Wade Meets The Genie
Part Four
A Wade Wilson (alternate universe) and Marissa O'Connor story.
By The Preve
Wade Wilson created by Wade Wilson (and no, it's still not that Wade Wilson :D)
The author wishes to thank Wade Wilson for allowing the use of his character :)
Wade's orgy, in all, lasted a Djinnistan month. His prodigious penis drilled the pussies of a djinn, a goddess, and a wood nymph, over and over daily.
The trio let the young man rest between fucks. In spite the earlier
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issue, he was still mortal, and the trio took care not to burn him out.
"Your stamina is surprising for a mortal, Wade," smiled Marissa.
"Thanks Ma . . . snore!"
"Stamina or no, he's been showing less of it this past week," Aphrodite said.
"Of course. We've been fucking him day and night," said Ilysia.
"The djinn are restless," noted Marissa. "The place is saturated with tantric energy."
"Yeah, and look at him. Hard even while knocked out," smiled the Love Goddess. She climbed aboard the lounge, straddled him, and pumped up and down.
"I don't think he's going to last long, even with the deal you made with
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," said Ilysia.
"Yeah, I know," agreed Marissa. "He's going to need stronger stuff than the mortal food we've been feeding him."
"It's a big deal if we start giving him . . . well, you know . . ." Ilysia said.
"I know, but it'll increase his stamina, and maybe give him some more protection against Lorelei, when this is over. We didn't draw him in just to fuck him to death, or get his ass killed by a siren."
"Yeah, there's that."
Marissa clapped her hands and a patio dining table appeared. She was a modern djinn so, while the food and beverages represented the classic
Food Of The Gods
, the charcuterie meats, cooler with soda bottles, paper plates, and plastic utensils were very contemporary.
"That dragon meat I smell?" asked Aphrodite. She left Wade's lap. His cock left her pussy with a slurp and a pop. Wade blinked and went back to sleep.
"I'm famished. I didn't realize it while fucking." The Love Goddess helped herself to the meats and cheese.
"Ilysia, can you take this bottle to Wade?" Marissa asked.
"That's Asgardian apple juice, Mari," the wood nymph pointed out. Aphrodite looked curiously at Marissa, eyebrow cocked.
"It's diluted," Marissa said. "It should pep him up and make him more resilient. He's going to be busy awhile."
"You better know what you're doing, Mari," Aphrodite said.
"Fixing one mistake by possibly making another? Of course," Marissa smirked.
Wade drifted in and out of sleep, woken occasionally by warm, wet walls caressing his cock, and to cum in them. A weight left his groin, replaced by cool air on his rod. He drifted off and woke to someone stroking his cock, right along his favorite spot.
He gasped and came awake. It was Ilysia.
"Hi, Mari wanted you to drink this and join us for lunch."
"Oh, uh, thanks." Wade would rather sleep. He needed rest after that marathon.
The drink looked and tasted like apple juice. The jolt it gave him, however, felt akin to a methamphetamine supernova.
In the pop flash and rainbow psychedelics which followed, Wade thought he could discern two things: one, a very cross-looking
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muttering about untrustworthy djinn while using a rubber eraser on her list.
Two, a furious Aphrodite shouting at Marissa, "That wasn't diluted, Mari!"
The last person he saw before blacking out was Ilysia, with a mischievous smile.
"It was supposed to be," Marissa scratched her head. "Let's see that bottle, Ilysia."
The wood nymph handed her the bottle. "Keep an eye on him," Marissa said.
Djinn and goddess examined the bottle.
"Something's off," said Marissa.
"Looks like a subtle glamour spell on it," Aphrodite noted.
"One of those really subtle ones," Marissa growled, guessing the origin. She wiped off the glamoured label. "Liesmith Bottling Company."
"Loki!" all three myths shouted.
"That sneaky, sleazy piece of Jotunn shit!" snarled Marissa.
"Probably trying to jam you up for that smack you gave him at the soiree," said Aphrodite.
"What happened?" asked Ilysia.
"You don't want to know. He made a pass, then a suggestion, and there's places even djinn won't go."
"He has a grudge," said Aphrodite. "Well, an unauthorized immortalization. Sigh! Much as I want to stay and fuck, the boss needs to hear about this. Back in a few."
"Take your time," Marissa said. Aphrodite left.
Present Wade peered around Ash's bouncing body, presently pumping his pump. "So, you mean I'm immortal?!" His voice carried a geeky touch of hysteria.
"Pretty much," Marissa lay at his side, stroking his hair. "Undiluted fruit juice can only be drunk by gods, djinn, and other myths. If a mortal drinks it, well, that happens.
We usually give them heavily watered down versions. Plus, fruit juice is very expensive, even for gods. And there are rules, quotas, etc. Only a rare few mortals are allowed undiluted juice. I only got some because the djinn had claimed me, thanks to my stupid ex."
