A few concerns are nothing amazing sex can't fix

"So let me see if I understand you correctly, Em," Edward said. His arousal was apparent in his strained voice and strained pants. "You found a genie who's supposed to grant only sexual wishes, but has a massive loophole that lets her grant any wish just by preconditioning it on an orgasm. And said genie happens to be our bitchy neighbour who was constantly breaking into our yard to use our pool."

"For which I am so, so sorry, Edward," Claire called from where her lamp still rested on the ground, Emma having left it there as she walked toward the back door before resuming time. "Do you want to punish me? Bend me over a table and pound my ass with that huge, hard cock of yours? I'd be happy to do it if Mistress permits."

Emma turned around. "Next orgasm, perfect telekinesis." Since Emma's rate of orgasm, if she let them rip through her, was as close to "infinity per microsecond" as made no difference, she instantly felt herself capable both of plucking a single blade of grass without disturbing anything else and knocking the Milky Way Galaxy's rotation into the exact opposite spin instantaneously, but all she used it for in the moment was to pluck Claire's lamp from the ground and bring her closer.

"How am I supposed to fuck your ass when you don't even have one?" Edward asked, waving at the tail of smoke where Claire's lower body should have been.

"I was getting to that," Emma said. "It's a sign of her subservience that she can't move away from the lamp without my permission, or experience sexual pleasure or even activity unless I let her. And she can't move her lamp, either. Nobody can, except me, since I'm the Mistress. Try it."

Edward did try to move the lamp after Emma let it clatter to the ground, but found it every bit as immobile as Claire would have.

"Mmm," Claire added. "It's so wonderful knowing that even my most basic freedoms that I took for granted before--and abused so badly--are now entirely privileges that I can only exercise at my Mistress's capricious whims." Her eyes lit up with a thought. "Ooh, there is room for more than one genie in here, you know. Mistress, you could wish for Edward to join me so he can know how wonderful it is to be your personal property!"

"Only if he wants it, Claire," Emma decided after barely a moment of thought. "I know you say you love it, but you didn't have a choice in the matter. And while I'm happy to take advantage of the situation in a great many ways, I'm not open to outright violating consent that way just yet."

"I think I'll pass for now, thanks. Besides, won't people start asking questions?"

"Nope," Claire promised. "Part of the magic that turned me into a genie makes everyone else unconcerned with what happened to me. My priority is to live whatever life my Mistress lets me live, even if that means being collared and chained and cuffed and tied up in her basement dungeon forever which you should totally wish to have right now Mistress so you can do that, please?"

"If I do that it won't be forever," Emma said, and when Claire's face fell, she added, "But only because there are so many other ways in which I want to use you." Claire brightened again.

"Em, aren't you the least bit concerned with how easily you've taken to this? Claire was a person. Sure, I didn't think she was all that great a person, neither did you, but even when we were driving here being mad about her breaking in yet again you wouldn't even have considered the prospect of having her as some sort of sex ****."

"When you put it that way, I guess I should be?" Emma shrugged. "I'm not intending to go on some sort of power trip and forcibly subjugate the entire universe to my whims or anything like that--"

"Even though it would be totally hot if you did, Mistress," Claire interjected.

"--though abusing it to become a living demigod is something I am going to do, because that is hot, I think," Emma finished. "The lamp wants sexual energy but I don't think there's any particular rush to fill it."

"Nope," Claire said. "Though you should know that anyone who sees you won't be able to get sexual thoughts about you out of their head after that, and will have a certain low level of arousal permanently because of it, and that will feed the lamp with a trickle. So you're on a ticking clock until the lamp is fully fed."

"What happens then?" Edward asked.

"I don't know," the genie replied. "It taught me a lot about what it is and what I am now, to help me adjust, though I didn't pay attention to most of that, but I know for sure that it said nothing about what would happen once it's satiated. Maybe Emma will lose all her powers, even, all her wishes will just go poof."

"Let's test that, a bit," the woman suggested. "Claire, I wish that no matter what else happens, both of us would retain all powers we have now, and your relationship of absolute, unquestioning submission to me would remain intact. Also that you would be absolutely immortal and in perfect physical health even if you cease being a genie, after my next however many orgasms if you need that."

"Hunh, that did work," Claire said after Emma let climax after climax shudder through her. "So I guess that's not a concern any more." She smiled. "And I get to be your **** for the rest of time!"

"So now my girlfriend's on the road to being a demigod, with the assistance of another functional demigod," Edward summarised.

"That does seem to be about it," Emma agreed. "Are you complaining?"

"No, not really, though, well, I guess I hope you'd let me make a few wishes from time to time."

"I'll think about it," Emma promised. "But it can't be anything I'd disapprove of, of course." She thought for a moment. "Claire, I wish I had the power to control everyone's clothing, and that nobody would find anything unusual about what I do with that. In fact, I wish nobody would find anything unusual about anything I do with anything I've wished for."

