A certain woman comes strolling along, the faint scent of magic tinged with fire lingering on her, smoking from her fingers. The Sultan of Pride was an avid collector of all sorts of things, wards among them, but he really didn't have the faintest clue how to use them. 

And... 

There.

She smiles, picking out a slim pen from her pants, scribing a little seal to modulate the power of the spirit within (no twisted wishes for her, whatever the spirit's temperment), and unleash the potential of the whole network of 'em. Clever things - sappers of the potential of the more normal times that would come without a wish, and of the drive to create the fruits, all networked together invisibly to aid in his final ascension. 

Hers now~

She rub rub rubs her fingers along the cap, and steps back, watching up with a smile on her face. 

Smoke billows up from the mouth of the bottle, pushing the cork aside, before coalescing into a curvaceous, dusky-skinned woman with dark curls rolling down her shoulders, faint hints of fire burning within her hair and eyes. Her attire is wispy, diaphanous swirls of fabric, accentuating her body more than concealing any of it.

She floats imperiously, glaring down at her summoner.

"I rise and attend, oh Sult—"

And then she realizes that the person who rubbed her bottle was not the Sultan of Pride.

"—Oh. This is quite the change. Who might you be, new mistress?"

I wave cheekily, staring shamelessly up at her tits - the dew does wonders for accentuating the flush of her skin and the swell of her chest. 

To her senses, she feels like a contradiction - a clever street mage of no real importance, deft and skilled, sure, but far from truly powerful, but she has a cloud of destiny and fate big enough that if she didn't know any better, she'd think that she was a walking universe. 

"I'm Ruby, and you are...?"

She bows sweepingly, floating in midair before the bottle, her breasts swaying with the motion.

"I am Maya, the Genie of the Burnt Sands, bound to grant three wishes to the keeper of my bottle."

To Ruby's senses, Maya appears to flicker, thunderous power one instant, the barest of caged ghosts the next.

I grin, breathlessly anticipatory, stretching out my shoulders back and forth slowly and a touch sensually. 

I intone, low and hushed.

“Oh spirit of the lamp, with all your power…” 

I flush, sigh, and smile, looking around as if expecting something to come out of the woodwork at the last moment.

“Make me a singularity of sex appeal, a perfect body with beauty beyond bounds, resplendent and regal beyond reckoning, erotic without end, and curves beyond compare; with a voice sweeter then any angels and huskier then any devils, a superior cock supreme over the dreams of size, strength and virility, long and lustrous hair more brilliant then any star, transcendently tantalizing yet brazen bountiful mouthwateringly massive tits, lavishly luscious lips and muscles more sculpted then any statue; A body worthy of all the awe, adulation and admiration in the world, in the model of my mind and soul, with every facet of my form encoding the perfect seduction and introduction to all my virtues.”

My eyebrows wiggle a little, a gloat growing in my voice as the wish goes on and on. 

“So wishes Ruby, master of the lamp!” 

I clap my hands together soundly. 

An imperious and solemn frown crosses her face, her power gathering about her in a corona of magic. Her voice resonates through the room, filling the air with her husky but commanding declaration.

"So is has been wished; so it shall be done."

The gathering power rushes forth, swirling about Ruby in a fierce whirlwind, sparks and flashes storming through the clouds. All sound is drowned out by the winds blowing through the secret chamber, tearing at the walls, scouring the floor with blasts of magic, before suddenly it falls silent in an instant, every wisp of energy pulling close and sinking into Ruby's body. It feels like she has bridged a high-voltage cable with her own body, like she drank a gallon of lit naphtha that somehow still burned the whole way down. Every fiber of her being is electric, her muscles spasming and limbs shaking with the force of the change.

