The Pink Djinn

It was night time in Parker City, the city which had been troubled a few weeks before by an unknown villainess named the Pink Djinn. Derek Styles, a lieutenant of the local police force, was on the bed in his apartment, exhaling after doing an activity of high caliber. Catching his breath, he looked at the two women who had subdued his mind and heart: his wife and mistress known as Harem Slave and the supreme mistress of all, the Pink Djinn herself. Looking at their beautiful and naked form sleeping on his large bed, Derek found himself lucky that he could be in the same place as those two divine beauties.

It had been a few days since her encounter with Manda the Mystic, a certain one sided duel she had won with ease and style, or so she had told him. Claiming she had gained some more magic and a major victory on her side, she desired much to celebrate such an event. The look she gave him that day had been enough to melt his mind to mush, thinking about all those things he could do to please her. With the help of a spell, he had given her bliss and pleasure as best she could for nights and days as a simulacrum of him went to work in his stead.

As he had suspected, Pink Djinn was just much too good to be true in bed, as her skin and magical powers made the whole sexual experience a true charm. Her sweet smoke and beautiful body did wonders for his horny little mind, which was not helped by the fact that Harem Slave was here as well. As good as it was, though, every good thing needed to come to an end.  Rising up from his bed toward his window, he looked at the street down below, trying to see if anyone could have seen all this wild sex he was having.

In doing so, a vision surprised him, as it seemed some kind of spy was up there on one of the streetlight. As soon as he had seen a shadowy silhouette standing on the light, it jumped away, vanishing in a flash. Derek, confused and perhaps even a bit scared, went toward Pink Djinn, hoping to warn her and make her do something about this. He was only a simple policeman and if this was magic or power-related, there was not much he could do.

Thankfully for him, it seemed that Pink Djinn was already aware of them being watched, as she was floating in the air in a sitting position, looking at Derek with a loving expression in her eyes and on her face.

-I expected such care and devotion from Harem Slave, but from you it is very pleasant Derek.

-Mistress...there is someone who has been watching us from the street. Some kind of shadow and...

-Do not worry about me Derek. The shadow in question has only been observing us for about 29 seconds and is not very far away. I can catch up without any problem.

-But won’t it be dangerous for you, mistress?

-You’re cute when you show how much you care. I’ll have to reward you some more after I’m back solving this little problem.

Disappearing in a puff of smoke after snapping her fingers, Pink Djinn reappeared clothed in her usual garbs in a shadowy street. There was close to no light there, which made it quite a task to see properly in the environment surrounding the area. Any normal person would have succumbed to uneasiness in such a place, but Pink Djinn was anything but that. Trying to find the hint of an aura or a certain power fluctuation near her position in a precise way, she closed her eyes and incanted. She could teleport away to the general position of who she was searching for, but she wanted to know exactly where this person was.

Very faint hints of her position were discovered by her greatly enhanced and strong magical senses, but it proved to be hard, which was surprising for Pink Djinn. There existed very few who could hide so well from her normal and magical senses, making this an unusual encounter. Still, she had found out where the shadow was hiding itself, which made the result pretty much guaranteed. Lighting up the area near her, she wanted to be perfectly visible for what she was preparing herself to do.

Even with the light now illuminating her proximity, the shadow was still hidden from her normal sight, which was something that managed to impress Pink Djinn a little. However, she did want to know just why she had been spied upon. Rising her arms up in the air, she took a dancing stance, ready to put her plan in action.

Swaying her hips to a tune heard only in her mind, she did so with a grace and sexiness unmatched by mortals, like a being who had literally hundreds of years of practice in this sensuous art. The magical light showing off her luscious skin of hot pink color, she made it her mission to allure whatever it was that seemed to be spying on her. Closing her eyes, she needed to sense just where it was now.

The shadow was far away now, but it seemed to have stopped in its movement as she had begun dancing. Sensing this as a need to further employ her techniques and charm, Pink Djinn began doing slow circles with her belly and navel as she stroked and rubbed her belly in a sensual manner. Her long and dark hair swishing to and fro as she danced, her small and revealing clothes followed suit, showing a hint or two of her nipples as it moved to the dance. Never revealing herself fully, she needed to tease and seduce whatever or whoever was the shadow.

Using her magical senses again, she could feel that the shadow was a bit closer now. If it was because it was aroused or curious, she could not tell, but she could make sure it was so. Doing figure-eight and navel bobbing, she raised her arms in the air in two different directions, letting them out of the presentation of her sexy stomach. Some of her intoxicating smoke poured out of her navel, presenting a certain allure and mystery to the whole routine, which was always a winner in her book of seduction. As the smoke surrounded her like a transparent mist, it accentuated her exotic and impossible beauty.

