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For the first time in over a thousand years, light crept around the corner and down the ancient staircase. Panning her torch slowly around the wide hallway, eminent archaeologist and Tomb Raiding person, Lara Croft cautiously advanced. After briefly eyeballing the steps, she began descending them, heading towards a cobweb-covered wall at their base. As she came to the wall, she continued to direct her torchlight on it, while gently brushing the cobwebs away with her free hand, her parched but still-luscious lips slightly parted in an expression of the awe for what she beheld.

"Magnificent!" she whispered to herself, as she admired the ornate carvings of elephants and camels, hauling stone blocks and carrying wooden logs. It appeared to be a depiction of the complex's construction. Lara shone her torch down the hallway. The passage appeared to continue for another hundred feet, before making a forty-five degree turn. Similarly engraved designs appeared to decorate both walls up to that point. Lara took two steps back, and took a photo of the wall with her heavy-duty digital camera. Being born into a wealthy British family ensured that Lara was never in want of the best equipment on her expeditions. As she removed her torch from the storage pocket on her belt and replaced it with her camera, Lara turned to face down the hall again. "Can't stand here all day admiring the work of the 9th century Persian engraver," she thought to herself.

Her real prize lay in wait further ahead, assuming her research was accurate. After cautiously making her way to the turn she discovered that this next section of the passage proceeded perhaps fifteen feet before opening up into a huge circular chamber. As Lara advanced, she was surprised to discover that the chamber was quite well lit, due to a small opening in one wall that allowed the light to pour in. Basking in the sunlight, in the very center of the chamber, was an ordinary-looking stone pedestal, perhaps four feet in height. Lara let out a gasp of utter disbelief. On top of the pedestal was...

Lara's attention was immediately drawn away by the sensation of the tile under her left foot sinking slightly under her weight. "Oh Blast!" she cursed as she quickly went into a forward roll, looking back just in time to see two massive wooden battering rams, suspended from the ceiling, collide at the point where she had been standing a split second ago. The ground shook and dust fell from the ceiling as the sound of the rams pounding together reverberated around the chamber. Lara looked on at the motionless boobytrap for a second, half catching her breath, half chastising herself for being so careless, before she began to hear the sounds of machinery going to work within the walls. A second later and the rams began to slowly swing back up towards the roof. "Resetting themselves for their next victim," Lara thought. "Or me, if I don't watch my step on the way out."

Lara stood back up, and turned back towards the pedestal. Being extra careful where she stepped, she approached the pedestal, and the treasure on top of it. She could scarcely believe what she was looking at. It was no more than three months ago that an archaeological team that she was with had stumbled upon the tomb of an ancient Persian noble and his princess bride. To the amazement of all present, writings in the tomb identified it as belonging to an Hal'hadin, or Alladin. Lara's colleagues scoffed at her when the discovery prompted her to suggest that perhaps there might be some truth to the ancient myth about a poor boy who was able to win a beloved princess, with the help of a genie. She began to do more research on the subject, which ultimately lead her here. Although, even Lara thought that it was unlikely that the myth held much truth.

But now... could it really have been true? Could she really be looking at the fabled Alladin's lamp? As Lara reached the pedestal, she carefully scrutinised it. Her expertise told her that the pedestal was too mundane to contain any elaborate boobytraps. It should be safe to pick up the lamp. Treating it with every care that an artefact of its age deserved, Lara lifted the brass lamp from its resting place. The lamp looked just like any other oil lamp of the time, rather like an elongated tea-pot, with a removable lid, a handle, and a spout opposite. She noticed that on one side the lamp was indented with a shape that looked somewhat like an isosceles triangle, pointing down, with circles on it's two identical sides.

Lara could not resist the temptation. She very gently began to rub the side of the lamp. Lara thought she must've been seeing things when the lamp's color seemed to lighten. She moved out of the sunlight, back into the shadows, and sure enough, the lamp was glowing dimly. Lara also became aware of a faint high-pitched whistle that seemed to be coming from the lamp, getting louder and louder. All of a sudden there was a blinding flash. Lara couldn't see a thing! She was certain she must've dropped the lamp, although strangely, she never heard it hit the ground. It was a few seconds before Lara's vision returned to her. Even then it was quite blurred, but it was clear enough for her to realise that she was no longer in the lamp chamber. Not being able to see the ground well enough to ascertain its safety, she stood perfectly still until her eyesight was back to normal. When her vision did recover completely, what she saw utterly mystified her.

