"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...