Genie of the Lamp

Henry crept silently through the dark tomb, he’d successfully dodged deadly traps and perilous pitfalls and had finally reached the inner sanctum, where the ancient kings were buried with their most valuable possessions.

But as the tomb raider made his way through the cavernous chamber, he ignored the piles of gold and precious gemstones littering the ground, after all, what he had come for was far more valuable than a few shiny rocks.

Peering about, he spotted the dais holding what he had come in for, the ancient tablets he’d studied were surprisingly accurate in their description of the chamber, so it hadn’t taken very long at all to find his prize.

Stepping up to the podium in the corner of the vast chamber, he noticed that a shaft of light was descending from the ceiling directly above, illuminating the object in an almost aetherial glow, he briefly wondered where the light was coming from, considering they were so far down beneath the surface, but decided not to dwell on it.

Reaching out with his hands, Henry made to grab the prize, but hesitated, he suddenly became concerned that the item may be trapped in some way.

Stepping back, he analysed the alcove, the dais the treasure was placed upon was simple carved stone, inlaid with intricate carvings and hieroglyphs, in fact, now that he looked more closely, he saw that the entire chamber was covered in similar markings, sighing, he stepped further back and turned up the brightness on his flashlight, this was going to take a while.

After several hours of painstaking translation, Henry finally reached his conclusions about the treasure buried here.

The tomb he was currently exploring was already well known in The World Within, a burial site of ancient kings found deep in the Maadi desert, in Initiative territory, it is commonly understood to be a remnant of the ancient Maadi empire, a long vanished power whose only remains are the ruins they left behind, and their descendants, the Nomaadi tribes that still patrol the sands to this day.

The Tomb of Kings is where the ancient civilisation had buried its rulers, originally just the tomb of Jafar, The Slayer of Gods, the subsequent kings of his empire had all demanded to be buried alongside him in his crypt, beginning a tradition that stretched on for centuries after, with additions and extensions being made all the while, up until the empire collapsed for reasons still unknown to modern archaeology.

But Henry knew different, while it was true that the tomb did belong to the ancient Maadi people, he had discovered evidence that shook up the entire archaeological worlds preconceptions on the empire.

That they had led the charge against the Aempyreals during the legendary war with that mythological race, and that Jafar, The Slayer of Gods, was named as such because he personally slew over a score of the tyrant race in single combat.

Such a revelation, that the ancient war was not myth, and that the descendants of the ancient race could still be hiding somewhere would no doubt come as a massive blow to the stability of many countries in The World Within, so Henry had made sure to keep the discovery to himself.

However, in his research, he had also discovered reference to another chamber in the Tomb of Kings, a ‘vault’ of sorts, housing the most precious treasures of all the ancient kings.

When the tomb had initially been unearthed, it was discovered that the ancient kings had been buried alongside many treasures and the tomb was promptly looted of all its valuables, but if his research was to be trusted, that treasure was a facade, and the real items of power were sequestered away in a deeper chamber, behind many traps and false walls.

Henry, in preparation for his expedition, had taken the public tour multiple times, confirming the likely location of the first hidden door, and familiarising himself with the layout, then, once night had fallen, he’d headed in, avoiding the guards he’d made his way through the secret corridors, until eventually, he’d found himself in the very room spoken of in his research.

Looking around again, he could identify what the markings meant, they indicated which treasures belonged to which king, for instance, the most grand pile he could see, a little ways to the left of him, was dedicated to Settra the Infinite, an opulent ruler who brought great prosperity to his empire, and who had famously demanded to have his body encased in solid gold when he died.

A little further into the chamber, down a small corridor he hadn’t noticed before, Henry had found the hoard of Alakanash, a king who, if the legends were to be believed, had threatened the entire World Within with an army of the dead, his hoard was easy to distinguish by the powerful looking staff sat at its centre which was clearly the fabled Black Staff of Alakanash.

But again, Henry was not here for these relics, priceless though they may be, he had come here for one thing and one thing alone, something that was more valuable than all the treasures found in this secret vault, the old oil lamp, sat on a plinth in the alcove dedicated to Jafar.

Henry had to admit, he was somewhat surprised when he realised the lamp was all Jafar had placed down here, he was certain when he first broke into the chamber that at least some of the other piles of gold must belong to him, but it seemed as though even the legendary warrior king of the Maadi agreed with his sentiment on the lamps true value.

