Chapter 3

When I came to, there was still a bit of light coming through my window. I couldn’t have been out long. The sun set early at this point of the year and was already on its way down when I came upstairs. It took me a moment to realise why I was lying on the floor of my room, my head groggy.

The puzzle box!

It had opened and released a small statue ... then ... then it was burning in my hand, and I couldn’t let go. Sitting up, I was relieved to see my hand was no worse for wear. Overall, I seemed okay. No severe physical or mental pain.

It was the second time I had passed out in just as many days. It wasn’t something I wanted to make a habit of.

I stood and turned to look for the statue with some trepidation. My first interaction hadn’t been encouraging. What I found, however, was so much more than just a small statue. Sitting cross-legged on my office chair was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Considering the past few days I’d had, that was a bold claim and one I stood by. She looked to be about my age, maybe a year older or younger. It was hard to tell sat as she was, but I guessed perhaps a few inches shorter than me. Around 5’6” to my 5’10”.

She had light brown skin that was obviously a natural colour and not a tan. Think Gal Gadot colour. However, no amount of Hollywood airbrushing and Photoshop could get close to matching this mysterious beauty’s perfect complexion. She had slightly slanted almond-shaped eyes that sparkled a brilliant gold colour. A cute button nose sat above a pair of perfect, cupids bow curved tan coloured lips that were currently curved in a small curious smile.

Her head cocked slightly to one side as she studied me curiously. Her gorgeous face was framed by dark brown hair that fell in soft curls to just above her breasts in front and halfway down her back. It was streaked with a soft reddish hued mahogany colour and a darker, almost black highlight.

Moving down, her shoulders and belly were left bare, exposing lots of her golden tan skin. Her full breasts were covered with a strip of yellow fabric that wrapped around from front to back.

I say covered, but the thin gauzy fabric did nothing to hide the perfectly shaped grapefruit-sized breasts beneath. It accentuated them, drawing your gaze. Slightly larger than Lauren’s, they had no hint of sag and the tight little nipples that topped them just begged to be sucked.

Her flat stomach showed some light definition of abs before her slim waist flared out to “fuck me handle hips,” as I call them. Perfect handholds for when you take a girl from behind and want to hammer your dick into whomever you’re fucking. A delicate chain adorned with small gold coins hung around her waist. It reminded me of something a belly dancer would wear.

Her crossed legs were covered in the same translucent fabric that “covered” her breasts, but this time in purple. Once again, I used the term cover lightly. The almost transparent material was split down the sides and held together only by loose silk ties around her ankles and waist. The style and fabric were exposing dangerous amounts of smooth golden skin. Seriously, she would cause an accident if she walked down the road like this.

Her smooth hairless pussy was framed in the bowl of her lap and was as perfect a pussy as I’d ever seen. The number had gone from zero to 3 in the past few days, with hers being the fourth ... did the twins count as one or two since they were identical?

My eyes finished their wander down her body to her feet. The same dainty feet that had appeared in my vision just before I blacked out. I worked my dry mouth to get some moisture back so I could find out who this exotic beauty was. Who she was, and what she was doing in my room?

I failed.

All I managed was a strangled few syllables that neither man nor beast could have interpreted as anything meaningful.

She gave a soft lilted laugh, sweeter than any birdsong, and said in a lightly accented voice:

“You’re confused”. It wasn’t asked as a question but spoken as a statement of fact.

My jaw still wagged uselessly, unable to produce the words my brain was telling it to.

“You’re wondering who I am and why I’m sitting here in your room.” Again, not a question.

I decided to forgo attempting any speech entirely and just nodded my confirmation. That at least I succeeded in.

“I’m Amara, daughter of the third house and your Djinn.”

I moved to sit on the edge of my bed to think this over. Other than her name, I didn’t understand any of what she had just said. She, Amara, just sat there radiating beauty. She waited expectantly for the questions she knew were coming.

Finally regaining the ability to form a coherent sentence, I asked.

“So I know your name, but who are you? And why are you in my room? How did you get in here?”

She regarded me with her strange golden eyes for a moment before speaking.

“Regarding how I got here, you brought me here. Who I am? Well, I’m a djinn, daughter of the third house of the eternal dynasty. The reason I’m here is to fulfil the purpose for which I was created.”

So that just created more questions than it answered. Before I could try to untangle what all that meant, she spoke again.

“However, I know that didn’t answer your questions. Much has changed in the past millennia, and much knowledge has been lost or discarded as myth.”

Millennia!