She was still in a chamber, equally as big as the one she was just in, but nowhere near as empty. The room was once again circular, with a domed roof. In the center of the chamber was a large wooden table, ancient Mesopotamian by design, but it looked brand new. On the opposite side, there was a matching chair, and in front of it a single place set for dinner. Off towards the wall in one direction was a beautiful circular bed, with transparent pink veils flowing down from the canopy above the very soft looking mattress, upon which rested several silky-looking cushions. Beside it on either side were two small wooden tables, and off to one side, a full-length mirror. Built into the wall, at equal distances were four ornate fountains. Three wooden bookshelves, two stocking papyrus scrolls, one half-stocked with books, all of which showed no signs of age, stood against the wall, almost directly opposite the bed. Beside them stood another table and chair, with an open book and ancient writing brushes and ink jars. Several more scrolls were scattered haphazardly on the floor around it.

Incredibly,lara noticed, the room was completely well lit, despite there being no discernible source of light. Even more incredibly, though, was that she could not seem to find the way she got in, or for that matter, how she was going to get out. "Best not to panic," she thought. "I've been in much tighter scrapes than this."

Lara looked up, and noticed that the majority of the domed ceiling was taken up with an exquisite mural, of what looked like a slave girl bowing before a throned queen. "Quite lovely, but no way out there," Lara thought. As she ran her focus along the floor she noticed it consisted entirely of a pattern made up of large ebony squares, separated by what looked to be strips of cedar, lacquered to a glossy finish, throughout. It was then that she noticed that her possessions, her torch, her wristwatch, her camera, her backpack and her two pistols were all lying on the ground around her... Her Feet! Those sure as hell weren't her climbing boots on her feet! They looked more like slippers. And her tatty shorts had been replaced with... were those pink silk pants? Frantically Lara ran towards the mirror. "You must be joking," Lara said aloud, with an obvious lack of amusement.

She was dressed, head-to-toe in a traditional harem costume. A long transparent pink veil trailed over her hair, which was now bound in a waterfall-ponytail with a solid gold clasp on top of her head. A similar veil flowed behind her back and over her smooth creamy shoulders. Each of her wrists now had 3 gold bangles on them. A silky pink top covered her upper torso. Supported from inch-wide straps, it was tight enough to properly accentuate Lara's already attractive bust, without being uncomfortable. It was low-cut enough to display just the right amount of cleavage. Below her bare midriff were the silken pants, which Lara had hoped were just a hallucination, hanging loosely around her legs.

Lara stood dumbfounded in front of the mirror for a few seconds, a look of utter dread upon her face. When the shock had subsided enough for something resembling rational thought to form within her mind, Lara decided that she needed to get out of this place, now! Before anything even more bizarre happened to her. She returned to the spot where her possessions were scattered. Throwing everything loose into her backpack, she got up and began circling the room. The walls were entirely made of shiny orange quartz, except for a dull grey sandstone section over on the other side of the room, that looked like it had writing on it. "It must be the exit... Or at least a clue to exiting," thought Lara, as she ran towards it.

The script was a dialect of ancient Mesopotamian from millennia before the birth of Christ. Historically and geographically miles away from the time and place of the 'Alladin' myth. "It doesn't matter," Clara thought to herself. "It's still a language I'm fluent in, and that's good enough for me."

"Beauty and birthright you may have been given, but this door opens for neither," Lara read aloud. "I shall not bow to you before you bow to me. For common blood you would serve times three, but for me your service shall be unending."

