Her heart pounding at the feeling of those soft hands kneading her chest, Mary could only manage an excited moan as the genie suddenly made a decision. "Oh... there's only one thing I'm fit for..."
With a trail of mystical sparkles, their clothes vanished, leaving bare slits to meet as Mary yelped in arousal. Darzala's hands, now aglow with magical rainbows of energy, lifted from her chest, dancing in the air as she watched the room around them begin to change. The scenery and decor shifted, twisting and stretching and bending as the world around them was altered to suit Darzala's whims.
Her feet were pulled up as the couch beneath them lengthened, her body falling back onto a massive, luxurious bed, soft satin sheets feeling wonderful against her bare skin. She looked over, biting her lip at the sight of her living room becoming a lavish, classically decorated royal bedroom, the window showing the back lawn blurring before it cleared to reveal a breathtaking view of a sprawling meadow.
Without warning, her hands shot down to Mary's breasts once more, causing her to practically jump in erotic shock. The glow around Darzala's hands leaped to Mary's body, bringing with it intense heat that only drove her libido further higher. Furiously she tried to grind against the genie, hands completely wrapped up her hair as she moaned uncontrollably.
Everywhere the magic flowed, her body began to shift just as her room had. Her skin smoothed out, every blemish and imperfection removed, the surface becoming as smooth as her sheets. Her pale tone began to darken, quickly reaching a bronzed, Mediterranean-looking shade, absolutely gorgeous as the early-morning sun shone on it through the windows. The hair she was so busy wrapping around her hands darkened as well, gaining immense volume as it became a thick, wavy, jet-black dream.
She screamed as the magic rebounded to her chest, the flesh forced to swell and grow within the genie's hands. Her moderate cups became small mountains, round, incredibly sensitive masses almost as large as her own head. Her back arched as she felt her rear end swelling in the same way, forming into a heart shape that begged to be grasped at and groped.
Finally, she could take it no longer. She exploded, a massive release turning her entrance into an ecstatic swamp, juices flowing like a river. Almost the exact same moment, Darzala experienced the same orgasmic burst, their fluids mixing as bodies tensed up, locked in throes of mind-blowing joy. Just as she felt the ecstacy fading, it returned again in force, a cascade of synchonized orgasms shared between the genie and her new vessel.
The sun had reached its zenith when the last of the releases finally seemed to subside, allowing Mary and Dazala to slump together as they panted heavily. Soaked in sweat and their own juices, they loosely held each other, the genie's pants interrupted by a breathless laugh. "Seems like... when my vessel... climaxes... I do too..."
"Oh... really?" Exhausted though she was, Mary could still muster the effort to move a couple of fingers down, slipping them past the sea of sticky fluid to slip inside herself. Immediately the genie squealed, bucking her hips and humping against the side of Mary's leg until she finally stopped.
"That was... dirty!" She let out an amused laugh. "You... are going to be one... devious queen..."
She raised an eyebrow. "A... queen?"
The genie nodded, waving lazily towards the window. "Queen Mary I of Kaltana, the most beautiful island nation in the Mediterranean... ruled by the most beautiful mortal in the same." A grin spread on her face. "Supported, of course, by her consort Darzala... her gorgeous, brilliant, shrewd, generous, talented-"
"Don't forget humble."
"-and immeasurably humble companion." She leaned over to kiss the newly-minted royal, a hand slipping up to lose itself among her dark, silky locks. "So... what are the wishes of a queen?"
Mary shook her head. "Oh no... I'm not wasting any of these. If I've got three wishes... they're getting put to good use."
"No, silly!" She playfully shoved Mary's shoulder. "If I had a master, they'd have three... but my vessel gets all the wishes she wants." Her hand moved from Mary's hair to trace little circles around on her stomach. "As long as I'm bound to you, and not some stuffy old lamp, then any whim, any wish, any fantasy or desire - I'll make it all real, no strings attached."