Every inch of her body is reforged, strong calves building up to thighs that could crush a skull and hips curvy-enough to make a person's mouth water. At the apex of those thighs rests a truly massive bulge, the sort of cock mortal women wish they could take without magical assistance. Her waist is strong, fit, sculpted with chiseled abs and tight athleticism, rising up to a bust more bountiful than should be possible while remaining this pert and proud. Above that, her shoulders and arms are fit and strong, a visual feast of strength and definition, able to lift boulders with the greatest of ease. Plush and sensuous lips complete the picture, and above them fierce and intelligent eyes showcasing all the power and insight of this daring young woman.

Eventually the power dies down, though some of it lingers about Ruby's form like a mantle, announcing and proclaiming her beauty, might, and virtue to the eye.

She groans, husky and throaty, deep and drawn out, thrumming through her body. 

"Ahhhhhhh...~" 

She moans, greedy and warm and silky, liquid sex dripping out of her gorgeous glistening lips. 

"Good girl." 

Her hands slide up her chest, wrapping around the massive milky mass, making them flow more beautifully then any river or twist of magic. 

"Howd'ya like it~?" 

Her hips shimmy back and forth, her immense cock throbbing up in the air with every twist and turn of her body, a predatory glint in her eyes. 

A faint, blush darkens Maya's cheeks as she looks Ruby up and down, her eyes lingering on Ruby's pulsing cock, and especially the ferocity in her eyes.

"Truly, Mistress, your beauty is a masterwork for the ages," she breathes, a curl of smoke escaping her lips.

Her hands - her beautiful, beautiful hands rub together softly, skin lush with vitality, perfectly deft and dextrous fingers playing with each other for a moment before she remembers herself, smiling up at her half-bashfully, half cat-that-caught the canary. 

"Well...~" 

She rolls the sound on her lips, her chest rising and falling pendulously, perfectly with every breath and sigh. 

"Let's make it so that the world can appreciate it properly, then." 

Her hands tease down at the thickness rearing up in her shorts, every inch rendered in agonizing awe-inspiring detail by her overstuffed clothes. 

"Make it so that that all women are built to worship me, and all reality built to accommodate that love. Make them built to exalt me, to praise me, to enjoy me, to love me, to submit to me. Make their tits excel at pleasuring me, and be pleasured by me and give them a drive to get those breasts of theirs fucked, and to fuck mine in turn. Make them crave submission to me, and adoration to me, like they crave food and water and air. Make every bit of my body, my appearance, my soul and my mind orgasmic catnip to them (especially my tits), to capture their hearts and minds. Make all magic bend to let me break their minds with every pleasure I've ever dreamed. Make every bit of worship at least as pleasurable for them, as it is for me. And of course, give me the time to Take. Them. All."

She huffs out the last sentence, and just slowly glides the heel of her hand along her bulge, back and forth, almost masturbating to her vision.

"So wishes Ruby, mistress of the lamp."

Her flush deepens as she hears the breadth of her Misstress's wish. Letting the full scope of it fill her mind, the genie intones, "So is has been wished; so it shall be done."

The storm of power builds and thrums once more, raging in the confinement of the secret room, the winds howling louder and louder, the flashes of light bright enough to white out all vision. When the magic finally builds high enough, completely saturating the room with power, it bursts from the room, pouring through the walls and door and ceiling and floor, rushing in every direction to envelop every woman in the world. 

Maya gazes wantonly at Ruby, the magic even affecting her to an extent. More smoke curls from her lips with the heat building within her.

She smiles warmly. 

"You're still insulated from the wish then, aren't you? Can't be having that." 

She smirks, and clicks her tongue. 

"I wish for you to incarnate before me in your preferred form, unbound from the lamp, and fully affected by my wishes in the way any mortal woman would be." 

Maya gasps. In all her millennia, none have ever wished to free her from her bottle. 

She musters the requisite poise for a third time, and booms out into the room, "So is has been wished; so it shall be done."

The bottle cracks, a jagged line running through the glass from the mouth to the base, spiraling around the bottle like whirling lightning. The crack spreads, and then the bottle shatters.

The shards lift into the air, swirling around Maya's body as light shines out from within her.