Lara noticed that in the middle of the wall section a shape was carved that was identical to the indentation in the lamp. "This door..." she repeated, "This door..." This had to be the way out.Lara pushed two fingers into the engraved shape, no luck. She tried pushing against the entire sandstone section, with two hands at first, then with her entire body, putting her full weight into it. Desperation was starting to overtake logic as the dominant force in her mind, and she walked away from the wall, only to turn around and shoulder barge it. She dislocated her shoulder and banged her head against the wall on impact, which, of course, did not budge an inch.Lara slowly slid down against the wall, until she was sitting on the ground with a sore shoulder and a massive headache. "Lara, you stupid git, DO NOT try that again!" she said to herself aloud. It was only a few seconds before the pain in her head miraculously faded into obscurity. The pain in her shoulder also subsided, giving way to a strange tingling sensation. Then something really miraculous happened. Without any effort on her part, her upper arm moved and popped itself back in her shoulder socket. The tingling disappeared, and Lara waved her arm around, as if to make sure that she still had control over it.

Lara now realised that despite the disturbing nature of the situation, she was going to need to be patient and think this one through. As her gaze wandered aimlessly around the chamber, she noticed, once again, the books and scrolls on the shelves. Perhaps the key to getting out lay in one of them.

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Lara learned, all too late, the terrible inaccuracies in the legend of Alladin. Contrary to the story, the genie of the lamp did not help Alladin win the heart of a princess with whom he'd fallen in love. The genie was the princess with whom he'd fallen in love. The lamp itself was no mere storage vessel for the enchanted being, it was an ingenious trap designed to ensnare a victim, and then force them into magical servitude for anyone who subsequently rubbed the lamp.

Hour after hour, Lara read through the ancient documents, first the scrolls, and then on to the books. Shifting between the 'writing desk', the main table and the bed, and occasionally back to the shelves when she'd finished another volume, Lara remained engrossed in what she was reading. Altogether, the volumes made up a journal of the lamp's last inhabitant, Zhiasa, written in her native dialect. Zhiasa was born crown princess of a wealthy kingdom in ancient Mesopotamia. Princess Zhiasa was much loved by her father, but apparently not so by her younger sister, princess Tukanni. It seemed that Tukanni was quite jealous of the attention that their father paid Zhiasa, as well as her inevitable ascension to the throne. It also seemed that Tukanni had secretly managed to become quite adept at the black arts. On the morning of her 22nd birthday, Zhiasa awoke to find a brand new oil lamp at the foot of her bed. It didn't look very expensive, so it probably wasn't a gift from any member of the royal family.

"Perhaps a gift from an anonymous servant," Zhiasa thought at the time. As she examined the lamp, she found a single greasy spot tarnishing its otherwise shiny surface. Naturally she rubbed it off.

"Three guesses at where this is going..."Lara said to herself sarcastically as she continued to translate the ancient Mesopotamian script.

Moments later Zhiasa found herself in the very chamber that Lara was now trapped in. Although Zhiasa's initial account described the room as being completely bare, save for the section of wall with the taunting message. After several confusing and frightening hours alone in the large room, Zhiasa found herself dissolving (as best Lara could translate it) into Tukanni's presence in her sister's private bedchamber. Frantically Zhiasa tried to explain the situation to her sister, and beg for her help, but it wasn't long before Tukanni's amused smirk revealed to Zhiasa that her sister was somehow involved in her dilemma.

What ensued was a bitter exchange, in which Tukanni revealed that she had enchanted the lamp, and used it to set the trap that Zhiasa had fallen into.

"Why would you do such a thing?" an exasperated Zhiasa asked.

"All my life I have watched you receive however much of father's attention you wish, while I have had to scrounge whatever scraps were left, like a common hungry peasant. Well from now on, dear sister, I shall feast on my father's love!" was Tukanni's embittered, yet boastful reply.

"Father? You did this because of Father? He shall not let you continue this twisted game! He shall make you release me!" Zhiasa responded.

Tukanni chuckled, "My dear sister, how do you expect he will force me to do anything if he does not know that I have imprisoned you?"

Tukanni removed an amulet from around her neck that she always wore and placed it within the indentation on the lamp, where it fit snugly. Both items shimmered briefly as they came into contact. Obviously, Tukanni's amulet was part of the enchantment too, Zhiasa thought. Then Tukanni spoke in a commanding tone, "It is my order that you shall never allow yourself to be seen by father. Furthermore, I order you to never allow yourself to be seen by any of the palace servants or guards." Zhiasa cringed as an internal voice told her that she must not disobey her master's commands. After several more minutes of taunting, Tukanni dismissed Zhiasa back into the lamp until she was resummoned.

