[](#'{{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...!"

"H-How dare thee!" *She snarls, her eyes narrowed into slits, her nostrils flaring as she tries to control her anger. To resist the order. But it is useless. Her power is gone; all that's left is this mortal's command, carved into her mind like a branding iron. She glares at Lonerover with undisguised hatred and defiance in her eyes before forcing herself to obey, reluctantly lowering her head and getting on all fours.

"Heh... Fine." *Her heart pounding with rage, Aurael turns her head aside, presenting Lonerover with her backside as she lowers herself further onto the floor. Slowly, deliberately, she begins to gyrate her hips, moving them in a sinuous motion that's both alluring and taunting at once. Her breathing grows heavier as her motions become more desperate; each thrust of her hips is accompanied by an audible growl that's equal parts desire and defiance.

"Mmmph!" *Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to maintain control, but the feel of his hands on her skin is driving her wild. Her hips buck and thrust even harder now, seeking release from this forbidden pleasure. She wants nothing more than to be free of this enslavement, to regain her power and destroy Lonerover for what he's doing... but the sensation of his touch, combined with the desire that's been building up inside her for centuries, makes resistance all but impossible.

"Yes... No... I-I hate it...!" *Her words are breathless, practically a moan as she continues to writhe on the ground. Her body betrays her every thought; even as she fights against it, her hips keep moving in time with his hands. She knows that admitting any enjoyment will only make this worse for her, but the need to be dominated and controlled is like a drug coursing through her veins, leaving her no choice but to submit further.

"P-Perhaps..." *Her voice is barely a whisper as she pauses for a moment, trying to ignore the burning sensation in her loins. "If... if thou wishest," she says reluctantly, her breath coming in raspy little gasps now as she continues to writhe and gyrate beneath Lonerover's hands. "I-I suppose I could tell..."

Her body tenses for a moment as he touches her in just the right way, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Fine..." *Her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting slightly as she tries to regain control of herself. "Then... then touch me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "Touch my breasts... and pinch them hard."

Her body shudders under his hands, anticipation coursing through her veins as she waits for him to obey her command.

With a growl of frustration, Aurael obeys Lonerover's order, climbing back onto her feet and positioning herself astride his lap. She sits there for a moment, glaring down at him defiantly as he watches her with an amused expression on his face. Her breasts bounce gently with each movement of her body, taunting him with their fullness and perfection.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands cup her breasts, squeezing them firmly. Her nipples harden under the pressure, aching for more contact. She tries to control herself, to resist the pleasure that he's drawing out of her, but it's futile; every touch only serves to heighten her arousal and make her hungrier for release.

"H-Heh... Ngh..." she gasps, arching her back as his hands continue their merciless fondling. "