James' Genie Ch. 02

James awoke to the feeling of warm, soft skin gently stroking his cock. He smiled, slowly opening his eyes to find Imane, his Genie, staring back at him, facing him as they both laid on their sides, one of her small hands wrapped around his hardness. A small, curly length of brown hair, the tiny strands of silver and gold shimmering in the sun, hung down to obscure part of her adorable face.

Under the morning sun, Imane's skin seemed to glow a golden brown, and the little flecks of amber and blue in her green eyes practically sparkled. Apparently, he hadn't been deluding himself. She really was the most gorgeous woman who had ever lived. "Good morning, James," she murmured in that slightly-raspy voice of hers that practically screamed sex. "I noticed your pressing need, and I thought I would relieve it for you," she said smugly.

Her breath, he noticed, was still perfect, even though it had been an entire night. When he spoke, he tried to avoid breathing too much on her face. "Good morning," he said in his own, raspy morning voice. "Could you clear up my breath? Forever, preferably?" he asked. "Because I would very much like to kiss you."

This time, the flash of gold in her eyes was barely noticeable, and only because their faces were mere inches apart. He wondered at that, but delighted in the fresh feeling in his mouth. Without hesitation, he closed the distance, pressing a sweet kiss to his new Genie's lips. They parted for him immediately, a hum of satisfaction coming from deep in Imane's chest.

He pulled away before he was completely incapable of doing so, and smiled softly, pushing the loose strand of hair out of her face. "You're beautiful," he told her, enjoying her slight blush at the praise. "And you can wake me however you want, in the future. I think I'd enjoy that."

"Yes, James," Imane said, mimicking the way she had spoken the previous night, when they had been Genie and Master, instead of whatever they were after truly sleeping together. A couple, perhaps, though he had never actually dated anyone, and their magical bond was more than a little unique.

She was still stroking his length, and her soft hand felt incredible compared to his own, rougher ones, which were never quite as satisfying as a woman's touch. In an effort to return her generous attentions, he snaked a hand between her shapely thighs and found her already soaking wet, slightly swollen from arousal. "Pleasant dreams?" he asked.

Imane blushed again, but nodded sweetly. "Of you, James," she said quietly, the sexy rasp in her voice almost disappearing with her tone. His heart melted a little, and that was no small accomplishment. Fuck, he loved women, and she was the best one to ever exist.

One of his fingers trailed against her weeping slit, causing her to shiver and her grip on his cock to tighten. "Tell me," he demanded gently.

Kiss-swollen lips parted in a silent sigh. "I dreamt you were taking me from behind," she said, eyes vague, as if she could see it again. "We were in the shower, and you were pressing me against the glass, your hand grasping my hair tight, fucking me hard." She was stroking a little harder now, and he slowly pushed a finger into her, knuckle-deep. "I could feel your chest against my back, and I wanted you to fill me up," she whispered dreamily.

Feeling inflamed by her dream, he pulled her closer, kissing her hard before biting her lip just enough to make her gasp. He slipped another finger inside of her and began to finger her properly, slowly massaging her inner walls with a gentle firmness. Then, he began to move down her body, kissing every inch of skin he passed over, forcing her to let go of his cock. He didn't mind. This was about her. She needed to know how beautiful she was.

First was her neck, where he kissed along the lines of it, occasionally going back up to kiss her jaw and beneath her ears. Then was her collarbone, which he laved at with his tongue in a way that made Imane arch her back and whimper.

After that were the tops of her breasts, which he lingered on, nipping at her skin briefly to mark her. He focused his attentions on the valley between her breasts next, enjoying the feeling of the warm softness of her skin pressing against his face when he buried his head there.

Then there were her nipples. The dark peaks were pebbled with arousal, and he paid special attention to them, laving at them with his tongue and rolling them between his teeth. He stayed there, tormenting Imane while still slowly fingering her, pressing against her clit with the heel of his hand. The attention was too much for Imane, and she came while crying out his name, stuck between a moan and a wine of desperation.

Satisfied that he had fully appreciated her tits, he continued lower. "You're so gorgeous, Imane," he said as he began leaving lingering kisses against the taut surface of her stomach, which was well-defined and lovely, like a bikini model's. "My beautiful girl," he said in praise.

She whimpered in pleasure at the words and his attentions. He moved lower, stopping to circle her navel with his tongue. As flat and beautifully muscled as it was, her stomach was still quivering with pleasure from what he was doing to her.