Henry approached the lamp once again, much more confident this time, he’d confirmed through his analysis of the inscription on its base that the lamp had been warded only with magical traps, incantations were easy enough to dispel, especially the older ones, whose secrets had been cracked a long time ago, it was the physical traps that caught most archaeologists, after all, there are only so many ways to avoid setting off a weighted pressure plate, and a bag of sand didn’t always cut it.

Dispelling the wards, he reached out and, gently, not so much as disturbing the dust upon the worn, bronze surface, lifted the lamp off of its pedestal.

With a grin that spread from ear to ear, he lifted the lamp up to his face and blew away some of the dust that had collected on its surface over the millennia, revealing some of the hieroglyphs that it had been inscribed with so long ago.

A war raged in the humans mind, should he retreat with the treasure, carefully pack it away and make his way back to base camp and analyse the runes before doing anything hasty?

Or should he activate its ancient magicks now, release its prisoner and risk who knows what in this ancient and confined space?

In the end, the treasure hunter in him won out over the cautious scholar and, grabbing the end of his sleeve so as not to get any grime on his hand, he rubbed the lamp.

Nothing came out.

Perplexed, Henry tried again, rubbing a bit more vigorously this time, but still nothing happened.

How could this be?

He thought, he was sure he’d read the inscriptions on the stone tablet correctly, rub the lamp and the spirit will make itself known, so where was it?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking.

Maybe he was going about this the wrong way, maybe he had to rub the lamp in a specific spot, yes, that had to be it, turning the lamp over in his hands, he began to rub across the ornamental items surface, no longer caring about keeping the ancient inscriptions intact.

As he spun the lamp over however, he felt a small, almost imperceptible sign of movement from within, curious, he returned the lamp to its upright position and, cautiously, as though something might jump out at him, removed the lid.

When nothing did jump out, Henry took a moment to exhale, surprising himself somewhat as he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding his breath, and shone his light into the lamps interior, revealing a small, crumpled piece of paper.

Confused, Henry put the light in his mouth to free up his hand and fished the paper out, it took a few tries due to the small size of the hole, but he was eventually able to pry free it from its ancient prison.

Gently placing the lamp back on its pedestal, Henry unfolded the mysterious piece of paper, revealing its identity as a note, written in plain English of all things, but after a quick examination of the paper, he realised that, while it was slightly worn, it was only a few years old at most.

He was a bit surprised at first by the modern script, and it took him a moment to pull his mind out of ancient text translation mode in order to read the damn thing, but when he did, his jaw damn near hit the floor.

Made you look!

But in all seriousness, I am sorry about your wasted expedition, whoever you are.

Unfortunately though, I’ve already liberated the genie who used to occupy this flask from his ancient prison.

If it’s any consolation though, I left all (well, most) of the other treasures here unclaimed, even the other one of a kind artefacts, so feel free to help yourself to as much as you can carry!

- Mary B

P.S. If you’re still up for a treasure hunt, I might still have the ‘Curiosity’ that your looking for ;)

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Henry cursed quietly to himself as he nursed his doule, he was already on his third tumbler, and he didn’t have any plans to stop anytime soon.

His plans had all been ruined, his money and time wasted, and worst of all, his ego bruised.

He hadn’t brought any packs with him into the tomb, so he’d only been able to fill his pockets with gold and gems before being forced to return to the surface, he hadn’t bothered to grab any of the more iconic relics, even if he tried to pawn them off he’d be forced to explain where he found them, and then he’d have to explain why he went off in search of the tomb by himself, instead of organising a proper expedition.

It wasn’t all a complete waste of course, he could always wait a few years and then ‘stumble across’ references to the treasure room in his research material, at least then he’d be able to get some fame out of the endeavour, and he always had the small fortune in precious stones and metals he’d been able to pilfer.

But still…

After all that effort…

To make matters worse, his ferry back to the Papal Order was delayed due to the rapid heating up of the cold war between the Initiative and the Order, so he’d been stuck in the port at the small trading town of Arabi for nearly two days now.

Gazing out of the window of the bar he was currently haunting, he got a good look at all the commerce going on just outside, stalls were set up selling foreign curiosities and all manner of fruits and veg, hawkers were peddling their wares with tall tales, claiming that they originated in the outside world, beyond the World Mothers womb, as if.

Henry noted that the breaking down of diplomacy wasn’t affecting their livelihoods very much, bastards.

