The seductive touch of a hundred genies

Amulette became a distant memory for now, as your mind and body were both occupied by the presence of Bangaal all around you. You saw the genie approach from every side of your duplicates, running her hands here along your tunic, peppering there along your cheek and neck with her soft, warm lips. A heat emanated from the djinn at all times and the presence of this many clones of her, each empowered with their own lifelike tangibility now, made you feel like you were going to melt.

Bangaal's gleaming, unusually golden eyes filled your vision, as she took your face in her hands and turned you towards her. The genie held your attention there as other clones of her approached, lifting her veil not just up, but away from her face. She held your gaze firmly with her own, as a grin spread across the lower half of her face that was now unveiled, but you could see from the movement around her collar and shoulders that the others were slowly undressing her. You wanted to look down and see the rest, but she held each of your cheeks to keep you facing forward. "No peeking, squire. How about Bangaal gives you, how do they say... the appetite whetting course? To keep you content until she is finished."

The genie moved her face closer, her gold-on-gold eyes squinting slightly into crescents with giddy anticipation, as she caught your lips with her own. It was an unusual kiss, hot and wet, slipping fully into place like a lock before retracting to allow her to examine your features again. As the Bangaal in front of you experimented, the one to your side, better able to use her voice, spoke for her. "Bangaal is taking your measure, squire. She is tasting every inch of you. You are, how should she say... a flavorful man." You weren't sure what to do with that unusual compliment, but you answered her by continuing to eagerly reciprocate each approach of her lips, wrapping your tongue whenever she came close enough to do so. The two of you playfully lashed each other's tongues, causing the Bangaals nearby to giggle.

If this experience, facing Bangaal as the others teased you, was all, that would be enough, but you felt your body responding in ways that could only be explained by the dual alchemy and sorcery at work here. Your hairs, raising at the touch of countless bodies upon your clone. Your spine, shivering at the feeling of the genie's fingers tracing it where no hand should be present. Most of all, your dick, getting all sorts of attention from hands, grinding asses, and even tongues, when the Bangaals present hadn't even moved on to that feature of the show yet. You were getting rock-hard, throbbing, without a single genie actually touching your penis.

It was a wholly unfamiliar feeling. Addictive. You weren't sure if you'd ever be able to go back to regular sex after experiencing something like this.

"Are you going to cum, Lavender Vin?" one Bangaal questioned.

"Oh, but a squire should be able to hold it in a little longer, shouldn't they?" another suggested.

"Bangaal likes it when boys edge hard before they cum. She likes to see it gush out in a big blast, he he he!" a third laughed, causing the others to giggle in agreement.

{if Master = True}Being teased and toyed with like this wasn't your usual idea of fun, but after surrendering so much power to Bangaal, there wasn't any room to complain. Perhaps another night you could try your hand as the master of one-hundred djinns, but for tonight, she had you right where she wanted you, dominating all of your thoughts and sensations.{elseif Servant = True}This was everything you'd hoped for. Bangaal was enjoying herself to the max, teasing and taunting you at every turn, and you were now not just a willing servant of six saintesses, but one-hundred at once. You wished that this feeling of surrender and sexual servitude could last forever-- and if you spoke that wish to Bangaal, perhaps it would.{elseif Chivalrous = True}Your thoughts were conflicted. Was this true love? Can a man split in five love a woman split into one-hundred like this? Perhaps this was nothing more than a lusty orgy, an affront to the very chivalrous idea of love you held, but in another sense... perhaps serving one-hundred of one woman was the truest expression of your love.{elseif Lady's Man = True}Romance with several women at once was nothing new to you. Even six at once was pretty much within your wheel-house. But one-hundred? No night from the time before could compare to this. You allowed yourself to fully feel each genie as she serviced you in a way that would have been exciting even with one one-hundredth the numbers.{elseif Freak = True}The feeling was intoxicating. You begged her to put fingers in your mouths. You felt hands, more than you could count, cupping your balls, lips kissing and pulling at the flesh. You felt yourself being jerked off, sucked off, and grinded upon at the same time. With tastes as deviant as yours, you certainly wouldn't reach any traditional heaven, but perhaps this was just as well as heaven on the surface.{else}This sorcery was unnatural-- it was the stuff of demons, you thought. Such hellish delights couldn't be endorsed by Geod, could they? Here, they were. So much of this was worldly pleasure, so much extraneous to the task you'd been given, that a small corner of your mind felt guilty. It was smothered and made small by the feeling of bodily stimulation. For once, your mission was not at the forefront of your mind. Through Bangaal's efforts, she'd set aside all other distractions.{endif}

You felt your clothes pulled away from you. In a matter of moments, you were bare and exposed, just as the Bangaal in front of you was. She finally pushed away from you, opening her arms to allow you to see every inch of her tanned, brown flesh, glistening with sweat. The golden saintess mark glowed upon her exposed, curvaceous hips. Her eye-catching breasts rose and fell with her elevated breathing. It wasn't just you who was excited. Just as much as you'd felt her every touch, she'd felt you with a hundred hands. Her grin was wide, white glinting in the darkening night. She grabbed your hand and put it between her legs, under her shaven groin so that your fingers went straight to the dampness of her slit.

You'd felt yourself touching her for a while now, but those were other yous, other Bangaals. With your hand on the one you believed to be the original specimen, it finally felt real. You eagerly pushed your fingers inside her, massaging inside as moisture dripped down from your fingers to your wrist.

"Bangaal is so excited, mortal... it has been years since such a delicious master belonged to her."

You gulped and nodded. You couldn't exactly understand the sentiment, but to say you were excited would be an understatement.

She used her unoccupied hand to wrap her fingers around your cock, stroking slowly with a mesmerizing, practiced touch, from the base to the head. Her fingers delicately danced around the head, becoming slightly sticky with your precum. You shuddered with pleasure.

"Tell me, Lavender Vin... Do you fear Bangaal, as Amulette does? Bangaal is an ancient djinn, a creature neither human nor demon nor angel nor beast. No human can truly know her, nor the power of her sorcery. In a way... you will always be inferior to her," she whispered to you, keeping a mask-like grin on her face. "That is simple truth. Mortal men and women are inferior to Bangaal. Do you fear her?" she asked again, as a few other Bangaals approached, extending their tongues to lick the sweat from all over your body.