He moved lower then, leaving kisses on the short dusting of neat hair that covered her pubic area. James had stopped fingering her after her orgasm, and was now holding her thighs down to keep her from wriggling too much from the feelings he was creating in her.

Finally, he reached the crux of her legs, where Imane most desperately wanted him to touch her. He considered, briefly, keeping her on the edge a little longer and spending a few minutes kissing the length of her thighs, but he had already brought her to orgasm once, and dammit, he wanted to taste her.

Leaning in closer and briefly breathing against her skin, he closed his eyes and proceeded to run his tongue up the length of her pussy, briefly flicking upwards when he reached her clit. Imane let out a keening sound of ecstatic joy, and her fingers buried themselves in his hair, forcing him closer.

James sighed in contentment. He had always enjoyed going down on his lovers, but he had never done it for the taste. Not that he usually minded, of course, but there wasn't anything he enjoyed about that particular flavor. Imane, however, was different. She tasted sweet and strong, like honey, and it made him hunger for more.

Abandoning his usual pace, he buried his head between her thighs, just as her hands in his hair were demanding of him, and he began to eat her out in truth.

"Oh fuck, James," Imane keened as he lapped at her folds, his eyes closed in bliss. "Fuck, just like that," she continued. "Just like that. You're so fucking good. Fuck!"

He knew to focus on her clit, but that didn't mean he ignored the rest of her, and, indeed, he made sure to stimulate as much of her as he could. He was an expert at this.

The feeling of Imane's hands in his hair, urging him on as she shook beneath his ministrations, only spurred him on, urging him forward. He lapped at her honeyed taste like a parched man, dying of thirst. She was an oasis in the desert. She was a spring on the mountainside. She was the forbidden apple on the tree. She was delicious.

Imane finally came with a desperate shout of unknowable pleasure, her warm center flooding with her satisfaction and her fingers tightening in his hair until it almost hurt. He drew her orgasm out, keeping up a steady pace that he knew would not overstimulate her. Her thighs bucked under his grasp, and he had to hold her steady to prevent her from moving out of his reach. She was no longer in control of her body.

Finally, blessedly, her orgasm petered out, and she collapsed with a sigh of exhaustion, breathing hard. James crawled out from between her thighs, wrapping her in his arms until they were spooning. He noticed that Imane's eyes were wet with unshed tears, but he didn't call her out on it. She would tell him why when she wanted to.

They were quiet for a moment. Imane clearly needed some time to recover. James luxuriated in the feeling of her silky soft skin against his body, and the pillowy cushion of her ass cradling his hard cock.

Eventually, her eyes dried and her breathing returned to normal.

"We should probably talk about this whole Genie thing, right?" he asked, hesitant to break through the dream he had been living in since the amulet had opened.

Imane managed to get even closer to him. " Yes, we should. You did seem woefully ignorant of my abilities," she agreed with a hint of defiant humor in her tone that he quite appreciated. "But then, it has been well over a thousand years, and we are quite far from my land. Am I right to assume magic is no longer common knowledge?"

The question was a little broad, considering all the people who claimed to be capable of magic and might not be so wrong now that he thought about it, so he went with the simple answer. "Pretty much."

She hummed in acknowledgment. "In my time, Genies were common knowledge. A select few, mostly rulers and thinkers, were granted personal Genies who would fulfill their every sexual desire. Some allowed them to live long, even endless lives, but most did not." She wiggled her hips, causing his cock to twitch. "I am one of the Genies that allows endless life. So, if you so desire, we will be together forever."

Huh, he thought. Immortality was pretty sweet. A little intimidating, but pretty sweet. And an eternity with this woman sounded perfect. After all, rather than wake up to find her less beautiful than he had thought, the opposite had happened. James was quite certain Imane was the most attractive woman alive.

"As your Genie, I was 'born' the moment my amulet was opened, taking on the physical and mental form you most desire, drawing from your experiences, your fantasies, and your subconscious thoughts. Physically, I am, as I said last night, literally perfect for you. Mentally, I am the closest fit I can be within the limits of my existence. You like women who are sexually-driven, confident, intelligent, kind, funny, and 'low-key.' Other than being sexually-driven, these weren't things that were encouraged in Genies, but I am trying to fit the mold, so to speak."

James stroked the side of her neck with a thumb. He remembered how she had been hesitant to use his name, but had acquiesced quickly. "I appreciate that, and I think I prefer this, more open version of you."

