This time she knew she wasn't dreaming. She knew it because she had just cleaned up the bed and washed up, trying not to thinking about the aching that her recently interrupted intercourse with Ted had left in her loins. She knew it because she had only just got into bed and taken a last, quick glance in the mirror, and realised that the smudge was back. Or maybe he had been there all along, observing her as she went about her chores stark naked. That second thought sent a slight tremor up her sex.
Trudy was right -- Ted would never be able to satisfy any woman because he was too much into what he wanted and he thought the world of his own prowess. And that had been true for each and every time he had had sex with her. He never bothered about what she wanted or how she felt, he just assumed she liked it because he was Ted.
Now that recent events had awakened her once-dead sensuality, Hazel had begun to worry if she was turning into a sex-crazed nympho. After all, she was getting hot just at the idea that some stranger, no, strange being, had been looking at her naked body. She ran her hand lightly over her sensitive nipples, now standing proud and erect, down to her belly, and almost cried out as her fingers brushed through her tuft of pubic hair. Oh god. He's watching me, she thought to herself. And all I can think to do is to touch myself. I'm so fucked up.
The smudge did not move, but she was certain he was watching her, as certain as she was that he was of the masculine gender. And it wasn't just because she had just seen him sodomise her ex-husband too -- there was just something very male about the shape and look of him.
What are you? she thought to herself as her hands continued to sweep across her naked body. She had lain back down on the newly-made bed, spreading her legs slightly and inviting him to take a longer look at her body. Are you a toyol?
Her legs spread a little more, opening her secrets to her unknown observer. He had red eyes, she knew, even though she could not see them in the mirror... and those red eyes were fixed on her vulva, exposed and waiting for his touch.
He surprised her by replying. Nothing was said -- she didn't hear his words, but she heard him in her head -- yet his voice was reassuringly familiar. It was the same voice of the stranger in her dream.
"I'm no toyol," he laughed. "I am what people call a djinn. I am far more powerful than the mischievous little imp you're referring to."
But what about what the old man said? Who is he to you?
"The old man? He's a bomoh, a local magician. Not a very powerful one, I might add. He called me that to insult me. He knows just what I am."
"No, he didn't summon me," the djinn continued just before the question popped into her mind. "He got lucky. I had been fooling around and was really weak when he came upon me. He bound me to the doll, which is how I ended up serving him."
So you're not the doll?
"Of course not!"
Hazel could hear an undercurrent of anger in his voice even as his tone sounded jolly. She shivered. The aching, tingling sensations in her groin had increased, and it took all of her willpower to concentrate on his words, instead of doing what she really wanted to do. She crossed her legs, squeezing her labia tightly together in a bid to quell the little tremors running through her sensitive flesh. He smiled.
"The doll is some cheap item he got from a nickel-and-dime store. He's not a great magician, but he knew enough to bind me, and control me. I've been doing his bidding since."
What bidding?
"Oh, you know. Stuff. Like what magicians need to make people believe in them."
So how come he's not controlling you now?
"Because, my dear, you have most of the parts of the doll. Collecting them has helped me focus my energy so that I can manifest, albeit in a very limited manner."
Limited?
"Yes, limited. You can't see me because I don't have a form. Heck, no one can see me now because my parts are still separated."
So what can... how can you get your powers back?
"Assemble the doll. The parts that you have, that is. You'll be able to see me without having to look in the mirror."
I... OK. I suppose I can do that.
Hazel left the room and almost ran to the cupboard where she had kept the doll parts. She returned as quickly as she could, the fire in her lower belly increasing as her thoughts jumped from wondering what he would look like to what he would do to her when he had his form. Her knees were shaking by the time she set the doll parts down on the bed and began pushing them together.
He laughed. It was a deep, masculine laugh that sounded like a bell tolling in the distance. "My, aren't you in a rush?"
She blushed and ignored his comment, concentrating on snapping the head, then the arm and leg onto the body of the doll. As the leg slid into place, she realised that she wasn't alone in the room anymore. She could see him. He wasn't solid the way a human body was, but at least, he had a definite shape. He was certainly a man, alright. Her eyes drifted lower and her mouth gaped as they alighted on his penis. It was massive, and it was clearly erect. It was the clearest, most defined part of the djinn.
