Chapter 6

Breakfast was the first thing on my mind. The energy I received from Lauren did little to curb my appetite. It increased it. I’ve been eating more and more recently, and my body has been growing more muscular and defined by the day. My body needed the extra nutrients to sustain my growth.

I made myself some cereal, and Amara stuck to coffee. She said she had already eaten, eying my crotch and licking her lips seductively. My cock twitched at the idea of a second serving. However, my hunger overrode my sex drive, and I sat down to eat my first of three bowls of Weetabix.

Hunger temporarily sated, we moved on to more important matters. The wording of my first wish. Even with all the goings-on of the past few days, I hadn’t forgotten what is perhaps Amara’s most extraordinary ability.

The wishes.

They had been in the back of my mind all along. It had been incredibly tempting to just go with my first ideas. However, I couldn’t help but think of all the cautionary tales that taught us to be careful what we wish for.

“So, I know about the link and that each wish is powered by sexual energy. Energy generated while the link is established.”

Amara nodded.

“Is there anything else I need to know? Rules or restrictions? Things I can’t or shouldn’t wish for?”

“Well, you can’t wish for more wishes. That’s one thing pop culture got right. I can’t make you immortal or invincible, either. Time travel is also a big no.”

Well, I had guessed most of that. Being unable to wish for more wishes is wish making 101.

“What you wish for is your choice. I can help guide you, but I cannot predict how your wish will manifest itself. It’s not just the wording but the intent behind them. I have no control over how the wish will take effect. I store and apply the power, but the final form of the wish is beyond my ability to control.”

This worried me slightly. Amara, I trusted wholeheartedly despite the short time I had known her. But, if the final form of my wish was controlled by something or someone else ... that was an unknown I wasn’t very comfortable with. My mind kept going back to imagining a monkey’s paw scenario.

Amara sensed my discomfort and slipped into my lap. Straddling me, she gently took my face in her hands.

“I will let nothing bad happen to you, Master. I know this is ... strange to you. Something that you’ve been raised to think of as fantasy or legend. But I need you to trust me. You have nothing to fear.”

I stared into her brilliant golden eyes.

“I do trust you. I love you.”

Amara leaned in, pressed her soft lips to mine.

I remembered a quote I heard once. I think it was from a baseball player or something. I can’t remember the exact wording, but the message stayed true.

There are some things I can’t control, so I don’t try to. Instead, I focus on what I can control.

Wise words. The amount of control I had over my wish was the wording and intent. Until I made my first wish, I wasn’t entirely sure what effect that would have. So why waste energy and worry about what I can’t control? Instead, I should focus on what I can control. How I powered the wish.

Amara kissed me again. This time, it was heated and passionate. This was something else I could control. I kissed her back with the same intensity. Our lips came apart, and I pulled my shirt off. Amara smiled, her eyes glowed brightly, and suddenly we were both naked. Only her headband remained.

Our lips met again. Our now naked bodies pressed together. I grabbed her perfectly peachy ass, massaging her soft cheeks. Amara reached between us, softly stroking my balls before running her finger up my shaft. She moved my cock to press against her pussy. We both moaned as she took me inside her.

It filled her completely. My cock head just kissing against her cervix, the walls of her pussy embracing my cock. It was like we were made for each other. I guess we were to a certain extent. I wasn’t the one who originally intended to have Amara, but I couldn’t think of a better match. I wondered if she adapted to the form best suited to whoever released her? Maybe her originally intended Master, and I just had similar tastes.

Amara ground her hips in my lap, moaning softly.

“Take me, Master. Dominate me. Take control.” Her voice was light and airy.

She had picked up on my doubts and worries. She wanted me to feel in control again. She had given herself to me body and soul and now wanted me to take control of her.

I picked her up, flipped her around, and bent her over the table. My cock had come free, so I roughly slammed back into her, my hips pounding against her ass, making it shake erotically. My heavy cum packed ball slapped against her clit, making her gasp and moan louder.

I didn’t hold back as I fucked her with all the power my increasingly muscular legs and hips could muster. What might hurt or injure an ordinary girl only made Amara enjoy it more. Amara let out screams and moans; she was really getting off on the rough treatment.

Her head was thrown back, hair flying back and forth, the floral headband had fallen off. Meanwhile, her chest and stomach were pressed against the table, her breasts squashed beneath her. Her legs just barely supported her as they slipped on the tiled floor. Already she had squirted, her clear juices running down her thighs and onto the floor.