She laughed, invariably sexily, as with everything she did. "I'm sure that's all you appreciate," she said sarcastically. "You might also like to know that your perfect woman is 'into chicks,' as you might put it."

He very much did like to know that, and it took all his willpower not to nudge her thighs apart and push into her - he had been hard since waking up. But then, why shouldn't he?

Imane's breath hitched as he slid into her tightness, already wet from her previous orgasm. "I knew you would like that," she said lowly, not even bothering to roll her hips as they basked in the simple warmth of being joined.

James nuzzled the back of her neck, planting a kiss there. "Tell me more?" he asked.

She groaned a little, tightening the muscles of her inner walls, presumably just because she could. "Many Genies were assigned the running of a ruler's harem. Sapphic activities were commonplace, even expected. Even without that, it is something you would want in your perfect woman, and so I desire women." She moaned again, slowly milking his cock. "As for men, you are the only one I will ever desire."

It took a great deal of effort to think. "The way you feel... Is it real?" he asked delicately.

To his surprise, Imane rolled her hips a little aggressively. "Does the bird love flight because it was born with wings? Does it matter?" She turned her head slightly, a hand coming up to stroke the line of his jaw. "Just because I was made to love you, doesn't make it any less real."

A moment later, she managed to bring herself to a shuddering orgasm simply through the contractions of her muscles. It was honestly quite impressive.

Still a little awed by the knowledge that she simply loved him no matter what, he forged ahead. "You already told me what you can do," James began, "but not everything."

Imane whimpered a little. "Any erotic wish means any erotic wish. You can have anyone you desire in any way you desire, anywhere and anytime." She rolled her hips again, still milking him with her tight muscles. "Doing your bidding in that way would be my genuine pleasure. I want to watch you fuck other women. I want to perform any deed you ask of me." She was rubbing at her clit as she slowly fucked him, he noticed. "I want you to take me whenever you please, just because you can."

As they had been talking, the pressure had been building the entire time. She was the tightest, warmest, softest creature he had ever known, and being buried inside her was akin to entering the Garden of Eden. James climaxed, bringing Imane with him. They shuddered together, wrapped around each other. "Fuck," he groaned lowly, a warm feeling spreading from his chest to his limbs. Imane was limp against him, and he soon slipped out of her, no longer hard.

When he managed to actually catch his breath, he wrapped an arm around her firm stomach and breathed in the scent of her hair. "If I did hook-up with other women, how would you like to enjoy them, too?"

"I would like that very much," Imane said heatedly.

Endless blowjobs and threesomes. His wish really had come true.

--

Watching Imane shower was like watching a very explicit shampoo commercial. Her dark, curly mass of hair clung to her wet, tanned skin, all as drops of water ran down her curves, highlighting just how perfect her body was.

A part of him almost felt bad, as they had spent most of their time together having constant sex, but the rest of him was too wildly attracted to Imane to care. And she wasn't exactly complaining. If anything, she was encouraging and enabling his behavior, which probably wasn't great.

Needless to say, they both had more than one orgasm before they left the shower.

After recreating Imane's dream in the shower, James stepped in front of the tall mirror in his room, a blessedly naked Genie beside him, leaning her weight on one leg in a way that made her ass look fantastic.

He wasn't so bad himself. Tanned skin a shade or three lighter than Imane's North African - his mother had been Andalusian, and not even his father's Welsh paleness could negate that - and messy, dark hair, with light gray eyes that girls seemed to like.

They looked like quite the couple, and he could easily see them seducing his classmates, even without any magical advantage.

Still, he could be better. "You said you could modify my body in any way?" he asked.

"Indeed," she agreed, pressing herself against his back and running her hands down his sides.

He gently swatted them away. "Stop seducing me, you minx."

"Fine," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Yes, I can modify your body as you please, and already have. When you asked me to freshen your breath, you were very specific, so I did as you asked. You will never have bad breath again, though you'll still have to brush your teeth. I can fix that, if you'd like."

James waved her off. "It would be a little weird if I stopped buying toothpaste, and I don't want to get too lazy" he argued, knowing it would be a slippery slope to total sloth. He had long ago proven himself easily susceptible, being naturally inclined to laziness.

He took a long moment to inspect his body, then made his decision. "Give me twelve pounds of muscle, and lose two pounds of fat," he said. That was his current goal as it was, and he probably would have achieved it by the time summer came around, but not having to workout for months to get there would be nice.

