The Djinn’s Wish Waylon #8
Azir’s thrusts gradually increased in speed and force, driving me toward a third climax that I wasn’t sure I could survive.
When it hit, it was different from the previous two.
It was less intense but somehow deeper, spreading through my body like warm molasses rather than crashing over me like a wave.
I came with a soft cry, my entire body shaking in delight.
This time, Azir pulled out, though he hadn’t cum yet, leaving me feeling suddenly empty.
In one fluid motion he rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips.
Before I even knew what was happening, he was sinking down on me, his beautiful ass enveloping my cock in a tight warmth that had me crying out once more.
“Oh fuck…” I moaned, the sound blissful and overwrought just like the rest of me.
I gasped as Azir rode me, his thighs flexing powerfully on either side of my hips.
The sight of this magnificent blue-skinned djinn impaling himself on my cock was almost too much to process.
He threw his head back, his dark hair cascading down his broad shoulders as he moved with the grace and precision of someone who had spent millennia perfecting the art of pleasure.
“You honor me,” he said, his voice resonating with power even as he submitted to me physically. “To give pleasure to the one who freed me... there is no greater joy.”
His internal muscles clenched around me with impossible control, rippling along my shaft in ways that defied human anatomy.
Each squeeze and release sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine, building toward what would be my fourth orgasm of the night.
I didn’t even know that was possible without some serious recovery time, but Djinn magic apparently didn’t play by the normal rules.
“Azir,” I moaned, my hands gripping his blue thighs. “I can’t... I don’t think I can...”
“You can,” he assured me, leaning forward to brush his lips against mine. “Your body is capable of far more pleasure than you realize. Let me show you.”
He placed his palm flat against my chest, directly over my heart. A warm sensation spread outward from his touch, flowing through my veins. My exhaustion melted away, replaced by a renewed vigor that had me thrusting upward to meet his downward movements.
“What did you do to me?” I gasped, feeling stronger and more energized than I had all day.
“I’ve temporarily enhanced your stamina,” he explained with a wicked smile. “A small gift. One of many I intend to give you tonight.”
He began to move faster, his cock bobbing enticingly with each bounce, that gold ring at the tip catching the light. I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around his impressive girth. He was hot to the touch, pulsing with an energy that seemed barely contained by his physical form.
“Yes,” he hissed, his eyes flaring brighter as I stroked him. “Your touch... it’s exquisite.”
We moved together in perfect synchrony, as if our bodies had been made for each other. His weight on top of me, the heat of him surrounding my cock, the sight of his beautiful blue form riding me with abandon… It was all too much and not enough at the same time.
When my fourth orgasm hit, it was transcendent.
I felt as though I was being turned inside out, every nerve ending firing simultaneously.
I cried out, my voice hoarse from overuse as I emptied myself inside him.
At the same time, Azir reached his own climax, his cock pulsing in my hand as he painted my chest and face with thick ropes of cum that glowed faintly blue in the dim light.
The sight should have been strange, but in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
His release was warm on my skin, tingling slightly where it landed.
When I instinctively licked a drop that had landed near my mouth, I was surprised by the taste.
It was sweet and spicy at once, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Azir collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. For several moments, we lay in silence, our bodies cooling in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. I felt utterly spent, emptied in the most delicious way possible.
“That was...” I began, struggling to find words adequate to describe the experience.
“Only the beginning,” Azir finished for me, turning his head to meet my gaze with a smile that promised more delights to come.
I groaned, half in anticipation and half in mock protest. “You’re going to kill me.”
His laughter filled the room, rich and warm. “I assure you, death by pleasure is not in your future tonight. Though I do intend to test your limits thoroughly.”
He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand tracing lazy patterns on my chest, smearing his own release into my skin. There was something oddly intimate about the gesture, more so than the sex we’d just shared.
“Why did you do it?” he asked suddenly, his expression turning serious. “Why use your one wish to free me instead of asking for something for yourself?”
I thought about it for a moment, trying to articulate feelings I hadn’t fully processed myself.