The scrolls then went on to describe Tukanni's amulet in more detail. A gift from their deceased mother, it was a jewel-encrusted charm in the shape of a lotus with two buds. "The symbol of royalty among ancient Mesopotamian cultures..." Lara thought. Zhiasa continued on, discussing how doubly upsetting it was that her sister had used a gift from their mother in this horrid plan to divide their family. She then wrote about how she'd learned, from various remarks her sister made during the first few years of her enslavement, what part the amulet played in this whole ordeal. It seemed that the spell Tukanni used to enchant the lamp only required its captive to obey three commands per master. When the amulet was placed against the lamp, however, the lamp didn't keep count of how many wishes the owner had made, thereby granting the owner infinite wishes, in theory. Zhiasa then went on to speculate that the amulet might also fit within the shape carved in the sandstone section of the wall of her lamp chamber, and might therefore be the key to her freedom.

During these early years of her imprisonment, Zhiasa also learned about the magical powers that the lamp had bestowed upon her, mainly by granting the incredible wishes her sister made. But she also discovered that she had ceased aging, and she assumed, therefore, that she had become immortal. In addition, she realised that she could use her vast powers to her own ends, so long as she didn't disobey any of Tukanni's orders. Zhiasa conjured furnishings in her prison to make herself more comfortable, and to overcome her boredom, she conjured writing implements and began keeping a journal.

Lara realised the implications of this, and decided to see if she had received similar powers. As she sat up in the bed, Lara concentrated on making a hi-fi appear against the wall nearby, waving her fingers theatrically in that direction. In a poof of smoke, an expensive looking hi-fi set-up, complete with speakers, appeared in the location Lara designated and immediately began playing some well orchestrated Bach. "Splendid," Lara smiled, pleased with the success of her first attempt at magic. She leaned over, trying to get a look at the rear of the appliance. "Ah, I see I got the model with no power cord... that ought to pay for itself when the electric bills arrive," she said as she returned to the scroll she'd been reading, this time with some pleasant background music.

The next section of Zhiasa's journal went on to describe Tukanni's cruelty, and Zhiasa's growing hatred for her captor. Zhiasa began to wish her sister dead, but could not act on her desires, as Tukanni had added a safeguard to the entrapment spell that forbade Zhiasa from ever killing or even harming another person. On one occasion Zhiasa tried to rip the enchanted amulet from around her sister's neck before Tukanni could react. Upon touching the amulet, Zhiasa was flung across the room, by a burst of magical energy. Dazed, Zhiasa heard her sister howling with laughter.

"You fool, Zhiasa!" she taunted. "A genie can not steal from its master!"

Six years after she fell into Tukanni's trap, Zhiasa became instrumental in Tukanni's marriage to a handsome prince from another kingdom. Tukanni had to compete against many other princesses who wished to marry the prince. Against her will, Zhiasa cast spells of lust on all of Tukanni's rivals. Within months, all of the other princesses fell pregnant with children fathered by common palace servants, making them unacceptable fiances for the prince, and severely embarrassing several royal families. The next few scrolls continued describing the immoral deeds that Zhiasa was forced to do over the following years.

Then Zhiasa wrote about the worst day of her enslavement. As their father lay on his deathbed, Tukanni sat by her father's side holding his hand. Zhiasa sat on his opposite side, but because of Tukanni's first order, she was invisible to him. She tried to hold his hand, but hers passed through his as if she was made of thin air. With his dying breath, the old emperor said tearfully, "Oh my dear daughter Zhiasa! How I wish I knew what became of you! If only I could've seen your face one final time..." As the emperor passed on, Tukanni stared at her sister, her eyes burning with rage. Even after all these years, she had still not been able to topple her sister's position as their father's favourite. Showing no sympathy for Zhiasa's heartbreak, Tukanni ordered her to return to the lamp and sit in a vat of boiling oil until she was next summoned. It was ten months before Tukanni needed Zhiasa's services