A moment later, his skin began to squirm and tickle in a distinctly strange way, and he saw himself change before his own eyes. His abs tightened up, his pectorals grew a little bigger, and his shoulders a little rounder. Overall, he had been in great shape before - he had to be in great shape to flirt with all the girls that came to the beach during the on-season - but now he was in fantastic shape. He looked like a magazine model.

"Very nice," he said, noticing that she had started dragging her hands along his body again, and her nipples were pebbled when they brushed against his back. He flexed, and he felt the new strength in his arms, which was slightly more than before. What would have once been a pump gained at the gym was now his status quo.

"Thank you, Imane. I'll have to test this out when we get to school. Now, how about you give me a perfect haircut."

He felt her presence against his mind - it was not exactly like reading his mind, she had explained in the shower, but more like getting an impression, as with rubbing a gravestone - as she got an idea of what that meant. Sure enough, his hair shortened in some places and grew in others, becoming perfect. "Now keep it at that length so I don't have to keep asking. In fact," he said, suddenly struck with inspiration, "make it so I don't have to shave my face or below the belt again. Just keep it all at the perfect length."

Sure enough, his pubic hair shortened and his stubble evened out to an attractive length that looked clean, yet a little rough. "Fuck, I'm pretty hot," he said smugly.

Imane fondled his balls lightly. "I agree."

"You would," he acknowledged. "Now, about my dick."

As if prompted somehow, she stroked his half-hard cock lovingly. "About your dick," she agreed. It was clear that she had something of a love-affair with his length, and he wasn't complaining. He felt the same way about her breasts.

"How about you make it two inches longer when hard, and proportionally thicker, as well. My balls should match the change." With the way she was stroking his cock, he quickly rose to full-mast, and sure enough, he was longer and thicker than before, and he was pretty sure his balls looked bigger than they once were. "You don't think that's too big?" he asked. He had seen larger dicks in porn, but he knew that most women would be uncomfortable, and he didn't want that. Nor did he want to stuff a python in his pants every day.

"For me, any length would be a perfect fit. For most women, it's about as big as they could reasonably handle without preparing before, although some professionals can take much bigger," she informed him, though he was fairly certain she had never watched porn, considering she wasn't even a day old, for all that she was his own age, and also ancient.

James nodded, satisfied. "Well, how about you make it so I can stay hard for as long as I want, and never run out of cum."

"Yes, James," Imane said lowly, no doubt thinking about what that would mean for her, stroking him a little harder and tracing his abs with her other hand.

He wanted to finish this whole process before he turned around, threw his Genie on the bed, and ravished her. "Oh, and make sure I can't get sick. Or anything, really. Just give me a clean bill of health."

She did, and as soon as that was done, he made good use of his new body by fucking Imane for the rest of the morning.

--

James had been planning on taking Imane shopping for clothing and school supplies and whatnot, but it was Black Friday, and he really didn't want to deal with the crowds. Instead, he settled for making them lunch, which, with a Genie who had never tasted food before, was quite an enjoyable endeavor.

For all that he complained, he actually did enjoy cooking, and he did it often enough before going to college. His stepmother was an awful cook, and his father worked too much to find the time, so he had ended up making a lot of the meals in their house. It wasn't so bad. He got to decide what they were eating, and he got to make it how he wanted.

Besides, the best way to bribe younger siblings was with food, and he was a damned good cook. The only person it didn't work on was his older brother, Edward, who, frankly, had been born with a stick up his ass. Luckily, he was off at Columbia in New York, so they rarely saw each other.

Thoughts of Edward at Columbia made James finally remember that he would be bringing Imane to college with him.

He was thriving at Wilmington University. A unique advantage was his single room with an attached bathroom, which he had been given for being part of the Honors program as a sophomore as well as a tour guide, something he would continue to enjoy during the rest of his years at school. It had previously been of immense help in his more lurid activities, but it would now allow him to keep Imane around, rather than having to live separately. He supposed Imane probably could have arranged something for him had he been in a double, but now she didn't have to bother. And, if they ever wanted to have another girl - or two, or three, he supposed - over for the night, he wouldn't have any trouble at all. Imane could live out her sapphic harem fantasy to her heart's delight.

Imane sat across from him, a plate before her. He had cooked her an omelette, stuffed with mushroom, sausage, spinach, onion, and cheese, then topped with various herbs and spices. Beside that was a pile of blueberries and sliced strawberries. His Genie was wearing a pair of his old pajama pants and a big t-shirt, which hung baggy on her smaller frame, draping over her breasts like a bedsheet in a boudoir shoot.