He downed the rest of his liquor in disgust and was about to order another one when something caught his eye, a single store, not the pop up stalls all the traders were shouting from, but a normal building with a large window out front to show off its wares named ‘Marian Burgs Curiosities’.

Something about the name seemed familiar, ‘Mary’ ‘B’ ‘Curiosity’, those words kept bouncing about in his mind, what was it?

Slowly, almost unconsciously, he reached into the pocket on the front of his shirt and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper he’d found in the tomb and unfolded it, he wasn’t sure why he’d kept it at first, it was just a reminder of his failure, but now he was glad he did, the handwriting on the note was nearly identical to the font on the sign!

Suddenly re-energised, Henry sprang up from his seat and made for the door, almost forgetting to pay in his excitement.

Henry stumbled slightly as he crashed through the beads that served as a door to the shop, a soft chiming echoed off a few of the balls, signifying to whoever manned the store that someone had entered, he’d always been proud of his ability to hold his drink, his friends would often joke that he must be part dwarf, but three glasses of hard liquor was still more than enough to make him tipsy.

“Can I help you?” A strong, feminine voice sounded from behind a row of shelves, Henry stepped around them, trying to get a look at the woman before he answered, and almost collided into her as she stepped out.

She was tall, 6’ at least, easily matching height with Henry, and though she appeared to be possibly in her late twenties/early thirties at the oldest, there was something about the way she held herself that told him she was older than she looked, mid forties with a good healthcare routine perhaps, or possibly not entirely human.

Her long black hair was swept back, held in place by a gem encrusted clip, and she wore a long dress of yellow and blue fabrics that was trying its best, and arguable failing, to conceal her curvaceous, motherly body, interestingly, Henry noted that her clothing looked heavy and thick, more than a little uncharacteristic for a resident of the baking hot Maadian desert.

“I’m so sorry.” Henry apologised after catching his balance, “I didn’t mean to-” “I’m fine.” the woman cut him off, “High shelves stacked with all sorts of oddities.” she gestured around, “It’s not the first time I’ve bumped into a customer, and I doubt it’ll be the last.” she explained, and Henry could’ve sworn he detected a hint of mischief in her tone.

“Was there something you wanted, or were you just looking to browse?” The woman asked, and Henry started a bit, suddenly realising that he’d briefly forgotten his reason for coming, “Oh yes, there was something actually.” he said, fishing the note out of his pocket.

“Are you the owner? Miss, um…” “Marian Burg?” She finished, “Well, technically its ‘Marian Burgette’, but I think Marian Burg has a better ring to it, don’t you?” she asked, and Henry nodded, unable to bring himself to tell her that ‘Marian Burg’ sounded more to him like the name of a town, and a jumped up, sorry excuse for one at that.

“Right, well miss, um ‘Burg’.” Henry began, before immediately being cut off by Marian, “Just, ‘Marian’ is fine.” she said, “Well, miss Marian, I’m here because I’ve been lead to believe you might know something about this.” and with a slight flourish, he presented her with the note.

Marian’s face wrinkled in confusion at first, but her eyes soon widened with recognition when she saw the handwriting on the paper, “Oh my stars!” she said in astonishment, “I’d nearly forgotten about that silly thing.” she looked up from the note, staring at Henry as though seeing him for the first time.

Suddenly her eyes went somehow even wider and she pushed past the younger man, headed for the door, “One second, I’ll be right back.” she explained hurriedly, Henry had half a mind to stop her, fearing that she might try and make a break for it, but something about her tone and her movement told him that wasn’t her goal.

Sure enough, when she reached the doorway, instead of pushing through the beads, she flipped the open sign in the window to closed, reached behind the frame and retrieved a long can with a hook on the end, Henry wondered what the instrument was for, but his questions were soon answered when she reached up, latched onto a small metal hoop, and pulled a set of metal shutters down.

After securing them in place she rushed back to where Henry was stood and grabbed him firmly by the arm, “My backroom, now.” she hissed firmly, and Henry promptly complied.

Once they were in what must have been the shops stock room, Marian spun around and shut the wooden door, then pulled out a key and locked it, “Don’t want anyone to interrupt us.” she explained to the now slightly concerned Henry.

Moving passed Henry, the storekeeper stopped in the middle of the small stockroom with her back to the increasingly worried man and began fiddling with her dress.

Within just a few seconds, she had deftly undone the supports and left her gown to drop to the floor, revealing the soft, sumptuous curves of her naked body, in all their round, jiggling glory as she stood with her hands on her wide hips, back still facing the man.

