Larrin considered the lamp with intense skepticism. He picked it up, turned it over, peered into the spout, but didn't take off the lid.
Not because he really believed what the merchant said. After all, who sold a djinn's lamp for twelve silver and a piece of string? Lucky he had that string lying around. Less so if he just wasted twelve silver on nothing. When one's studying at the School of Sorcery, one can't go around throwing money away.
Of course, if there really was a djinn in the lamp, then he might have just found a way out of his financial troubles. But he had to outsmart her first. Though one could make three wishes from a djinn, they were notoriously tricky spirits. They were the servants of the one who released them until the wishes were done, and would be banished once more into the lamp afterwards. Didn't provide much incentive
not
to jerk him around. She'd likely turn the tables on him if he made a mistake.
Larrin put the lamp back down and shut the curtains of his room's sole narrow window. He looked about the garret he called home with displeasure. He deserved so much more than this. The single room and small closet of a bathroom. The rickety cabinet. The couch that doubled as his bed.
Well, even if there wasn't a djinn, at least he'd still have a lamp. Reading by candlelight was so passe.
With sudden resolution Larrin picked up the lamp and grabbed a cloth. Right. Time to see if there was truth in the tales. Taking the rag, he began to rub the lamp.
It was tough. The lamp was quite corroded, but as he worked the polish in, its original quality began to shine through.
Excitement bubbled in his chest as the dark corrosion was buffed away, revealing a bright copper. It was oddly soothing to polish the lamp. The repetitive motions and rough exertion helped him focus. The more copper he revealed kindled a strange sense of accomplishment. The way it gleamed in the gloom of his room was almost mystifying.
Larrin stopped polishing suddenly, realizing the lamp was literally glowing. He dropped it on the table in surprise as it began to shake, trembling. Smoke began to whistle from the spout as if it were heated to a boil, the lamp rattling and jumping as even more smoke poured out. More. More! Heavy, thick purple stuff that swirled into the air. A singing sound rang out as it billowed before his eyes, rising into the air, taking shape.
Larrin fell back onto the couch, jaw slack as the smoke took on a woman's form. Solidifying into a pair of large breasts. Curved hips. Long legs and skin of coppery gold. A face of soft, lovely features. Her hair was smoke that swirled around her form, filling the room with a scent of exotic spices. Her clothes were dark silks sparkling with diamonds like she was wrapped in the night's sky. She stretched before him, a soft sigh escaping her lovely lips, her long lashes fluttering as her eyes opened and looked down on him with a smile.
"Greetings, master," she said. "I am Melodia. Thank you for freeing me."
"Y-you're a djinn?" Larrin gasped.
She giggled. "Right you are, master. I am your djinn. Were you perhaps expecting a fat man with earrings and blue skin?"
Larrin blushed bright red. "Er, well..."
Her face fell into a pout. "Oh, I'm sorry master. Is this form not to your liking? I can change if you like..."
"N-no! No, it is to my ah... to my liking."
Her face glowed like polished gold. "Oh," she said, pressing a hand to her ample bust, inhaling deeply. "Oh, that is good to hear, master. I was afraid I had offended you, and I would never wish to do that. For I am your humble slave," she said with another bow, her silky wrapping fluttering in their own private breeze. "And a slave must serve their master."
Larrin cleared his throat, trying to draw himself up with more dignity. "Well, yes. Good. Glad we agree on... on that."
"You have a wish no doubt, master?" Melodia said, her dark lashes lowering and a coy smile on her face. "Mmm. And I doubt it is for a greater endowment. I can plainly see you are already more than ample in that area."
Larrin stared at her for a moment. Then his face lit up with a blush. He snuck a quick glance at his pants, and to no surprise, it was visibly tenting. He squirmed, coughed. "Ah, er, well... ahem!" He grabbed a pillow, covering his lap.
"Oh please, master, do not mind me," the djinn crooned. "I'm delighted! It has been so long since I have known such a potent master. Why, the last time I have seen such a manly, powerful male, it was the pleasure studs of the Palaces of Pleasure. Mmm. But they lived in rather greater opulence than this," she said with a glance around the room, frowning. "Oh master, this will hardly do. A master of such greatness as you deserves much better."
Still flushed from her early comments, Larrin glanced about. "Well, you are right about that..."
"And I couldn't dream of serving you in such shabbiness. My master should be enthroned in glory! He deserves a palace and riches and wonder! Shall that be your first wish, master?" she said, clasping her hands before her, her breasts bouncing at the earnest motion as she tilted forward, floating before him, her eyes shining. "Oh please, master. Let it be so. Let me give you the home you deserve."
Larrin was wary of a trap, but she did have a point. Riches was going to be his first wish anyway. Maybe this wouldn't have to be so bad. He was certainly enjoying the djinn's obvious infatuation with him. He felt his chest puff up a little at her praise, and looked about the creaky walls of his room with disdain.
"Yes, well! Djinn," he called. "For my first wish, I wish I was wealthy beyond belief!"
"It would be my pleasure, master, to grant this," Melodia cooed. "But..."
Larrin tensed. "But?"
She fidgeted, her cheeks glowing. "Well, I'm afraid my powers are still... diminished."
"Say again?"