Tentatively, but with excitement in her eyes, Imane speared a piece of strawberry with her fork and raised it to her pretty lips. She met his eyes. "Can I?" she asked softly.

"Yes, please," James said, watching her for every little reaction. It wasn't every day you got to watch someone experience flavor for the first time.

Deftly, she placed the strawberry in her mouth, all while James watched with rapt attention. Immediately, her face softened and she hummed at the flavor, then made an even stronger noise when she bit into the the chunk of fruit and released even more flavor.

"Good?" he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

Imane nodded enthusiastically and cutely, swallowing her strawberry and immediately eating a blueberry, her face melting all over again at the new flavor. James began eating as well, still smiling at the way Imane reacted to the new flavors she was experiencing. God, there was so many things she had yet to see and feel. How strange, to come across a grown woman who had seen nothing of the world, but knew everything about it.

Between bites of his omelette, James decided to start with the basics. "So, what's your backstory, if anyone ever asks?" This was important to figure out now, because soon people would begin asking questions, and they needed to be on the same page, so to speak.

Imane smiled, dazzling him with her excitement. "I've been thinking about that!" she exclaimed. "Since we're both sophomores, I have to be a transfer student, and preferably from a big state school, far away. It gives me some anonymity, and it means fewer people will be familiar with the area, so they won't ask any questions I can't answer" she explained. "I like the idea of Arizona State University. I doubt anyone at Wilmington will be familiar with ASU, and most people who visit Phoenix are on their way to somewhere outside the city, so they won't know much about it."

"Sounds good to me," James agreed. He couldn't think of anyone in his circle of friends, casual hook-ups, one night stands, and brief flings that was from Arizona. Wilmington wasn't a big school, and most of the students were from the East Coast. "Why did you transfer?"

Imane smiled. "I did exceptionally well during my first year at ASU, and when I applied to Wilmington, they saw my grades and offered me a full-boat scholarship and a spot in the Honors program."

James grinned. "Smart girl, then, huh?"

Very, a familiar voice said in his mind.

James dropped his fork. "Was that you?" he asked aloud.

A playful look was dancing across Imane's face. It might have been, the voice told him, this time more recognizably her own.

"How are you doing that?" James asked, shocked and amazed, though he really shouldn't have been by now.

Imane popped a blueberry into her mouth, chewed, then swallowed. "It's similar to when I get impressions from your mind, really." Her eyes twinkled in the midday light. "Only, this goes both ways."

"I can speak to you in my mind?" That could prove very useful.

"Well, you should be able to," Imane began, but that really depends on you, she finished.

"My God," James said in fake outrage. "My Genie is mocking me!"

Well, if the shoe fits, Imane continued, grinning all the while. "Come on, I'll teach you."

James huffed. "Fine, fine. Teach me, oh Great One."

What I'm doing isn't actually all that complicated, she explained. I'm just projecting my thoughts towards you. Basically, when you think normally, it's a very private thing, but now you have to shout those thoughts out into the void. She smiled at him. "Our souls are connected. No matter where you are, I'll be able to hear you."

Like this? James asked.

Imane giggled. "You just said it aloud, James." She giggled again. "Keep the thought in your head, but project it out."

Are you sure this is the best way to teach me? he asked.

Very sure, Imane answered in his mind.

James grinned, meeting the twinkling eyes of his Genie. I did it! he exclaimed.

They chatted for a while in each other's heads, finding it easier to carry on a conversation while eating when they could do it all in their heads. And besides, there was a certain intimacy to having another voice in your head, though he was sure it would have been creepy to some.

Eventually, the conversation turned back to college.

I can create all the records I need. As far as Wilmington and ASU will know, I've been in school since Kindergarten, Imane explained.

What did you get on the SAT? James asked.

Imane smirked. They changed the test to 1600 in 2016. I got a 1580. She raised a perfect eyebrow. What did you get? she asked.

Not that, he admitted. How about housing? What's the explanation there?

This time, Imane grimaced. It's not as elegant as I'd like, she admitted. You live in a single, but it can technically be a forced-double when the school needs it to be. There are still open spots in housing, so even if I transferred in, they would never put me in a forced-double, and especially not with a man, so I had to cheat a little. Anyone who questions it will find themselves moving on to other thoughts. She smiled a little at that. It's part of my powers when it comes to protecting your anonymity.