Henry thought it somewhat odd that she hadn’t been wearing anything beneath her dress, what if it had gotten caught on a shelf and come loose, it certainly dropped away easily enough, but to be perfectly honest, this thought only entertained his mind for a moment, before the more important things came into focus.

“Well?” Marian asked in a sultry tone as she craned her neck to look over her shoulder at Henry, the slight movement causing her plump form to jiggle in a most satisfactory manner, “Aren’t you going to give it a rub?”.

The look of confusion must have been visible on Henry’s face, as Marian smiled mischievously and said, “My ass silly, give it a good hard rub.” and as if to emphasise her point, she shook her derrière, causing the fatty globes to wobble in an almost hypnotic fashion, a soft ‘plapping’ sound could be heard as the monumental cheeks clapped against each other.

Swallowing a glob of saliva that had been collecting in his mouth, Henry nodded to show his understanding, mumbled a quick, “Yes Ma’am.” and stepped forwards to do as he was commanded, any thoughts of ‘lamps’ and ‘ancient spirits’ having all but vanished from his mind.

Reaching down and grasping the mountains of flesh before him from both sides, a realisation dawned on him, each individual cheek was almost as wide as he was, just how she had been concealing these curves in her heavy gown he had no idea.

Starting off slow at first, Henry began to rub small circles into the ass cheek on either side, causing small waves to ripple across the smooth surface, slowly but surely, this action became more intense, the circles grew larger and the speed increased.

Eventually the circular pattern vanished and he was just rubbing away without a care in the world, Marian moaned as the feeling of soft hands kneading her smooth flesh sent ripples of pleasure washing across her body.

Henry was so engrossed by the action, that when the first tendrils of smoke began to tentatively slip out from the fracture between the two asscheeks, he didn’t even notice, it was only after he looked down to immerse himself once more in the glorious sight of Marian’s ass did he realise something was happening.

Immediately, Henry jumped back and brought his hand up to cover his nose, a feeling of disgust washed over him before reason prevailed and he remembered that flatulence wasn’t exactly renowned for being visible.

“Hah, hah, here he comes now.” Marian panted, still breathless from the vigorous exercise she’d just enjoyed. “Good, hah, boy.”.

As Henry watched in slack-jawed amazement, the smoke pouring from the storekeepers ass began to coalesce and take a distinctly humanoid shape, before his very eyes, a torso and arms began to build themselves atop the pillar of smoke, a head popped out from between the shoulders, and the entire ensemble began to solidify and gradually gain color.

Even before the being had finished manifesting itself however, Henry could tell that it was intelligent, before the features of the face had even set in place, he saw the head tilt down and felt the spectral eyes of the thing begin to bore into him.

“Who dares summon Tahar, spirit of the desert” The being spoke in a voice that sounded both equal parts masculine and feminine at the same time.

Henry jumped even further back in surprise when the being spoke, he had assumed that the smoke and humanoid form flooding from Marian’s ass had been some sort of magical illusion, but that name, ‘Tahar’, it was the same name inscribed on the lamp he’d found in the tomb, was this the same genie who had been locked away in a lamp for millennia, and if so, why in the Mothers name was it hiding in Marian’s ass?

As Henry watched in astonished silence, the features of the djinns face finally came into focus and solidified, creating a visage that was at once, both male and female in appearance, Henry was confused by this at first, trying to figure out the spirits gender, but he suddenly recalled the theory that genies were formed of the coalesced souls of the god-like Aempyrials, slain in that ancient mythological war, did that mean, if the theory was to be believed, that the spirits who made up this genie were equally split along gender lines?

Henry shook the question free, his head was starting to hurt.

“Well, big boy…” Marian said, still breathing heavily, “Here you are, your reward for finding me.” the spirit, Tahar, looked down at the woman whose ass he (or she, or it, or whatever they were) had just emerged from, a look of indignation on their face.

“You dare Ignore me!?” the genie demanded, their eyes lighting up with the literal fires of hell as they spoke, “Oh hush Ta-Ta.” Marian responded chiding the ancient demon as their they were a child, “I’m dealing with a customer right now.”.

“I WILL NOT BE SILENCED BY THE LIKES OF YOU WENCH!” The djinn pronounced in a booming tone, “I AM A THOUSAND YEARS BEYOND YOU! I AM MORE POWERFU-” Tahar was suddenly cut off as they were jerked downwards suddenly, about a foot of smoke quickly vanishing back up Marian’s wobbling ass.

