"Oh, God, yes," Angela moaned, her nails digging into the velvet sheets as Melvin's strong hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements. She threw her head back, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as he filled her up, her body shivering with every deep, powerful thrust.

But it wasn't just Melvin anymore. There was something else, something more primal and all-consuming, taking over her body. It was as if she had been possessed by a sex-crazed demon, her every move dictated by a hunger that seemed insatiable. She looked down at him, his eyes locked onto hers, and she saw the same bewildered rapture reflected in his gaze.

"What's happening to me?" she gasped, her voice almost unrecognizable in its desperation.

Melvin could only grunt in response, his own body being pushed to its limits by the sudden intensity of their lovemaking. He had never felt such power behind his actions, as if he were being driven by an unseen force. And yet, it felt so right, so natural, as if he had been born for this very moment.

The room around them grew hazy, the air thick with the scent of arousal and something else - something ancient and otherworldly. The lamp on the nightstand began to pulse with a soft, mesmerizing light, casting strange shadows across the walls.

And then, with a sudden jolt, it all made sense. The lamp. The genie. The wishes. The power that surged through Melvin's veins was not his own; it was hers, the genie's, being channeled into him through their intimate connection.

Angela's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilating to the size of saucers. She had been fucking Melvin, but now she was being fucked by something else entirely. The genie's spirit had infused her, her body now a vessel for the creature's desires. And as she felt Melvin's cock swell even larger inside her, she realized that this was only the beginning.

Her moans grew louder, more animalistic, as the genie took control. Melvin watched in awe and horror as Angela's body contorted and writhed, her eyes flashing emerald green. She was no longer his girlfriend, but a creature of pure lust and power, driven by an alien need that seemed to transcend reality itself.

The room grew warmer, the air charged with an electric tension that made the hairs on Melvin's arms stand on end. He could feel the genie's presence, could almost see her, a hazy outline of fire and shadow that danced around their entwined forms.

And as he reached his peak, filling Angela with his cum, he felt the power surge through him, a rush of energy that seemed to come from the very core of the universe. His vision blurred, and he collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

The genie's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had made her presence known, and Melvin could feel the weight of her gaze upon him, eagerly waiting for his first wish.

But as the haze of pleasure began to clear from his mind, Melvin realized that he had no idea what he had just done. He had unleashed something ancient and powerful, and now he had two more wishes to make. The thought was almost too much to bear.

He looked up at Angela, her body still convulsing with the aftermath of their union. "What have I done?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.

The genie's smile grew wider, a glint of mischief in her emerald eyes. "You've only just begun, my dear," she murmured, her voice now coming from Angela's lips. "Now, tell me, what is it that you truly desire?"

Melvin, still lying on the bed, stared up at her in shock. The power surging through his body from their climax had subsided, but the realization of what had just occurred hit him like a sledgehammer. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with the very essence of desire and pleasure. It was as if he had been granted a glimpse into the fabric of existence itself.

Angela's body began to move again, but it was no longer her movements. The genie had taken control, using her as a vessel for her own desires. Her hips rolled and bucked, her breasts bouncing with an unnatural grace that was both mesmerizing and terrifying. Melvin could feel his cock growing hard again, his body responding to the siren's call of the creature within her.

With a gasp, he sat up, his eyes locked onto hers. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and awe.

The genie's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls like a chorus of nymphs in a distant land. "Everything," she said, her voice now a symphony of wanton lust. "But for now, I will settle for your wish."

Melvin's mind raced, trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation. He had stumbled upon a being of immense power, and she was using him to satisfy her own carnal desires. He knew he had to be careful, had to choose his wish wisely. But what could he possibly ask for that would compare to the pleasure he had just experienced?

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "I wish," he began, his voice shaking, "for you to leave us be, and for everything to return to normal."

The genie's smile faltered for a moment, but then she chuckled, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, so simple," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But alas, that is not how it works. You see, once I have tasted the power of a mortal's climax, I crave more. Much more."

And with that, she leaned down, her full lips capturing Melvin's in a kiss that was at once fiery and cold. He could feel the power within him swelling once again, and he knew that he had no choice but to submit to her will. The genie had taken root within him, and there was no going back.

Their bodies entwined, Melvin felt the genie's power surging through him, fueling his own desires beyond anything he had ever imagined. He knew that he was no longer in control, that he was now a mere plaything for this ancient being. But as he felt her warmth envelop him, as he heard her seductive whispers in his ear, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

This was a new world, one of unbridled passion and boundless possibility. And as the genie began to fuck him again, her movements a symphony of lust and power, Melvin knew that he was in for the ride of his life. He could only hold on tight and hope that he could handle what was to come.

The bed groaned and creaked beneath them, the headboard banging rhythmically against the wall. The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Melvin's eyes rolled back in his head as he gave himself over to the genie's will, his body responding to her every command.

And as they reached their peak once more, the genie's power grew stronger, her influence over him more profound. Melvin knew that he had made a deal with the devil, and he could only hope that he would come out of this experience with his sanity intact. But for now, all he could do was ride the wave of pleasure, his body a mere instrument in the hands of this ancient seductress.