So what? James asked. We met because you moved into my room, and we immediately hit it off?

Imane shrugged. Pretty much, she told him.

Later, as they were doing the dishes, Imane spoke up. "You know, I didn't tell you everything about myself."

He looked over at her. Washing a plate while wearing his pajamas, with her hair tied back, she almost looked normal. Domestic, even. It was strange, knowing what she was.

"Well, by all means," he agreed.

"I'm not exactly like other women," Imane began.

"No!" James guffawed.

Imane swatted at his arm. "In other ways, too!" she exclaimed. "Did you know I don't get a period?"

James set a plate aside. "No, I didn't know that," he said a little softer.

"Exactly!" she practically shouted, her face alight with joy. "Let's see. Did you know I can get pregnant?"

Suddenly, James' stomach dropped away. "You can?" he asked a little woodenly.

"Oh, don't be so fucking scared. I'm a magic sex Genie. I can control it," she said with exasperation. "You can get me pregnant if you want, but I should warn you, any child we have will be totally human, and totally mortal. It's a burden few are willing to take on, to outlive their own child."

"Yeah, lets not do that," he agreed. "What else can you do?" he asked, trying to move the subject on a little.

"Well, I'm pretty good with languages. I know the ones you do, so that means I'm fluent in English and Andalusian Spanish. I also know my own native Arabic, but nobody alive today would still understand it. Anyway, I can learn languages really quickly. I think some other Genies would serve in diplomatic roles for their masters, so it was necessary for us to be able to translate." She pursed her lips. "Oh! I know modern technology and all that, but only because you know it. I have a pretty good basic understanding of history, arithmetic, philosophy, science, physics, and all the other major disciplines, but only because you do. I must say, by the way, you're much better read than I think people expect."

"What's that supposed to mean?" James asked.

Imane didn't answer him. "I know a lot about magic, but I'm not sure how applicable that is today. And I'm an expert at pre-Islamic Arabic life and politics, but that's no use to you."

They were silent for a moment, doing the dishes side-by-side.

"You know, you don't treat me the way I expected," Imane told him softly.

James looked over at her, and saw that she was shyer than usual. "How was I supposed to treat you?"

Imane shifted her shoulders a little, seeming nervous to talk about it. "Women, where I come from, weren't treated as fully human. Well, I'm not. Human, that is. But the distinction doesn't matter. They were property. Did you know female infanticide was practiced in pre-Islamic Arabia?" She shuddered a little. "I would have been a slave to my master's pleasure, with no hope of any autonomy. The thing is, I would have enjoyed it. That's the insidious thing about this bond. You could treat me like an object. You could hurt me, or rape me, and I would enjoy it. Even many modern men would fall for the temptation."

"I could never!" James protested. "Consent is very important to me!"

"Well that's just it, James! You could, if you wanted to. James, if you wanted to rape a women, I would help you. Do you understand that?"

James swallowed dryly. He hadn't thought about it like that. Was that the power he had suddenly been handed? Total power, over everyone around him? It was vile, and he could taste the stench of it in the back of his throat.

"I would never ask you to do that," James insisted.

Imane sighed, then stood on the tips of her toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Which is why you're a better man than I could have ever hoped for."

They were silent for another beat.

"You know, I never actually asked you." He turned to look at Imane. She looked up at him with total trust in her eyes. He swallowed again. "Will you my girlfriend."

A huge smile spread across her face. "Yes!" she shrieked, jumping into his arms.

--

After eating, James and Imane ended up just laying on his bed, basking in the sunlight that streamed through his windows. He loved the way her tanned skin seemed to glow golden in the light, and every time she brushed against him she was warm to the touch. It was nice having someone around.

They were both, in every sense, beings of sex, however, and it wasn't long before they were making out again. When Imane separated from him, she was blushing. "We should do something new," she said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"

She blushed again. "I don't know. Is there anything you've always wanted to try, but never had the chance to?" She sat her weight back on her thighs. "Seriously, James, I can do pretty much anything, and as wonderful as all this sex is, I would be remiss if I didn't encourage you to take full advantage of my abilities."

James couldn't help but snort in amusement. "'I would be remiss' is a really fancy way of saying how horny you are," he teased.

Imane slapped his chest lightly, then wrapped a hand around his cock, teasing it with a short stroke. "I was being serious! What have you always wanted to do?"

"Fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes. Then, a thought came to him, and he slowly smiled. "How about anal?" he asked, a part of him still expecting her to decline.

Instead, her eyes darkened with lust and she stroked his cock again. "You want to?" she asked, almost sounding afraid he would back out.

"Uh, yeah?"

He had always wanted to try, more our of curiosity than anything else. Unfortunately, he had never had the opportunity. Most of the casual hook-ups he had enjoyed had been, well, too casual for that sort of thing.

A bottle suddenly appeared in Imane's outstretched hand.

"Is that lube?" James asked.

Imane smiled widely, holding it beside her as if advertising it. "Genie Lube. Hypoallergenic, all-natural, non-staining, ethically-sourced, edible, and easily washed away." She winked. "Genie Lube. The ideal lubrication for your anal needs."

James snorted. "Very funny," he said dryly. "Are you sure this is entirely clean?"

His Genie faked outrage. "Did you just ask me if my asshole is clean?" She giggled cutely. "Of course it is."

"Well let's do this, then!" He paused. "How should I start?"

Imane pursed her pretty, perfect lips. "My body was built for this, so it will be a lot easier with me than it would be with another girl. You might as well take this opportunity to learn how to do it properly," she said very professionally. "The key is arousal. It helps to relax all the muscles, which makes things more comfortable and safer for everyone."

"So you're saying I should go down on you?" James asked, chuckling softly.

"I'm never not saying that."

James reached over to Imane, grabbed both of her perfect, delicious thighs, and pulled her towards him so that she landed flat on her back, shrieking in delight. James pushed her legs apart, and, without hesitation, dove straight in.

"Fuck!" Imane moaned as he began to greedily lap at her folds. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, and she pushed him in deeper, until his nose was pressed against her pubic bone. Just like that, James, Imane told him. Just like that.

For the first time ever, James now had the power to talk to a girl while going down on her. Are you sure I'm doing it right? he asked, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue in a way that made her moan deep and long.

Imane gripped his hair tighter. Shut up, she told him, which he thought was fair.

Slowly, James pushed a finger into her tight center, pushing up to where he knew her inner-walls were most sensitive. Her pussy tightened around him, and he lapped at the delicious wetness of her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum," Imane moaned. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

James didn't stop, but instead pushed another finger into her tight pussy, slipping it easily into her soaked center.

Just like that, Imane came, shrieking his name as she shuddered beneath his ministrations. He kept at it, only pulling away when he was certain she was finished.

He smiled at the sight of her, all tanned, sweaty skin and wild hair spread out against his bed, her breasts heaving with each desperate breath, her face flushed from pleasure.

Grabbing the bottle of lube, James gathered a dollop of the clear, almost creamy substance onto his finger. "Hold your legs open for me," he told Imane. She did as he asked, her eyes still a little cloudy from the pleasure of orgasm. Briefly, James took some time to gaze at her asshole. Like the rest of her, it was more beautiful than he could have ever expected. He pressed his finger against it, rubbing small circles that spread the lube over her tight sphincter. Slowly, he pressed just a single finger in, making Imane grunt with pleasure. Then, hoping to ease her into it, he used his other hand to slowly rub at her clit, and almost immediately he felt the tight muscles of her anus relax. She was that responsive.

Even slower than before, he eased another finger into her, making her shake, though she dutifully kept holding her legs apart for him, her breasts heaving hypnotically with each shuddering breath. This time, he slowly pushed his fingers in and out, getting her used to the way it would feel to be fucked. Still, he kept lightly massaging her clit, making her muscles relax moment by moment as pleasure flooded his body.

One final time, he pushed another finger into her, and he felt her muscles relax a little more to accommodate him. By now, the lube had thoroughly done its job, and he was certain she was almost ready for him.

"Do you still want it?" he asked her softly, slowly moving his fingers in and out. By now, her pussy was so soaked that her wetness was mixing with the lube, and it was making her anus even slicker and smoother.

"Please, Master," Imane begged. "Please take my ass."

Well, if there has ever been a clearer invitation, James hadn't heard of it. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of her ass, shaking them to remove a little of the numbness that came from being squeezed so tightly. He shuffled forward, lined up his dick with her tight sphincter, and rubbed it in circles, coating his head with lube.

He leaned forward and began to push. At first, her anus resisted him, but then, slowly, his head began to push into her. Imane's breathing stilled, and her eyes went wide, her fingers leaving white marks against the skin of her thighs as she held her legs apart for him. Finally, his head pushed into her, her asshole giving way for him.

