❤ Yes, to you, Bangaal is a powerful entity worthy of such fear

As Bangaal's grin widened across her face and her unnaturally golden eyes flashed, only a short distance away from your face, you were aware that this was not a human being, nor one understood by humanity at large. This wasn't an elf or even a demon, creatures familiar to humankind. This djinn was something else entirely: a being possessed of powerful magics, who revels in sowing chaos using that magic.

{if Master = True}You knew that you needed to establish a firm hold over her, both for the sake of your relationship as master and djinn and for the sake of your mission with the saintesses, but how could you hope to do so? Her chaos magic defied comprehension. She was the kind of creature that could appear and disappear at will. How could one collar such a beast?{elseif Servant = True}You had always intended to serve the saintesses, acknowledging but their own talents and their Geod-given powers, but never had you imagined you'd be serving one with such unknowable power as Bangaal posessed. You were afraid. She was a whirlwind of magic and you were standing in the eye of the storm. And yet... you still wanted to serve her, despite your fear.{elseif Chivalrous = True}It felt terrible to think this of your wife, but she didn't inspire the simple devotion you intended to reserve for a lover. It was a different kind of devotion, one tinged with terror. You found that you feared what such a woman would do if not properly placated with affection. These were thoughts that had no place in the mind of a romantic such as yourself, but they were impossible to shake out.{elseif Lady's Man = True}Usually it was a girl's father or her soon-to-be-ex lover that you were afraid of, but in this case, you found the woman herself the source of your anxiety. You had plenty of sexual experience, but she had hundreds of years on you. What if you couldn't perform up to her expectations? She was the type of person who could teleport you to some desolate desert on another continent where you might never be found...{elseif Freak = True}Very little inspired such terror in you as you now felt, but in a way, that was what you were searching for: something that would shake your immovable core, otherwise dead to the experiences the world had to offer. Yes, you were so scared dancing in the palm of her hand like this that you felt as though you might piss your pants... but it was a good feeling.{else}Geod had given you a task that you intended to fulfill to the letter, but attempting to stand on equal grounds with an ageless djinn, a creature with a mastery of such magics that even the church's prayers couldn't hope to match them... he'd given you a tall order. For a woman like this, you were little more than a plaything, to be discarded as she pleased. Could a woman like this truly be expected to serve humanity in perpetuity?{endif}

In short, you couldn't deny it: she inspired a reverential awe in you. She wasn't someone you could see as an ordinary woman. You answered her simply: "yes."

The genie continued to wear a mask-like grin, tilting her head slightly. "That's no way to talk about your wife, silly Lavender Vin! Bangaal is not a fearful creature. She is your loyal servant... your personal genie... your affectionate lover," the genie cooed from three different sources, coming from all around you. "Then again, you are cute, even when you are scared, yes? Bangaal cannot help but tease you! She loves to see you sweat and squirm so forgive her if she terrifies you just a little further."

You nearly screamed as a portal suddenly opened beneath your bare feet, causing your naked body to fall through into some unknown realm. Wherever it was, you were there for only a moment, before you found yourself plummeting back towards the encampment below. The ground approached with frightening speed, before the genie suddenly caught you in her arms, {if Slight = True}surprising given your speed, but perhaps less so due to your insubstantial weight. Her larger body cradled your own lovingly as she drifted towards the bonfire at the camp's center with you.{else}surprising given both your speed of your falling and the weight of your body. Two more of herself moved in to support you and bring you towards the bonfire at the camp's center.{endif}

You were supported now by three Bangaals, but you soon became aware that letting you down gently wasn't in their plans. Instead, they hooked you in the air with their arms under you, carressing your legs and back softly with their hands while another djinn floated down above you, stark naked with her brown skin gleaming in the light of the fire. She lowered herself down into cowgirl position. Your stiff rod was like a beacon for her, standing up straight while the rest of your body reclined as though in a hammock. She slid the moist, supernaturally hot lips of her pussy back and forth against it for just a bit before, satisfied, she slid it inside of her, lowering down by inches until she'd fully engulfed it. The inner walls of her vagina weren't just warm in the way an ordinary woman's would be-- it felt like your dick was being baked inside some sort of oven!

"Good squire! How do they say... fear is the friend of arousal? Falling fifty feet through the air has gotten you nice and hard," the Bangaal riding you giggled, moving her body in a sensual, serpentine motion that bounced her breasts while grinding her lower body down, pushing you inside of her. "Have you ever had sex mid-flight before? No woman can provide you this, save for Bangaal!" she boasted, throwing her arms over her head and tossing her ponytail while she continued to slide back and forth on your lap.

Just as you were getting used to the motion, another Bangaal's face appeared, grinning down at you. "And from this position, Bangaal can use you however she likes!"

You felt additional hands and tongues begin to run over your body, and you imagined the other copies of you were in much the same situation, receiving additional stimulation from all sides. At the same time, a shadow fell over you-- the hips of another naked djinn appeared above your face, then slowly lowered themselves, until the genie's ass rested upon you. Thankfully, it didn't have all of the weight-- her flying powers took care of that-- but she applied some **** all the same, encouraging you to lick her. You were robbed of your sight, seeing only the soft, brown skin of the underside of her thighs, as she wiggled her bottom up and down upon your chin. You could feel her growing wetter as, much like yourself, she was stimulated from multiple angles.

Unfortunately, none of it could match the stimulation you yourself felt. Before long, you were shooting loads out of five different spent dicks, each cumming inside of another Bangaal. The woman gave a contented sigh of pleasure, something less than a moan, then began grinding again upon your increasingly sore member. "Not yet, Lavender Vin! The master of a djinn must occasionally be willing to grant her wishes as well, yes? That's how it goes in all of the stories, anyway!" she giggled, continuing to slow-bake your dick until it regained some of its firmness. "A round two is in order, Bangaal thinks!"

You weren't sure how long this would go on, but you felt your copies losing consciousness one after another. Eventually, you fell asleep too, resting on a soft hammock of Bangaals...

... You would awake later in a somewhat less dignified position, thrown naked over one of the camp's benches nearby the bonfire as Helmid appeared nearby for her morning training. The woman's eyes searched you shamelessly for a moment before she rested one hand upon her cheek and let you know: you should probably get dressed before anyone found you this way.

Your dick was still warm and sore. It might not be healthy to have sex with Bangaal every night this way...