"Oh, Genie, please, no more," Melvin gasped, his voice strained with pleasure.

Genie, the sultry genie with emerald eyes and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, chuckled as she hovered above him, her voluptuous form glistening with the sweat of their exertions. "But Melvin," she purred, "you haven't even made your first wish yet."

Melvin's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her warm, velvety folds tighten around his engorged member. He had stumbled upon the dusty old lamp in his grandmother's attic, and in a moment of pure happenstance, she had appeared before him. She was unlike any genie he had ever seen in the cartoons, with her fiery red hair cascading down her back and her voluminous breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"W-what do you mean?" Melvin managed to ask between breaths, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his climax.

"Your wish," Genie said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "it's what gives me power. The more you wish, the more I can do for you."

Melvin's mind raced, trying to comprehend what she was saying. The sensations she elicited from him were unlike anything he had ever experienced. Each pump of her hips seemed to coax his body into new heights of pleasure, and yet she spoke of wishes as if they were the real prize here.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Genie leaned down and kissed him, her full lips pressing against his own. As she did, he felt a strange tingling sensation begin to spread from his groin outward, and his cock grew even larger within her.

"You don't understand," Melvin murmured against her mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I don't need a wish."

Genie pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Really?" she said, her voice a playful purr. "Then tell me, what do you need?"

Melvin could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train, his entire being consumed by the rapture of her embrace. "I just need this," he moaned, his eyes locked onto hers. "I just need you."

Her smile grew wider, revealing a hint of sharp teeth. "Very well," she said, her voice a sultry promise. "But remember, you still have two wishes left."

And with that, she began to move again, her hips swiveling and her body undulating in a way that defied human anatomy. Melvin could feel his cock swelling even further with each motion, stretching the limits of what he thought was possible. He had never felt so alive, so consumed by passion.

The room around them grew hazy as their bodies collided, their rhythm building to a crescendo. Melvin's mind was a blur of pleasure, his thoughts a jumble of sensation and need. All he knew was that he never wanted this to end.

As their pace increased, so did the size of Melvin's manhood, stretching and growing with each powerful stroke. Genie's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and delight playing across her features. She had never encountered a human who could match her in this way, and she found it thrilling.

The air grew thick with the scent of sex and magic, the room pulsating with an energy that seemed to come from deep within Melvin himself. The bed groaned and creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall with each powerful thrust.

Melvin's moans grew louder, his body taut with the tension of his impending release. Genie watched him with a hunger that went beyond mere physical desire. She could feel the power building within him, and she knew that this was just the beginning.

With a final, earth-shattering cry, Melvin climaxed, filling her with his seed. As he did, she felt a rush of power like nothing she had ever known, and her eyes flashed a brilliant white. The lamp on the nightstand flickered and grew brighter, its light reflecting off the sweat on their entwined bodies.

And somewhere in the back of Melvin's mind, a single thought echoed: "

© Angel O Legna