It seemed to work wonders on the shadow, as it was now mere meters away from her. It seemed to be able to move very fast, either with incredible speed or teleporting powers. Either way, Pink Djinn would catch it and know truthfully the extent of her abilities. Strutting her stuff back and forth and shimmying like a cobra, she was truly a vision to behold, a true temptress and mistress of the belly-dance. Smiling sweetly, she would use every advantage she had to make sure the shadow would notice her great sexiness. Sure, she could have used her vast magical powers in various ways to resolve this situation, but she needed this. She wanted and desired so much to use her beauty and hypnotic skills on everyone. It was one of the only ways to know how truly capable she was in her own eyes, to see that her beauty was still great and existent.

Her eyes still closed, she could now feel that the shadow was now right in front of her, yet she could not hear any breathing or movement. Opening her eyes, she could see a person garbed in black clothes, covered from head to toes in a manner that made it impossible to know just who it was. She knew, however, that it was observing the dance with amazing interest, as it kneeled right in front of her, facing the belly causing all this temptation. Perhaps it was deep in her power or not at all, but Pink Djinn knew how she could discover such a fact. Using her most sexy and honeyed voice possible, she said:

-Remove your mask so that I may see your face.

Without any hesitation, the shadow did as instructed, removing what seemed to be linens, bandages and clothing enveloping its head. Slowly but surely, Pink Djinn could see just what the shadow was now, as its face was uncovered: a stunning woman of Asian origin. Having a beautiful face along with silky dark hair in a small ponytail, she stood in front of her, still watching the pretty belly moving alluringly before her. The heart in her eyes indicated that she had fallen quite deeply for the genie, being seduced and hypnotized to a great point.

-Remove your costume for me.

Doing as told, she removed all those extra black clothes on her, revealing her womanly body for Pink Djinn to see. It seemed that she had made quite some effort to look androgynous in her costume, as Pink Djinn could not reason out how she disguised herself without the help of magic. She was quite the pretty little thing, as her curves were just right, without a doubt the result of fine body sculpting and training.

-Tell me why you were spying on me.

-I was doing so for my boss, the Chief-of-crimes, the one who runs this town secretly. He was curious about who and what you were.

Pink Djinn did not know what surprised her more between the fact that there was an underground master criminal she did not know of or the fact that the voice of this woman was quite easy on the ears. Such a shame she had never heard it before this very moment in such a pitiful occasion.

-What is your name?

-Ninjet-Sue...my mistress.

Already with the mistress? This was unexpected, to say the least. It seemed like this Ninjet-Sue was quite submissive, which was only a bonus point for her. Decidedly, Pink Djinn liked this woman. Perhaps she would make a fine addition to her close entourage as a spy of her own? Before all this, though, Pink Djinn wanted to learn the secrets of her techniques, as she had never seen those before.

-Kiss my belly, my slave.

Ninjet-Sue did as ordered, placing her full and tender lips on her belly, which glued them on quite rapidly. Not minding it at all, she remained in place without a struggle, enjoying the contact she had with that soft and sexy stomach.

Pink Djinn, satisfied that she was obeying so carefully and immediately to her orders, began pumping smoke out of her navel rapidly, making her belly bloat in and out like a pump. The smoke quickly entered the lungs and body of Ninjet-Sue, who simply inhaled without any complaint, savoring its sweet taste.

Ninjet-Sue, beginning to bloat from all the smoke, began to swell like a balloon as her belly and whole body made place for the magical smoke. Pink Djinn kept on pumping it with a smile on her face, wishing to know just how much the spy could take. After a good minute, Ninjet-Sue made it quite clear with a look on her face that she could take no more or else she would explode. Stopping there, Pink Djinn controlled the smoke, making Ninjet-Sue exhale it all out in a rush, absorbing her knowledge and power while replacing it with something else.

The spy, now without any smoke inside, transformed a bit with all those changes in her body thanks to the smoke. Her skin turned to a light side of pink as her body got a bit more curvaceous. Golden wristbands adorned her wrists as a harem outfit materialized on her legs and breasts. Her belly was bare as well as much of her back, shoulders and arms, showing off her now light pink skin. Looking at Pink Djinn with adoration, she bowed before her in reverence and adoration, love and obedience filling her thoughts.

Pink Djinn, pleased to have gained a new sexy ally, made her rise and follow her to Derek’s apartment. It seemed like he would receive a new reward soon, but not in the way he would expect, as he would receive a bodyguard, spy, lover and mistress all in one package. She had to think of a new name for her, but other thoughts of carnal nature came to her mind...she would have all the time in the world after she would hear her sweet voice moan out her mind in five minutes...