"Fuck," James breathed. He had never felt anything like being inside Imane's tight ass before. The muscles of her sphincter gripped at his cock, but the part of him that nestled inside of him was comparatively freer, in total opposition to the way her pussy normally hugged at him. "That's so good, Imane."

Imane wiggled her hips, trying to pull him in deeper, her breasts heaving again as she breathed deep, moaning a little with each exhale. "Please fuck me, Master. I've been such a good girl for you."

James grinned, leaning forward as he pushed in deeper, slowly hilting all of him inside of her. "Oh fuck!" she moaned, bucking her hips as his thighs finally pressed against her. The tight muscle of her anus was squeezing at the very base of his cock now, and it felt better than James could have imagined. Already, he felt pressure building in his core, and he hadn't even begun fucking his Genie yet.

Determined not to come before Imane did, James pushed two fingers into her pussy and began rubbing at her clit with thumb, and then he began to fuck her. "Oh fuck, Master, you're so good inside me," Imane groaned as he pulled out, then pushed back in, still fingering her all the time.

"I'm going to cum, Master," Imane moaned. "Please, fill my ass," she begged him.

James kept thrusting, and suddenly Imane was screaming her pleasure as her anus tightened around him. Overcome, he buried himself inside of her, his warm cum filling her up. "Imane," he grunted.

For a long moment, they shuddered together, and then, slowly, Imane's tight ass hugging him all the while, he pulled out of her, then collapsed onto her in exhaustion.

Small, nimble hands found their way into his hair, and he breathed heavy, totally satisfied. "That was awesome," he said numbly.

Imane giggled. "How about round two?"

He lifted his head and looked her in the eyes. She meant it. "Yeah, alright."

--

James was very glad he and Imane were both dressed when his bedroom door opened.

Charlotte, his twin sister, blinked at the sight of him reading a comic book while Imane lounged on his bed, flipping through Pride and Prejudice. His sister looked like a female version of him, though she was far more prim and proper. To her credit, she barely even reacted to the sight of a girl in his room, though she did spend a moment very blatantly checking Imane out. He couldn't blame her for that. She was only human.

"Min is coming here to stay over for the night. Don't be an asshole," she said, then shut the door before he could say anything in return.

Imane put her book down. "That was your sister, Charlotte, I take it?"

"Yeah," he confirmed.

"And who's Min?"

"Min has been Charlotte's best friend for most of their lives. She's pretty. Korean, I think. She was on the swim team at school," he told her. "I would love to sleep with her, but she's my sister's friend, and Charlotte is actually pretty cool. She used to cover for me when I brought girls home."

Imane fell to the bed beside him, a hand coming up to idly play with his hair. "Does Min want you, too?" she asked, seeming intrigued.

God, he hoped so. "I don't know," he admitted.

Imane rolled over to face him directly. "I could find out. I can't 'read her mind,' like I can with your wishes, but I have access to anything relevant to sex."

"Wait," James said, a little awed. "Can you do that to anyone?" If so, she was even more powerful than he thought.

Imane raised an eyebrow, clearly not unaware of all the ways he was thinking about using that particular power. "Not quite. There has to be a connection. If you know them, I absolutely can. If we see someone in public, I could look into things, but I wouldn't be able to go quite as deep."

"And I know Min," James said.

His Genie's eyes sparkled gold for a second, and she smirked. "She wants you," she said in a low voice. "She wants you badly, but she doesn't want to ruin things with Charlotte, and she's not very experienced. If not, she would have made a move years ago."

He had expected she was inexperienced, at least. There had never been any word of Min dating anyone. "What has she done?" he asked.

"She slept with a guy she met at the beach this summer. It wasn't bad, as far as firsts go, but they didn't have a lot of time." Now Imane really grinned. "But she actually lost her virginity last year. It was an older girl on the college swim team. In the showers, after practice. She's graduated now, though."

That was a surprise to James. "Min's bisexual?" he asked. He hadn't expected that.

"I think you would call it bi-curious. She definitely prefers men, and she wouldn't date another woman, but she's attracted to them on a physical level. Of course, sexuality is a spectrum. In the time I come from, we didn't use such specific labels."

"Right," James agreed. He knew what he was about when it came to that sort of thing. "So, what do you think we should do about her?"

Imane pursed her lips. "I think I have an idea."