OK... Any of you who have read Genie Chronicles or A beautiful Wish know how the whole genie servant thing works, I am not a very patient person so I am going to give myself a shortcut and just say that Gabriel has read a book that had a story similar to his situation, The genie will confirm That most of the details are true. she will also explain that some aren't (some of these details I do feel like explaining, don't ask why). If you want to know everything about the rules and regulations for the genie read one or both of the stories mentioned above (you should read them anyways because they are both great stories, It seriously depresses me that the authors stopped writing, I will try not to do that to you guys) Hope you like it. Comments are appreciated (please tell me what I can do better, I am trying to write a book that I want to have published and this is a practice run for me. I can use all the help I can get.:-) Thanks!
P.S. I'm going to throw a little something in this story that wasn't in the others, you will know what I mean when you get that far. For now, lets just say that Gabriel doesn't know himself as well as he thinks he does, and don't worry, I will get to the sex in chapter two.
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Gabriel woke on Saturday morning up feeling well rested for the first time in what felt like forever. His back didn't hurt and the small, barely noticeable headache that he'd had for as long as he could remember was gone. Today was going to be a good day, no matter what else happened. He sat up in bed and leaned back against the wall to look out the window directly across from his bed. It was storming outside.
Gabriel loved thunderstorms, loved the sheer unrestrained power of them, the wild beauty. And the rain was soothing. That was when Gabriel first heard the voice. "Good morning Master, I hope you slept well." The voice was soft, barely a murmur but it was as sweet and clear as the midnight breeze. Gabriel's head jerked around. His left hand found the hilt of the large Bowie knife that he had in a sheath attached to the side of the mattress, a habit he had picked up from a couple of his buddies, who were Navy SEALs.
Kneeling in the corner of his room was what had to be the most incredibly beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was very small, very slender. Petite would be a good word. Standing she probably would have barely been 5'2''. Her skin was as pale as his own and her hair was thick and black with a faint blue shine to it. It hung straight down her back to the slender curve of her hips and brushed a luscious looking ass. Her body was delicate but very curvy, her breasts were probably large C cups, without a hint of sag, despite her obvious lack of a bra. And her face..... her face made Gabriel want to crawl out of bed and worship at her feet. Even though her eyes were cast down he could see they were a striking shade of dark blue, midnight blue. There were small flecks of silver in her eyes that created an effect that was almost hypnotizing. The woman looked like the midnight sky made flesh.
Gabriel realized that he had been staring with his mouth open for more than a full minute. "Who are you?" he asked, somewhat stupidly. The woman answered in that same soft voice. "I am your genie, master, your sexual servant to do with whatever you wish." Gabriel's mouth fell open again and he climbed slowly out of bed, glad that he still wore his pants as they somewhat hid the thick erection that was growing just from being in the same room as the woman. "My sexual genie servant." He said incredulously. "Your joking right?" The woman just stared at him, or more accurately, at his hand, which still held the large knife he had forgotten to let go of. Gabriel tossed it on the bed without looking away from the woman.
"No master, I am not joking. I am your genie. You wear my ring." she said, pointing with one small delicate hand. Gabriel looked down at his hand and saw the heavy silver ring from the night before. In a rush, Gabriel remembered the dark blue mist that had spilled from the glowing ring, as if from another dimension. "The mist?" he asked, "That was you?" The genie nodded, "Yes master, that was my essence. I did not exist before you put on the ring. That mist, and the sensation you felt was me drawing upon your subconscious to select the body you see and my personality. I was made to be perfect for you"
Gabriel felt like he was in shock. He almost thought that it was a trick, one of those hidden camera shows or something but he couldn't disbelieve her. He was well aware that there were things in the world that couldn't be explained. He had a few traits himself that most people would consider supernatural. Like when he was fighting. Time seemed to slow slightly, but his passage through it stayed the same, his enemies moved like they were submerged in water and he in air. There were other oddities but none so obvious. Gabriel shook his head to get his mind back on track. "Okay genie" He frowned when he noticed the small quirk of her lips "your name isn't genie is it?"
The small woman smiled fully and preformed what looked suspiciously like an eye roll, "No master, that would be much like me calling you human."
"So what is your name?" he asked "And get up off the floor, that can't be good for your knees." The genie rose smoothly from the floor. The movement caused the slide of well toned muscle under the smooth skin of her legs. Gabriel forced himself to look away before he ripped the thin translucent cloth she was wearing from her body. "I don't have one" She said, "As my master it is you who must give me one."
Gabriel, who figured that that didn't sound any stranger than anything else that had happened in the past 12 hours, looked at the genie for several long moments and ran through a list of names in his head that would fit her. Some were close, but were missing something. Those names sounded to ordinary. She needed a name that reflected her. Something flickered in his mind. Something to do with his own name. He suddenly smiled. His last name was Erebus, The god of the Primordial Darkness in Greek mythology, if she was his perfect woman, and was bound to him for life, then the only name worthy of her was the name of Erebus's wife.
"Your name is the name of the Greek goddess of the night" he said "your name is Nyx." Nyx smiled widely, looking directly at him for the first time. "Thank you master!" she exclaimed "I love it." Still beaming widely, seemingly overcome with excitement, Nyx jumped straight into his arms and hugged him. Gabriel's erection, which he had managed to keep mostly under control until now almost ripped through the front of his pants.
Nyx giggled, a sweet, adorable sound and reached down to gently cup him. Gabriel choked. It had been nearly a year since he had last had sex, so this perfect little creature touching him like that nearly had him shooting in his pants. She's a sexual genie, I might as well take advantage of that. He thought.
"Nyx, I wish that I don't cum until I am inside you and I want it to coincide with your third orgasm." he said. Nyx looked up at him and the silver specks in her eyes flared. Gabriel felt a faint tingling in his mind that reminded him of the sensation of the mist the night before only much less intense. Then the feeling that he was going to blow any minute eased until it was just a pleasant aching, throb.
Nyx's eyes stared up at him, they were full of tears. Gabriel, worried that he had scared her somehow, scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed and, after moving the knife, sat down and cradled her in his lap. Nyx curled up against him and stared up at him.