“In the basic terms of your language, I am what you would call a genie. I was created with the purpose of granting whoever released me five wishes. I was not, however, intended for you, I think. Somehow, while I was sealed away within the puzzle box you found, it changed many hands and was brought across the world to end up here long after I was due to be released.”

She looked at me again with those eyes and let me think over what she had said.

A genie. Wishes. What the fuck? So, as far as I can tell, I somehow released a mythical being from a puzzle box I picked up on a whim. Now she was sitting in my computer chair. I thought back to when I found the box and what Esme had said:

“ ... it’s a puzzle box. It is said to contain a powerful being that will grant wishes to any person able to complete all three sides of the puzzle.” I heard her sultry voice say inside my head.

I mean, genies and wishes, that’s all Disney make-believe. That being said, she was much more pleasing to the eye than Robin Williams or Will Smith.

Trying to organise my thoughts, I spoke.

“So you’re a genie. That was trapped inside the puzzle box I bought, and I freed you when I finished it.” She dipped her head and motioned for me to continue.

“and because of this, you’re supposed to grant me five wishes? Wishes that were intended for someone else who lived over a thousand years ago?”

I can’t believe I was having this conversation. I’ve been having a lot of unbelievable conversations with beautiful women recently, but this one topped them all.

“Essentially, yes. That hot sensation you felt when you held my statue in your hand that was part of the bonding process between you and me. The human body cannot handle the changes being bound to a djinn brings about. The binding process alters your body so you can cope both physically and mentally.” I struggled to absorb all this information, but one thing leaped out at me as significant.

“Wait. What do you mean alter my body?”

“Well, physically, you will become stronger and faster because of the structure of your muscles and bones changing. Your immune system will become stronger, making you immune to sickness or any other ailment. Your body will be more resistant to harm and heal faster from physical injuries. The molecular build-up of your body will change to harness and process the new form of energy you will need to deal with. Mentally your brain will run at full capacity.”

That was a lot to work through, but at least I wasn’t going to grow a third arm or something.

“It began when you first held the puzzle box that held me. You no doubt noticed the effect on your sexual stamina?” she said, a sly smile on her lips.

Well, that was one mystery solved.

I accepted that this was happening. It seems insane, but who am I to say what’s myth and what’s true? If someone is offering to grant me five wishes. No way I was going to turn them down. Plus, the fact she was so stunning helped me believe her. Maybe I’ve become inclined to agree with what beautiful women said. Perhaps there is something more “magical” at work helping me accept this madness.

I hope this wasn’t a monkey’s paw kind of scenario.

“So, I’m going to end up ripped and stuff that’s cool. What do you mean by energy and harnessing a new form of it?”

It sounded like something from Dragonball Z. If I get really pumped, I might go Super Saiyan.

“Something else that seems to have been lost in translation over time. All Djinn powers are fuelled by sexual energy. Therefore, whatever you wish will also be “powered” by sexual energy. Your body needs to store and use this energy.”

“Um ... sexual energy.”

“How, might I wonder, do I charge my sexual batteries, so to speak?”

“It’s best if you’re involved, but even being near anyone releasing sexual energy will work. The sultans of the old world would amass huge harems to siphon the sexual energy from.”

I was coming around to the idea. A harem sounded pretty fucking awesome.

“So that’s it then. I make my five wishes, you grant them, and that’s it?”.

This sounded far too easy and way too good to be true.

“Not exactly, but the first thing you need to do is complete the establishment of the binding process” she stood as she said this.

Each movement she made exuded sexuality, and I felt my pulse quicken and my cock fully harden as she took a few steps closer.

“and ... er ... how do ... how do I do that” I stammered.

She stood right in front of me, just a few inches away.

“Deflower me and claim me as yours,” she whispered in my ear before climbing on top of me and rolling us over on the bed, so I was atop her.

At some point, our clothes disappeared, and her body was pressed against mine. Her legs on either side of mine, her silky smooth calves hooked around me. My rock-hard cock was nestled in between the lips of her pussy, which was already wet and hot with desire. Her hard nipples pushed into my chest, and her tits were squashed slightly between us. Her golden eyes locked with mine, and she caressed the side of my face with her hand.

“Take me, Master, make me yours.”

I felt a strange thrill when she addressed me as “Master”.

She pulled my head to hers, and we locked lips, going straight into a full-blown lover’s kiss. Her lips were soft and tasted of cherries. Just the kiss alone caused a surge of pleasure to travel through my body.