Tukanni's reign as queen was a bloody one. She invaded and conquered many neighbouring kingdoms, always using Zhiasa to assure victory. The evil queen seemed unstoppable, until she was murdered by her husband, when she discovered his adultery. So began Zhiasa's journey of bouncing from master to master, it began with the palace chamberlain who accidentally discovered the power invested in a lamp belonging to a long-dead queen. But since none of them possessed the magical amulet, they only received three wishes a piece before Zhiasa returned to her chamber within the lamp. Most of the wishes became terribly predictable. Money, power, the ability to seduce any member of the opposite (or on occasion, the same) sex. Occasionally she would grant a master immortality.

Lara continued through the final scrolls that recounted how the lamp travelled through the millennia from the hands of palace staff to thieves and antique dealers. During these years, Zhiasa learned some of the more obscure rules of her imprisonment. For example a new master could not take control of her until her current master had had his or her three wishes granted (or died). It also became apparent the she could fall asleep for decades, if she chose to, so long as nobody rubbed her lamp.

Zhiasa was also greatly relieved to discover that no master could compel her to unwillingly give away her body. Sex held a great deal of magical and spiritual significance to ancient cultures, and apparently not even Tukanni's magics were powerful enough to turn Zhiasa into a full-blown sex slave. That being said, Zhiasa had no reason to believe she could not take a lover of her own volition. She was very grateful for this aspect of her enslavement, as many masters had lusted after her in harem outfit and tried to take advantage of her.

By the time of Christ, Zhiasa had discovered that man had invented books. This became a handy new way to keep her journal. In what Lara worked out was the second century AD, Zhiasa's lamp came into the possession of a neurotic Persian sultan. Having made his first two wishes, for an army ten thousand men strong, and the unwavering love of all his subjects, the sultan became relentless in asking Zhiasa about ways he could ensure that she would not fall into the hands of his enemies once his third wish was granted. Zhiasa was unable to give the sultan an answer that seemed to satisfy him. Eventually he made his third wish, for a hundred beautiful wives, and Zhiasa was drawn back into the lamp, oblivious to what the sultan then did with it. It was six hundred years later when she discovered that he'd hidden it deep within a cave.

Her next master was a skinny young man. He was dirty and dressed in tattered clothing, but Zhiasa could tell that there was a handsome face under the grime. He had stumbled upon the lamp quite by accident. Zhiasa would later learn that this young man was a poor street urchin from a nearby city. Forced to steal to survive, he had become an extremely adept thief, which had recently caused the city guards to become more interested in him than he would've liked. He decided to hide out in a cave in the mountains just outside the city until the heat blew over. With little else to do to amuse himself, he decided one day to explore the depths of the cavern, and naturally, discovered the lamp.

Zhiasa wasn't surprised by her master's first two wishes: A grand palace (although the young man didn't specify it coming with servants, Zhiasa generously included them in the wish), and vast riches. It also didn't come as a surprise to Zhiasa that, after hastily making his first two wishes, the young man decided to put a great deal of thought into what his third and final wish should be. So many previous masters had done exactly the same. For several weeks the young man basked in the luxurious palace lifestyle that he'd spent his whole life dreaming of. He paid Zhiasa little attention, but he allowed her to roam the palace freely. Zhiasa was grateful to not be cooped up in the lamp all the time, and she couldn't help but admire her own handiwork - it really was a beautiful palace.

Then her master began to take interest in her again. In the privacy of his large personal chamber they would talk. At first he questioned her about the capabilities and limitations of her powers. But then things changed, it started with him complimenting her on the wonderful palace she'd made for him, something she was unaccustomed to. Then they began to talk about themselves. He would talk about his harsh life growing up as an orphan on the streets, and about how he would always dream of living in a palace one day. She would talk about her own past, about happier days when she had a family, before her sister had shown her true colors. Eventually, she would also talk about the circumstances of her enslavement and what happened thereafter. Zhiasa often found it hard to talk about, and many times she reached a point where she didn't want to continue discussing it. But her master never pressured her, and for that she was grateful.

