/she-Jynn smirks at Him and slyly crosses her arms beneath her breasts, her chain crossing between and hanging half-way down her navel. She exhales and a tiny plume of smoke escapes from the mist.

"bootz!tittieteeth!" And a rather formidable yet seductive mental image of a long, red patent-leather boot with sharp spiked heel crossed His mind. He shuddered quickly from a subconscious memory surfacing, and then began to feel aroused. What kind of genie is this, He wondered silently.

/she-Jynn He sensed a translation of the sounds being pulled into the bottle, dripping, echoing into the increasingly vast space between Himself and this real live servant who had arisen from the bottle, blindly.

...... He found himself dropped to his knees, fumbling slowly, almost crying. The front of his pants was soaked. He felt weak, yet a weird buzzy high was ringing in His ears as He strained to hear those slurping sounds that had evidently kept Him mesmerized for...? He couldn't find a clock or watch or phone to tell the time and he could not care less. Finally the man raises his head sorrowfully only to almost bump it on the mirror resting on its side on the floor. The mirror was streaked and it was apparent the two had exchanged body fluids.

Even as he shook in anticipation as his blood began to rise in excitement again, he glanced at his soaked reflection. Letters appeared to form on his sweating brow thru his squinting eyes. sorry///--_ the last letter curving down the trail where it split from the right.

A serpentine set of lips kissed the top of His forehead as He started to drift back into a state of between lucid and unconscious. she-Jynn blew a kiss at the eyes watching as the man moaned and collapsed again, mouth agape, as if to sip, swallow, and consume the scent of the she-Jynn.

@serpentbridexxx