use for the Masters."

Immediately, Jessica felt her stomach drop as she nervously put her fingers together and looked at her Master's feet,

"Oh."

"I mean, they're said to be the most powerful and knowledgeable, but also, they come with a reputation of being overtly proud and arrogant."

Jessica pursed her lips and squinted her eyes shut as she suddenly needed to turn away and check her ears for excess sand. Simon smiled and laughed,

"But if you're a Marid, then I think they were overexaggerating a bit about that! Don't you think so?"

The genie groaned and dropped her head as she hid the pout on her face,

"Yeah, sure…."

'Nice save, Master….'

What was the Queen of Eastlake persona everyone else expected Jessica Edwards to be, but Prideful and Arrogant?

Jessica sighed again. Her pride had made it so easy for her to feel the weight of shame and embarrassment; it was manipulated, as was her arrogance. What had been more bruised and damaged besides that? No wonder it made it so easy for Kevin, Tiffany, and everyone around her to push her buttons. Before her mind could descend further, she felt a hand squeeze and pet her bottom again. The blonde's emerald eyes gazed up to see and feel her Master's attention on her,

"Pride can be a virtue, too, Jess. It's just confidence in yourself, your actions, and your sense of belonging. It's how you can feel proud of something or someone. You just don't want it to go overboard and allow it to become corrupted by vanity or hubris."

The genie stared at her boyfriend as she blurted out her response without the time to stop herself,

"Can I be proud of you for learning all this stuff?"

Even from the blistering heat, sun, and sweat, she could still make out the sudden flush and his own feeling of humility; his eyes darted in discomfort,

"It wasn't exactly fun to learn at the time, Jess…."

Simon ducked his head as his eyes caught something near what appeared to be a ledge around the collapsed stones. Jessica's face scrunched as she couldn't help but rush over and hug him from behind,

"I don't care! I'm proud of you!"

She squeezed her arms and ignored the sand and dust all over him as he stumbled slightly from being caught off guard. The brief defiant spark caused her Master to reminisce about their younger selves. Jessica would not allow her childhood friend to go through life without being praised. Even if she had to pound it into his thickheaded skull.

"Now tell me about more genies!"

"Okay."

Jessica continued to listen as she stayed close to see where Simon focused on whatever he brought them out to the middle of a desert to look for. Some were better than others, and others sound made up. Each time, the cheerleader made her opinion known.

Si'lat Genies were often found in forests or desert oases and most commonly in the form of beautiful women who preferred diplomacy over **** but, when meddled, frequently made situations worse. To which the Queen of Eastlake shrugged,

"Kind of just sounds like Forest Girls."

Simon continued to follow and try to find a way to where the end of the toppled stones had fallen. As he drew closer to a ledge,

"Yeah, I'm wondering if Si'lat's are basically fairies."

"Fairy?"

"Yeah, I mean, what if genies are other sources of mythical creatures or folklore? Y'know beautiful, wish-granting spirits, etc."

"I'm not Tinkerbell, Master."

"Happy thoughts, Jess!"

She rolled her eyes and let him continue to others and began to see the point in what Simon had meant. The genies were all starting to take on different traits or simply take on various factors. The Ifrit had been a mashup as much as the Marid. That which wasn't made to sound like one of the Masters made it clear to Jessica that the Ruby-Eyed Genie, Ifrallia, she and her Master encountered was an Ifrit Genie. The blonde teenager agreed they were probably some sort of fire elemental, but not to the same demonic extent as The Masters. Neither Simon nor Jessica missed a moment to laugh at the revelation Ifrits were said to be found around ancient ruins.

Whereas the moment her Master brought up the idea of Palas and Vetala immediately earned the cheerleader's disgust,

"What the fuck kind of genie would be a foot-fetish vampire or possess a corpse? That's Bullshit!"

"Like I said, Jess. I can fall down all sorts of rabbit holes over the endless specifics if I'm not careful. Had to pull back and focus more on the main stuff, like what Cassie found for me and the relationships between Humans, Masters, and Genies."

"Pfft. Clearly!"

"Ah! Shit!"

Jessica swung her head back fast enough to see Simon's hand slip on a brick and for him to drop and fall down another sand slide. The genie rushed again from the other side of the half-buried rock and grabbed his arm so he couldn't disappear into the remnant of the dune. Whatever the dork had tripped over caused the structure to push the remaining part of the sand dune out of the way as the sun began to break through.

Why'd he have to be so big? It made him heavy!

"Master, I…."

"Jess, let me go," he suddenly blurted out.

