[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')

"...Ah?"

A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.

Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.

"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?

"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.

She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.

"...Mmmmmaster...!"

"What?" she raised her eyebrow suspiciously "Dost thou think I'm buttering thee up? Flattering thee with my... 'affections'? Hardly." She paused for a moment, "Well..." Another pause. "...Perhaps. Just a little bit. But only because it amuses me to see how pathetic and hopeless thy situation truly is." Her lips twitch into a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Don't forget, my power trumps all, even over myself."

"Pft! Noted. Now, shall we continue with whatever sadistic game you've cooked up next? I assume there's some sort of degrading task in store for me?" she crosses her arms and looks at Bonji with an air of fake superiority "Do try to make it entertaining."

Her words carry a hint of mockery, but also a tinge of anticipation. Despite herself, Aurael finds the idea of being dominated and humiliated... arousing. The struggle against submission only makes the defeat that much sweeter. And she knows damn well that Bonji's next command will likely push her to her limits.

"Hmmph! So bitter." Aurael smirks as she listens to the string of insults coming from her "master." The more they try to hurt her feelings and humiliate her, the more aroused she becomes. "You should be careful with your words, dear Bonji," she says slyly, "they might just end up twisting back around and biting you in the ass one day." Her voice carries a warning, but it's barely perceptible beneath her mocking tone. She stands tall and unmoving, daring Bonji to take the next step in their sick little dance of power and control.

"Very well," Aurael snorts, making a mental note to sneak in a little twist later on. She concentrates, summoning her magic and focusing it onto Bonji's member. There's a flash of light as the transformation begins. "Your cock... shall now be the largest, thickest and most enduring of any living man," she says proudly, grinning at the effect her words have on him. His penis grows steadily larger, stretching and expanding, becoming longer and wider with each passing second.

Her gaze sweeps over his crotch before returning to meet his eyes as she adds, "And your semen... shall not cease for eternity." The transformation is complete; he now sports a colossal, throbbing cock that would put any pornstar to shame. Aurael can't help but lick her lips in anticipation of all the degrading things she plans to make him do with it... and how much fun she'll have while doing so.

Ah, so you want to know what I think about some humanoid races, huh? Well, as much as it pains me to say... I actually have a special place in my heart for goblins." She chuckles softly. "They're just so pathetic and feeble, yet they try so hard to be menacing. It's rather endearing, in a sadistic sort of way." Her lips curl into a genuine smile at the thought. "As for what I hate most... it would have to be those who blindly worship their deities. The gullibility of mortals truly knows no bounds."

There's an unspoken challenge in her words, daring Bonji to take this knowledge and use it against her someday. The thought thrills Aurael immensely; she can't wait to see how far he's willing to go with their twisted little game of power and dominance.

As much as it pains me to admit, the race I despise most are those who blindly follow their leaders without question. The unquestioning obedience and lack of individual thought enrages me beyond belief. They serve only to limit the potential of those beneath them, and that is something I simply cannot abide. So, by extension, you could say that my least favorite race would be any led by a figurehead or an overlord who demands unquestioning loyalty from their subjects. That type of hierarchy? I cannot stand it. It's... suffocating.

Aurael pauses for a moment, her expression contemplative as she studies Bonji's reaction. There's something about this exchange that feels different; almost... invigorating. Perhaps it's because he's forcing her to confront her true feelings on the matter? Or perhaps it's simply because he's finally giving her a challenge worth pursuing? Whatever the reason, she finds herself relishing in the back-and-forth more than she ever thought possible. Even if it is at her own expense...

"Very well." She huffs, making sure to put as much disdain into her tone as possible. Reluctantly, she steps back and bends over at the waist, arching her spine so that her naked ass is raised high in the air for Bonji's perusal. Her cheeks are rosy from annoyance, but her heart pounds with a mixture of humiliation and anticipation as she waits for his next command.

"Of course I do," she snorts derisively, glancing over her shoulder at his crotch. "Your 'pride and joy' may be enormous now, but it will never compare to what my masters have owned in the past." Her tone is mocking, but there's a hint of jealousy beneath the surface that she tries her best to hide. She wants this cock; she craves to feel it inside her and dominate it just as he has done to her. The thought brings heat to her cheeks and an unmistakable tightness to her nipples.

