The genie looked at Francis. "Master, if you drank of my breasts, you now have some amount of power similar to a genie's."
Francis sat up and Motioned for Ann to get off him (which she did). "Some amount?"
"Well, it depends on how much you drank, and..."
Francis suddenly looked concerned. "Will I be a slave to a bottle?"
"No, master, nothing like that. That is a part of the covenant that genies must do. No, your power would be unfettered."
Francis thought for a moment. Then he seemed to grasp some concept of his new powers. He thought for a moment, and gauzy harem garb appeared on Ann and the genie. "How's that?"
The genie clapped her hands to her considerable chest and said, "You seem to have a knack for it, master."
Francis thought for a moment. Suddenly, some force seemed to float the genie to him, and her top disappeared.
"Chelly, I need more power. Does this drain it from you?" Francis eyed her breasts lustfully.
"No, master. It just connects you with the power...Uhnn!!"
Francis glommed on to the genie's right teat and began to suck as she finished the sentence. |