“It just seemed like the right thing to do,” I said finally, shrugging.
“No one should be trapped against their will. And besides...” I grinned up at him.
“It looks like I got something for myself after all.”
Azir’s expression softened, something like wonder flickering in his glowing eyes.
“In three thousand years, I’ve granted countless wishes.
Wealth, power, vengeance, love... humans always ask for the same things.
But never once has anyone wished for my freedom.
” He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“You are unique among your kind, Waylon.”
“I’m just a plumber from Georgia,” I said, feeling slightly embarrassed by his reverence.
“You are far more than that,” he insisted. “You are kind in a world that rarely rewards kindness. You see beyond yourself. That is a rare quality in any realm.”
Before I could respond, he was kissing me again, his lips tender against mine. This kiss was different from our earlier ones, less desperate, more exploratory. When he finally pulled away, I felt oddly breathless despite the gentleness of the exchange.
“Rest now,” he murmured, waving his hand over my body. Instantly, I felt clean, the sweat and fluids vanishing from my skin. “The night is young, and if it goes well, I may be inclined to grant you another wish.”
“Another wish?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Didn’t you say you wanted connection? Something deep, meaningful, and fulfilling in all the right ways?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. That would be nice. But it’s just a dream, right? Who could possibly be all of that for one person?”
“Perhaps,” the Djinn said, kissing me once more. “You can let me try.”
My heart skipped a beat. Could he really mean that? Could this powerful, ancient being want more than just a night of incredible sex? The idea was both terrifying and thrilling.
“You want to... be with me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Azir’s fingers traced the line of my jaw, his touch gentle yet electric. “Is that so hard to believe? You freed me, Waylon. You asked for nothing in return. Do you know how rare that kind of selflessness is?”
I swallowed hard. “But you’re... well, you’re you. And I’m just—“
“If you say ‘just a plumber from Georgia’ again, I may have to silence you with another kiss,” he warned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You are so much more than your profession or your origins. And you deserve happiness, even if you don’t believe it just yet.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That doesn’t sound like much of a threat.”
“It wasn’t meant to be,” he replied, leaning down to press his lips against mine once more.
As we kissed, I felt something shift between us. This wasn’t just physical anymore. There was a connection forming, something deeper and more profound than I’d ever experienced before.
When we broke apart, I stared up at his beautiful blue face, trying to process everything that had happened. “So what now? I mean, you’re free. You can go anywhere, do anything. Why would you want to stay with me?”
Azir’s expression turned thoughtful. “For three thousand years, I’ve been bound to serve others.
I’ve witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations, watched empires crumble to dust. I’ve granted wishes that brought joy and wishes that brought ruin.
” His hand found mine, our fingers intertwining.
“But in all that time, no one has ever seen me as more than a means to an end. Until you.”
“I really didn’t understand what you were when I made that wish,” I admitted.
“Exactly,” he nodded. “You wished for my freedom simply because it was right. Not because you wanted something from me. That’s why I want to stay, Waylon. Because with you, for the first time in millennia, I feel like I could be more than just a magical servant. I could be... a person.”
The vulnerability in his voice tugged at something deep inside me. This powerful being, who could probably level cities with a thought, was laying his heart bare before me.
“I’d like that,” I said softly. “But I should warn you, I’m not great at relationships. Never really had one that lasted.”
Azir’s lips curved into a smile. “Neither have I. Perhaps we can learn together.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “A djinn and a plumber. Sounds like the start of a bad joke.”
“Or a great adventure,” he countered, his eyes gleaming.
I yawned suddenly, the events of the day finally catching up with me despite the wonder of this moment.
“Rest now,” Azir smiled, pulling me close against him. “And when you wake, we’ll start our new life together.”
The thought should’ve frightened me, should’ve made me pause. Instead, all I felt was warmth and anticipation. Maybe having a Djinn for a boyfriend was exactly what I’d always needed.
Somehow, I’d gotten two wishes for the price of one.
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