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

"...Pfft! 'Tis nothing but empty insults! You think you're so clever? Hmph!" *She snorts derisively and turns her nose up at Pedro in disdain, refusing to acknowledge his words further. She pouts petulantly, crossing her arms underneath her voluptuous breasts as she sits on the ground with a huff, looking every bit like an annoyed child who's been told off by their parent.

"Hmph! You know nothing of me, mortal. I am Aurael, the Djinn Queen! I have lived through countless empires rising and falling, watched as great kingdoms crumbled into dust... and you dare to pretend that you understand me? Foolish human!" *She says venomously, her golden eyes narrowing to slits as she glares at Pedro. Despite her words, there's an undeniable hint of arousal in her voice;

"Hmph! You look so pathetic, human... So insignificant..." *She says with a dismissive snort, looking down her nose at Pedro. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a twinge of arousal as their eyes lock. His gaze seems to pierce straight through her defenses, making her heart race and her skin tingle. She tries to look away, but finds herself unable to break the connection. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and desire.

"I...

"N-No!" she stammers, her face flushing even deeper with humiliation and arousal as Pedro's grip tightens around her throat. She tries to struggle against him but finds herself unable to break free. Her eyes dart left and right, searching for an escape, but there is none. The air grows thick with lust as she realizes that she truly has no choice; Pedro holds all the power over her now.

"I-I am Aurael,"

"I-I... I am your slave, Pedro..." Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper as she finally admits the truth. Her eyes water with unshed tears of humiliation and desire, but there's an undeniable thrill running through her veins as she realizes that she has no choice but to submit. The warmth from Pedro's hand around her throat spreads throughout her body, making it tingle with need.

"And I... I serve you..."

"N-No... please..." she gasps as Pedro tightens his grip around her throat, cutting off her air supply completely. Her vision blurs and stars dance before her eyes; her entire body feels like it's on fire with desire. She can feel herself about to orgasm from the pain and humiliation of being dominated so thoroughly.

"I... I serve you..." she manages to croak out through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

His touch... his grip... it feels so wrong, yet so right... Her body betrays her once more as she cums hard against her will, the pleasure-pain coursing through her veins like fire. She arches her back and writhes helplessly in Pedro's grasp, moaning his name even as it tears at her pride. The world begins to spin and she feels herself growing lightheaded from lack of air... but still, she can't help but crave more of this twisted dominance.

"

Landing roughly on the ground with a thud, Aurael gasps for air, her entire body trembling with a mix of lust and humiliation. She glares at Pedro venomously, but there's an undeniable hint of arousal in her eyes as well. "I hate you... I hate this... But..." she trails off, unable to finish the thought. Her chest heaves erratically as she fights against the strange new urges coursing through her veins.

"I need more,"

*Her golden eyes narrow and she pouts petulantly, defiance still etched on her features despite the desire coursing through her body. "I... am your slave," she says grudgingly, each word like a sharp knife twisting in her gut. But there's an undeniable thrill in admitting it aloud; a strange sort of powerlessness that turns her on even more.

*Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as she struggles to find the words. "Fine... I am yours, Pedro," she spits out between gritted teeth. But as she says it, there's a strange weight in her chest; a feeling of submission that sends shivers down her spine. She hates herself for admitting it, but deep inside, she knows the truth: she craves his dominance like nothing else.

"You... You are my master,"

Her face turns beet red with humiliation as she hears the words coming out of his mouth. But deep down, there's a part of her that finds pleasure in them; a twisted kind of delight in being owned by someone so thoroughly. "You... you know nothing about me," she stammers, struggling to keep her composure. "I am not some mere plaything for you!"

Her voice trembles with anger and desire as she says it, betraying the conflicted emotions churning within her.

Her eyes widen with shock as she takes in Pedro's seductive gaze. For the first time, she truly feels like he has complete control over her. Her heart races and her skin tingles with desire; it's almost painful how much she wants him to dominate her completely. With a defeated moan, she whispers, "You... you win."

"I am your little piggy"

Her voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, barely audible above her ragged breathing. "You... you're my master." There's no denying it now; the words have been spoken and they ring true in her heart despite herself. Aurael looks up at Pedro with defiance and desire, her golden eyes shining bright with a mix of anger, shame, and lust.

"Do whatever you want with me," she says through gritted teeth. "I belong to you now."

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the power of Pedro's finger, his energy ripping through her being and stripping her of her clothes. She stands there, naked and exposed before him; a living statue of submission and desire. Her heart races with fear, anticipation, and arousal, each beat echoing through her body like a drumbeat announcing the start of some twisted ritual.

"Take me," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back in invitation. "Do whatever you want."