Soon she began to realise that she was happiest when she was with her master, and tried to maximise the amount of time that she spent with him. Then one day he shocked her by asking her to call him Hal'hadin (a name that would be mis-translated over the next thousand years to 'Alladin', Clara thought to herself). Zhiasa could scarcely believe that her master had asked her to refer to him by his first name, like an equal. When she asked him why she had been granted this honour, her heart was greatly warmed to hear that it was because he considered her to be a friend.

Lara quickly thumbed through the next few pages of the journal, and it became clear to her that Zhiasa and Alladin didn't remain 'friends' for too long. The name Hal'hadin replaced the Mesopotamian word for 'master' for only a few pages of the journal before it in turn was replaced, with the Mesopotamian word meaning 'my love'. Lara skipped back a few pages to try and discover how things between Zhiasa and her master moved to the next level.

"I am in love!" the journal read. "Last night I was unable to contain the affection I've secretly held for my master and love any longer. I declared my love to him and he declared his to me! I am so happy!

"It all began as we strolled through the palace gardens in the moonlight together. We talked of many things, as we normally do, and then Hal'hadin began complimenting me, at first on my hair, and my eyes and my smile. Then he began to speak of how much he enjoyed my company. It was not my place, I know, but I could not contain my feelings any longer. I pulled him to me with my magic and began to kiss him on the lips passionately. Though I was elated by the thrill, I was also alarmed by my own audacity for but a moment, before I realised that my love had wrapped his arms around my back and was returning my kiss with equal passion. We kissed and embraced for but a brief while before my love suggested that we went to his personal chamber. I instantly transported us there, and it was there that we made love."

"Tsk, Giving it away at the tender age of eight thousand. Some women have no self-control," LLara chuckled to herself sarcastically as she continued to read.

"Once in the chamber, we began to kiss again. I wrapped my legs around my love and he carried me the short distance to the bed. Then he let me down, and I began to raise my arm, to cast a spell that would make my clothing disappear, but my love grabbed my hand and said, "No. Please, allow me..."

"I smiled and turned my back to him. I delighted in every sweet sensation as my love undressed me. As he unclasped and untied the various bonds that held the clothes to my body, one by one, he ran his gentle hands across my body. He slid one hand up along my waist to cup my breast. Later he moved his other hand down my waist and behind me, to squeeze one of my buttocks. Later again, his hand trailed slowly across the front of my waist, then dove down, over my silken pants, to caress the outside of my womanhood with but a single stroke, while one finger pushed but the slightest amount of the silken material into my outer lips. And all the while he continued to loosen my clothes and lay kisses on the nape of my neck. The suspense was at the same time wonderful and excruciating..."

Lara was amused, if a little shocked at how graphic this journal was becoming. "I suppose it was an event she wanted to save for posterity," she thought, "and she did the best she could in an age before camcorders." Lara also figured that Zhiasa never planned on anyone else being sucked into the lamp, and assumed that her private journals would remain just that: private. Clara continued to read the journal with an amused smirk. Despite the fact that she was alone, she subconsciously felt compelled to conceal the fact that she was getting aroused by the story, herself.

"For the first time I found myself becoming wet. Soon I felt the last straps securing my bustier become untied. I turned around and kissed my love on his lips, as he pulled the loose garment from my body, leaving my breasts exposed. Then our kiss broke, and my love began lay a trail of kisses down my neck and chest. Meanwhile, his hands, which had been gliding up and down my spine, travelled over my flesh to other areas, all the while pushing waves of pleasure in front of them. One hand settled into a circular pattern of caressing around my butt and hips. The other came around to knead and massage one of my breasts, in which a new level of pleasure was swiftly building."

Lara continued to read intently, unconsciously trailing two fingers up and down the side of the vee of her own sex.

"My other breast was also being attended to. My love had kissed his way from my sternum to my nipple. There he began to suckle on my breast, and trace circles around my nipple with his tongue. Occasionally he would stop doing this to nuzzle my breast with his entire face, while proclaiming how beautiful he found me. But his lips would soon be planted on my breast again. My nipple quickly grew incredibly hard. The delightful tingling that came whenever my love ran his tongue over it was so exciting. It caused a warmth to well in my breast that radiated throughout my entire body, and I could feel my womanhood becoming very moist."