“No! You listen here you jumped up Jack-in-a-lamp!” Marian snapped back, “I’m your master, and I will tell you when you can and can’t speak! I worked hard to lawyer up and ensure my wishes were airtight, so you’d better do as I say and with a smile on your face.” another half a foot of smoke was gobbled back up into her greedy rear, “Or else, I have the power to make your existence very uncomfortable, do I make myself clear?” the djinn simply nodded meekly in agreement.

“Sorry about that.” Marian apologised to a now very confused Henry, “So here’s the thing, the bottle Ta-Ta here was originally sealed in had a spell on it to ensure that he had to grant the three wishes of anyone who awakened him.” Henry nodded in understanding, he wasn’t sure if ‘Ta-Ta’ was actually a ‘he’, but it was clear to the human who it was that wore the trousers in this relationship, so he decided not to butt in.

“Anyway.” Marian continued, “The spells weren’t perfect, they allowed Ta-Ta some freedom in interpreting the wish, sort of like an anti theft measure, but they also forced him to grant the wish, whatever it was, so now, he lives in my ass and has to do whatever I say! Isn’t that right Ta-Ta” Tahar simply grumbled something that sounded vaguely like a ‘yes’ in response.

Henry was following along well enough so far, but he did have a question, “What about your other wishes?” he asked, “Ooh, thank you for asking! The first thing I wished for was immortality, would you believe I’m only two hundred and twenty one years young?” she asked, giving Henry a cheeky wink, “Try two hundred and forty six.” Tahar muttered beneath their breath, before another inch of them vanished into Marian’s round, jiggling ass.

“Well.” Marian coughed, “After that I ‘relocated’ Ta-Ta here, but he tried to pull a fast one on me by expanding his mass in order to bloat me up and make me immobile, so I just wished for a hammerspace.” she explained, “Of course, seeing as I’m his master now, I’ve made more wishes since, but those were the three I made initially.”.

“So… About my reward for finding you…?” Henry tentatively began, “Oh yes, you get one wish, and don’t worry about any funny business, I’ll make sure you get exactly what you wish for.” the disappointment must have been visible on Henry’s face, as Marian quickly cut back in with, “What? Don’t give me that look, I found him first, your lucky I’m even giving you the one.” she said.

Henry was taken aback, of all the things he’d expected to find when he noticed the font on the stores sign, this hadn’t even been close to being on the list, and after all that had happened, to be told he could still make a wish?

He had not been prepared for that.

“Well…?” Marian prompted, but Henry was still in shock, trying to figure out what he should wish for.

He’d had three wishes planned out in his head when he set out to find the genie of course, but suddenly trying to figure out which of them was the most desirable to him was harder than he’d thought.

Immortality, wealth, and the power to view historical events as they truly happened, that’s what he had wanted, but which one did he want most?

Suddenly, his stream of consciousness was interrupted, not by Marian, but by Tahar, “Listen.” they said, “I can see you’re having trouble deciding, so I’ll cut you a deal, wish for my freedom, and I’ll grant you three wishes, no strings attached, what do you say?” they had a pleading look on their eyes, one that quickly had a look of terror mixed into it as they were jerked further into Marian’s quivering ass, this time, by nearly half a foot.

Henry looked up at the genie, not quite believing his ears, if the genie was telling the truth, then he could get all his wishes after all, “Alright then…” he began.

“Oh no you don’t!” Marian spat venomously, “Don’t listen to Ta-Ta, he’s a genie, their deceptive by their very nature, if you let him free there’ll be nothing to assure he wont just run away immediately, at least my way you’re guaranteed to get what you wish for.” she pleaded to Henry.

And now, Henry was back to square one, what Marian had said did make a lot of sense, after all, tales of genies and regular peoples dealings with them rarely, if ever, ended well for the human, but Tahar looked genuine in their pleas, and if what Marian had said about her age was true, maybe Tahar really did want to get out, just who should he believe.

“I wish…” Henry began, both parties leaning forwards slightly in anticipation of his answer, “I wish, I was immortal.” Henry said at last, causing Tahar to look down dejectedly, and Marian to let out a small whoop of triumph.

It had been a difficult choice, and part of him still believed that Tahar was being genuine in their promise, but in the end, Marian’s words of caution had won out, he had no way of holding Tahar to their words, and besides, even with just one of his wishes, if he played his cards right, and worked hard, he could still yet achieve all three desires, and possibly even more.