The glass begins to melt, molten streamers leaving long trails that loop around her, before plunging into her chest and vanishing. The light shining within her becomes blinding, before she finally stands on her own feet before Ruby.

Her wavy hair, previously confined to only embers, now has bold coals burning within it. Her eyes glow a fiery orange, and she stands taller than before, her curves fuller and bouncier.

She steps forward and kneels.

"Thank you, Mistress."

My hand slips to her cheek as my shorts slip off into the ether, leaving nothing hidden of her perfect and plenty aroused body but the bounty of her tits.

The moment my fingertips land atop her skin, there's a soft relaxed clicking feeling, a satisfying shiver down her spine as she feels tender touch of her Mistress.

Her cock rears up, vast and pulsing and pounding, foreskin slick with sweat, giant godly crown peaking out of the fold, sublime smell wafting into the air. There's something magestic about, something mythical, that makes the sight of it feel like a sweet reward of a sublime struggle. 

"You're welcome, Maya." 

There's something rich and regal about the drawl of her voice she can hear now, something that turns the sultry slide of her voice into not just liquid sex but molten mesmerizing tide of sensual bliss.

Maya sighs heatedly and leans her head into her Mistress's touch, savoring the gentle contact, the powerful scent and sight, and the sound of Ruby's voice. Something about the experience sets her whole body thrumming, fierce heat throbbing through her at the mere chance to kneel before Ruby and feel her caress.

"Oh," she murmurs. "This is lovely."

She licks her lips unconsciously, eyes locked on her Mistress's pulsing dick.

She lets out a deep gloating sigh as her fingers slide along her cheeks, tracing up along her hair, nails so sweet as they sink into her scalp, and swill through her gleaming coals. They shimmer and shudder at the touch of her Mistress, cascading back with an electric tingle at the tender touch. Her lips part soundlessly, transcendentally transfixed at the warmth of her adoration, before letting her hands slide down just enough to weave her into the strands of silk so delicately draped along her shoulders, fingertips and fingernails flitting along them fondly to excite the eager skin beneath. 

She leans in reflexively, arching down to stare down at her flushed face, hips swaying and sliding just close enough that she can nearly taste the bead of precum welling up on her tip. 

"Show me just how lovely it is, Maya."

Maya leans closer, her tongue lolling out of her mouth softly as she ducks her head down to reach the base of her mistress's cock. Slowly, oh so slowly, she laps rapturously along the underside of the thick shaft, tongue dragging blissfully along Ruby's length until she reaches the head, her tongue slurping up and across, lapping up the droplet of precum.

She shudders at the taste, sighing heatedly, smoke billowing out of the sides of her mouth as a dreamy expression crosses her face.

"Oh Mistress."

Her hot hefty cock glistens gorgeously, shining with her sweet need, glans gliding so enticingly against her twining tongue. It feels titanic at the touch, like a world of wondrous warmth is just waiting to be unleashed. 

She groans out with breathless anticipation as her thumb slides along the base of her luscious lip, the crown of her cock spilling so sweetly against her palate for a moment, before her hips shift it just a bit away. 

"Kiss."

She presses forward and wetly kisses the tip of the immense cock, a needy sigh spilling from her lips at the sensation. Such a divine implement for claiming the women of the world, and so privileged is she to be the first.

She gazes adoringly up at her Mistress.

"Good girl."

Her nails trail just behind her ears, sliding smoothly past her curls, expertly sliding stroking teasing her nails back and forth as the tip of her cock sinks past her supple lips, bending them back with her girth and pressing open her jaw.  

"Don't be afraid to use your hands too, dove."

She spreads her lips obligingly, wrapping her mouth around the enormous girth of her Mistress's dick. Her hands slip up as well, each only partially wrapping around the shaft, and strokes them back and forth along the length.

She strokes worshipfully, savoring the opportunity to touch Ruby's cock so fully, as her head begins to bob back and forth around the head, slurping wetly and swirling her tongue.

