A Boy and his Genie - Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

A Boy and his Genie - Chapter 14

... just wonder if they’ll do it.” Alexis closed her diary, and let it float back onto the shelf where it lived, next to her first edition of The Canterbury Tales (She’d get around to reading it one day, she swore!) and Leonardo’s painting of her reclining on the banks of the Arno. Every museum in the world would probably have begged her for it, but her Master had given her “La Bella dalla Lanterna” as a gift, and she would treasure it for the rest of her eternal existence. Alexis got comfy with her hot chocolate, and looked around. This place wasn’t huge, with most of the other rooms being taken up by the various nick-knacks she’d collected over the millennia, but it was home. The one place that no-one could ruin for her. Where she could be alone with her thoughts, with no humans nagging her to grant their mundane desires. Something she’d learned throughout her long existence was that, no matter the era, from the dawn of man to the 21st century, humans all want the same things. Mostly sex, with political power and wealth coming in close behind. Not that she minded granting those wishes, of course. She liked seeing how happy her magic made her Masters. It was just nice when people were a bit more creative in their wishes. At this point, Alexis felt the familiar tug that came from her lamp being rubbed. “Why must it always be when I’m getting comfy?” she lamented. She watched the clouds of light-blue smoke surround her, and seconds later, she was in Sophie’s bedroom, facing her ...

... Mistress. “What do you desire of me, oh great and wondrous Mistress?” Alexis asked, doing an overly-dramatic bow. “Showing off, are we?” Sophie asked her. “No, if I was showing off, I’d have emerged with a fireworks show and music,” Alexis said, reclining on the bed. “So what’s up?” “Well Matt and I have been thinking…” Sophie replied. “And well, we want to fulfil one of the society’s goals.” “No mindless slaves, I hope?” “Alexis, please let our Masters speak,” Lumiosa scolded her fellow genie. “As we were saying,” Matt continued. “Though the society was partly gathering lamps to keep them away from people who would misuse them, one of their goals with it was to attempt to meet the maker.” “There is no maker,” Alexis said dismissively. “Then who sent Lumiosa to Matt?” Sophie asked. “Who wrote the note? Who decided we should be exempt from the rules? Someone’s been setting events into motion. It wouldn’t surprise me if the maker’s the reason I got you all those years ago.” “You got me because my previous Master was dying and he wanted to choose his successor, instead of leaving it to fate,” Alexis told her. “You were chosen because you were in the right place at the right time. It could just as easily have been anyone else.” “What if it was more than fate though? What if I was there at that time because the maker made me be? What if your Master died at that moment because the maker wanted him to give you to me?” “Sophie, the world doesn’t work like that. The world is not being ...