Wish for whatever Allie wants.

This absolutely cannot be the right answer, but it's the only one that makes sense for a crazy chick like Allie to think is the right answer. Besides, she's already going to do whatever she wants anyway, right? At least this way, you get to rob her of the smug satisfaction of revealing what her twisted twist is. You take a deep breath, knowing it might be your last, and say, "I admit I lose. You can do whatever you want to me, whether I wish it or not."

You see Allie's sneer and you suddenly feel sorry for her and sick at the same time. Before she can bippity boppity buttfuck you to ****, you are determined to get your two cents in. "But you know what is super fucked up? As scary as you are, you are still totally my type, and I would have probably begged you do waaaaaaay weirder stuff to me than you might come up with if you would have just asked. I get it. You got hurt like eighty eons ago and now you keep hurting everyone else before they can hurt you. Well la di da. That doesn't make you special. It just makes you like all the other women you despise for being easy marks! If you really want to be unique, trying being kind even when it's scary. If you did that, I might offer you my heart one day without you needing a wish!"

Allie's face goes from fetching to furious to fearsome to fucking evil incarnate in the span of seconds. You brace yourself for the worst fate you can think of, but you worry that the shefreet will come up with something much worse than anything you could ever think of. She doesn't so much close the distance between you as melt it, an infernal inferno burning before you in the form of a wicked woman. She pulls you close and you scream, expecting to be reduced to a cinder. She silences your shriek with her lips, and you are surprised to find that while they are certainly sizzling, you are unharmed. She kisses you passionately, but surprisingly daintily...her tongue traces your lips and pulls away playfully, almost as if she is trying to lull you into a false sense of confidence. That...or...no...it can't be...with all her power and her fearsome facade, "Are you a bottom, Allie?!"

You never thought you'd live to see the day that a shefreet blushed, and you still aren't sure you'll survive it, but instead of incinerating you for the accusation, Allie flutters her fiery lashes and coos, "Yes, but you better not tell anyone! Do you realize how embarrassing it is to have want to surrender myself to ever sexy she-devil I meet when I have the power to bend reality to my will?" She suddenly looks a lot more **** despite her fire burning hotter than ever. You are tempted to take a step back, but remembering how she didn't burn you scant seconds ago, you summon your courage and pull her close to you again.

"Aren't you afraid I'll MMPH MMM SHLLP" Allie's question is interrupted and answered in the same instant as you kiss her the way you want her to kiss you, strong and hot with searing licks, just like making out with a maelstrom of fire. She melts against you and wraps her leg tightly around you, go soft and malleable as your soft lips crush her fierce facade and your clumsy but eager tongue unravels the intricate, indecipherable binding spells she keeps up around her empty chasm of a heart. Even with just a kiss, you drink in a draught of desire that makes you feel heady. Her power is more ancient than primal, and far more potent. You feel stronger than you ever imagined possible, but also scared by how endless her hunger and horniness and strength is.

You screw your courage to the licking post and break the kiss by grabbing Allie's flaming locks and pulling her hair back. She tenses reflexively and flares up, but after feeding on her lust, her flames are unable to harm you, if only for the moment. She goes limp in your arm and you lead her to the decrepit desk, licking her neck before bending her backwards over the faded furniture and climbing over her to sit square on her face so your aching asshole is kissing her lips. "Eat my ass, slut." You say it sweetly, almost singing it, but leave a little sting to make her burn even hotter.

You wonder how long it's been since she allowed someone to dominate her the way you are by rolling your ass around her flushed face and sliding your thick tail between her thicc thighs to spread but not enter her slit. You wonder if humans existed the last time she let go and lost herself to lust like this, flaming tongue lapping at your hot, hungry hole as she writhes wet and wanting up and down you hefty appendage. You wonder if she'll kill you...or worse after she is done gorging on your tasty tunnel and cumming like a volcano all over your cock like tail. You have to wait to find out, as you aren't planning to let her up until she has fed fully.

"Oh MOAN my YELP Gods! Why AAH are YIP you such OOOH a NNGH bully WHIMPER when you MMM make such UNH a beautiful NNNG bottom?" Allie doesn't answer your quivering query, as she has her mouth full and her tongue tied up deep inside you. The heat reaches your heart and momentarily makes you wish you trusted the jinn enough to offer it to her, but for the moment, you only trust her enough to lap at your heart, not devour it. Even that much is more than you can handle, your body spasms and seizes as if ablaze with mindless, molten bliss. You hump Allie's face until you fall off in a fit, paroxysms of pleasure rapturously wracking your beautiful body.

It's minutes later, when you are splayed over the desk with Allie wrapped tight around you and nuzzling you lovingly when you feel a few drops of cum pool on the tip of your tail and head of your prick. It's almost an afterthought, and you don't feel the usual fatigue or squeamishness of a post coital cool down. You are surprised to find you feel ready and raring to go. You kiss Allie hard and hungry and she moans, "MMPH That's SHHLP sweet, but I need SLURP some time to KISS think. Your SUCK soul is SMACK safe for MMM now." And with that, she is gone in a puff of smoke, leaving you hanging and horny and more confused than ever.

You peel yourself off of the desk and begin to imagine up some cloth, then change your mind. The power of Allie's desire is fading, but it leaves a warm glow that you don't want to smother. Instead, you check your schedule, and seeing it's free for the rest of the day, head out as you are, minus the fluids you eagerly absorb into your skin, and head out into the halls to your next destination...