Her eyes widened as she heard his order over the ledge,

"Are you serious! I don't…."

"Do it, Jess!" he barked.

His emotions weren't that of terror but of adrenaline and anticipation. While she couldn't see him over the ledge, Simon saw something. Something he wanted.

And he was ordering her to let go to get to it.

"Yes, Master!"

He hit the sand below with a loud thump,

"Good! Now come here!"

Within seconds, she allowed herself to teleport down from the stone platform to its base, where she found her boyfriend half-buried and spitting sand out of his mouth. She pulled him to his feet by the arm and watched the sand drop out of his hair again.

"Good girl. Thanks."

The Master delivered several loving pats on his genie's ass as he moved to find the top of the collapsed structure that remained half buried. Jessica knew he was focused on finding whatever it was that the Old Man and Fiery Genie left behind. As she turned to look at the structure Simon wasn't as focused on, the magical cheerleader began to feel heartburn.

What was that part about Ifrit and old ruins Master mentioned again? He only said it a few moments ago, the genie pondered as she tried to stay focused.

The blonde felt her chest grow hot as the heat increased, as if it was pulling her toward something. The ruins were of a homestead of some sort, possibly the remnants of a forgotten and long-lost oasis?

She turned her head back as Simon's emotions popped. He had found something.

The young Master pulled away stones and rocks with loud grunts and groans, then heaved as he pulled at something from the collapsed structure. The peaking light of the sun shimmered off the object to reveal its round shape like a ring.

The genie's chest felt hot again as she gasped and felt the flame move downward, further and further, until it reached her pussy.

"M-Master…Ah!"

Jessica felt herself guided and pulled toward the structure, her body raised to its tip toes as the sand danced around her. Then the burning sensation shot back up her esophagus as her eyes widened at the feeling. There was a tap, a sound, and a feeling as the blonde cheerleader watched a ghostly spirit form from the dust and sand inside the structure.

Uncharacteristically, Jessica Edwards felt herself belching as if in a drinking contest with the Football Team. However, there wasn't any sound but fire. The ember of Ifrallia, a tiny ruby flame given to her with the genie's kiss outside the library, remerged. It tapped something on the floor of the doorway as the sand spirit burst into fire.

Like a chain reaction, Jessica watched the empty ruin burst into an illusion as her eyes glowed with the emerald in her choker. The feminine sand turned back into the ruby genie who danced and twirled in the very outfit from her Master's vision. With a finger, the illusion guided the teenage genie underneath her chin forward to see.

Jessica remained silent as the fiery Djinn danced into the room and the past itself.

"Sister, must you dance at a time like this?"

The cheerleader's eyes widened as she snapped her head to the other side of the room. There was no sand, no darkness, but carpets, hanging plants from columns, and a large fire in the center of the room. There stood and walked another of the genies with pale blonde hair and silver eyes, clad like a warrior,

"The demons come for us in the morning. Master must have none of your distractions."

There was the sound of water being poured from behind as Jessica saw Ifralia dance to the right of her; another sister walked out from behind elegantly, clad in a jade yukata, skin beautifully pale white,

"Calm, Sister. Master will appreciate her ease as much as he appreciates your council."

The Asian genie poured water from white porcelain into the plants. Jessica's eyes widened when it was evident the genie had done so with the aid of the small clouds at her feet to keep her in the air. The warrior genie's skirt danced as she scowled,

"I do not question that, but Master is troubled. Even as a mortal who lives beyond their years, he does not wish to see visions of the future often."

The Jade genie smiled,

"The future is endless as our magic, sister. For that is certain."

Another plume of Amber smoke appeared, and a dark-skinned woman clad in gold coin stepped from it to remove her veil. Of all the genies present, she had the most somber of eyes,

"Master wishes to speak with us."

Jessica watched the four genies gather around the fire and kneel before the empty chair at the end. Another figure emerged from the shadows in cloak and hood, holding new objects in his hand, including a rod staff made of steel and etched with symbols. The man sat by the fire and pulled off his hood to reveal an aging man, greying but regal as if chiseled in tanned bronze that had begun to grow pale. His bleached facial hair could not contain or hide the smile he held,

"My dear jinn. My eternal companions, my selfless servants, wives of endless devotion, slaves of creation, angels of life; how well you have served this mortal that was once a king."

"It has been our honor, Master," the silver genie responded.

"We wish only to serve, Master," the Jade followed.

Ifrallia was the most vocal,

"Since binding us all together that day, we only exist to please you, Master!"

The mortal man nodded as he held his staff in hand,

"I know. Which is why you must listen to me now."