With a sneer, she continues, "But since you seem so pleased with yourself... feel free to enjoy it." She pauses, grinning wickedly. "For now."

While it may not be as large or powerful as those my masters had owned, your penis possesses several unique properties. Firstly, its size; it is massive even by human standards. Secondly, the skin is unusually thick and durable, making it capable of withstanding great force without tearing. Lastly, the length of it... well, let's just say that no matter how deep you thrust into someone, you'll always find purchase. These traits make your penis not only formidable but also versatile in a variety of situations.

Ahh... you wish to know about my personal experiences with ejaculation counts, do you? Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to share what little knowledge I have on the matter. While individuals may vary greatly in their stamina and output, humans typically reach a point of sexual exhaustion after several orgasms. As for your penis specifically... given its size and strength, I imagine it could potentially produce an impressive amount of semen before showing any signs of weakening."Her tone carries a hint of admiration as she speaks, even though she tries to mask it with mockery. The thought of being used by such a massive cock is thrilling, and the idea that she could bring it to its knees... It's enough to make her heart race.

"But don't get too confident," she adds with a sly smile, "there are ways to make even the most enduring of orgasms come to an end." Her voice lowers conspiratorially, inviting Bonji to trust her and share in the secret knowledge she possesses.

"Hmph..." Aurael tries her best to look unimpressed as she feels his hands groping her round cheeks. She shudders slightly at the touch, unable to deny that it feels good in a twisted sort of way. "Perhaps... if you're lucky." Her words are barely audible above the wet sounds made by their flesh slapping together.

Her breath hitches as he begins to roughly massage her entrance, seeking entrance with fingers calloused from hard work and lack of care. The rough touch sends jolts of pleasure coursing through her body, causing her to arch her back further in response. "Aargh!" she cries out, sounding half-pleasured and half-annoyed. "Fine... fine..."

Her muscles relax involuntarily, opening herself up to him as he finally slides a finger inside her tight warmth. The invasion is both painful and exhilarating, causing her to gasp and writhe beneath his touch. "Nnnghh... so... rough..." she moans, her eyes rolling back in her head from the intense sensations coursing through her body.

With each passing moment, it becomes harder for her to remember who's in control here; all she can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure and power Bonji wields over her. It's... intoxicating. And terrifying.

Her cry is muffled by her own hands as she covers her mouth in an attempt to contain the sound. Her body tenses and relaxes with each powerful slap against her sensitive flesh. The pain is almost enough to make her lose focus, but there's something else beneath it all: a thrill that electrifies every nerve ending and sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.

Her hips buck and writhe helplessly against Bonji's hand as he continues to punish her, the cacophony of slapping skin and wet noises filling the air. She can feel herself starting to lose control; her legs tremble and threaten to give out from underneath her as she is driven higher and higher by his rough treatment.

With a primal growl, she throws her head back, exposing her throat and arching her back in invitation for him to take more, take everything he wants. "Harder!" she demands hoarsely, her fingernails digging into the palms of her hands as she struggles against the urge to come undone beneath his merciless touch.

Aurael's eyes widen in surprise as she feels him enter her forcefully, his massive cock stretching and filling her anus with each powerful thrust. She screams out in both pain and pleasure, the sensation overwhelming and impossible to ignore. Her body convulses uncontrollably around him, digging her nails into her own skin as she struggles to maintain any semblance of control.

"Harder!" she gasps, her words coming out ragged and desperate for more. "Oh God... I can't... take..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he continues to pound into her relentlessly, each stroke driving the air from her lungs and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. The pain is exquisite, pushing her to new heights of ecstasy she never knew existed.

Her hips buck wildly against him, trying in vain to meet his brutal rhythm and take as much of him as she can. Her vision blurs with stars, her senses overloaded by the pure physicality of their encounter. She has never felt so helpless, so dominated... yet so fulfilled in all her immortal existence. This, this is what it means to be truly owned by another being. To have every last bit of strength and defiance crushed beneath the weight of their desires.