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, twirling her around and walking her over to the dilapidated desk to bend her over.

"Wait just a second, do you have any idea how powerful I AIIEEEEEEE?!" Allie's threats are cut off by you grabbing a fistful of fiery locks and yanking her head back so you can feed her your tongue. Her moans are muffled as you slide it down deep enough to reach her heart, only to find she was being literal when she said she didn't have one. Still, the cavity itself is toothache tender and she whimper as you cover every inch of it in your spittle.

You are hit with a surge of pure, pulsing power as you feed on her feverish desire and lap up her longing lust. You have never felt so strong, so in control. It isn't the role you might have picked for yourself, but it's almost like dressing up in a kinky costume and playing Mistress. It's forbidden and fun and filthy and surprisingly silly while still feeling swelteringly sexy. Allie is grinding her ample ass against your glistening groin and you give her hair a firm tug and her cheeks a firmer squeeeeeze to remind her who is in charge. Then, feeling more like a beast than a bottom, you lift a leg up onto the table to brace yourself, and begin rutting against her from behind.

"MMMPH oh MMM SHLLP my SUCK SLURP NNG God!" Allie alternates between suckling your tongue and screaming out blissed out blasphemies as you rub on out on her rump. You feel her pussy throb and drool against your thigh as you take your time teasing out an orgasm from her and yourself. You don't know whom the tantalizing **** is worse on, the sizzling shefreet or you, but you are determined to make it last as long as you can, slowing your pace and pulling away when you can taste her pulse quicken and then when she catches her breath, rolling your hips fast enough that the friction would set her ablaze if she weren't already aflame.

You aren't sure if it's the power you've drank from Allie's desire or if she is subconsciously protecting you while you make the beast with two backs, but her flames warm you, but don't burn you. You feel a heat rising that no amount of pacing will put off, both emanating from her and blazing brightly in your loins. You don't hold off any longer, you pull your tongue out of Allie's chest and lick her lips one last time before kneeling down and burying your face in her burning bush. It tastes like a campfire and smells like the pounding rain after a forest fire. You slide your tongue past her flaming folds and suck on her sizzling clit until a volcanic eruption of sticky spurts covers your face.

"Yesssssssss!' The impact and heat rocks your body, setting off a chain reaction of overpowering orgasms as you pull Allie off the desk into a thrashing tangle of loving limbs and moaning mouths down to the floor with you. Your bodies writhe like flickering flames as you both melt into molten, mindless ecstasy...

It's minutes later, when you are splayed on the floor 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 slide slickly between your thighs. 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 floor 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...