"Granted, Mistress." Claire smirked a bit.

"I also wish for perfect telepathy after my next orgasm," Emma said upon catching her genie's expression.

"Done."

"Claire, do you think I intended only to wish for the power to change people's clothing?" Emma asked.

"Well that's what the majority of internet porn is about when it comes to controlling clothes," Claire pointed out. "Oh, yeah, the lamp shoved all the porn on the internet into my brain. Gotta say, some of it, totally disgusting."

"Yeah, I know, so about that, can you just delete the stuff that we both know should never have been made? Like, retroactively erase it, if you can, only the two of us would even remember it was ever a thing, and I don't want to remember the details, frankly."

"Done," Claire said, feeling immensely satisfied to have granted that wish.

"What was that about?" Edward said.

"Nothing you should concern yourself with. Now, where were we," Emma mused, before she started manipulating Edward's underwear directly to massage his cock, instead of using her telekinesis for the same purpose.

"You can only do this if it's sexual, right?" Edward asked, panting hard as pleasure shot from his dick to his brain.

"Why would I want to bother being able to do it for anything else?" Emma asked, teleporting the rest of his clothing into a neatly folded pile on a deck table. "I could just do this all via telekinesis if I wanted to, anyway." She illustrated the point by giving Edward a deep muscle massage on his back while he was still standing.

While Edward groaned in pleasure, "Claire, I wish that with my telepathy I'd be able to easily and immediately find anyone's sexual thoughts, fantasies, fetishes and kinks, no matter how seemingly impossible. Also I wish I had perfect control over everyone's orgasms but that this wouldn't stop anyone from normal sexual pleasure until I actively decide it should for that person."

"Done," the genie affirmed. "Though now you should be aware that every orgasm in the universe charges the lamp a bit, since you do technically control them. So it's filling up faster. You get more sexual energy out of them once you have taken active control, though."

"Not really a concern, though, is it. Lamp or no lamp, you're effectively a genie and I'm your ever-more-powerful Mistress."

Claire nodded eager agreement.

Edward bit his lip as he reached the edge of climax but wasn't allowed to finish. Emma stepped right up to him, pushing her objectively perfect naked body up against his. "Let's see if there's any fantasies you've been keeping even from me," she purred, grinding her crotch against his. "Oh, total control over fertility and virility, Claire."

The genie waved a hand to grant the wish, and Emma promptly made herself sterile, not wishing to deal with that potential complication right then.

Emma trailed her fingers down her boyfriend's torso. He was hardly an Adonis, but he wasn't especially out of shape, either. And it was nothing she couldn't change with the right wish, anyway.

"Oh, so you have been keeping a few of your porn habits secret from me," she said once she was finished rifling through Edward's head. "Here I was disparaging people with an omnipotence kink only to discover that you had one all along. You want to see me gain infinite power and dominate the world, sweetie?"

Edward nodded.

"You want me to use intense cosmic power to crush all opposition and leave devastation in my wake?"

Edward nodded again, his cock straining even more eagerly against his underwear.

"Well, that's not what I want. But I'm more than happy to use it to dominate you, babe."

She lightly shoved him down and, while he was falling to the grass, froze time and said, "Matter creation and destruction, Claire." One orgasm later she created a bed out of nothing into which Edward collapsed.

Whisking his underwear away and freeing his ragingly hard dick, she slowly lowered her gash onto it, engulfing her boyfriend's shaft in the universe's ideal pussy. Edward became a passive participant as he had the greatest sexual experience it was possible to have--at least until the next time Emma decided to fuck him--while his girlfriend--"Perfect body control, Claire"--used her muscles to massage his shaft expertly, making it longer and more sensitive so both of them felt it fill up her twat, Emma pounding herself up and down with increasing fervour, holding back both of their orgasms as the genie watched on eagerly, getting aroused even at how her mistress excluded her from the sexual experience, until finally Emma gave in and allowed Edward to release his spunk deep inside her, impossibly large blasts filling her up almost immediately and proceeding to drench the bed, the ground, and even overflow the pool as Emma demanded that her boyfriend's body produce volumes of jizz only seen in niche fetish stories. It was only once the level had risen high enough to threaten to seep into the house that Emma sucked up all the excess into her cunt, which she expanded, telling physics and geometry to know their place beneath a nascent demigod, to be able to hold all of it, and allowed their orgasms to end.

"God," Edward said once he'd caught his breath, his massive cock still hard and ready to go despite the impossibly large climaxes he'd just enjoyed, "is sex with you going to be that good every time?"

Emma lifted herself off the huge shaft and laid on top of him, enjoying the feeling of it continuing to twitch against her holes. "Of course not. It'll be better each time."

Once Edward's eyes went wide and Emma had called the lamp over to the side of the bed, she said, "Now, which fantasy of yours should I satisfy next, I wonder?"