"Um. OK, let's just get some stuff out of the way first - you aren't one of those evil genies that twists wishes to make them hurt people or make them do the opposite of what I wish, are you?"

 

Ova laughed, the sound echoing through Peter's tiny bedroom like tiny bells, making her enormous chest jiggle with delight.

"Oh, no, Master! I'm not one of those! Those are Ifrit, not Genie. Unlike them, my happiness is your happiness and I would never seek to do harm . . . unless harming someone was part of your sexual wish. I don't judge either." she said with a saucy wink.

 

Somehow Peter knew that whatever she told him was the absolute truth - part of the magic bond, he assumed. He took a deep breath, shook his head at himself, and then unleashed a short speech that went against everything the tingling in his pants was telling him to do.

"OK, then! Um. Well, here's the thing, um, Ova - I don't like to make anybody do anything they wouldn't want to do on their own, even if it's some sort of magic thing. You wouldn't do anything too crazy or harmful if I freed you, would you?"

 

Ova blinked in shock.

"Free- free me?"

 

"Uh, yeah, I don't like anybody being a slave, even if it's my super sexy huge-boobed genie slave. So, if I freed you, you wouldn't do anything bad, right?"

 

Peter was shocked to see her generous chest shake for a different reason - the beautiful genie had begun to cry, small, shining drops of mercury falling down her cheeks instead of tears and clattering against his hardwood floors as they turned to diamonds upon falling from her face.

"Oh! Oh, Master! You- in all my four millennia of existence, no one has been so kind as to offer to free me! And without even making a single wish for your own pleasure? Truly, you would do this for me?"

 

She reached up a hand to trace his face, her fingers pleasantly warm and the merest touch causing his penis to stiffen involuntarily, a look of awe on her face.  Ova moved in closer to him, her huge breasts impacting up against him, making him feel her two huge thick nipples beneath the flimsy fabric burning like coals against where his abs met his chest.

 

"Um. Yes?" Peter said, his voice suddenly husky with desire. "I mean, yes!"

 

He felt Ova tremble against him, the smell of her filling his nostrils, a strange but alluring mixture of sex and something like but not quite cinnamon. She shuddered and looked up at him, her eyes narrowing  and colors darkening as she licked her full lips and slid her hands up his back.

 

"Not one mortal has offered me something so generous, so pure in all my days or nights. You cannot free me, dearest Master, but I would not want to be freed even if I could, not now that you have revealed your true soul to me - a soul as beautiful as the Sun itself! Gods, you are a treasure beyond words!"

 

With a sudden shove, Peter found himself landing back on his bed, propped up slightly by his pillows and Ova looking at him with a mixture of lust and reverence. With a snap of her fingers, they were both naked, her eyes fixing on his adoringly. She spun around, arms over her head, showing off her flawless body to him, before leaning down to kiss his feet and work his way up his trim legs with a series of butterfly kisses that tingled pleasantly.

She began to crawl sensually up the length of him, catlike, her huge tits rubbing against his legs until her mouth was just centimeters from his suddenly huge, throbbing member. She spoke again and he could feel her warm breath against his manhood.

"Oh, Master! I have never, EVER wanted, mmm, a Master so badly! Ohh, dearest, sweetest Master . . . mmm, prepare for the greatest fucking of your mortal life!"