Lara herself was beginning to feel slight signs of moistness, and her fingers were now tenderly stoking up and down her labia.

"I had never known delights like the ones my love was giving me at that time, but I knew that so much more laid just ahead. My love ceased his suckling and moved his hands to my hips. Then, while kissing my belly once or twice, he slowly removed my pants, dropping them around my feet and leaving me all but naked. I could smell my own arousal now. I never knew that arousal had a smell before. My love moved his face to my wet opening and breathed it in, moaning in apparent approval. And then... I can scarcely describe the ecstasy of his tongue sliding through my nether lips. When it glided across my nub, the greatest shockwave of raw pleasure shot through my entire body, and made me cry out. I think I had my first orgasm right there!"

"In that case, congratulations are in order," Lara thought to herself silently. Still holding the journal with her right hand, she moved her left up her mons to slide inside her pants, which were now damp with her sweet juices. Once inside, her fingers resumed their task. Even though the pants were only a thin layer of silk, the caresses to Lara's snatch were all the more satisfying without them in the way.

"I lost control of my body and magical powers for but a moment. When the sensation subsided, I pushed my love down on to the mattress with a gentle wave of invisible magical energy. He did not resist. Then I climbed on top of him and kissed him passionately on the lips. I rested my hips against his and I could feel his rod straining to break free of his garments, beneath my womanhood."

Lara slid a single finger just inside her slit. As two other fingers continued to stroke the erogenous areas around her opening, this third one began to spread her juices around and spur the arousal on from inside, gently brushing against her clit again and again. Clara began to moan, quietly.

"I yearned to couple with him, but not as much as I yearned to please him. He is still my master, and I am still his slave. And I knew that our mutual pleasure could not be rushed. I unravelled my love's robes, by hand, rather than magic, for the tactile pleasure. I kissed my way down the firm skin of his chest as I slowly exposed it. His hands were coursing around my back and along my breasts."

Lara willed the journal to stay suspended in front of her face, and it was so. She released her grip on it, leaving it floating in mid-air. Despite only being a genie for a couple of hours, it seemed she already knew all there was to know about controlling her new abilities. Now unoccupied, Lara's right hand moved to one of her very ample breasts, which it began to knead through the silk top. Still emitting the occasional subconscious moan, Lara continued to read.

"When I reached his pants, I decided to tease him, looking up at him with a mischievous grin. I ran my hand across his bulge once and he shuddered, struggling to contain his love cream. I removed my love's pants, unleashing his maleness, which sprang up like the load arm of a catapult. As he sat up to pull his arms from the sleeves of his robes, I straddled him. Then we held each other's naked body to our own, and we kissed, our tongues dancing together."

"Oh baby!" Lara exclaimed aloud, her growing arousal now rapidly subduing her conscious inhibitions. She was now writhing in the soft bed. Her right hand was still caressing and kneading her left breast, occasionally plucking the nipple between two fingers. Her left hand was still ravaging her loins. Now she was plunging two fingers into her slit at once, while the remainder continued to caress the outside, which was now covered in her own secretions.

"I could feel his rod between our bodies, as I wrapped my legs around him and ground my hips against his. Our bodies rocked together, and our hands wandered all over each other. And we kissed, and kissed and kissed, intense desire building in both of us, until we could contain it no longer..."

By now, Lara was sliding her fingers deep into her hot core. Parting her slick gateway of flesh as they dove in and stroking against her inner walls as they pulled out. They were also moving somewhat quicker than they were before. Her hips were gyrating in time with the movements of her hand to maximise the pleasure. Warm delight was also building in her breast, but only so much could be achieved with her outfit confining it. Lara lowered her shoulder and slid the strap of the dress down her arm. It gave her just enough leeway to pop her breast out of the bustier and allow it to sit natural and free. She continued to knead it with her right hand. It was so tender and yielding, it felt so good to have her fingers squeeze it. It heaved slowly as her lungs produced deep feminine moans of sexual stimulation. Eager for continued inspiration, Lara magically turned to the next page of the journal.

