Damon shoved his erect penis in and out of the genie with reckless abandon while she moaned with pleasure. At last, his body tensed up, and he felt that it was too late for him to stop himself from cumming even if he wanted to. He felt proud that he could show the genie what it was like to be with a man (a real, human man). The genie, for the first time in her centuries-long existence, felt the male seed of a non-magical being within her. It was strange and perverted but oddly tantalizing. Each jet of semen from Damon pleasured the physical canal of her current humanoid form, and yet it was not accompanied with the flow of the strong magic she would have received from mating with a centaur, a dragon, or even a fellow genie. It was an incredibly unusual experience for her, unsatisfying in some ways, but unquestionably enjoyable in others. At the very least, her curiosity was sated, and now that she knew what it was to copulate with a male human, she felt sure that she could consider trying it again.
Damon's material, fleshy body could only spare so much of its water and its caloric energy to sustain its sex act, so it did not take long for his penis to stop squirting within her. He relaxed on her back, fascinated by the concept that he had mated with an immortal being. But most of all, he just loved that she looked so hot naked. He loved that her human-like appearance (which she could most likely change magically at will) had the perfect parts to please a man who was already pleased by her shapely form. He loved that he had finally fucked someone other than Monica, which might be his first step of moving on. If nothing else, he loved that the strangely dressed man in his room had waited so patiently for him to satisfy his masculine lust.
Wait, there was a man in Damon's room? That was impossible! All the doors were locked!
Damon pulled out of the genie with a shout and tried to cover his loins in front of the intruder. The genie seemed confused and looked over to see what Damon had seen. The strange man finally allowed her to sense his magical field, at which point she lowered her head to the bed and forced Damon's head down as well.
"He is Abezekir, the Prince of Genies," she whispered to Damon while they bowed as deeply as they could manage.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Jenaela?" said the prince to Damon's genie.
"There is nothing to be said, your highness," she replied calmly, as though reciting a traditional formula.
"You can dispense with your formalities, wench. Your deeds were witnessed in full detail by the Crystal Seers at the Palace of Jinn. Had you forgotten that we often check on our subjects?"
"No, sir."
"It has been more than a thousand years since a magical one debased herself to pursue carnal acts with a mortal."
"I seek your forgiveness, sire."