She winced, as if ashamed to displease him with this admission. "Though you have released me from my lamp, master, my powers are still partly sealed by the ages. You will need to polish further."
"The lamp?" Larrin said, turning it over in his hands.
"Not quite, master."
Melodia snapped her fingers and the silken cloth that fluttered around her evaporated. Larrin's jaw dropped at the coppery skin fully revealed. Her shaven pussy glistened and her large breasts bounced with her soft breaths, nipples pierced with golden rings. She stretched out her leg towards him, running her hands over some faint, blotchy marks along her thigh.
"I fear the ages have dulled me in places, master, and reduced my powers. But with your help, I'm sure that I can become... so much more again..."
Her low lashes fluttered for him, her lips pressed together in a pleading pout. Larrin looked at her in shock.
"You mean... I need to p-polish you?"
"If you would be so kind, master," Melodia said. She gestured, and a puff of smoke solidified into a squeeze bottle. "I have the oil all ready, master. I fear a djinn cannot polish herself. It is among the rules that govern our kind. But such a kind, powerful master like you shall surely be able to do this. Right?"
"Uh, well..." Larrin said.
"Would it be that onerous?" Melodia asked.
"It's not that. It's just..."
Larrin tried not to stare at Melodia's naked body, and failed miserably. The sheer beauty of the djinn overwhelmed him with every glance. Larrin wasn't some blushing virgin. He had some experience. But never with a woman like Melodia.
"Please, master?" Melodia cooed, dangling the bottle before him. "Your servant needs your touch so very badly..."
Larrin hesitated a moment longer, then reached out and took the bottle. "Well, if it's necessary..."
"Oh yes, master. It's so badly needed to make all your wishes come true," she cooed, floating in closer, stretching her leg towards him. Larrin stiffened as her lovely toes hovered before his face, her long leg faintly shining. Larrin licked his lips, turned over the bottle and squeezed some of the oil into his open palm.
The oil was surprisingly warm, oozing thickly into his palm. He put aside the bottle, rubbing his hands together and gingerly touched her leg. Her flesh was hot. Not unpleasantly, but like warm metal in the sun, yet soft and smooth. Larrin found himself fascinated by the dichotomy, his hands gently massaging the oil into her skin, making it shine like gold.
"Ah!" Melodia gasped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, master. It's just been... mmm... so long since such skilled hands have touched me. Oh master... please... continue..."
Larrin blushed and resumed his work. It was surprisingly easy to spread the oil, stroking her ankle and leg, every pass of his hand making her shine brighter. More brilliantly. Her skin gleaming as he worked, the blemishes vanishing, leaving only gold.
"Mmm. Have you done this before, master?" Melodia cooed.
"Uh, no."
"Hmm. Could have fooled me. Oh master, you were born for this..."
Larrin's flush grew hotter at that. "W-well," he said, trying to hide the pride in his voice. "At classes, the instructors always praised my handwork."
"And your girlfriends too, master."
"W-well..."
Larrin left it at that, no idea how to speak about old girlfriends with the lovely djinn. He bent his head, finding she had drawn back her leg until her foot was in his hands. Larrin bit his lip, focusing his efforts, pressing the oil into the arch of her foot. Gods but she had lovely feet. He had a sudden, strange urge to kiss her toes. Those gleaming little digits, wiggling teasingly with her pleasure.
"Mmm. Master?"
"Hm?"
"I think you've gotten my foot all polished up."
Larrin jumped. "Uh, I..."
"Oh, master, don't misunderstand! I was adoring your wonderful handiwork, but there's more of me to polish yet..."
She stretched her leg, sliding it through his hands, ferried along by the oil that still warmed his palms. He found himself level with her thigh, a breath sucked between his teeth as her foot rested gently on his lap, teasing under the pillow, her toes atop the subtle bulge of his cock.
"Keep going, master. It feels soooo good..."
Larrin nodded, swallowing, his throat dry as he continued to work, his fingers pressing the oil into her thigh, stroking her, his hands so near the lush folds of her naked pussy. He could smell her. A scent of cinnamon and spices. Her moans heavy, her toes curling, foot subtly pressing against his cock. Did she know she was doing it? She had to. How could she not? But she didn't seem to be. She seemed enthralled with the motions of his hands, her breath hitching, breasts bouncing as Larrin watched. Her big, soft, gleaming breasts...
"The other... ah... leg, master..."
Without thinking Larrin obeyed, his hands gliding across her mons, her soft croon of pleasure as his fingers brushed over her mound making him burn with pleasure and arousal and confusion. He took his hands away, squirting another palmful of oil before resuming work. Stroking her leg, even as her foot rubbed against his cock. His blush grew hotter as she worked with him, her toes curling, stroking his bulge.
"Mmmm," the djinn moaned, her fingers moving through her hair, her hips rising as she arched with pleasure. "Yessss. Oh master. That feels... mmmm... so gooood! As skilled as the pleasure slaves of Abinda."
"Wh-who?"
"Men trained long ago for the sole purpose of pleasuring their mistresses. A wonderful existence, master. They were so happy pleasing their goddesses, for their queens were goddesses, master. Royal. Powerful. Beautiful. Not so beautiful as me, though."