I drew back my right hand and delivered a sharp slap to her right ass cheek, following through to hit her left with a backhand. I copied the motion with my left hand, landing a sharp open-handed slap to her left ass cheek and a backhand to her right. Amara screamed in ecstasy, pushing her ass back toward me.

I filled my hand with the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing hard and parting her cheeks. Her tight back door was still unbroken. The pink lips of her cunt stretched out as they clung to my thick cock. Amara shook as she came again. More clear juices were spraying from her cunt with every thrust, wetting both her and me.

I pulled out, flipped her over again, and held both legs together against my chest. I forcefully drove back into her hot, wet pussy, forcing her legs back. She grabbed her freely bouncing breasts, gripping them and pinching her hard, peanut-sized nipples. Her eyes lidded, her mouth hung open as the sensations from my hard cock filling her built her to another orgasm. She was moaning and gasping for air, overwhelmed with pleasure. The sexual energy pouring off her only encouraged me.

I pushed her legs back completely, folding her in half. Her arms came through in-between her legs to grab and spread her ass for me. I slid from her tight, clenching cunt, a small trickle of her creamy cum escaping before she tightened back up. I caught it with the head of my cock and then pressed my slicked head against her virgin ass. One of Amara’s many sexual enchantments is that her ass was self-lubricating and cleaning. It allowed her to be ready for anal at the drop of a hat.

I pushed forward against the tight entrance to her ass. For a few long seconds, her tight ass resisted, unyielding to my efforts. Amara lowered her hips slightly, and suddenly her ass relented. The fat head of my cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. As soon as I was past the incredibly tight entrance, Amara’s ass felt like it grabbed my cock and tried to pull me deeper. I kept my forward pressure as I watched as her tiny ass stretched obscenely around my cock as it disappeared inside her.

My hips touched her ass, and my balls pressed against her. I was fully embedded in Amara’s ass. It was an entirely different sensation to her pussy. With every inch I had inside her, it felt like she was trying to pull me deeper. The molten heat around my cock travelled along my shaft and spread through my body.

The almost painfully tight embrace of her velvet-like anal channel was amazing. Every slight movement stimulated my cock in new and exciting ways.

“Yes, Master!” Amara cried.

“Fuck my ass!”.

I slowly rocked my hips, my cock moving just a couple of inches. Her ass clenched and shivered around my cock. Amara gasped and moaned. The further back I pulled, the harder her ass pulled at my cock, urging me deeper. The heat of her ass, combined with the tightness and friction it created, was incredible. I steadily increased the power, speed and length of my thrusts until I was almost violently fucking Amara’s ass.

My sex genie lover was screaming out in ecstasy as I drilled into her. Her big tits bounced on her chest; her eyes were heavy and lidded with lust. Twice she came as I sodomised her ass. Her creamy girl cum tickling down to my shaft, adding extra lube.

“Fuck my ass, Master. Take control. Fuck me like the little anal slut I am,” cried Amara.

My stamina had been improving rapidly over the left few days. Not just my physical stamina, but my sexual stamina. Still, the tight, clutching embrace of Amara’s ass and the beautiful sensations it caused wore me down.

With an ineligible bellow, I came. I pinned my hips against Amaras and unloaded deep inside her bowels. Amara came again, this time squirting. Her explosive eruption of juice wetted my chest before falling to splash across her torso.

We were both still breathing heavily as I let her legs drop. I leant forward till we rested forehead to forehead, my legs weak. With my dick still hard inside her, our eyes smiled at each other. Then we kissed. I felt a second smaller hit of sexual energy.

A little moan from the doorway caused Amara and I to turn our heads to see the twins standing at the door to the kitchen.

Elsa stood behind Elsie; Elsa’s one hand was down her sister’s trousers, stroking slowly up and down. Elsie’s tight white tee and light pink bra had been pushed up over her tits, leaving them bare. It was rare for the twins to wear bras at home, but mom insisted they wear them when out, even if it was just to visit the old widow down the road.

Her light pink nipples were both erect. Elsa was gently squeezing her sister’s breasts and lightly pulling on her firm little nubs. Elsie leaned back against Elsa, her head resting on her sister’s shoulder, with one arm raised and wrapped around Elsa’s neck. Elsa pulled her hand from her sister’s trousers and released her tits. Elsa extended her hand to show us her fingers wet with pussy juice. Then she grinned at us before licking her sister’s juices off her fingers. As she licked, there was a look of pleasure on her face.