He curled his fingers tightly and looked at them all,

"We have traveled this world and witnessed much, and you have done much along the way. Some of you have borne sons for me only to leave them behind, and others of you have questioned why we do not intervene in my people's affairs after so long. It is not our place to alter the destiny of others. This is the realm of my people, of mortals. Regardless of our fates, we must ensure they continue."

The silver genie frowned,

"Forgive me, Master, but your people - the mortals, are unworthy of it. You continue to let them go on even as they destroyed everything you have built over centuries. They fight like animals."

"And yet that is what they must do. As long as they are allowed to continue, they must continue to grow. To learn. There must not be shortcuts except the ones they make for themselves without the interference of the immaterial."

Ifralia moved forward toward the man and placed her head on his knee,

"Master? What did you see?"

He stared into the fire,

"Strange things. Wonderous things. Among them, another Djinn will be sent here in awe of their splendor. A Marid."

The sisters looked at each other in disbelief,

"A Marid?"

A silence fell over them as Jessica saw the faces of the Djinn Sisters look amongst themselves in hesitation before the Amber Genie, clad in her golden coin-like dress, spoke,

"Forgive me, Master, but you have interacted with our Marid kin before. It is easier for your shamans to exorcise a soul bound by another's desires than it is to fully satisfy a Marid sister's need for flattery."

The silver warrior genie scoffed and rolled her eyes,

"Of that, we are all aware."

The Jade Sister stirred the air as her face frowned,

"We Djinn have been taught of mortals, but the Marid look down on them the most. Their Pride, their Power, they're the most sheltered of trinkets. It was they who were most responsible for what was wrought in our realms. An unbound Marid loose in the mortal realm would bring about nothing but chaos and the wrath of the Masters."

The Master smiled in amusement,

"Still, she must be sent here. For that to happen, my people must survive."

He then pulled out the medallion, not yet broken, from under his clothes and held it up to the fire,

"For you once told me that the Marid's Magic is the purest of all."

The smile faded,

"Another millennia in the blink of an eye will be nothing to you, my loyal ones, but even you will not be able to comprehend the sorcery that will be achieved by their own hands. Perhaps if we are fortunate enough tomorrow, that Marid will find this place long after we are gone."

The man's head reached up and rubbed the crown of the Ruby Genie's head,

"And the little whisps dear Ifrallia insists on leaving behind wherever we go will be there to greet her."

The sisters laughed, scoffed, and chuckled as the Ruby genie stood with a smile and walked toward Jessica again. The fire began to fade as both genies stared at one another with glowing eyes. The fiery spirit kissed her on the lips softly and whispered,

"Well done, Little Marid."

Jessica gasped as she felt the burning touch of Ifralia's fingers against her clit. The phantom pinched her gently, then received another kiss,

"I wish you luck, Jessica Edwards."

The vision disappeared in a small explosion of smoke and flame that burst out dust and sand. Jessica coughed as it entered her mouth and stumbled back as the structure collapsed.

"Jess!"

Simon finally ran to her as he dropped what he held to catch her as she fell off backward and to the side. At the last moment, her Master's foot tripped on something. He planted it into the sand beneath him, and the genie fell on his back. Jessica rubbed her eyes and spun around, disoriented as she found her Master beneath her.

"Master? Master!"

She pulled the young man out of the sand once more. Simon's leg kicked whatever it had tripped himself up on until he grabbed it in his right hand and arm on the way up. He spat more sand from his mouth and face as he coughed for air. His beloved blonde not even waiting for his recovery to recount what had happened.

"I saw them, Master! I saw them! Ifralia's ember left me and showed me a vision! I saw…."

Jessica went silent as her eyes locked onto the object her Master held himself up with. The engraved metal rod that was moments ago in the hands of her vision. Older and slightly worn from the passage of time.

Simon looked at the rod in his hand with awe,

"Holy shit."

The teenage Master swiveled his head around and immediately ran to where he dropped his other find. Jessica watched with astonishment as Simon pulled a larger silver ring in the shape of Solmon's Seal, the size of a Hula Hoop, out of the sand.

With a shout of victory, the rasping voice from hours of wandering the desert and sand made the Master of Jessica Edwards's euphoria feel all the sweeter as it radiated to the genie.

"Finally! We fucking found it! Holy fuck!"

Now they could get the hell out of this desert! Jessica's face beamed with excitement as she bounced in her boots,

"Yay! We can go home before Mom kills me!"

Simon walked over and looked at the collapsed structure, his head tilted, and he shook his head in disbelief,

"So what did you see, Jess?"