It wasn’t hard to think of ways he could leverage immortality into a constant revenue stream, and while he wouldn’t be able to view historical events that happened in the distant past, eternal youth would enable him to view what would one day become major historical events, sure, he’d have to wait a few millennia to actually make use of his immortality in that manner, but then, what was time to someone who didn’t age?

With a sombre look on their face, and an encouraging tug from within Marian’s intestines, Tahar raised their hand, and snapped their fingers, “Your wish.” they said in a dejected tone, “Is my command.”.

Henry patted his chest with his hands, he didn’t feel any different, had the djinn duped him?

Was this revenge for not freeing them?

Suddenly Henry heard a loud bang and the sound of some kind of pot or jar behind him being smashed, he also found he had a rather sudden, splitting headache, raising his hand up to his scalp to grasp at his head in pain, he found his palm coming into contact with something hot and wet.

Lowering his hand to inspect the material, he realised it was blood, his blood!

Looking up Henry saw Marian stood a few feet away, pointing a still smoking handgun in his direction, she’d shot him!

A mixture of anger and confusion played itself across Henry’s face, as he tried to work out why Marian had just shot at him, but before he could demand an answer, a look of surprise played across Marian’s own face, and she dropped the gun, quickly fumbling on a nearby shelf for something.

Soon enough, she pulled away from the shelf and held a mirror up to Henry, and strange though it was, the bullet hole in his head was rapidly closing, though it was difficult to make out through all the blood and brain fluids pumping out and clouding his eyes.

“Sorry.” Marian said at last, “I had to make sure Ta-Ta hadn’t duped you.” but Henry didn’t say anything, he just glared at her, he understood her reasoning, but did she have to jump straight to shooting him in the head?

The least she could have done was warn him first so he could mentally prepare.

“As you can see.” Tahar began, sounding a little annoyed at the interruption, “I have granted your wish, neither time nor weaponry will scar your form, you will live forever-more.” “Well done Ta-Ta, I had full faith in you of course.” Marian responded, as though she hadn’t just shot a man in the head to test the genies truthfulness.

“Now that your duty is complete, time to put you back where you belong.” Marian explained as her ass began to slowly but steadily devour the djinn, more and more of their whispy, smoke-like lower form being sucked between the quivering globes.

“No, NO!” Tahar protested, “Not back in their, please I beg of you! Anything but that! It’s so dark, and wet, and lonely! That’s the worst part, the loneliness!” but Marian paid him no heed, “Sorry Ta-Ta, you know the rules, and so do I.” she explained.

Tahar continued to struggle, their smoke having fully vanished into the crevice, leaving their torso wedged between the two orbs, “No.” they protested, “No I wont go back to that lonely place!” their eyes locked on Henry, “I wont be alone!” they roared.

Suddenly, and without warning, Tahar’s arm shot out and grasped Henry by the leg, he tried to break free of the grip, but as soon as the djinn had grabbed hold of the human, they had stopped struggling against the pull of Marian’s ass and they were quickly engulfed.

Soon enough, it was only Tahar’s head and outstretched arm, still keeping hold of Henry, that were outside of Marian’s ass, and even then, that was rapidly changing, Henry tried to struggle, but the genies grip was like a vice, and as the djinn was completely consumed by the hungry mountains of fat and the globes began to engulf Henry’s feet, so to did Henry’s own devourment truly begin.

Marian hiccuped lightly as she felt the thrashing of her occupants continue, it had already been several hours since her ass had finished off Tahar and the man, and their fighting seemed to show no sign of ending any time soon, which unfortunately for her, meant her hiccups were also likely to continue for some time yet.

She’d re-dressed and swept up the remains of the shattered pot in her back room before re-opening her store, thankfully she’d long ago soundproofed the storage area when she started using it as a place to ‘summon’ Tahar, so no one had heard the gunshot.

Casually, she pressed a hand against her abdomen, letting it sink into the pillowy flesh and press lightly against her intestines, the struggles of the pair sending vibrations through her guts and creating a pleasing sensation against her palm.

She had to admit, she hadn’t been intending on picking up a second passenger today, but after Ta-Ta had made his speech about how lonely he was and had grabbed hold of the mans leg, she decided that the least she could do was oblige her long serving genie, plus, it didn’t hurt that the sensations of two people struggling in her ass were far better than just one.

As she closed her eyes and began to bask in the internal massage she was receiving, she suddenly realised that she’d never actually gotten the mans name.