Amara and I had lost track of time. We hadn’t heard the twins coming in.

“Mmm, please let that be our surprise you promised us,” Elsa said as she untangled herself from her twin. Elsie had recovered enough to stand on her own. She blushed slightly as she redressed herself.

Turning away from the girls, Amara had a smile on her face. With a twinkle in her eye, she winked at me.

I stood and pulled away from Amara, my shining, still hard cock slipping from her ass and bouncing before coming to rest between my legs. Both 14-year-olds eyed it with lust filling their eyes.

“Go wait upstairs,” I said, drawing their attention briefly up to my eyes before they dropped back down to my glistening tool.

“But..., “Elsa started.

“And we will be up in a minute,” I interrupted, cutting her off.

Both twins smiled at each other, and then at Amara and me. A split second later, they turned and ran upstairs with one last glance at my cock before they left the kitchen.

I gave Amara a hand, pulling her up off the table. Just as she came to her feet, I had to quickly catch her as her dainty feet slipped on the cum slicked floor. She giggled, and her eyes flared golden, and we were once again magically cleaned and clothed along with the rest of the house. Even the chipped and cracked plaster where the table had been hitting the wall was smooth and unbroken.

“Do you feel more in control now, Master?” She said, tracing my jaw with a finger.

Strangely enough, I did. Forcefully fucking Amara, even though she was more than willing, made me feel better about making my first wish. I still had my doubts and worries. There’s no manual or experiences to look at.

But I knew Amara was utterly loyal to me. She was utterly devoted to all her being. She claimed she was not initially intended for me. That her original owner lived millennia ago. I wasn’t so sure. She seemed to be perfectly suited to me. I can’t imagine anyone being a better match.

I loved my mother and my sisters as any son and brother should. Admittedly, over the last few days, I loved my sisters in a way a brother shouldn’t. Well, according to society and outdated laws, anyway. I’ll agree to disagree with that one.

I thought about my minimal experience with girls before Amara. I had thought there was love involved. Compared to my feeling for Amara, however ... I realised how foolish it was to believe they were anything more than fleeting boyhood crushes. I was like comparing a bottle rocket to the space shuttle.

The words needed to truly describe to Amara how I felt escaped me. Maybe there are no words that could. All I could muster was a simple:

“I do.”

I was adequate for marrying someone, so I hoped it would be here as well. As wonderful as this moment was, however, it had all been leading up to a point.

“So,” I said, pulling her tight against me, our groins bumping against each other, “how does this wish, power, transfer type thing work? Tell me just one more time.”

“First, the link,” she leaned into kissing me. I felt a tugging sensation deep inside me, not dissimilar to the feeling I got when I got a kiss from Esme. When Amara ended the kiss, the sensation faded into the background, barely noticeable.

“That link will redirect most of any sexual energy you receive into me until we use it to power the wish. You will still keep a small amount of it to power your sexual stamina and improved physical abilities but, the larger amount the energy will flow through you and into me.”

This was the same as what she had explained the night before.

“And now...?”

Now you make your wish, and then we give the twins their surprise. The wilful surrender of a girl’s virginity is a powerful thing. Sacred and precious. It will provide the basis for a powerful wish.

“So Master, what is it you wish?”

This was it. Despite all the unbelievable, crazy last few days, I still felt some element of doubt. It almost seemed too good to be true. Any minute now, I was going to wake up from this wonderful dream. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and quickly reviewed the wording in my head one last time.

I had gone over the exact wording of the desired effect a hundred times. I tried to imagine every outcome, good and bad. Despite our intentions, Amara and I had become ‘distracted’ before consulting on the wording. I took a breath, running through my wish one last time while trying to focus on my intent.

I opened my eyes and said with as much confidence and focus as I could,

“I wish to have the ability to read, control and fully and completely alter the minds and thoughts of others while maintaining complete control of my mind and thoughts.”

It was a little wordy, but I wanted to cover all my bases. I didn’t want to leave it open to interpretation.

Amara was silent as her golden eyes shone like liquid fire before fading to black, then slowly returning to their original colour.

“That’s a well thought out and worded wish. It will be interesting to see how powerful it is relative to the energy committed to it. Talking of which we should not delay.”