She lifted and rotated her hips, grinding against my body as we kissed. She hungered for it, and who was I to deny her. I pulled back and propped myself up on my forearms. She reached between us and lined up my cock head at the entrance to her pussy. I stared into her brilliant golden eyes and slowly pushed in till I felt the resistance of her hymen.

Sex genie, right ... let’s see if she can live up to her title after a thousand years trapped in a wooden box.

I pulled back just slightly, then with one smooth solid thrust, tore through her hymen and buried myself entirely in her. Her back arched with passion, her eyes blazed brightly, and she let out a scream, immediately cumming on my cock. The walls of her pussy rippled along the entire length of my cock like nothing ever has before. It was as if she had been created for my cock to fit perfectly inside her.

She was tighter even than Lauren, and I struggled not to blow my load.

I held myself fully inside her as she rode her orgasm. She relaxed back onto the bed and wrapped her arms around me, her hands resting on the middle of my back. Her eyes seemed to shine even brighter than before, and she pushed her hips back against mine slightly.

I took it as a sign to continue and pulled my hips back until just the head was still inside her virgin pussy. I thrust in and out with full, deep strokes, filling her every time. I steadily gained speed and power until I was hammering her with all the force I could muster.

Both our bodies quickly built a light sheen of sweat, and we were both breathing heavily with pleasure. She let out little screams and moans as I took her. Her perfect grapefruit-sized tits mesmerised me as they bounced on her chest in response to my thrusting.

Slowly, I leaned down and caught a nipple between my lips, swiping my tongue across her hard little nubs before gently biting down. Another small scream, but deeper this time. After repeating this a few times on both breasts, I pulled back and stopped, having pulled completely out with just the head of my dick resting against the entrance to her pussy.

“No, Master, you must finish in me, filling me with your seed”, she almost begged, trying to draw me back into her tight body.”

My body and brain had both switched into full-on 16-year-old sex mode now. If she would grant me five wishes, I’m happy to grant this one of hers. Taking hold of her hips, I flipped her over onto her front and pulled her up to rest on her hands and knees. She flicked her curled locks of shimmering hair over one shoulder and looked over her other to lock eyes with me as I took her from behind.

There was no slow build-up. I just went full tilt, hammering into her unbelievably tight pussy with all my might. If she was anyone else on their first time, I imagine this wouldn’t be possible. Amara, however, was built for sex. And I don’t use that as a metaphor. I mean it literally.

I felt my balls tighten and couldn’t resist anymore. I was shocked I had lasted this long. Every inch of my cock inside her was being stimulated by her inhuman pussy. Her silken walls caressed my cock like a dozen teasing hands.

She must have sensed it, as she rocked back against me, causing her hanging tits to swing below her. I longed to reach around and grab them but moved my hands from her hips to her shoulders and, with the extra leverage, thrust one final time deep into her and released a torrent of cum, triggering her second orgasm.

Now I had shot some pretty big loads recently, from the natural talents of the twins’ lips to the loss of my virginity to my 20-year-old sister. However, this! This was something else.

I would have to say my balls contracted at least 10 or 11 times as I dumped stream after stream of cum into her while she screamed and came around my cock, her creamy cum mixing with mine.

As my last bit of cum left my dick, I felt a warm wave of heat pass through me. More genie magic, I guess. The last of the binding process? I pulled back and out of Amara’s cum filled pussy. Her hand quickly appeared in-between her legs to stop the cum from escaping. She rolled over, her breasts slowly shaking to a stop. Even laid back, they showed no sign of giving in to gravity.

She dipped two fingers into her pussy and scooped out a glob of our combined cum, and put her fingers to her mouth, sucking the cum off with a look of ecstasy on her mouth while her other hand was now on her pussy, holding in the cum.

I just sat back and slowly stroked my somehow still hard dick, watching my stunning sex genie eating my cum out of her pussy. She let out a contented sigh as she licked the last of the cum off her fingers and gave me a sexy smile before her eyes dropped to take in my still hard cock, slick with our juices.

“I didn’t realise the physical changes would happen so quickly,” she said as she moved onto her hands and knees and crawled towards me.

“So that’s why I’m still hard. Why I came like a racehorse?,” I wondered out loud

Amara took over, jerking my cock. “From now on, you’ll be able to stay hard pretty much all the time. My powers were limited in my confinement. Now the full effect has taken hold. You’ll be able to cum as many times as you want, and your loads will be much bigger than what you’re used to. You’ll have no genuine need for recovery, able to replenish your load almost immediately. The only real limit is your physical stamina, which will increase as the changes continue to happen. Plus, the sexual energy you absorb should provide the energy you need to go all day long.”