"I gently pushed my love back onto the mattress, this time using my hands. Then I lifted my hips over his towering erection, and lowered my womanhood slowly onto his rock-hard shaft. It was quite painful, and it made tears well in my eyes, but somehow, it also felt good. I pulled back, but immediately pushed myself back onto him. Every exertion I made onto his manly rod forced it deeper into my tight fissure, bought another jolt of pain, but also stirred that elusive pleasure to a more and more profound level. When the pain began to subside, I quickened my pace. I was taking his entire shaft into my body and I could feel him probing the very center of my femininity."

Lara was sending her fingers as deep as they would go into her, and only partially withdrawing them. She was still stroking her outer lips with her remaining fingers. Her clit was being massaged by the edge of her palm and the base of her penetrating fingers. Her pace had increased considerably and her hips were gyrating far more exuberantly. Her every ragged breath was exhaled with a loud moan.

"With each advance and retreat his manhood sent a surge of ecstasy radiating through my body. My love doubled the level of pleasure by raising and lowering his hips in time with my own motions. And as I rode my love, his hands caressed my breasts and collarbone.

"All this was leading to one inevitable outcome. I could feel myself teetering on the brink of another orgasm, and I knew that it would be much more powerful than the last. As I looked down into my love's eyes I could tell that he was using all his willpower to contain his load for as long as he could. But neither of us could have lasted beyond a few more moments..."

Putting pressure against her vaginal walls with her fingertips, Lara searched around and quickly found her G-spot. As she rubbed this magic lamp of sexual fulfilment, the level of pleasure enveloping her increased exponentially. Her eyes closed as the last of her logical mind, which had been reading the journal, was drowned out by lustful indulgence. Her cries quickly increased in pitch, volume and frequency. Her butt lifted slightly higher with every rapid gyration of her hips. And her G-spot was sending her over the edge...

Lara's back spasmed into an arch and she screamed in delight. Her right hand tightly squeezed on her naked breast, and the palm of her left had ground itself hard against her sensitive clit. With the little control she still had over her body, she continued to rub her G-spot as quickly as she could. An almost silent, tortured whimper was all that she could emit in the few seconds that she had to push as much momentum as she could into an already raging orgasm.

She screamed again as she came, hard. Her body collapsed onto the mattress and thrashed around uncontrollably. As she simultaneously lost control of both her physical and magical faculties, the journal, which had been suspended in mid-air, fell onto Lara's chest and was immediately flung off the bed by her wild thrashing, although Lara was far too gone to notice, or care. The orgasm imbedded deep in her loins sent impulses of ecstasy bouncing around her body like balls in a pinball machine. A series of involuntary screams had her struggling to breathe, as the orgasm tortured her mind with an insane level of pleasure, as if to punish her for egging it on.

After countless seconds, the thrashing stopped, the screams became exhausted moans, and the orgasm faded and died like a flame on a spent candle. Panting deeply, she was too weak to move, even to pull her fingers out of her boiling hot snatch. Within a few more seconds her breathing had shallowed and she was fast asleep, a contented smile on her face, after having the best orgasm of her life.

Perhaps by coincidence, perhaps by magic, Zhiasa's journal had landed on the floor beside the bed, open at the exact page that Lara had been reading. It was the last page of the entry, with only a few final lines that Lara had not gotten to read.

"...My love bucked as a powerful jet of his seed fired into my womb. That was enough to bring about my own orgasm. We cried out together as rapture consumed us both. My womanhood clenched tightly on his mighty rod, as his seed continued to stream into my body, bringing with it wave after wave of heavenly delight. It was only to last for a few precious moments before my own orgasm began to subside and his loins had been drained of their fluids.

"I collapsed on his chest. We were both exhausted. His spent manhood slid out of my body and his arms wrapped around me. We layed there together, cuddling, kissing and snuggling for a while, before we finally said with our lips what we had been saying with our bodies all night: that we had fallen in love with each other.

"Basking in my love's warmth and a resonating carnal afterglow, it could not have been long before I drifted off to sleep, outside my lamp, for the first time in almost eight thousand years

"I am so happy! I am in love!"