"So now what?"
"Keep watching."
"Well," Ilysia past, said, "at least he's got some extra protection from Lori."
"I guess, wake him up."
Another stroke of his cock sprang Wade up.
"What happened?" he gasped.
"A complication," answered Ilysia. "Come to the table, Wade. We have to talk."
Wade, later, sat at the table, eating a dragon meat and Swiss sandwich. He hadn't realized his hunger, until he saw the food layout.
"I don't know if it tastes like ham or smoked turkey," he thought. "So let me get this straight. The juice you gave me made me immortal?"
"Asgardian apples, rare, very expensive, like ambrosia, or Kunlun peach juice," said Marissa. "
Fruits of Immortality
are not given away like coke. It's a very, very rare privilege. Tightly controlled, and gods, and even djinn can get into serious trouble for violations."
"Oh," Wade was pensive. "So what does it mean, really?"
"Well," said Ilysia, "you're pretty set when it comes to disease or serious injury. Vampires and other blood drinkers can't touch you."
"Don't try giving blood at the blood bank," said Marissa. "Your blood is ichor now. It's a bit different, and it'll cause complications."
"You've got better protection against Lorelei, so that's good," Ilysia smiled.
"But her curse still stands," frowned Marissa.
"Oh," Wade stayed thoughtful. "So what now?"
"We wait, and see what the other gods think. Meanwhile, there's still several weeks left," Marissa said. "We relax, we eat, we fuck and have fun."
At which both Wades thought, "Weird, but what else is there to do?"
Over the following weeks, Marissa, Ilysia, and the other djinn serviced Wade, and vice versa.
The male djinn (Marissa allowed the loophole) changed sex to accommodate. Wade became the center of a maelstrom of pussy.
Marissa taught him a few lessons she learned from her own initiation into djinnhood.
I don't think he's the type for the dark and tantric torture stuff, but the Lemurian Love Flower might work for him.
The female djinn were a bit more playful than the nymph and Marissa.
One emerald ("Very familiar," thought Marissa) djinn and the hot pink one came up to Wade, grabbed his hard cock, and tagged teamed.
Wade, laid out on the lounge, was too busy servicing Ilysia's pussy to notice. His cock had grown too used to mouths and pussy in any case.
"Such a perfect specimen," admired the hot pink Tabitha, licking her lips. "How does one improve on it?"
"I have an idea," said the emerald Rash, with a smirk at Marissa. She took Wade's cock and chanted a spell.
Wade's wang glowed like a glow stick, veins standing out like patterns on a lampshade.
Ilysia's flower obscured Wade's view, but the heat of the spell, and the djinns' stroking hands, quickly brought him to detonation.
His orgasm was accompanied by burbling grunts (to which Ilysia responded with cum of her own, as Wade's burbles were akin to a vibrator), and his cock geysered rainbow colors of cum.
Tabitha and Marissa clapped in appreciation.
"Impressive! Why didn't I think of that?" asked Marissa.
"Spur of the moment," answered Rash. "I just thought of it."
("Can I still do that?" present day Wade asked.
"Yes you can. The spell's inactive, like your glamour," Marissa answered.")
Marissa and the djinn went down on Wade's cock in a multiple nosh.
"Slurp! Smack! Multiple flavors, Rash?" asked Marissa.
"So? We djinn do it all the time. Why can't a new made immortal?"
"She's got a point, Mari. Slurp! I'm more interested in how his cum will feel inside me," Tabitha slurped.
The djinn and the wood nymph spent the rest of the month switching out on Wade.
Between fucks, he took swims in the pool, did a little sunbathing, ate excellently prepared meals of dragon meat, otherworldly fruits, and other Food of The Gods. Most of his time was spent in an erotic haze of fucks and multicolored, multiflavored cum.
Towards the end, Marissa received a message.
"Mistress, Larry says Master Zeus has arrived, and he's brought Lady Aphrodite and Lorelei."
"Uh, Marissa. That little statue just spoke," Wade observed. He'd noticed it over the previous weeks, a nude bronze man. His expression reminded him of the spoiled, privileged fratboys he'd hated in college, but it never made an impression otherwise.
Just one more surprise in this place.
"Thanks Miles," Marissa frowned. She'd expected Zeus and Aphrodite, but Lorelei's return?
Fro better have a good explanation.
Zeus did not like being in Djinnistan. He disliked djinn, but liked Marissa. She was one of the few he could fuck who were powerful enough to stand off Hera.
He was not happy to be informed of the problem regarding this,
Wade Wilson?
It was one thing when a mortal became djinn and acquired immortality, but when an Olympian was involved . . .
Can't have too much of this thing going on.
Complicating matters was the presence of Lorelei. He didn't like her either.
