A Boy and his Genie - Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

A Boy and his Genie - Chapter 11

... guards just approached more. “Kill them!” The captain ordered. “Oh no, what are we going to do!?” Leonardo panicked. “Master, do you wish for me to take us to your home?” Alexis asked him. “You can’t possibly get us out of here!” “Master, I promise I can save you, but I need your permission,” Alexis said. “Do you wish for me to save you?” Leonardo looked at the approaching guards, and made his decision. “Yes! YES!” He shouted, before closing his eyes to await death. It didn’t come. He braced himself for the feeling of steel cutting his skin, but it never came. He began to think that maybe this was what death felt like. Nothing. His pondering was interrupted however by the sound of feminine giggling. “Master, are you just going to stand there all day?” Alexis asked. Leonardo opened his eyes, and he saw her, once again naked, and sat on a chair. Leonardo looked around, and he realised that he was stood in his workshop. “But...we were out in the street…” he stuttered, amazed at what had happened. “Yeah, and now we’re here. Funny how that works,” Alexis smiled. “How are we here!?” “Well Master, you wished for it, and I granted your wish.” “What is all of this!? Wishing? And why do you call me “Master”?” Alexis didn’t reply. She merely snapped her fingers, to conjure up an apple for herself, which she started eating. “How did you do that!?...What are you?” Alexis stood up, and started walking towards him. Leonardo started to feel afraid. “Please…please don’t hurt me,” he said in ...

... fear as this girl approached him. “Now Master, I could never hurt you,” Alexis said. “That man you dropped into the river…is he dead?” “Now Master, I’m offended. I may be playful, but I’m no murderer.” “You call me “Master”, so if I am your Master, then I demand answers,” Leonardo said, and Alexis just smiled. “Oh you’re good,” She said. “Alright then, ask away. What do you want to know?” “Who are you? What are you?” “My name is Alexis. As for what I am, does the word “genie” mean anything to you?” “I have heard stories of the Djinn. Mystical beings who appear to people and grant wishes in exchange for their souls.” “Typical humans, you’ve never been very good at telling stories, have you? We don’t steal your souls, we just grant wishes.” “You are a wish-granting genie?” “Indeed I am.” “Preposterous. Such things are impossible.” “Master, a few minutes ago you were stood in a busy street about to be killed, and now you’re here. It’s one thing to doubt magic when you’ve not seen it, but you’d have to be truly stupid to ignore it when it’s right in front of you.” “Fine then! If you truly have magical powers, then prove it! Over there is a broken table. I wish for you to fix it.” “Oh really ambitious there, Master,” Alexis said sarcastically, before smiling. “Your wish is my command.” Alexis snapped her fingers, and Leonardo watched in amazement as the broken leg of the chair began to repair itself, wood appearing to replace that which had broken off. “That is impossible…” he said ...