"Ahhh there we go." 

Her hips rock into her, shimmy-sliding-pumping her hips into her gorgeously gaping mouth, her rod pulsing with every pump into her beautiful face, each stroke slathering her sweat against her reverentially stroking hands, each touch varying the feeling of the stroke so wonderfully as her mouth fills with her taste and her thickness alike. She humps, a heady growl slipping under her breath with each purposeful thump into her mouthpussy, driving her dick yet deeper inside.

"Good bitch." 

Maya gasps, throat fluidly stretching around her Mistress's cock with a wet gllk. The heady musk of Ruby's body fills her senses, each bobbing stroke of her head blissful and adoring.

Her throat contracts tightly around the thick crown, neck bulging with the girth of it.

Her left hand slides down from the shaft to caress her Mistress's balls, heavy in her hand.

She slows, a little, deep heaving breaths flowing out as she stays planted deep inside, cock slowly spilling out her powerful seed down her throat. Even beyond the incredible taste, she can taste the potency, the flowing flickering wishmagic that makes her beyond virile, that makes every drip and drab and drop of it ambrosial and oversensitizing, that makes every tender breath carrying it's scent a wistful warm agony as her sack swells. 

Her eyes roll back in her head, overwhelmed with the sensation of power, of metaphysically-justified dominance that thrums through her through her throat and her tongue and her mouth. The taste is overpowering, intoxicating, filling her mind with more bliss than she knew she could contain.

She should be whiting out, mind shutting down from the pleasure, but she remains present, lucid, every ounce of her attention captivated by the veiny member throbbing in her throat. Ruby's cock is thicker than her arm, it should not be possible for her to safely take this penetration, yet her throat stretches obscenely around the thickness.

Because she rewrote the world for her Mistress. Because in this reshaped reality, it is right that all things should bend to Ruby's pleasure, including the limits of biology and sensation.

Maya strokes and teases the full, musky, pulsing sack in her hand, dense with her Goddess's seed. She bobs and sucks, tongue swirling and slurping worshipfully around the hotly twitching shaft that fills her mouth, nose buried again and again against Ruby's mound. She swallows adoringly, hungrily, savoring every moment of the powerful feeling.

She moans as her thrust redouble in fury, manifest might impressing itself onto the world and the contours of her supple overstuffed throat, tears of transcendent joy streaking down her hollowed cheeks. Every tiny bump and smooth glide alike sends a furious rush of purpose and enthralling enamouring detail straight into her soul and sex alike.  Her skull creaks with the force of her fertile cock, the sound forming a viscerally satisfying symphony with her grunts and groans and the gushing of her liquid need down her throat, every little twist and luridly lathered inch of her tongue glowing with satisfaction, her fingers relaxing, splaying, sliding, stretching so deferentially against the wonderful wonderful texture of her scrotum. She can even taste the moment where everything hits it's peak, where her sex has finally filled out to it's final form inside her, her nuts so ripe and hot against her hands, an ever waxing tide of the victory of her virility washing over her - 

It feels better then any addiction - there's nothing to fight the flames of her passion, no sensation or drive that exists apart from the almost shortcircuiting servile pleasure through simple surity of Her Command, or other needs to fulfill except her Mistresses'. Every word, every sensation of her is bliss beyond accounting, fantastic beyond fathoming, but the want, the pressure to seek them out exists only in it's satiation, its culmination and the glory of her surpassing perfection, the battering of reality as it confesses just how much better She is. 

Something deep within her relaxes, and she feels a fervent rush of desire. Her cunt clenches, hips parting as she feels her slick folds tremble with her lust. Her breasts glow with a lavicious warmth that sinks deep into the supple skin and firm fat alike, shivering with enhanced sensitivity and a tide of tender touchneed and a soothing centrality, her nipples hardening to diamond at Her divinity. Even her nose sings at her scent and her throat ripples, jolts of unthinkable pleasure pressing you inevitably towards orgasm.